Leather Clad Women (Fem-Dom BDSM erotica)

by Jay Merson

  "My pussy is wet," she taunted, "so wet and ready."

  He swallowed hard and tried to speak but his words came out only in as a high and excited squeak, "Oh please, please," he begged.

  Marinella smiled, her full red lips parting to show her pure white teeth in stark and teasing contrast.

  The man came, his cock jerking to emit excited little spurts of his sperm. Up between their bodies the thick globules jetted to soil the front of Marinella's suit. He grunted and groaned both in pleasure at the sensations but also in disappointment that he had finished so prematurely.

  Her body throbbed in delight as he trembled and shook in orgasm. So powerful was the feel of him against her yet he wasn't actually touching her skin. It added to the thrill, the heady pumping thrill of being desired to such a high degree of need.

  "Oh dear," she said evenly, "look what you've done to my suit."

  The man backed away fearfully, cringing and cowering, his arms raised defensively as she raised the riding crop high.

  He yelped and screamed as the blows rained down on him, sliding down to a crouch as he backed against the wardrobe. His body jerked under each harsh lash of the crop and he sobbed under the ferocious onslaught. The hard shaft of the crop stung cruelly at his shoulders and back, the skin taking on a dull redness under the brutal assault.

  Marinella paused, towering over him and panting hard. She was coming; her body was building toward what promised to be the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Her legs and thighs stiffened and her buttocks clenched tightly together. She braced herself and cried out as the pre-ripples of orgasm came to her in increasing strength and frequency. She began to convulse, her slim body shaken violently by the racking tremors. Her pussy felt on fire, a heat such as she had never known developed between her legs. Her mind was a blur of whirling confusion and her body then locked rigid. Marinella screamed as she came, her wailing cry echoing in the room to portray her deep and satisfying pleasure. She slumped, first to her knees and then onto all fours. She rested there, her head hanging down between her arms and sucking in air to regain her control.

  As her head rose and her eyes open she received another jolt. The man was staring wide-eyed at her, stunned by the power that she possessed in orgasm. Fear showed in his eyes at the hungry way she had devoured the sensations of her orgasm. It was a look of awe, of deep respect and more than that, one of outright uncertainty of the girl. That she felt was the final compliment to her position of command. From this moment on she would rule over men. Never again would she be guided and led, the thrill of command was simply too great for it to be otherwise.

  ***

  The man was pleased to have been asked and to help. The huge suitcase standing by the open doors of the white van seemed a simple enough item to load in for the woman. The way the bitch wore those jeans, so tight that they threatened to cut her in two. Her tight little arse and pussy mound were a delight and the way the teasing bitch had the front of her blouse open made his cock jerk within his trousers. He craned his neck at every opportunity to take advantage of her offering, the soft rounded orbs only partly visible by tantalisingly so none the less.

  Blonde she was, he liked blondes. Dippy and thick they usually were but that didn't matter to him, it was her body he was interested in not her brain. Her red lipstick and full sensual lips had a sexual teasing all of their own, he could just imagine them closing around the head of his cock and slipping down over his stiff cock.

  "Kate," she said beaming a smile at him, "and thanks very much for agreeing to help."

  The man's chest inflated proudly as he walked around to the back of the van and bent to lift the suitcase. He froze, his gaze fixed on the woman sitting on a box at the far end of the back of the van. Her knees were drawn up and parted to show the tight white triangle of her panties beneath the tiny skirt. He groaned inwardly and lifted the case into the van. This, he thought, was his lucky day.

  It hit him with a mind-blurring suddenness. Several bodies slammed hard against him, pressing his face down onto the cold, steel floor of the van. His hands and arms grasped by what seemed like many hands and twisted cruelly up his back. The air and fight was forced from him as knees pressed down into the centre of his back and he felt his wrists being bound. It was only as the gag was slipped around and over his mouth that he found his voice but his cries of protest were reduced to low muffles by it.

