fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I lean back in the chair and cross and uncross my legs. My senses soak in the gasps and grunts of the naked boy at my feet. The leather skirt slithers against my stocking-covered thighs in a delicious way. The air stirs with the intermittent moan and metallic clank of chains. My skin feels electric. I caress the edge of the thick fox fur coat that covers my breast, inhaling slowly and deeply through my nose. Seeing the helpless boy chained before me makes me drunk with silent pleasure. My breath shudders as I exhale. The tingle.

A wide smile crosses my lips as I glance at my watch. This boy shows promise. I shift my hips in my seat with a slow grind. Patience, Wanda. This can’t be rushed. Press him until he breaks. Make him ache. Make him yearn. I want to devour him.

I tease the fur collar against my cheek and lips. It’s perfumed scent keeps my senses sharp, and focused. I am a predator tonight. The chains clink again as he tips to his side and moans. The vibrating nipple clamps still show life in their cells. This boy.

I bite my lip and press my thighs together tightly. Only three more minutes to go. I test him. He mustn’t cry, mustn’t beg, and mustn’t whine. I’m sure he’s in agony by now. The skin on his nipples was so soft and tender. Such perfect specimens for me to torture. If he can’t manage this little test, he’s not worth my time.

I watch the contour of his shoulder muscles twitch. I trussed him up tightly. New boys shouldn’t have it easy. He shifts again, angling his torso downwards. His erect penis disappears from my view beneath him. I watch his hips begin to grind.

I let out a quiet sigh masked as an exhale. I watch him attempt to covertly hump the floor. I’m not fond of sluts. I simply wanted him to suffer for 20 minutes to prove that he could. I love the awareness of the moment. I feel my eyebrows scrunch down and my teeth bite together as my tongue paints their backs. This is my body’s reaction to this boy transforming from potential to victim before my eyes.

I glance at my watch again. 2 minutes remaining. I smirk as I contemplate… do I stretch this out and let him fail the task on his own? Do I send him away? Or do I use it as an excuse to deliver some actual punishment, knowing he will be too scared to return? I straighten my back and guide my hands along my sides. I’m leaning towards the latter. I’m hungry. Starving. Ravenous. This boy will do… for now. Well… in 5 more minutes.

A smirk forms across my lips. These boys are so easy. He begged for the chance to prove himself. Empty words. Dirty slut. He doesn’t deserve me. The right thing would be to send him on his way, but I have needs. I am quite unapologetic when it comes to getting what I want.

I carefully unzip my skirt, so its sound remains masked by the buzz of the nipple clamps and slide it down to the floor. My panties follow. His delicious moans and whimpers made them quite moist. The boy continues his pelvic grind. Small high pitched sounds emanate from between his clenched teeth. This would be quite the seduction if he wasn’t such a dirty slut. Taking care of himself before me is unforgivable for a prospective sub.

“On your knees.” My voice is firm and direct. I refuse to betray my arousal. It’s too early to lose control.

I watch him struggle up from the floor. I do love how helpless they look when they are hog-tied. I chuckle softly under my breath as he stumbles about, finally capturing his balance upon his knees.

“Closer.”
He shuffles, chasing my voice. I’ll bet that hurts his knees. Good. I lean forward and remove the blindfold, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush his erect cock with my foot. He leans slightly, chasing the sensation. Such a dirty slut.

“Have you enjoyed suffering for me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”

So disappointing. I try to maintain a poker-face but my eyes almost certainly betray me. He diverts his eyes downward, running away from my displeasure.

“Shall I remove the nipple clamps?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Irritation bleeds into my voice.
“Yes, Mistress.”

This boy is definitely not for me. A smart sub would have known I don’t want to be told what to do. These mind games are cruel, but necessary.

“I think I shall leave them on. Are you ready to pleasure me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Third time’s the charm. I crack a small grin.

I slowly part my legs and slide down in the chair. My glistening and glorious pussy is ready for him now. He leans forward, nearly tipping, and his face finds my crotch. He starts slowly, planting gentle kisses around my clit. I don’t want gentle. I throw my legs over his shoulders and grab a handful of his hair.

