Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Chapter 4

What a cruel, potent, indomitable mistress! Fearsomely gorgeous in her spiked and studded collars and harness, Big Mistress Linda maintained a mocking eye contact with me all the while she f****d me; again forcing me to personally acknowledge the humiliating reality of the circumstances. Naturally my own blushing cheeks burned brightly with shame, yet strangely enough, the rest of my involuntary response was totally contrary to what you might think. Despite the fundamental violation of my masculinity, despite (or alas, maybe because of) my extremely humiliating subjugation, in my teetering brain-state I suddenly felt my strange new compulsion for s****l submission come to life.

Holy s**t! I thought, at last starting to slide toward acceptance. Now this was being dominated! This was being on the bottom with a vengeance! What more telling expression of Big Linda’s power over me could there possibly be? Before long my low, groaning response to her thrusting hips and raping c**k began to take on an unmistakable crooning note. Instead of struggling to bring my unresponsive legs together, I soon found myself straining just as hard to spread them wider. Still Big Linda worked it up into me; pumping her hips ever harder and faster as she speared like a fatal invader into the vulnerable center of my body.

Eventually I could no longer hide my reluctant arousal. Big Linda noticed the renewed urgency of my erection, and heard the uncontrollable moans and gasps of pleasure that burst from my lips. She began to taunt me mercilessly then as she pounded her hard length in.

“Look at you!” she hissed. “You piggy little slut, you love it, don’t you? You love having me f**k you! Don’t you, Slut-boy! I knew you’d earn that name! I’m never going to call you anything else now! Slut-boy! Slut-boy! SLUT-BOY! You like my big hard c**k, don’t you? You love it! Take it then, damn you! Take it deep, high up into your tight little ass! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Do you feel that? Huh? Do you feel what it’s like to be f****d, f****d so hard you can’t stand it, and yet you’re still begging for more? Take it then, Slut-boy! Take this! And this! And this! And this!” Punctuating her cries with especially hard, vicious thrusts, Big Linda Skrue hammered it up into me, grabbing and rubbing my quivering balls as she did so.

“You want it, don’t you?” she accused, squeezing my betraying erection as she continued to slam her own powerfully up into me. “Admit it, you bastard! Beg me for it, damn you! Beg!” I shook my head in horror at this ultimate in degradation, but Big Linda would not be denied. Slapping me, cursing me, she raged at me to beg her for the shameful pleasure of her violating c**k. Finally she pulled it almost all the way out of me, demanding, “Beg me for it, you f*****g piece of s**t, or I’ll stop giving it to you!” Then she gently nudged the head of that wonderfully hard prick in and out of my aching and now hungry hole, cruelly teasing me with it. This was just too much, and I finally surrendered to the inevitable.

“Okay, yes, f**k me,” I wailed. “f**k me hard! I love it, I do! Please Big Linda, f**k me! f**k me up the asshole hard!”

“That’s better!” she snarled. Cruelly kind, she drove her big black boner instantly and entirely back into me. “Now keep it up!” Of course I obeyed unreservedly, and soon I was chanting mindlessly away.

“f**k me Mistress, f**k me Big Linda, f**k me Mistress, f**k me Big Linda, f**k me, f**k me, f**k Big Linda, Big Linda, Big Linda, Big Linda, Big LINDA!” Her talismanic name itself became my mantra as she once again renewed her plunging rhythm.

This time however my Big Mistress Linda took some pity on me, perhaps rewarding my shameless acceptance of her incredibly intimate violation. Whatever the reason, in addition to pounding herself brutally in and out of my tight little ass, she suddenly grabbed my stiff prick where stuck so straight up in front of her and began pumping on it in equal time with the urgent rhythm of her butt-stabbing strokes.

Oh man, that felt so great I almost swooned!

Her hard c**k slammed up into me, continuing my incredibly demeaning and demoralizing subjugation. Each stroke rubbed my sensitive prostate and simultaneously jiggled my tight, swollen balls until they churned with a nearly uncontrollable need for release. But now both of her strong hands also gripped my engorged d**k, pulling back against the force of her rhythm and increasing her f*****g leverage considerably. And of course this also had the additional incredible effect of jerking my uncircumcised erection rapidly up and down.

Sweet Jesus, I didn’t know if I was male or female or neither now, and I didn’t much care. All I knew was that I was out of my mind with ecstasy. Finally it was too much, and I think I screamed aloud – I’m not quite sure – as I at last felt an unstoppable volcano boil up through my throbbing, straining, hugely swollen c**k. But before my semen could spray out of me in those familiar spasms of powerfully pumping pleasure, Big Linda’s pounding d**k-thrusts climaxed in a supremely spearing frenzy.

Releasing my shuddering c**k at the penultimate moment, she dropped suddenly towards me. Catching herself with her hands, she propped her heavy body up on palms and toes in order to get her entire weight behind each and every unbelievable stroke. Then she began hammering away in earnest. Sliding out to the tip of the head and then slamming back in to the base again and again and again, she delivered such a frantic succession of such incredibly deep, painfully driving thrusts that this time I know I screamed and screamed and screamed aloud my uncontainable pain and pleasure. Meanwhile my wildly shuddering prick finally exploded, merging invasion with orgasm at last and spraying us both with copious gobs of hot wet sperm. And only after every last drop spat out did the amazing Big Linda Skrue at last collapse atop me, exhausted from her prodigious energy expenditure.