  His legs were pinned and his ankles tied tightly together. He was bundled, roughly and carelessly further into the van and the doors slammed shut. The man lay helplessly on the floor, looking up to the sight of the parted slender thighs and the firm mound of a pussy covered only by the thin veil of the white panties. Even that pleasing sight though was denied him as a blindfold covered his eyes and was tied painfully tightly at the back of his head. The van moved off, all he could sense was the excited breathing of more than one woman, the heady smell of their scent and a heavy sexual excitement permeating the air in the confines of the van. Despite his predicament he felt his cock hardening again to a wonderful throbbing stiffness.

  Chapter 4

  Musty, almost animal-like not damp was the odour that filled his nostrils. The blindfold excluded all sight and gave a sense of helplessness to him. The gag deprived him of the ability to question but despite it all there was the sense of thrill that overcame even the fear that he felt.

  He was naked and suspended; his wrists bound and pulled high above his head, painfully high so as to stretch him up onto tiptoe, the ropes around his wrists and ankles burning uncomfortably into his flesh. His cock was semi-aroused; he could feel the weight of it pulling down against its intended angle of erection, nice feeling but tinged with uncertainty.

  It was definitely women that had grabbed and taken him. During the struggle and throughout the rough bumpy journey he had heard only women's voices and none of men. That though aroused him more so and his fear lessened. Images of the blonde woman came to him, she was naked and ready for him, her thighs parted wide and her pussy offered. He groaned into the gag and his cock jerked in response. His mind recalled too the slim thighs of the woman in the skirt, the dirty little bitch had offered herself so blatantly, parting her knees deliberately to show herself to him. He felt his cock raising more in erection and standing out straight from his body at almost full hardness.

  Noises, whispered voices tuned his sense of sound; he cursed the velvety darkness of the blindfold that prevented him sight and then, the lightest of touches against his naked back, teasing little touches of sweet and thrilling sensation. Fingers fumbled at the strings of his gag and he licked his dry lips as the material gag was removed.

  "Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me?" the questioned poured from his mouth in a rapid blurting of mixed fear and excitement. The man screamed and his whole body jerked as the riding crop sliced hard in to land a most savage blow across the outside of his left thigh.

  "Silence, I will do the talking," the stern female voice stated.

  He remained silent, wincing in fear of another savage lash as his body coped with the searing hot pain that burned deeply down into his flesh.

  Nothing, nothing moved or stirred, he whimpered softly in fear, flinching in expectation of another stripe of pain on his body, muffled voices far back behind him, the occasional shuffle of shoes on a hard floor but otherwise stillness.

  "Are you still there?" he uttered hesitantly and then screamed anew as the biting pain tore through his buttocks causing his hips to jolt forward in reaction.

  "Shit! Are you mad?" he yelled in agonised fear and reaction to the stinging pain.

  The pain he experienced was excruciating, it lingered in his burning backside long after the stroke had impacted. He swore at that moment to get even with the bitch that had lashed him.

  Nothing, not a sound was to be heard. He strained his ears in the stillness to try to detect even the sound of breathing but nothing. Not a bloody thing. He was alone now, certain of it and his body relaxed to
slump against his bonds, some of the fear leaving him and a warming glow of scintillating sexual thoughts returning to him.

  His whole body tensed at the sound of movement to his front, he steeled himself for the blow and clenched his teeth tightly together. The man gave a great sigh of delighted relief as the tiny warm hand closed around his throbbing cock, the slim, delicate fingers bringing such wonderful sensations to his excited member. He groaned loudly in appreciation of the act and tensed slightly as the woman's hand rubbed lightly across the very tip. He moved his hips, trying to urge the hand further down his cock, to increase the wonderful sensations. The hand released him and then that terrible silence returned.

  "Bitch!" he raved, "you rotten fucking bitch."

  The response was swift and brutal. The riding crop slammed hard down on the upper part of his calf, just below the knee. The man screamed in agony, his body jerking in involuntary convulsions of deep pain. He gagged as the nauseating pain swept through him and then once again, nothing but blackness and silence.

