Seattle Femdom Fiction

He's wearing a suit and tie, a little embarrassed to be on bent knee kissing the tip of my shoe, but that is how I expect him to greet me. In private and in public. A slight dose of humiliation is good for the boy, and helps to place him in a subservient position.

His clothing disappeared before he climbed the stairs to my studio, I despise the thought of submissives being clothed inside my sanctuary. I want him nude, collared, and leashed. I want no part of him hidden from me, I want no part of him protected from my cruel attentions.

Over my lap he goes, he quivers in delight as a smack his bare ass. It reddens as his joy grows. A quick break to plug his hot little hole and right back to the spankings. I want him to enjoy them, but I want him to cringe from them as well. Given a bit of time, I of course succeed.

Temporarily satisfied with the condition of his ass, I switch from his body to his emotions. I give him a large glass goblet, have him hold it between my legs. His eyes never leave mine as I fill it with my golden nectar, nectar which he quickly drinks the moment I am finished.

His performance deserving a reward I reach back for leverage and viciously slap his face as he lowers the goblet from his lips and swallows the final drops of my precious piss.

I spit upon the rubber mat beneath him, he bends over and licks it up as I laugh.

Building momentum, I want to punish his mouth, his throat. I slip my favorite strap-on and harness over my hips and command him to take it down his throat. He is a very good boy, he gagged some and it was hard for him but he did as directed, he took it right down to the hilt. I grabbed his hair and held him in place, delighting in the gender reversal, the act of supremacy.

His mind fully engaged, I was again ready for his body. I placed a humbler upon his balls and laughed as he was forced to crawl around the studio. He was lashed, cropped, and spanked all the while. He was supposed to count for me, but of course the poor boy was too overwhelmed to do so correctly, so I simply laughed at his efforts and beat him all the harder.

His ass now looking much worse for the wear, it was again time to torture his mind. I asked him what he would like. His answer of course: to touch me. To kiss my toes, to worship my legs, to feel my mouth upon his. My answer of course: Too damn bad. It's just too much fun torturing this boy by denying him that which he most desires.

Instead I bound him to a bench with his legs suspended in the air and filled him with my strap-on. Looking into his eyes as I drove it ever deeper I told him how he was being impregnated with my dominance.

Enough time had passed that I again needed to piss so when I finished working his ass I removed the harness and straddled his face. I allowed him to drink directly from me, I delighted in filling him with my essence.

His mouth and throat were worked, his ass was worked, but the tiny hole in his cock had thus far escaped my attention. My collection of sounds quickly took care of that as I stretched him larger and larger ending up with a diameter that shocked the poor boy. He was good though, he did his best to hump them despite his bound position.

Satisfied, I sent the boy on his way, sore but happy and anticipating his next visit to my sanctuary.