Her hard prick still filled me, and the pressure of her heavy breasts squashed against me was heavenly. Nevertheless, all I could do was pant and fight for breath, basking in the afterglow of the most unexpectedly incredible s****l experience of my life. But eventually my glorious, wonderful mistress stirred, backing up and slowly sliding out of me.

Apparently satisfied already, Big Linda Skrue rose from the bed of my defilement and removed the long rubber dildo that had given me such painful pleasure. She returned it to her belt, unlocking the handcuffs on my wrists and doing likewise with them. Then, leaving me spread open wide and wet with sweat and semen, she got into her coat and without another word stomped out of the house.

As I said: unbelievable. Just as she’d promised, of course. Yet what about me? What about my own unbelievable response? Squirming, I tried to shut off all thought of it. Unwilling to more than obliquely confront what had happened to me, I lay there exhausted, caressing my aching, violated body. Then I began to wonder what else might happen to me, when Big Linda Skrue inevitably returned…

Linda’s Interlude: My Own Little Toy

Lately I’ve been having the most exciting time with this guy I know. I can’t believe he actually puts up with it – not that he has much choice. Ever since I caught him jerking off one day he’s been completely at my mercy. The best part of it is he used to be my boss! I was actually afraid he’d cancel my contract. But after our first night together I knew I had nothing to worry about. There’s absolutely nothing I can do to him that wouldn’t make him just fall on his face and beg me for more.

It’s pretty obvious why. He’s been living in a state of enforced celibacy for years. The poor little f**k reminds me of a kid in a candy store with no nickel in his pocket, left to conjure up his gratification with nothing more than impotent images. After a decade of that, who knows what he’s willing to go through in order to get his rocks off? That makes him like s****l silly-putty in my endlessly inventive hands.

As I said, I can literally do anything I want to him, and I do. First I like to sneak into his bedroom, late in the middle of the night, and take him by surprise. Leaping onto his bed, I immediately set about totally and completely dominating him. There is no degradation too extreme, and so I play with him for hours, forcing him to service me however I please, making him submit to all kinds of outrageously kinky things.

Of course, I’ve got to look the part of a demon dominatrix. So usually I dress up in this harness of tight leather straps, my gigantic t**s just bursting out of it, and wear silver-spiked collars on my neck and wrists. Then I put on thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots and my black leather overcoat and stride over there: kicking in his door and snapping on the light.

I love the way his timid brown eyes jerk open, starting in shock and then widening in uneasy recognition. Immediately I tear off my overcoat, and as his eager gaze fastens on my bare beasts I feel a familiar rush of power surge through me. He is mine! The way his eyes crawl greedily over my body reinforces yet again the knowledge that he can never refuse me anything. Brimming with zeal I spring forward, ripping off the blankets and throwing them to the floor. Already his ridiculous little prick is twitching and swelling. For now I ignore it though. Time enough for that later.

“Big Linda, please...” is all he manages, and then I’m upon him Straddling his helpless body I drop my considerable weight right on his belly. The breath whooshes out of him, and before he can begin to recover I grab him by his admittedly cool long hair and bury his sputtering face in my t**s. He struggles under me, thrashing about as much as he can. But pitilessly I crush him down and start twisting my shoulders violently back and forth, beating him into submission with my swinging, slapping, heavily hanging breasts.

Trapped under my powerful body he starts whimpering and pleading with me, his voice muffled but its groveling tone unmistakable. Yet still his traitor c**k continues to grow, climbing the inside of my thigh to press insistently up against me.

That impudent bastard! I pull back, and clamping his head in my hands I rub one of my excitement-hardened n*****s all over his face, roughly grinding it around and around before finally forcing open his jaws and pushing it between his big soft lips.

“Suckle me, slave!” I demand, and he immediately complies, pulling at my tender, turgid n****e for all he’s worth. Much as I hate to admit it, he’s actually damn good at it. Feeding voraciously at my sumptuous breast his thick lips create a long, hard, almost painfully insistent suction. Meanwhile he peers humbly, fearfully up at me, an insecure little boy pathetically seeking approval.

Of course I give him none. Tearing my tit from his jaws I scramble up his body to squash my hungry cunt into his helpless face. There I ride him, holding fistfuls of his hair and rasping myself back and forth and all around, barely giving him a chance to breathe. Finally I settle on his mouth and let him eat me, but the eager, fumbling way he goes about it fills me with scorn.

It’s obvious my little Slut-boy here still has a thing or two to learn. Well, I’m just the woman for that! Big Mistress Linda can always provide strict indoctrination into the art of oral s*x! First I start taunting him, berating him for his inadequacy, and the guilty blush of his shame gets me off like nothing else. That childish little pansy! That worthless piece of s**t! Suddenly my voracious cunt feels like a mouth lined with teeth, eager to devour his entire face.

Fuck teaching him anything else! I decide to just use him. That’s what he’s there for after all; just a contemptible little s*x toy to satisfy my most selfish pleasures. Let him learn on his own, if he’s able. If not, let him suffer the consequences. I push his head back, deep into the pillow, and start rubbing myself off on his jutting chin. That hard knob of bone is covered with stubble, and it rasps and chafes my burning clit delightfully. I just go nuts then, literally attacking him with my p***y, using him like I do my cheapest vibrator. Back and forth, up and down, once again I grind my groin into and all over his face as hard as I can, liberally slathering him with my sticky juices. With zero concern for his bodily well-being I smother him this way until I just can’t stand it anymore. Then at last I turn to his prick.