  About five minutes passed with nothing more occurring, the silence became almost unbearable as he flinched and cringed, waiting the next lash. The man feared speaking; words he was learning quickly brought only more pain.

  Movement again and then an electrifying sensation in his balls as the soft hand returned to cup his tender orbs in the palm; the long fingernails far back under his thighs to tease close to the entrance of his anus.

  So intense were the feelings that had he not already been on tiptoe than he would have raised himself so. The hand weighted his balls, giggling them gently and curling the fingers around them gently. His whole body was tensed, his cock jerking in excited little twitches and the sensations it produced for him!

  Then it was gone again, the tantalising wait for pain or pleasure returned. He hung there, unsure whether to allow his mind and emotions to brace or to welcome the next touch on his body. He gave a loud and long groan as the mouth closed over the head of his cock to envelope it in most wonderful wet, warmth. The tongue circled around the head and then the very tip drilled down into the eyehole of his cock.

  "Oh God yes!" he cried out, "Yes, yes."

  At that, the mouth slipped off him and then nothing again.

  The sensations of her touch remained, he could still feel the delightful moist lips and the velvety mouth on him but those sensations were fading fast.

  The mouth returned, no. It was different, a different touch, tighter and more eager. It closed over his cock and then slide fully down his thick shaft to take the length into the back of her throat. Slowly, painfully slowly the mouth moved back up his cock, gripping his shaft tightly and threatening to draw his sperm up and out of his balls. At the tip the mouth paused to give one light lick of the tongue and then moved away.

  "No, please no, "he moaned pitifully, "Finish me please."

  It was across the side of his ribs, just below the armpit that the crop struck. With such force did it land that the breath was forced from his lungs. The man gagged at the intensity of the pain but otherwise bit his lip and remained silent.

  Another mouth now, equally as eager but inexperienced and fumbling in excitement, that pleased him, to think that a novice was using his dick on which to practice her technique. Five in all; five soft and warm mouths contacted with his cock. Five women! His mind worked overtime and his cock jerked in uncontrollable spasm as the thoughts and sexual possibilities rushed through his mind.

  At last! Fingers began to undo the knot in the blindfold and he blinked rapidly to clear his sight, to adjust his eyes to the light as the blindfold was pulled away. His expression and stunned look said it all; he eyed the five leather-clad women in total disbelief. His mouth hung open and his cock jerked to rear up in high arousal, the masked faces with the red painted lips, the very lips that had closed so welcomingly over his cock. He groaned, longingly and wistfully as he flicked his gaze rapidly from one to the next. He took in the firm thrusting breasts and the tight mounds of their pussies.

  The tall brunette stepped forward, her full red lips breaking a great smile, moving in a slow and sensual movement that simply invited a cock to slip between them.

  "Good fun?"

  He broke a smile.

  "It will be I think."

  She lashed hard to lay a burning red stripe across his upper chest and to bring for a pained yelp, "Still think it fun?"

  He answered her through clenched teeth, defiant to the last, "The sucking certainly was."

  The five were at him as one, lashing his body with the crops, laying stroke after stroke on the screaming man until he broke down and screamed aloud for mercy. They paused, breathing hard to stem the wild excitement of thrashing him.

  "Was it fun?" Sheila asked again.

  He simply shook his head.

  "Good. Now then we can commence this evening’s activities. Ladies! Cut him down."

  The man knelt fearfully on the floor, looking up with wide pleading eyes as they stood around him. Gone was the fight and gone was the defiance, just a trembling man remained in dreadful fear of his wellbeing.

  "Crawl you shit," Kate spat in disgust and kicked at him with her foot, the pointed toe eof her boot digging painfully into his outer thigh.

  They laughed as he crawled, his red-striped white buttocks wobbling as he scurried around the floor. Around and around he when, directed by kicks and lashes of the crop to guide him. The women soon tired of seeing him crawl and Sheila recognised their impatience. She stepped forward to stand in his way, grasping his hair in her bunched fist. She hauled the man to his feet and held on to his hair whilst she spoke to him.

