Now I know what you’re thinking: How can a woman get any physical enjoyment from strapping on a dildo and fucking some guy in the ass? It’s pretty simple, actually. The physical enjoyment derives from the mental enjoyment of dominating someone. There’s just something exhilarating about owning another person, making them do whatever you want, forcing your will upon them. So even though there’s no actual physical sensation from the strap-on itself, the mere act of forcing a man to take it in the ass makes me wet as hell.
Luckily, within my long list of sexual partners is a (relatively) small subset of men that are into that sort of thing. So I take a gander at my phone and scroll down until I find the group labeled with the initials FD (for FemDom) after their names. There are 8 of them in all. Each one has a number between 1 and 5 after the FD notation, telling me how rough they like it. A 1 likes it soft and romantic and a 5 likes it pretty rough. Now, the abuse the fives receive from me isn’t all that extreme compared to some stuff that can be found out there in cyberspace (I’m not really into the pain thing) but I can get pretty damn rough with them nonetheless.
Tonight, fresh off a couple nights in a row of being on the receiving end of some extremely rough sex myself, I’m in the mood to fuck one of these poor boys up pretty bad. So I look up the number of my favorite five on the FD list. His name is Mark. I give him a call.
After he answers, I tell him what I have in mind for the night. He thinks it sounds great and says he’ll meet me at my place in one hour. I hang the phone up and start getting prepared, my excitement already building. It’s going to be a fun night.
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Almost exactly an hour later there’s a knock on the door. I answer it decked out in studded black leather bra and panties with fingerless black gloves, thigh-high boots with 4-inch heels and carrying a 3-foot long braided leather whip.
The whip is pretty much just for show, it doesn’t really have a practical purpose in tonight’s proceedings but Mark’s eyes go wide upon seeing it. Which is exactly what I was going for. I wrap the whip around the back of his neck and pull him inside.
Mark is a pretty physical guy, standing at a shade under 6 feet tall and almost 200 pounds. He’s not a pretty boy by any means, with a rugged face, a couple days worth of stubble and a standard barbershop haircut. He’s in his mid-thirties and has the body of a former college athlete starting to go soft around the middle. All in all not the kind of guy you’d normally associate with the sort of thing we have going on tonight. Which is a big part of the fun for me. Dominating a pretty little young man is one thing, but owning a big, manly-man type is infinitely more satisfying.
I lead him over to the center of the living room and order him down to his knees. He obeys without question. I wrap the whip around his neck a couple of times, pulling it tight enough that he can feel it but not so tight that it’s choking him.
“Are you ready for tonight?” I ask, looking down at him with an evil little smile on my face.
“I think so.”
“Are you sure? You look a little scared.”
“I am,” he says. “But that’s part of the fun.”
“I’m glad you see things that way,” I say. “Because I have a surprise for you. And it’s pretty scary. Do you want to see it?”
He nods.
I pull the whip tighter, choking him. Tilting my head to the side and flashing him a harsh look, I say, “What? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes,” he says, his voice softer due to the constriction of his neck.
“Yes what?” I say, pulling even tighter.
“Yes, mistress,” he manages to croak out. His face is starting to turn bright red.
“That’s better,” I say, unraveling the whip, allowing him to breathe normally once again. “You stay put. I’ll be right back.”
I head into the kitchen. I put the whip on the counter and pick up a strap-on with a reasonably thick, 7-inch latex dildo attached to it. It’s not the biggest dildo in my collection, not by a longshot, but it’s quite a bit larger than anything I’ve ever used on Mark before. Or any other man, for that matter.
I strap it on and head back out to the living room, where Mark is waiting, still sitting in the exact spot I left him, just like a good little sub. His eyes open wide when he sees the size of the cock strapped to my waist. I walk towards him, stopping once I’m just a couple inches away from him, the dildo practically touching his face, which is turned up towards me.
Standing over him, taunting him, I stroke my artificial cock. I’m not going to lie, it feels good to have a cock in my hands. Even if it’s a fake one made out of latex. It’s hard to keep my hands off of it. I don’t know how guys don’t stroke it all day long.
“Do you see what I have for you today?” I ask, staring down at Mark.
“It’s fucking huge,” he says, his voice brimming with both fear and excitement.
“You’re damn right it is,” I say. “And you know why?”
Mark shakes his head.
“It’s because I had a bad fucking week and I need to take it out on someone,” I say. “And you’re the lucky winner.”
Bending down until our heads are on the same level, I grab ahold of his chin and squeeze tight. He winces just a bit.
“You see, Mark, today is all about torture and pain and making you squirm and whine and cry like a little bitch,” I say, my eyes locked on his. “I’m going to tear you open. I’m going to stick this huge cock deep inside your asshole until you feel it all the way in your fucking stomach.”
Mark swallows. His throat makes an audible click. From the look in his eyes he’s either truly scared or he’s a great actor. I’m thinking it’s a little bit of both.
I slap him in the face. He takes it like a man, hardly making any sound at all.
“Do you like that?” I ask.
