Slut Boy: Tales of Female Domination

Slut Stories of Female Domination By Lance Edwards ISBN-13: 978-1-934349-15-1 ISBN-10: 1-934349-15-1 A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2004, All rights reserved No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without prior written permission from the publisher. For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com Email Comments: comments@pinkflamingo.com Chapter One Goddess Katia After a couple weeks of cajoling, my hot new girlfriend finally talked me into allowing her to tie me up and dominate me. The results were unexpectedly extreme. I’d never tried anything the least bit kinky before. But teasingly persistent Katia is so gorgeous and vivacious that it’s impossible to deny her anything. Half Japanese, she has none of the meekness conditioned into the women of her homeland. Quite the contrary. Raised extremely wealthy in , she’s thoroughly American even to the extent of her fabulous body. Despite being quite petite at only five feet, she has remarkably oversized double-D breasts. Full and yet taut, these are dark-nippled and breathtakingly upswept. Her waist is tiny, and her hips, flanks and ass all curve perfectly into it. Indeed every line of her calves and thighs is simply sublime. Besides her diminutive stature, the only real sign of Asian genes is in the shape of her huge green eyes, and the iridescent sheen of her incredible hair. So black as to seem occasionally ultraviolet, this waist-length ‘luscious glory’ (to borrow a nadsat term) is as thick and full as it is lustrous and long. And although my goddess is always kind and honest and sweet and loving, she has a realistic appraisal of both her social status and considerable charms. In other words, she’s used to getting what she wants from men. And what she wanted from me was a helplessly tied up, meekly submissive victim for a lover. Finally I acquiesced. And despite my qualms, the electric excitement that flooded through hot Katia at the moment of my submission was translated to me instantly. Already I loved this incredibly special woman so much that any arousal in her became compulsory in me. I was short of breath, lengthening and thickening, as my fired-up lover promised me the most rewarding, thrilling, and deeply fulfilling experience of my life. Then she kissed me long and hard, and led me into her bedroom. Honest Katia kept her promise. I was told to strip naked, and to lie on my back in the middle of the bed, with a big firm pillow under my butt and one under my head. Katia disappeared into the wardrobe, and by the time she emerged I was situated as ordered. Already fully erect, my elevated, upjutting p***s strained and twitched more eagerly than ever at the sight of her. Perched on stiletto-heeled shoes, she wore little else but black net stockings, with chain garters hooked to a thin leather belt. Pointed gold spikes gleamed the circumference of this, as well as all about a matching collar. Between these sparkling circles she was beautifully bare, those unbelievable breasts boldly revealed. Yet that wasn’t all. Below a sexy diamond belly-ring, she was doubly bare, trimmed and shaved and blatantly available. As I said, my heart raced, my mouth went dry, and my c**k went totally nuts. That poor organ throbbed all red and bobbed above the bed like a fleshy metronome, as my gorgeous girlfriend went to the dresser and collected up a half-dozen belts. Grinning deliciously at me, Katia climbed onto her immense waterbed and pressed my legs together. Then she used her first two belts to bind my ankles and thighs. Giggling, she slapped my bobbing c**k a couple of times, then laughed delightedly at my uncontrollable cries. Then she forced my arms down against my sides, and bound them there with three more belts: one of them trapping my wrists at my waist, one about the elbows and belly, and the last one constricting my shoulders and chest. When she was finished, I lay there straight as a rail, with one big pulsing spike sticking up. Perhaps, with time and effort, I could have escaped my bonds. Yet that thought never entered my head. Despite my growing unease, Katia was simply the most beautiful, vibrant, provocative vision of unfettered s*x appeal that I’d ever encountered. The second she swung over and straddled me I was hopelessly and forever entirely lost. Her hot crotch squashed my erection flat. Wetting and pressing it with the groove of her s*x, she nearly made me ejaculate prematurely. Wriggling on it, grinning at me, gorgeous Katia pushed a small plastic whiffle ball into my mouth. Naturally this had a cord running through it. Giant breasts jiggling in my face, she quickly secured this around the back of my head. Oh great. Now as well as being bound I was effectively gagged, able to breathe and moan and keen through the hollow ball, but not make more articulate sounds. Still I managed a perfectly recognizable whimper of desperation, as Katia suddenly lay down atop me. Squirming her succulent body salaciously against mine, my beloved new mate began simultaneously driving me utterly crazy while laying down a draconian law. Stroking my face lovingly, slowly and exquisitely rubbing my crushed prick with her crotch and my bound chest with her enormous breasts, Katia spoke down to me in an unanswerably stern yet devilishly playful manner that quickly had me hanging on her every word. “You have been chosen. You now belong body and soul to Goddess Katia. And you will obey her absolutely! For the rest of eternity, your sole purpose is to provide your goddess with any and every conceivable pleasure. Nod with agreement, slave, and forever submit to my unlimited mastery!” Frantically I nodded, so insanely aroused by this bizarre, almost gothic scene, not to mention the incomparably sexy woman writhing atop me, that I would have agreed the sun was green. Katia smiled gloatingly down at this unconditional surrender, and then she continued to both relentlessly stimulate and sternly instruct me. “Good. Now then, as my lowly adoring subject, my blindly worshipping postulant, my utter eternal soul-slave, you will need a more appropriate name. From now on, slave, you will be known to your holy reigning goddess exclusively as ‘Slut-boy’.” Goddess Katia laughed delightedly as the blood