Dominatrix 2

by Aaron Dennis

  Dominatrix 2

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  Dominatrix 2

  A Kink Erotica short story by Aaron Dennis

  Published by Aaron Dennis on May of 2016

  Smashwords Edition

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  This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This story contains explicit sexual content and should not be purchased or read by anyone under the age of 18 or 21 in certain parts of the world. If you purchase or read the story you are acknowledging the fact that you are an adult and have the legal right to view the explicit content within. If you are offended by acts of sexual performance, you should not read or purchase this story. You will not hold the author or publisher responsible for the choices you have made as you have been expressly warned.

  Domina stormed around her basement, cleaning and reorganizing her sex toys; dildos, vibrators, e-stim devices. As a dominatrix with a variety of clients, and all into different aspects of domination and humiliation, her sex dungeon consisted of various devices from massage tables with leather restraints, to torture racks, ceiling hooks, strap on penises, oils, and candles. Her newest client, a young lady named Candy, was inexperienced in the delights of BDSM, but Domina was delighted to educate a novice, especially one so young and pert as the eighteen year old cutie. While she rearranged the racks containing a variety of butt plugs and lubricants, she hummed the tune to AC/DC’s Shook Me All Night Long.

  Once everything was scrubbed down and disinfected—the massage table, the toys, even the leather, bondage gear—she lit some candles, stuck them onto a gothic candelabra, and placed it on the low, wooden table in the corner of the room. Then, from the drawers near the table, she started removing her leather wear; a tight bustier, a short skirt, boots, and strapped it all together over her lean, luscious form. Gazing at her tight, toned, and tanned figure in the full length mirror, she smiled, spanked her ass once, and turned to take in the sights of her trim body. The doorbell rang, causing her to grin, and she marched up the stairs, through the hallway, and to the front door. Opening it, she found Candy standing there.

  The young blonde was an American, but of Swedish descent; with her pale, blue eyes, full, pink lips, and cascading hair, she looked like a petite angel; one ready to taste the sensual delights only devils were privy to. “Hi,” Candy smiled and played with the tips of her long hair nervously. “It’s nice to see you again.”

  “Glad you came by, Candy,” Domina purred. “Come on in. We’ll have a seat in the kitchen and go over some rules.”

  “Mm-hm,” the girl nodded, walked inside, and then Domina shut the door.

  She took the girl by her hand, patted it with the other, and led her gingerly through the hallway and into the kitchen. “Have a seat.”

  The girl obliged, placed her purse on the table, and smoothed out the wrinkles in her white tee. She watched anxiously as Domina grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. Placing the water on the table, the temptress took a seat herself and smiled.

  “How do you feel, Candy? Nervous?”

  “A little, but I really want to do this.”

  “Of course you do…you know, there’s a few things to consider when trying something like submission for the first time,” Domina said. “A lot of people think it has to do with being a weak person, a pussy, but it’s quite the contrary; it takes a strong person to willingly surrender to pain and pleasure. What I’m going to take you through is a sexual awakening, a strengthening of character; by allowing yourself to experience the heights and depths of this sexual awakening, you’ll gain power and control over your life.”

  “How?”

  Smiling, Domina obliged her. “First of all, it’s important to understand that you are in control the entire time. I’ll give you a safe word—let’s say jellybean—so anytime things get too intense, you just say jellybean, and I’ll stop; safety and trust are the foundations of my enlightenment.”

  “Okay,” Candy trailed off and smiled at the thought of the word jellybean as being a safe word during such an experience.

  Continuing, Domina said, “So, by allowing oneself to be gingerly tortured, a person can learn about how far they are able to descend and rise through all of life’s situations. You see, my services aren’t about debasing a human being or pleasuring a person, they’re designed to let a person find their strength, to let a person gain control over their life.”

  Candy nodded enthusiastically and added, “But you’re going to tie me up and get me off, too, right?”

