A Dominatrix Love - Sex Stories

A Dominatrix Love

The sun was falling over the mountains in the sleepy little village of Tekskill. The evening fog was cascading down the mountains into the small glen which housed multiple small cottages with one larger building directly under the cliff face. There was a small waterfall dropping the hundred plus feet from above. The grove next to the grassy glen was dotted thick with pine trees.

The door opens to the cabin to the far left. A striking lady stepping out of the light into the shadows of dusk. This only enhanced her beauty. She was not tall but everything about her was strength. Her long dark hair flowed down around her shoulders and onto the long black leather jacket hanging to her knee. The only color was the pale fox fur on its collar. The only other park that one could see was the black heeled boots that went past the jacket. Her lips are painted ruby red. She turned back and pulled on the leash in her right hand. “Come on, my pup. The main hall is ours for the next hour and I want to get full use of it.” Another tug.

What came out was not a puppy, but a man on his hands and knees, crawling after her. One could not tell of his size being on the ground. He hurried as quickly as he could to catch her. He was naked all but for the rope harness tied in a bulldog knot, the dog bite gag in his mouth, the puppy butt plug and of course the black studded collar around his neck. The thick chain leash was heavy as he chased his mistress.

The walk was not far. Only about ...

... fifty feet. She made the trip as if it was nothing more than a stroll. For the poor pup, he was breathing hard as they crossed the threshold into the building.

“Ok, now pup climb up on the table,” she said as she pointed to the large table in the middle of the room. “Remember when you did not listen earlier?” Her pup shook his head yes. “I told you there would be a punishment later. Well, now is later,” she continued as she walked over to the wall that displayed all the toys. She removed the ride crop with the stiff red leather end and red handle. After a test swing on her hand she finished, "This is going to hurt.”

In the few steps it took her to make it back to the table, she could see his fear level growing. She was so mad earlier, but she played it off to catch him in her trap. The first strike was without warning. She pulled her arm all the way back and it came crashing down hard on his right ass cheek. A second one hard on the left cheek. He screamed in pain through his gag.

Her soft hand touched the skin that was already welting up and turning red. “I do like how easy it is to mark your skin, my submissive pup. By the time I’m done with you, you will not be able to sit.”

She did not lie. I’ve the next thirty minutes she changed back and forth her tools of pain affliction. The riding crop started the damage. She next went to a thick and heavy wooden paddle. Then to a leather belt and so on. The flogger also caressed her pup’s back. The cane was the back of his ...