Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Chapter 3

“You just jerk yourself off one more time, and think about how much you want me to f**k you. You might not be so grateful later. ‘Cause believe me, little s*x toy, we’re just getting started. I’ve got things to do to you that you won’t believe. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Slut-boy. Just you wait. In the meantime, get jerking!” And with that she turned and slammed out the door, leaving me alone, naked and erect in the dark.

Still stunned, I didn’t even try to come to terms with what had just happened. I just started pumping, picturing Big Linda’s sneering face and feeling my own cheeks coloring yet again with shame. Now that I knew who the real boss was around here, I obeyed her unconditionally. Whipped along by the goad of Big Linda’s imagined demands, I jerked and jerked and jerked my stubbornly hard yet increasingly abraded c**k until I thought my arm would fall off. Finally, after nearly half an hour of painful, urgent labor, I at last managed to yank myself to the day’s third orgasm. Crying out with unbelievable release and relief, I spasmed and shuddered, then spewed out a single, pearly white dot to the menacing memory of Big Linda Skrue.

My arm aching, c**k-sore and shame-faced, exhausted and depleted, I collapsed straight asleep after that. Morning – and the rest of my suddenly unsettling future – would just have to take care of themselves.

Visit Two: Turning the Tables

Well, I’d been warned. That’s about all I can say. Mistress had told me – warned me – that she had things to do to me. Unbelievable things. But I guess my imagination just wasn’t the equal of Big Linda Skrue’s depravity.

Of course, at that point how could it be? I wasn’t yet then the man that I am now. My transformation into a twisted s****l plaything was just beginning. As yet I had no idea how far things could go. But I’d learn soon enough. Although this was only the second night of our incredible affair, it was an occasion that would forever establish the tenor of my asymmetric relationship with Big Linda Skrue.

Another profound, fundamental reversal of position was imminent: a further transfer of power from me to her that would open yawning chasms into depths of subjugation I would come to wallow in and yet still wish had remained forever closed. Following a pattern set just the day before it was again the darkest depths of the middle of the night when I suddenly heard the front door slam open. Startled I called out, but there was no response to my cries but the sharp, heavy tread of spike-heeled boots.

I strained hopelessly to move, but was only able to shift my arms, shoulders and upper body. Then Big Linda Skrue stepped into the room, and as she turned to confront me I saw the flash of steel-studded collars above the neck and below the cuffs of her long leather overcoat. Immediately my heart began pounding, and I felt a paralyzing mix of dreadful fear and desperate, uncontrollable desire. I couldn’t have moved if I was able as she slowly unbelted the coat and shrugged it to the floor.

In the dim light from the hallway I saw at first just the savage gleam of her burning eyes and bared teeth. Then, dropping my gaze past that wide spiked collar and down her sculpted, statuesque body, I suddenly caught my breath.

Big Linda was again completely naked – except for the aforementioned collars, boots, and a complex body-harness of black leather straps.

Wickedly spiked and studded all over, this supported and separated her huge breasts, as well as looping around her back, shoulders, waist and crotch. Buckles and rings glimmered in the faint light, and a pair of stainless-steel handcuffs hung at her waist, jingling and jostling another long, dark object that hung there as she moved to approach me. I felt a thrill of fear as I thought I recognized it (what possible use could she have for one of those?), and then she was upon me, ripping away the blankets and exposing my naked body to the night.

I hadn’t seen or heard from her since the night before, when she left me panhandled and naked and once again dutifully jerking off. Yet she barely acknowledged me. Without a word she climbed boots and all right onto the bed. In a second she was atop me, effortlessly subduing my feeble struggles and capturing my hands.

Big Linda quickly and professionally handcuffed me, ignoring my whimpered pleas as she locked my wrists together and secured them high above my head. Then she leaned back, hands on her hips, staring down at me silently. Her huge t**s heaved and her panting breath hissed excitedly between her teeth.

I had only a moment to taste the strange, exciting new thrill of bondage, and then suddenly Big Linda dropped atop me. Instantly her body began writhing: hips twisting and grinding, roughly pumping against me as she simultaneously thrust her huge, firmly strapped and supported breasts against my face.

Oh, Mistress! Her hands found the back of my head, twining in my hair and pulling me forward into that enveloping chest with savage pressure. Warm, firm, taut big breasts squashed my cheeks, burying me in the press of that gloriously resilient flesh. Crushed and ravished beneath that beautiful big body, I could see little but the red-golden fall of her hair that draped itself around us in a shining curtain. And still Big Linda manhandled me around, working herself urgently against me in the first frenzy of her need.

After a moment, I noticed that in her frantic squirming and undulating Big Linda was gradually nudging my legs apart, forcing them open beneath her until she lay between. There she began rubbing and pumping her strap-wrapped self against my naked body in earnest. Yet that wasn’t the only change. The circular, grinding friction she’d previously been generating had been replaced by a more straightforward, up-and-down rocking motion. Soon I realized that she was actually humping me.

Huh? Driven by whatever strange, unexplained need brought her to my bed in the middle of the night, Big Linda Skrue enveloped my helplessly straddled body: anchoring my upper half in her embrace and grinding her mound of Venus forcefully, rhythmically up into my open crotch. Holding me down, spreading my legs wider and wider, she grunted and snarled and roughly rubbed herself off on me.