“Do it right.”

His tongue immediately responds. My chest heaves with a deep breath as it slithers over and on my erect sex. I pull harder. I grind my hips and meet him in rhythm. I deliver a small kick with my heel.

“Faster.”

He picks up his pace. Clouds roll into my brain. I bounce lightly, inhaling and exhaling deeply through my nose. I pull his hair tighter. He presses his tongue harder. Good boy. He found the spot. My hip twitches. My back begins to arch. I close my thighs around his head and pull my legs against him.

He slows. Another kick. He regains his pace. His lips and his tongue begin to work furiously. I grind into him. Harder. Faster. I hear a small whimper. Shut up, stupid. My other hand finds his hair. His lips press harder. His tongue flaps wildly. I squeeze my thighs tighter. Another whimper. Shut up. I kick him again. I feel his gasps against my flesh. I’m gushing. I fade out.

I let out a cry. My toes curl. I explode on his face. My moans become laughs as I pulse rhythmically and throw my head back. His tongue stops. Another kick. I ride the series of spasms as long as I can. A deep, throaty growl erupts from deep within my chest.

I slump back, releasing my thighs and pushing his head away. I bask in the afterglow before my conscious thought returns. The tingle of my body. Every nerve feels alive. I grin with closed eyes as my breathing slows back to normal. My hands glide over the sides of the fur coat, tracing the contour of my ribs. I want another.

“So how was I?”

I want to freeze time to a moment ago but his words sober me up. Stupid.

“Turn around.”

He shuffles around on his knees. I lean forward and release the locks on the cuffs and chains. His free hands quickly remove the nipple clamps. I’m sure the blood rush will sting. Good.

“Please see yourself out. You can leave the cuffs on the table. I will be in touch.”
“Wait, what?”

I will have to spell it out for him.
“Thank you for your efforts. I wish to be alone now.”
“What am I supposed to do about this?”

He motions to his erect penis. Cut it off? That’s what I’d like to say.
“Whatever you wish, it’s none of my concern.”
“I just went down on you. I thought that… at least you could…”

My brow furrows.
“You failed. I do not wish to continue with you as my submissive. I wish you luck in finding someone else. Now please leave.”
“Fucking bitch. You could at least tell me how I failed.”
“This conversation speaks volumes about you.”
“Fuck. Stupid cunt.”

He throws the cuffs down on the floor and begins picking up his scattered clothes and putting them back on. That should have been my cue. The sub for me would have folded his clothes and placed them neatly on the table.

I stand and ‘escort’ him to the door, remaining several paces away. While I have been trained in self-defense, I’d rather not give him the opening. I also don’t want him raiding my purse on the way out. The door closes behind him and I lock the bolt and pull the curtain shut.

Years ago I would have felt bad for using him. Now I am okay with just taking what I want. No regrets. I may have been able to train him if I hadn’t shut him down so quickly. I shake the thought from my head. I learned my lesson the last three times. I will know it when he is the one. This boy was not him. At least he gave me one decent orgasm.

I slide out of my fur and place it on the chair. I slide open the dresser drawer and retrieve my favorite toy. I tip backwards onto the bed, enjoying the rush of the fall and giggle with the ensuing bounce. Simple pleasures. I roll over twice and sprawl out with my head on the pillow.

The buzz of the toy fills the air and I take a deep breath, losing myself as my mind drifts into a fantasy of the one I have yet to find. I will find you. I will make you mine.

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6 thoughts on “fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 1 – Chapter 1

  1. After reading this first segment quite a few times, I’ve realized that the part that speaks to me the most is how you have written her conflicting desires….the desire to find and conquer a male sub in the now, yet, knowing that it is important to find the “right” sub for her. It’s actually quite romantic. Well done, furcissy! I look forward to following you on this new writing journey!

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  2. Diving in your world of fantasies make me totally crave for more …. Good and true submissive men are so hard to find … You are one in a million ; with the way you submit , your respect towards the MISTRESS, consideration towards your KEEPER. I look forward to read all the chapters .

    Emme

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