A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

... the space is not currently tingling the dominant bones in my body."

"Believe me," I said, "I get it. But are you asking for what I think you're asking?"

Kendra reached into her purse and pulled out the chastity key. She tossed it to me. "I want you to drop the submissive routine and you're either going to be dominant or pretend to be, whatever you're capable of. I would deeply prefer you don't disappoint me in this regard, but I guess that's the chance I'm taking. Can you do that?"

"I can," I said.

A moment passed. "What do you want? Pain? Restraint? Humiliation?"

"When I say "go," thing, I want you to treat me like a captured piece of fuckmeat. I want you to humiliate me, degrade me, punish me, use me. Use your imagination. Get deep with it."

"You're sure about this?" I asked.

"Yes." she said. "One question: do you think you can do this without climaxing?

"Yes," I said, honestly kind of unsure but not wanting to pass up what was about to happen.

"Then don't. I want this to be a blink in your submissive weekend."

"Got it, Ma'am."

"Okay, your safewords are my safewords, got it? So: Go."

I felt an intense rush come over me. Inside I was scrambling for what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it, but this felt like an opportunity I did not want to miss. I had been dominant plenty of times in my life - trying it on, doing it because it's what a partner wanted, just to scratch an itch every so often. It didn't feel like an honest expression of ...

... my soul or whatever, but I knew how to enjoy myself. I straightened up and Kendra got a look in her eyes, almost like she was trying to take an ember of fear and submission and coax it into a fire. I crossed the room in long strides and grabbed her by the hair.

"You can't do this to me!" she said, loudly, theatrically, and I took that as a cue for what she wanted.

"Yes I can," I said, and I spun her around by her hair and snaked an arm around her neck. "Are you going to stop me?" I reached my other hand around and ripped her dress down, exposing her tanned tits. I groped them, hard, and she cried out. Her hands thrashed at me but I shoved them aside. I dragged her by her neck and rushed to push her against the back wall, being careful to slide a hand behind her head before it smacked into the stone. Swapping my elbow for my hand, I put a very light pressure on her throat. "I can do anything I want with you," I said. "Nobody knows you're here, nobody can hear you scream, and no one is coming to rescue you. You play nice or you get hurt."

She spit in my face. "Oh, that's very nice, I said, my voice thick with sarcasm as I wiped it off with my hand. "Very nice." I put two hands around her throat and carefully guided her down to her knees. Using my body to press hers against the wall, I opened the heavy metal collar at the end of the chain and closed it around her neck. Like everything else in my dungeon I stored the lock and key right in place, so it was simple to snap ...