  “Certainly…it’s what you want, isn’t it? And that’s what I mean, this is about what you want; the only thing I’m doing is setting the pace…providing an entertaining and imaginative outlet, so to speak,” Domina explained.

  “I had no idea….”

  “Got the safe word?”

  “Yep,” Candy grinned. “Jellybean.”

  “Great…shall we?”

  Nodding, Candy stood, and so did Domina. She took her client’s hand and gently walked her back through the hallway and to the open door leading into the dungeon. The dominatrix then pushed Candy forwards by the small of her back in a genuinely sincere fashion, and the young lady walked down the stone steps into the arena, where the dividing line between pain and pleasure was obscured by the human spirit and sexy, leather gear. At the bottom step, Candy gazed at the various devices on shelves, drawers, and walls. She walked over to the rack, a wooden table with leather straps, pulleys, and cuffs, which stood nearly perpendicular.

  “I’m gonna’ stretch the shit out of you with that thing,” Domina smiled. Candy bit her lower lip. “Now, strip.”

  The young blonde looked at Domina. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about the situation in which she had just placed herself, yet her stern expression betrayed determination. She stood with her feet slightly apart, and standing nearly six inches shorter than the master of the house, Candy scrutinized the busty, leather wearing babe before her.

  “Don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself,” Domina growled, snatching Candy by the hair. “Take your clothes off.”

  Hesitantly, as Domina’s hot breath washed over her face, Candy began removing her tee, revealing a pink, lace bra hiding perky titties. They bounced a bit when she pulled the shirt over her head and shook her blonde locks back. Standing there, clutching her shirt, the girl wondered about what to do with it when Domina took it and flung it over to the low table in the corner. Candy then stepped out of her cloth shoes, removed her socks, and pulled her skirt off. The dominatrix took those garments as well and threw them at the table.

  “The rest,” she demanded.

  Swallowing hard, Candy unhooked her bra, pulled it off her sweet body, and slid her panties down to her feet. She stepped out of those, too, and scooped them up. Once more, Domina snatched the clothes right out of her hands and threw them at the table.

  After walking a complete circle around her client to observe her tiny, firm ass—the round kind that created a sweet crevice between the cheek and upper hamstring—her alabaster skin, her thin, little thighs, she lithely walked to a set of drawers, pulled out a pair of leather panties and a leather bra, and threw them at Candy’s feet. “Put those on. If you’re gonna’ act like a whore, you better look like one.”

  As Candy
followed directions, confusion furrowing her brow, Domina walked to a shelf built into the wall beneath a small mirror. There, ignoring Candy, she started applying red lipstick, purple eye shadow, mascara, and eye liner. All the while, the tight teen leered at her master’s shapely ass, jiggling tits, and tanned skin. The realization that Domina was in complete control of herself, without shame, without fear, without regrets, or recriminations, she considered what was really at stake, and reliving the words they’d had in the kitchen, she very much wanted to know what that kind of power felt like. Finally, the dominatrix turned to face Candy; she was wearing the sexy, black underwear by then. Smiling to herself, the temptress silently admired the way the leather accentuated her victim’s white skin; the girl looked almost frail.

  Walking by her, and grabbing a fist full of blonde hair, Domina led her submissive to the massage table, forced her ass against it, which made the girl yelp, and reached for some hemp rope. Expertly and efficiently, she twirled her sex toy around.

  “Put your arms behind your back,” the dominatrix demanded.

  When Candy obliged, Domina went to work securing her arms tightly by her forearms. Then, just as soon as her arms were immobilized, she shoved the blonde face first into the cushioned table top, snatched a paddle from the wall, and gave her three, sound raps on the ass that made her backside sting and jiggle. The girl screamed, and tears trickled down her face.

  “You didn’t think this was going to be easy, did you, you little bitch? I’m gonna’ whip that tiny ass until it’s bright, fuckin’ red, like a strawberry!”

