fs02: A Domme’s View – Arc 3 – Chapter 30

Chapter 30

I prepare myself for Michael’s arrival. I don’t do it for him. This self-care is all for me. I want maximum confidence. I want maximum power. I want to feel my best. My eyes and body have felt ‘on’ for the past hour. The electricity courses through me. I am alive. I am hungry. I want to devour what is in my path.

Michael hasn’t seen me in my siren outfit. Well, not in person. I do have a photo on my kinklife page and I assume he has looked at it. I’m wearing this for me. I slide into it, feeling the fur caress my naked skin. It grips and sculpts my body like a glove. I watch myself in the mirror as I pull on the gloves. He doesn’t stand a chance against this version of me. This Wanda is fierce. This Wanda has claws.

Over the past couple of days I’ve let Michael ask me some questions. I want him to feel comfortable. That’s a lie. I want to make sure that he only feels uncomfortable in the way that I want him to. I toss him crumbs about myself in order to ease his potential concerns.

I finish dressing, saving my crown of fur (what I have started calling the headband) for last and inspect myself in the mirror. You’re fucking hot, Wanda. He doesn’t stand a chance. No one stands a chance. I am a predator. I select my black fox jacket from the closet and take a seat in the living room.

My thoughts wander. I hope I will be okay in these boots. They are a pain to get on and off and they may hurt my feet if I stand for too long. Is everything in place? The dungeon. Check. The paddle. Check. The Reverb. Check. Lube. Check. Condoms if needed. Sigh. I doubt we’ll need them. Bed restraints. Check. First aid kit. Check. You can never be too careful. The fridge has food to test his cooking skills.

What are you doing, Wanda? A couple of days ago you were afraid of what would happen if you break this boy. I chase the doubts away. I want a sub. I need a sub. I need someone in my life. I need someone to love and to love me. It’s been too long. It’s been far too long. My heart is ready, I’m sure of it. The doubts return. What if you unleash an evil beast that can’t be controlled? Shoo, doubts. I’ll deal with that when and if that happens.

I pull out my phone and open yoohoo. I message Fcsie.

“I have a boy on the way.”
“Do you plan to consume him?”
“I do. I may break him first.”
“Lucky boy. I’m envious. I’ll bet you are glowing right now.”

A smile crawls over my face. I take a breath. I feel my eyes come into focus. Another breath. My senses are alive. This boy deserves a reward.

“If only you could be so lucky. The things I would do to you…”
“Blush. You tease me, MsFoXXXy. Enjoy yourself.”

I ‘meditate’ while I wait for Michael. Yes, that is the term I have started using for sitting and fantasizing about having his face in my crotch, ravaging his body, and devouring his soul. The tingles send electricity through my body. I’m already soaking wet.

My eyes open as I hear a car pull into the driveway. I rise to the door as I hear the light patter of steps along the concrete. The doorbell rings. I purposefully delay myself. The meat has arrived.

I open the door. Michael stands before me in a suit and tie. He holds a rose in one hand and an overnight bag in the other. His eyes widen. Cute boy.

“Hello, M.”
“Hello, Miss Wa…”
“Mistress.”
“He-H-Hello, Mistress.”
“Are you just going to stand there, gawking?”

He shuts his eyes.
“No, M-Mistress.”

I grab him by the tie and pull him inside the door, closing and locking it behind us.

“I brought this for you, Mistress.”

Michael hands me the rose. It’s very pretty. I do love roses. I hide my reaction and prod him.
“Too cheap to buy the whole bouquet?”

I smell it once and set it on the table. I will remember to put it in water later. He doesn’t respond. I can see him breathing hard. His face looks concerned as he slips off his shoes. I abruptly turn and head to the living room, raising my arm and making a motion with my fingers for him to follow.

I sit in my chair. He stands before my trembling. I motion my hand to the floor in front of me. He gets onto his knees and keeps his head down.

“Look at me, M.”

His head tilts upward almost like he’s struggling. I lean forward and stare directly into his eyes. His brow furrows and his mouth opens and closes like he wants to speak but can’t. I tingle. Under my spell already, boy? A wicked grin forms on my face. Prod him before he can acclimate.

“Take off your clothes.”

His eyes go wide. I watch his Adam’s apple flex as he swallows. He’s trembling.
“Yes, Mistress.”

He slowly stands and begins to undress. He carefully folds his clothes, always a good sign. He hesitates when he gets down to his boxers.
“It displeases me to wait.”

He bites his lip and drops them to the floor. His penis is pointing straight out at me. It’s a rather nice size. A little above average I would say. What’s this? A piercing. I’ve never seen a Prince Albert in real life before. I smirk.

“Hands behind your head.”

I watch him shake as he lifts his arms. I notice the small metal rings that adorn his nipples. Those look like fun. I rise from my chair.
“Eyes on the floor.”

He bows his head. I pace slowly around him. His breathing is heavy and labored. He is very thin. I begin to drag my claw along his body. I watch goose bumps form and the hairs rise following its path. I tingle. This nervous boy. I hook the claw on a nipple ring and give it a tug. A small grunt leaves his mouth. Yes, boy, make sounds for me.

I look down and notice that his cock has grown. Is this what you want, Michael? Do you want to be the first to greet the new sadist growing inside of me? I tap the piercing with my claw. He whimpers. I drink up his sounds. I grab his dick in my gloved hand and give it a squeeze.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to get hard.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

Ooh, the panic in his voice. He almost squeaks.
“That disgusting lump of flesh between your legs displeases me, M. You have to the count of five to get it under control.”