He nods.
“Then I guess I’m not doing it hard enough,” I say.
I slap him again, harder this time.
Mark flinches but doesn’t cry out.
“What about now?” I ask. “Did that one hurt?”
“A little bit,” he says.
“Just a little bit? That’s all?”
Mark nods.
I slap him again. The sound echoes like a gunshot in the room.
This time he groans. His breath is growing more ragged and his cheeks are turning red.
“You felt that one, didn’t you?” I ask.
He nods.
I slap him again. And again. And again.
Mark’s entire face is bright red and his cheek is almost purple. Tears are leaking from his eyes and he’s breathing hard. Little mewling sounds escape from his throat.
Laughing, I grab a handful of his hair. “Open your fucking mouth,” I say.
He does as he’s told.
“That’s a good boy,” I say.
Then I shove my cock in his mouth.
“You like that don’t you,” I say as I pump Mark’s mouth with my strap-on. “You like having my fat cock down your fucking throat.”
His mouth is too full to answer but that’s no excuse.
I pull my cock out of his mouth and slap him again. “Answer me when I ask you a fucking question,” I say.
“I love sucking your cock,” Mark says.
“I don’t believe you,” I say. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”
“I love your fat cock down my throat,” he says. “Please give it to me again.”
“That’s more like it,” I say. He opens his mouth and I slip my cock back into it. I pump his face a few times then force him to deepthroat me.
Mark coughs and gags and tries to pull away. But I won’t let him go anywhere. I hold my cock in his throat for another five seconds before pulling it back out.
Coughing, he gasps for air.
“You’re a good little bitch aren’t you,” I say. It isn’t really a question but I know he’ll answer anyway.
Mark nods emphatically.
I give him
a dirty look.
He gets the hint.
“I’m a good little bitch,” he says.
“That’s better,” I say. I slap him in the face with my cock. “Do you know where I’m going to put this?”
Mark nods but I continue on anyway.
“I’m going to put it in your tight little asshole,” I say. “I’m going to bend you over and stick this fucking cock in your ass. That’s what you want, right?”
He nods.
I glare at him.
“Yes please,” Mark says.
“Say it all,” I demand. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your fucking cock in my ass,” he says.
“I’ll bet you do,” I say. “But first you have to do something for me.”
“Anything,” he says.
I point at the carpeted floor. “Get on the ground,” I say. “On your back, your face towards the ceiling, legs together, hands at your side.”
Mark does as he’s told.
I step towards him, planting one foot on each side of his head. Then I squat down until my dripping wet pussy is hovering just above his mouth.
“Lick it,” I say.
His tongue shoots out and starts lapping at my pussy like a kitten drinking milk.
“That’s right,” I say. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty little snatch.” I drop a little further down, giving him more of my pussy to work with. I spit on my strap-on and start working it with my hand, just for the hell of it.
Mark is a good little pussy licker, but he is way too gentle for my mood tonight. I need something more. So without saying a word, I drop all the way down to my knees and smother him with my pussy.
“There we go,” I say aloud. “That’s more like it.”
I grind on Mark’s face, forcing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside of me. His hands come up as if to try and push me off of him. I grab his wrists and hold them on the floor.
“Just take it,” I say. “Take it like a man.”
I let go of his wrists and reach back and grab ahold of my ass cheeks, one in each hand. I spread my ass apart, opening myself up even further, and put all my weight on his face. I can feel him struggling for breath, which turns me on even more. I stay planted on his face for a few more seconds, then lean forward just enough to give him a chance to breathe.
After giving Mark a couple of seconds to get some air, I lean back into him. But this time, instead of smothering him, I ride his face, running my pussy back and forth along his tongue, bouncing my asshole against his nose.
I release my ass cheeks and again grab ahold of Mark’s arms and hold them at his side. Then I scoot my legs forward just a bit, until my ass is poised directly over his mouth. He gets the hint, sticking his tongue out and licking my asshole.
“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Stick that fucking tongue in my dirty shithole.”
He does as he is told, sliding it as far up into my asshole as he can.
“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” I say.
I let go of Mark’s arms and lean back, putting my palms on the floor for support. Then I bounce on his face, forcing his tongue in and out of me with increased intensity. My breath is growing more ragged as I approach orgasm.
I bring one of my hands forward and stick two fingers inside my pussy. While Mark continues tonguing my asshole, I slam my fingers and out of myself, the dildo bouncing up and down on top of my arm.
I shift my legs so my feet are once again on the floor, then rise up and turn my body around so I’m facing him, my pussy hovering directly above his face. I stick a third finger in my pussy and continue banging my snatch faster and faster as an orgasm washes over me.
“Holy fuck,” I groan as I cum, my juices streaming out of my pussy and onto his face. He opens his mouth to accept my offering.
“That’s right,” I say. “Drink it up you little bitch.”
Mark’s face is soaking wet. His eyes are wide and excited and he has a big smile on his face. His cock is sticking straight up, evidence that he’s enjoying himself.
“You like that, don’t you?” I say.
