Losing a bet to a Professional Dominatrix

Hello Dearest Readers,

Over my weekend, I’ve been toying around with various scenarios and expanding my ever evolving rotation of available fantasies. This one, although rather crudely written out (I’m no writer here folks) will be the newest offering for those interested in forced femminization, orifice abuse, forced servitude, cbt and bondage.

Enjoy!!!

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On a lazy afternoon you receive a call, it’s me and I’m in quite a mischievous mood.

I remind you of the wager you made (and lost) the other evening, so today I’m expecting you to entertain me and pay off the bet. You certainly didn’t know what the recourse would be when you lost the game of pool…. I believe your last words before accidentally sinking the 8 ball were “if I don’t win, I’ll let you have your way with me for a whole afternoon.”  Of course, I think what you really hoped for was a steamy romp in the sack, but naturally, I’d have other plans.

“Arrive at my door at 6pm and pick up a package from the office on your way up”, I order.

Really… you should never put your ass on the line in ANY bet with a Dominatrix

Meeting you  at my door, I invite you inside with a sweet peck on the cheek. The lights are dim, the music is soft and all signs point to that exotic afternoon of passion you had so dearly hoped for.   “Are you ready to pay up?” I ask. You nod in vigorously in agreement, following me further into my studio. My voice is playful but firm as I tell you to open the package, remove the contents and examine them. Your eyes gloss over in disbelief as you pull out a very sexy corset with garters, black stocking and a pair of sultry stiletto heels.

“Would you like to see how they look on?” I ask playfully. “There’s even a special place I’ve set up for viewing, but at first you’ll need to be blindfold!”

I take no time leading you to the “Erector Set”, securing your wrists facing away from me. As you  begin to protest, I fill your mouth with an inflatable gag and pump it until your jaw is pulled open painfully. The thick air-filled latex ball has you entirely silenced except for a few faint moans…just how I want you.

Wasting no time, I dispense of your clothing. Pulling them off or cutting them away until you’re stark naked and more than a little concerned. I can see you trying to turn your head to figure out what else I might have in mind. The faint glow of the lights reveal another inflatable object in my hands, clearly meant for another orifice!

I approach slowly, menacingly, as you squirm on the cross. I’m sure if you could speak freely, you’d be begging me not to do what you think I’m about to do. I’m determined, slathering slick lubricant all over the thick black bulb.

It takes me hardly a minute to overpower your writhing form and insert the inflatable plug. I hiss in your ear that you’d better hold still…I can inflate this one just as quickly as the one in your mouth if I were so inclined.

A flogger, laid out before your arrival suddenly catches my attention, perhaps a little warmth in your pale ass will curb any desire to disobey as we continue. The soft leather finds the tender, fleshy parts of your ass over and over. I giggle as you struggle so desperately to hold still, the fear of the anal plug still fresh in your mind. I’ve always been curious what a sternly applied punishment might do to that delicate skin of yours.

After sternly whipping your ass for a good long while, I switch gears and begin dressing you in the corset, stockings and heels. The corset is laced up the back so tight, you are forced to take short shallow breaths. Each pull of the laces forces you into a more rigid position, perhaps now you more aware of your body then you’ve ever been before.

Despite the slight humiliation of being dressed in such a way, you start to feel a little intrigued by the feel of the stockings. How feminine they look wrapped around your legs, leading up to the dainty little garter and flimsy pair of panties that frankly, aren’t doing a good job at covering your manhood. I can’t help but laugh.

Turning you around and re-securing you to the cross, I begin to unfold my plan for the day and it’s clearly a far departure from what you would have expected.

You see, I operate under the premise that a man should be able to take a cock at least as big as his own, but since yours is so small, I simply don’t have any dildos that size! Rest assured, I have a simple fix for this issue: a cock pump! I’m sure you can guess by now that’s you’ll have to endure a painful session with my vac pump until you’re the correct size….

Much to me delight, the vac pump fits perfectly as I slip it on over you. Each squeeze of the trigger increases the pressure and solicits quite a response! I’m so glad I gagged you! ” That’s MUCH better”, I exclaim… You don’t want to like it, you want to hate this type of treatment, but here you are…hard and helpless.

I spend several minutes moving from one pump to the other (ass, cock and mouth), playing with them and watching as your eyes widen and water. Just as you reach the very end of your rope, you feel the sweet relief of my cuffs being unlocked from the cross, offering you a temporary freedom.

Is is over?  – No!

Now we’re just getting started!!!

Tying a heavy weight around your balls, binding your ankles together and your hands in front of you, I explain that you are to give me the best massage of my life, or you’ll be very sorry! Remember, I pumped you up to match the size of the strap-on I intend to use later on. Whether I’m cruel or kind with that will depend on how relaxed I am after your ministrations…