What an incredibly strange, unexpected sensation! It was unlike anything I was prepared for, and I was stunned into enjoying it.

So this was how it felt: being taken, being used, being the one on the bottom! Soon I was really getting off on it, loving the butchy, masculine way that Big Linda used her magnificent body’s considerable weight and strength against my own pinned and helpless one. But then when she heard my moans of joy, Big Mistress Linda suddenly paused in her labors and rose up, looming over me in the dark.

With her strong shoulders squared and her melon-heavy breasts silhouetted from behind she looked imposing indeed. My heart pounded with a delicious trepidation as I lay there, awaiting my mistress’ desire.

What would it be tonight? More ridicule, tit-flogging, humiliating m**********n? Would she suck me off maybe, or would I taste her surely unbelievably delectable p***y? Better yet, instead of just riding my face, would she at last lower herself, and finally deign to f**k me? Seconds ticked away as I lay there speculating. Then suddenly I thought of Big Linda last night, and my endless, wickedly enforced efforts at m**********n.

I remembered my mistress mocking me as I played, and warning me against wishing for her to f**k me – implying that the greatest of my desires would eventually prove to be my undoing. Then, as these disquieting thoughts flashed suddenly across my mind, I heard an ominous click, as Mistress slowly, deliberately unhooked the object that hung at her side and held it up between us.

With a gasp of shocked recognition I saw that it was indeed a dildo: shiny black, big and thick. Wickedly ridged, this fake rubber p***s sported not only a life-like head but also a complex web of upraised veins winding about the entire length of its heavy, slightly curved shaft. Witnessing how dawning horror was replacing unholy desire on my hotly flushed face, Big Linda finally chose to break her silence.

“That’s right, Slut-boy,” she ominously intoned. “I am going to take you. I’ve always wanted to show one of you brutish male bastards how it feels, and you’re the perfect candidate: totally helpless. I told you I had things to do to you – unbelievable things. But I don’t think you quite got the picture. So I’m going to spell it right out. I am going to butt-f**k you. I’m going to pound my big, black, nine-inch c**k right up your ass. See?” She held it up, sneering at me, and began to chant in her derision.

“Little pig, little pig, let me in!

I’m going hump and pump and f**k your back door in!

I’m going to rape and ram and ream you out good,

Fuck your little boy-cunt you know I should!”

Big Linda laughed grimly after that, brandishing her giant d**k.

“You wanted to get f****d, huh? You wanted me to f**k you? Well okay, Slut-boy. You’re going to live up to your new name. I’m going to f**k you. And I’m going to f**k you hard. I’m going to put this big prick on and f**k you until you cry and scream and beg me for more! So get ready for your Mistress’ c**k, you contemptible little s**t. Here it comes!”

I shook my head at this in hopeless denial, watching as Big Linda slowly slid that long, thick dildo deep up inside her. Sliding it in and out, twisting it around and liberally lubricating it with her body’s own juices, she finally withdrew it and somehow snapped it onto the heavy leather harness at her crotch. Then she posed there, that massive black c**k-club jutting frighteningly forward.

Oh my god! What had I done, letting this woman inside my defenses? At last I could taste to the dregs the hopelessness of my condition, the horror of being able to completely feel my lower limbs and body but not command them. What defense had I against the weapon that sprouted from Big Linda’s groin? I couldn’t even close my useless legs. Paralyzed indeed by more than just dread, I couldn’t tear my eyes off it. Struggling fruitlessly I chafed my wrists in the hard steel cuffs as she positioned me: propping up my hips with a pillow, then lifting and spreading those oh-so accommodating lower limbs. Watching the bulbous black head of my doom approach, I squirmed to the pit of my cowardly male soul.

Terrified, repulsed – and yet still I must admit it, in some strange way deeply excited – I whimpered and begged pathetically, pleading with Big Linda not to do this to me. But of course she ignored me completely, pausing only to fondle and squeeze my swollen member and tingling balls before moving her hands lower to open me up and guide herself in.

She took me then, grinning wickedly down at my utter helplessness as she thrust forward, filling me up with her painfully large prick.

“Ahhhhhh, goddess!” I cried out, fighting her brutal invasion, but she was implacable: slowly withdrawing from me only to push forward more firmly, forcing herself deeper up into my tight little ass.

God damn her! Handcuffed and helpless, humiliated like never before, I lay struggling in shame beneath my pitiless, utterly dominant Mistress, enduring while she violated me. Soon she was vigorously pumping her hips, kneeling before my elevated opening and building up a soon-to-be-familiar thrusting rhythm that threatened to drive me completely mad. Her every potent stroke speared deeper, until at last her shapely hips were slamming up into me, rocking the immovable object of my captive body with the unstoppable force of her incredible thrusts.

Unbelievable! Panting with exertion, Big Linda Skrue grinned down at me. With her big round breasts bobbing and jiggling between her muscular arms, her prying hands held my butt-cheeks spread firmly open, my lowest, most personal portal gaping wide to receive each and every inch of those deeply penetrating stabs.