“I fucking love it,” he says.
“Yeah, it looks like it. Let’s see how you like this.”
I drop to my knees, straddling him, and sit down on his chest. I scoot forward until my cock is lying on top of his face. I smack him with it a couple of times, then slip it into his mouth.
Gripping Mark’s head with my hands, I fuck his face, hammering my cock in and out of his mouth as quickly as I can. His eyes are leaking tears and his face is red from exertion. He is gagging and saliva is dripping everywhere but I don’t let up, face-fucking him without mercy.
Staring down at him, my face inches from his, our eyes locked together, I say: “How about now? Are you enjoying yourself now?”
Mark’s mouth is too full to reply. But based on the hacking and coughing coming out of his mouth he isn’t having very much fun. But I am. In fact, I’m having the time of my life. I knew full well that if the roles were reversed, it would be quite a disturbing scene. And hell, maybe it still is. But I don’t give a shit. It’s not like Mark didn’t know what he was getting into tonight. He had plenty of chances to back out before now and he never took one. Plus, if his cock can be offered as evidence (and I don’t see any reason why it can’t) he is thoroughly enjoying this. Or at least, his body is.
Still, I want to use Mark for more things tonight, so I pull my cock out of his mouth and let him get some air. Not because I feel sorry for him, but because I don’t want to use him up too quickly.
Once he’s caught his breath, I fuck his face some more.
To his credit, he takes it like a man, not once backing out or trying to push me away. I know that on some level he enjoys this, no matter how extreme the indignities thrust upon him.
I pull my cock out of his mouth, turn around, and stick my ass in his face.
“See that?” I ask, fingering myself. “See how wet you’re making me?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says as best he can with my pussy attached to his face.
“Watching you choke and gag with my cock in your mouth like that, it makes my pussy so fucking wet.” I open up my pussy lips and push backwards until his mouth and nose are smashed up against my flesh.
“See how wet it is,” I ask “See how wet you make my pussy? Too bad you’re not going to get stick your dick in it.”
I give him a moment to catch his breath then back into him again, this time pressing my asshole up against his mouth.
“What really turns me on is watching you suffer,” I say. “And hearing you scream in pain. You do want to turn me on, right?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, the words muffled by my ass.
“I know you do,” I say.
And to that end, I climb off him and grab a handful of his hair and pull him to his feet and lead him over to the dining room table, dragging him along by the hair. It’s time to take things to the next level.
Once we arrive at the dining room table I push him up against it, his cock hovering right above it and his ass to me.
“Bend over at the waist,” I tell him, pushing on his upper back.
He does so, his chest lying on the table.
I slap him on the ass.
“Legs straight,” I say. “No slacking.”
His legs straighten up.
Even with my platform heels on, Mark is a couple inches taller than me, but our hips are at basically the same level, which is all that really matters. Leaning over him, my head just to the side of his, my tits pressed up against his back, my strap-one lying on the crack of his ass, I whisper in his ear.
“Today I’m going make this ass mine,” I say. “I’m going to slap it until it’s bright red, then I’m going to fuck it until you beg me to stop. But even then I’m going to keep going, until I decide it’s time to quit. Got that?”
“Yes, mistress,” he says.
I grab a bottle of lube off the
table and squirt it onto my strap-on. I take a moment to work it in, rubbing it all over my cock, then press the tip against his asshole. Mark takes a deep breath and holds it in preparation of penetration but I just hold the strap-on there, touching his asshole but not entering him, torturing him, taunting him with the expectation.
And then, just as he is forced to exhale, I slide my cock into his asshole. He grunts in discomfort as I force it halfway in and start pumping him. Looking down, I can see my cock sliding in and out of his asshole. It’s intoxicating and wonderful and it makes me feel powerful, especially with Mark sounding like a little bitch beneath me.
I give him my whole cock, making it disappear inside his asshole before sliding it halfway out and giving it to him balls deep again. His groans turn more guttural as his discomfort grows, which just makes me pummel his ass with more aggression.
His face is turned to the side, pressing against the table. His eyes are closed and he’s grimacing.
“That’s right,” I say. “Take it you little bitch. It makes my pussy drip and throb, using you like a worthless little piece of meat. I know you’re in pain. But you’re going to take it anyways because you don’t have a choice.”
I slap his ass hard enough to leave a palm-print, forcing a painful scream from his throat. But instead of slowing me down, this just turn me on and gets me more excited. I slap his ass repeatedly, his cries music to my ears as I continue pounding away at his asshole.
I slow things down for a moment, shoving the strap-on as far into his asshole as it will go and holding it there, deep inside him, as I lean over, my mouth mere inches from his face.
“I like it when you scream,” I say to him, using a playful, seductive voice. “Those are the sounds I want to hear. Those are the sounds that turn me on. Those are the sounds that make my pussy drip. Those are what satisfy me. Will you scream for me?”
“Yes, mistress.”
I slap his exposed cheek. He screams.
“Louder,” I say, slapping him again.
He screams again, louder this time. But still not loud enough.
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