  Again, Domina gave three, sound whacks that made Candy’s cheeks bright, fucking red. The girl moaned, and whined, and puffed, but part of her was delighted to be used; spanking was always a turn on, too, even if Domina was rather rough. Pausing in mid swing, the master gave her a second to catch her breath, to let the pain subside, and then rubbed her bottom with the paddle; the feel of the wood on her skin was sensual and she pushed her hips into it.

  “Oh, you like that shit, huh?” Domina spat.

  A few light taps on her bum came next, followed by two whacks, which drew Candy’s breath away. Domina relinquished the paddle, grabbed a handful of the girl’s sweet flesh, and groped. Groping turned to pawing, and pawing turned into a spanking. Each time Domina struck Candy’s bottom, her pert cheeks jiggled, an amazing sight, so Domina took a knee, kissed one cheek, kissed the other, and softly bit her subject’s skin. Then, she bit her hard enough to leave teeth marks; again, Candy cried out.

  “Yeah, take it, you little whore,” the dominatrix grinned.

  Figuring the young lady’s ass had taken enough punishment for the moment, Domina stood, undid the ropes binding Candy’s arms, took her by the hair, twirled her around, shoved her onto the table, and pushing her flat onto it, she climbed the cute blonde. Sweetly kissing her abdomen, she worked her way up to the girl’s tits, gripped them both, and as the young woman held onto Domina’s shoulders, digging her nails into tanned skin, the master gave her victim kitty cat kisses on the lips. Smiling benevolently, the oppressor gave the blonde one, more, sensual kiss before pulling away. Her visage grew fierce then, and she took the girl by the face firmly enough to smoosh her cheeks over her teeth.

  Pulling away, Domina growled, “You’re not here to enjoy yourself. You’re here to serve me.”

  As the master glared, Candy took a quick breath, but Domina gripped the young lady’s hair once more and jammed her face into a pair of massive, fake tits. Forcibly, and with both hands, Domina moved the girl’s head back and forth until she choked for air. Finally, she shoved her back into the table, held down one of her arms, locked it beside the table with a leather cuff, and did the same to her other arm. Leaning away and gazing at the pert teen, she appreciated the power of control; there, helpless on the padded table was a frightened, young lady with barely a clue.

  Taking the leather bra, she undid the center hook, which snapped the cups away to reveal tiny titties with round, pink nipples. First, Domina prodded at the pink flesh with her index then she pinched both nipples between the fore and middle fingers of both hands, and pawing at the soft tissue, she observed the confusion wash over Candy’s face; the girl was both in the throes of pleasure and fear, so she smiled, smacked the girl’s face harder and harder, and when she cried out—her cheeks pink from the impacts—she let off her subject, climbed off the table, and went to grab a candle from the candelabra. She calmly approached her client. Candy’s shiny eyes jittered as she tried to anticipate was coming next.

  Quickly obliging the girl’s wonder, Domina began letting driblets of hot wax fall onto Candy’s alabaster form. Each, hot drop brought a split second of pain, followed by such relief, it made her pussy wet. When Domina dribbled the wax over her nipples, the girl bit her lower lip and gazed deeply into her master’s eyes. Walking around the helpless teen, the dominatrix continued applying hot wax to her slave’s body, her tits, her tummy, her thighs, and with each drop, Candy moaned a little more, breathed a little louder, and when there was no more pain, only pleasure, Domina stormed off to place the candle back on its holder.

  “I think maybe you’ve had enough fun, slut. I think I need to teach you who’s boss,” Domina asserted.

  Snatching a black horse crop from a mount on the wall, the dominatrix started smacking her victim’s tits. Each whack left a tiny, pink mark, forcing the girl to stifle cries of pain. From slapping her quite hard, Domina moved to prod the girl’s nipples.

  Then, gently tapping them, she asked, “Whose tits are these?” Candy was speechless; she did not know what to say, so Domina scowled, grabbed one breast, tightly squishing the fatty tissue between her fingers, and demanded again, “Whose tits are these?”