  "You have experienced pain and a just hint of pleasure. Now I give you the chance to gain more pleasure and perhaps even fuck one or more of us."

  His head lifted his gaze at her hopeful.

  "Serve us well you pathetic slime or suffer as you did just now."

  "I'll serve," he blurted quickly and hung his head once more.

  Sheila turned, releasing her grip on his hair and shoving his head roughly away from her.

  "Pauline. He is yours first. Do with him as you wish."

  She was on her knees in an instant; her hand gripping is semi-erect cock and feeding it urgently into her mouth. One hand teased at his balls whist her mouth pumped back and forth along his now fully erect shaft.

  "Christ! Just look at her will you?" Marinella observed. "She's going at him like cock is going out fashion."

  Pauline's head bobbed and her cheeks pumped as she sucked the cock for all she was worth. The feel of him, the hardness, the situation and the fact that the others were watching her all fired her arousal. She was shaking with excitement as she held and sucked on the thick cock.

  The man's head rested back, his hands on his hips and his back arched. An expression of deep pleasure was etched on his face and his hips moved slightly to assist his cock deeper down into her throat.

  The women watched, spellbound and silent as their friend greedily and noisily sucked the man. Pauline suddenly drew back, resting her buttocks on her heels; her face flushed crimson with high excitement and need.

  "Lay on the floor - quickly!" she ordered him.

  The instant that he was on the floor she straddled him, pulling at the tab of leather on the suit that covered her pussy. Her heated need showed as she used her fingers to guide his head to her exposed pussy. She located the big head at the entrance and then sunk down fully on him sighing loudly as his cock filled her. There she rode him, her head nodding and eyes shut tightly. Her hips bucked and jerked as she first rose and then plunged down hard on his stiff shaft. Her hand rested on her thighs, assisting and adding purchase to her wild riding of him.

  "Little bitch!" Sheila muttered in awe as she watched the girl taking her pleasure.

  Faster she rode him, her movements and grunts becoming faster and more frantic. She cried out and moaned, then tensed and jerked her hips faster. Pauline came, her body shaking and her mouth working in a sil
ent pleading of the deepest pleasure. He shuddered and slowed her bucking to savour each and every tremor of her orgasm.

  A stunned and heavy silence remained. All present felt the power of the moment, the erotic act they had just witnessed, the animal-like hunger with which Pauline had taken her pleasure with him and the sight of a man in orgasm. Kate took more interest than the others in the sucking part; she wondered what a man's sperm would actually taste like. If he had actually come in Pauline's mouth, or her own when she had briefly sucked him. A rippling shiver ran through her at the thought and her pussy gripped in spasm.

  As Pauline rose, sliding her wet pussy off his shaft the man came, his sperm arching high in excited jerks to send thick globules of his seed splashing onto her leather suit. A little whimpered cry escaped Kate's lips and she slumped, her body racked by a shuddering and wrenching orgasm that went on for many seconds. Anna grabbed her arm and steadied her, lowering her friend to the floor slowly as the woman twitched and jerked in the after throes of her climax.

  Marinella moved to stand over the man, towering over him as he lay on the floor basking in the sensations following his own orgasm.

  "Shall teach the shit a lesson?" she asked touching the tip of her crop on his stiffening cock. "Teach him that our suits are not to be soiled in such a way."

  Sheila cleared her throat and spoke, "Do it," she urged excitedly, "Do it."

  ***

  Kate's husband was ecstatic; he laid back on the bed in readiness, his stiff cock jutting up expectantly.

  "Why the sudden change of heart? You've never wanted to such me before."

  She crawled naked over the end of the bed, like a lioness stalking its prey. She lay on her side between his open thighs and gripped his stiff cock in her warm hand. Practice she needed and what better way than this? That pounding need also to taste sperm urged her on. Previously just the thought would have disgusted and revolted her, but since watching Pauline in action her views had changed.