rushed into my face, betraying my humiliation at this ridiculous appellation. “Oh my, look at the worm blush! You’re such a cute little Slut-boy! However shall I decide how to begin abusing you first?” Goddess pondered, and then she laughed again. “I know! I’ll start at the top! Then I’ll gradually work my way down, until I can finally claim your bottom!” Rising up a bit, she slid forward. Disappointingly released, my wet prick burned both hot and cold and waggled at her back. But then all at once her front fell forward, as gorgeous Goddess Katia buried my helpless face deep in the treasured bounty of her bountiful breasts. There could be nothing else like this. Pinned down and tightly bound beneath her, my helpless head crushed in her arms, my new goddess twisted and squirmed and smeared her heavenly endowment against my captive face. Firm, springy, delightfully yielding, those big hot bulbs of silky breast-flesh were alternately squashed and ground tight against me or slapped me briskly about. Amazingly protuberant, stiffened n*****s scraped all over me, poking my eyes and abrading my lips where they miserably gripped their cruel gag-ball. Soon breathing became increasingly difficult, but I wouldn’t have traded my place for anywhere else in the world. Every once in a while Goddess would draw back a bit, jiggling her dangling, delicious melons right above my face. Taunting and tantalizing me, she’d allow me a minute of freer air, before once again using those fabulous breasts to slap, batter, squash, and bury me. Perhaps this went on for twenty whole minutes. I don’t know; I was totally blown away. My erection remained ignored, a raging constant behind my goddess’s back. But even when she finally had her fill of breast-beating me, that pleading prick got no relief. Goddess Katia merely dropped my head and slid up higher, until she could treat my face to the same thing my c**k had gotten momentarily, and now so wildly craved. Expertly she settled her tiny crotch astride my mouth, until her wet open lips met mine. Then without ado she began humping and squirming and bucking on the connecting gag-ball. Her weight crushed me into the pillow, and her hands pulled hard as they knotted in my hair. Copious secretions slathered my cheeks, and ran through the perforated ball into my mouth. For what was surely at least a half an hour then, my glorious goddess humped away, f*****g my face until she at last cried out a respectable initial orgasm. Then she climbed abruptly off. Tall taper candles burned on the headboard, and Goddess Katia seized one. She knelt beside my captive body and gave me the most unsettling look, one composed of faltering phony compassion being overwhelmed by unholy delight. “Oh, we’re having so much fun already, Slut-boy! Don’t you think? But I’m afraid I’m going to have to hurt you now a little bit. Really, it’s only fair. Didn’t you enjoy the way I used my t**s? I thought you did. Well, now I want to enjoy yours! You’ve got such nice, big, soft red n*****s. But unfortunately you also have all those disgusting hairs growing out around them. And that’s gross. No slut of mine can be so hairy! Let me clean you up a bit. We’ll call this a baptism of fire performed by your holy reigning goddess!” Holy Reigning Goddess performed her sacrament deliberately. Slowly, methodically, she ceremoniously used the bright yellow flame of her candle to completely singe away the sparse chest hair that she felt was dirtying me. The heat of that flame, and the steady drip and fall of hot wax, inflicted a painful series of burns over much of one of my body’s most sensitive erogenous zones. Indeed I groaned and cried out miserably as she seared me clean. But then, once Goddess Katia deemed me fit for use, she finally lowered her fire. Once again she straddled my bound form, granting me a physical intimacy that never fails to exalt me. Urgently erect, elevated a bit at the head and hips, I lay like a willing sacrifice beneath her, throbbing at attention on the altar of my goddess, rapturous as she descended upon me. Bathing me in her divine beneficence, Goddess began to soothe my burned n*****s then by licking, sucking and tonguing them extensively. Her touch was ambrosial, cool and wet, at least at first. But the more my goddess got into it, the hotter her mouth became. Her succor soon turned into an attack, a nipping, nibbling, pulling, scouring, vacuuming attack on my already wounded breasts. My sizzling nerve-endings were being relentlessly stoked to the point of Armageddon. Equally agonized and exalted, I squirmed uncontrollably in my bonds. And then, intentionally or not, my goddess sealed my fate. Moaning with that contagious lust, she began once again humping and pumping with her hips. As she attacked my t**s, her luscious body undulated against mine, repeatedly bumping her saddle and hole onto the straining head of my long-suffering pole. Just out of reach for full penetration, this rubbing, bumping, kissing and sucking on the head of my greedy c**k was predictably catastrophic. Neural overload eventually sent me into uncontrollable spasms. At a distance of less than an inch, I suddenly ejaculated quite prematurely all over Goddess’s crotch. Immediately her divine attentions ceased. She froze; bit me hard, and then her beautiful face rose from my burning left n****e to gleam devilishly down at me. She seemed almost fiendishly delighted that I’d disgraced myself. “You did not have permission for that, Slut-boy!” “No, Goddess Katia,” I mumbled into the gag-ball. But of course these words were unintelligible. No matter. I’ve learned since then that Goddess has a standing decree for this kind of felony. The punishments are automatic and increasingly severe. First she placed a pair of painful, chain-linked n****e-clamps onto my abused breasts, further torturing those tender, burned and swollen teats. Then she once again climbed up my body to straddle my face, and rub her juicy crotch on it. Unfortunately, titillation wasn’t on her mind this time. She only wanted to smear the incriminating evidence in the most appropriate place. As soon as that unwelcome ejaculate thoroughly decorated my humiliated features, Goddess knelt next to me and picked up the last of her supple leather belts. She gazed somberly down.