  “M-mine?”

  “Wrong!” Domina shouted, released Candy’s breast, and smacked it with the crop. “These are my tits! I own them. I own you, whore!” And again, the dominatrix abused the young lady by smacking her all over with the horse crop.

  Each, stinging strike of the crop left modest welts on Candy’s perfect body. Every time the master struck her, the teen fought not to cry, but just as tears formed in the girl’s eyes, Domina lightened the strikes to simple taps, slowly working her way to her subject’s thighs, and prying them apart, she fiddled with her wet twat. The light tapping was so pleasurable, Candy gasped and puffed.

  Chuckling, Domina said, “That’s right. You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” Candy gasped, meekly.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I like that….”

  “Yes,” Domina said, painfully whacking Candy’s inner thigh. “I,” she added whacking again. “Like that,” she continued striking as the girl cried out. “Domina! Say it!”

  “Yes, I like that, Domina,” Candy cried.

  “Fuckin’ right, you do,” the dominatrix asserted with a smile.

  Finally, she smacked her clit gently again. The sudden shifts from fear and pain to pleasure and relief were so outlandish that Candy was absolutely perplexed. She thought about calling out jellybean, but she told herself she was there to take control of her life, and for a while, it seemed that Domina was in control—she was the master, after all—but knowing that she was able to say the safe word, and end it whenever she pleased, gave a sense of confidence, and by then, Domina relinquished the horse crop to paw at the girl’s tits, which just felt amazing. Sensually rubbing them and kissing them, she brought her face close to her subservient.

  “I think I’m getting bored,” Domina frowned. “You need to learn some manners, so I’m going to untie you.”

  After removing the clasps from the girl’s wrists, Domina backed away from the table and stood with her fists on her hips. Candy rubbed her tits and straightened up, so the dominatrix took her by the hair, making her gasp again, and forced her to her knees.

  “Lick my boots!”

  Closing her eyes and sighing, Candy inched on all fours to Domina’s feet. Shaking her head, wondering what she
was doing, she kept her eyes closed, slowly pushed her tongue from between her lips, and licked the leather.

  “'Myeah, that’s right. Fuckin’ lick my boots, bitch,” the dominatrix laughed and grabbed her own tit.

  After some tiny licks, Candy stuck her tongue way out and relished the taste of leather. She left streaks of saliva on the boots that ran down to the stone floor. For an inexplicable reason, debasing herself in such a way, and under a watchful eye, she found refuge in trying to please her subjugator. Kissing, sucking, and licking the leather, Candy looked up, wanting, horny.

  Domina smiled, saying, “Good, good. I knew you had it in you.”

  Beckoning with a single finger, Domina invited Candy to stand. The master kissed her deeply and softly, so the girl fell into Domina’s embrace. Having her firm ass pawed, the dominatrix got a little turned on herself; she flung Candy backwards into the massage table, took her shoulders, and pushed her flat onto the padding before forcibly turning her over and locking her wrists in place again. Unable to see what was coming next, Candy feared the worst; she was practically face down, immobilized, with her feet on the ground, and her ass in the air. That’s when Domina ripped the leather panties off the girl and gave her bum a sound slap, causing the juicy flesh to jiggle.

  The dominatrix spent a moment appreciating the young girl’s backside. Groping her cheeks, she gave her creamy skin a few kisses, and then started biting her bum, soft at first and then hard enough to leave bite marks.

  “Mm,” Domina said, smacking her lips. “That’s some good ass, but I think it needs something….”

  She left Candy baffled. Domina went to grab the candle again, and upon her return, she dropped hot wax on her subject’s back, shoulders, up and down her spine, and finally she dribbled wax on her butt. Each drop accelerated Candy’s breathing. Wet from anticipation, the girl started bucking her hips backwards, lovely juices trickling down her inner thighs.