He begins to squirm. Squirm for me, boy.
“One… two…”

He squeaks. Little high pitched squeals. Almost like a mouse. His body continues to squirm. I grip tighter to his shaft and begin to pump a little.

“Three… four…”

His squeals turn into a whine.
“Five.”

His face contorts and he begins to sob as I feel his cock throb in my hand. I prod him.

“I don’t get it, M, are you trying to impress me with your lack of self-control?”

He cries and sobs. His cock gets even harder. Silly boy.
“A crueler woman might just cut it off. It’s a good thing that I’m reasonable and full of mercy, isn’t it, M?”

He nods through his tears.
“But my forgiveness has a price. Come with me. Bring your chastity cage. I assume you planned ahead and brought it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

He blurts out in garbled sobs. I’ve shaken you, boy. How will you respond?

I hear him dig through his bag as I walk away without a second look. He’s frantic. I descend the stairs slowly. I hear him trying to silence his sobs as he follows my steps. A grin forms on my face. I have this boy on a string.

I head over to the corner and pull the chain on the bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. I’m fairly certain his eyes have found the cuffs dangling from the hook.

“Over here.”

He scurries past me and stands below the hook. I bend down and close the leg irons around his ankles. I feel a tingle as the second one clicks into place. He’s trapped. There’s nowhere to run to now.

“Show me the cage, boy.”

He holds up a steel device. It’s different than any that I have seen. It seems intricate. There’s a bar near the front that looks like it accommodates a piercing. The lock is serious. It’s one of those circular style locks like you see on vending machines. I’ve read about this style but I had never seen one in person. It’s supposed to be the most secure that you can get.

“Put it on. The Mistress doesn’t wish to be bothered by such mundane actions.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he squeaks.

I watch him carefully remove the piercing from his penis.

“I’ll take that.”

He hands it to me. I place it on the table. He opens the device and slides the ring and cage into place. He uses a key to release the piercing bar and guides it through him. I’ll bet it’s cold. This makes me smile. He connects the cage to the ring and locks them together. I hold my hand out for the keys. He shudders as he drops them into my palm.

“How long were you kept locked up before?”
“Five years.”
“Were you ever released?”

He shakes his head. A wicked grin causes my lips to curl. I take one of his wrists and hold his arm above his head and lock the cuff around it. He lifts his other arm and my breath shudders with each click. I pace over to where the rope is secured to the wall. I give a firm tug and pull his arms upward until they are fully extended before securing the rope in its place.

I watch his body quiver and shake. He’s trembling. I can sense his fear. My basement is very chilly too, I’ll bet that isn’t helping this at all. I return into the center of his view. The cage is dancing up and down as it battles its prison.

I grab his nipple rings with my fingers and pull them outward. His mouth opens and he lets out a pained squeak.

“I think I’ll call you mouse from now on. It seems fitting. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I smirk. A fitting name for the kitten’s toy, isn’t it? I twist the rings gently. He lets out a series of pulsed whimpers. Oh, delicious sounds, how you do feed the tingles. I release his nipples and drag my claw down his cheek.

“Are you a virgin, mouse?”

His expression is one of pain.
“Yes, Mistress.”

Oh, poor boy, this makes you embarrassed.
“It’s kind of pathetic that a man your age hasn’t experienced the pleasure of being inside a woman, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you see me as the type of woman who would ever let you inside of me?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Smart boy.”

He’s shaking. I can feel his suffering. His breathing is erratic. I pierce him with my eyes.
“Look at me, mouse.”

He trembles as he shifts his gaze until his eyes meet mine.
“Do you think that I’m beautiful?”
“Yes, Mistress. Very beautiful.”

I smack his ass with my hand. He lets out a quiet yelp.
“Does a woman such as myself have to troll for compliments?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You aren’t very considerate, are you, mouse? You enter my home and don’t even tell me that I’m beautiful and then you disobey a direct request.”
“I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

I take a deep breath in through my nose.
“I’m going to hurt you now, mouse. I know that you know that you deserve it.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

I walk to the table and retrieve the paddle. It feels like this was made just for me. I wiggle my fingers in its grip. I take a quick step in, pivot, pull my hips through and SMACK!

Michael lets out a scream as I watch his body recoil against the chains. He continues shaking for several seconds after the impact. Another. Step, Smack. He begins to wail. I know I’m supposed to warm him up first, but that’s only for pleasurable spankings. I want this to hurt. Step, Smack. He shrieks. The impact reverberates through me. That voice. Those sounds. I squeeze my hips together and bite my lip.

I lower the paddle and rub my hand over his bottom. His breath shakes and pulses. Interesting. Upon closer inspection I notice a small blacked out tattoo. A brand maybe? I pinch his skin between my fingers and give a hard twist. He squeals again and flails against the chains. I feel my own breath shudder. Give me more, boy.

Step, Smack. Step, Smack. The screams turn to sobs. I notice the tears flowing down his cheeks. You don’t have much for pain tolerance, do you boy? That’s good for me. Not so much for you.

The energy pulses through me. I focus. I tune out. I give into the impulses. I step up and swing. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. SMACK!

I have to stop to catch my breath. Michael’s voice has almost vanished. He gasps for air. He barely has the energy to sob. He continues with a series of whimpering whines. I think this is his limit for now.

“What does mouse have to say to me?”
“Thank you, Mistress, for your efforts to guide me.”

Well played, boy.
“I’m not done with you yet.”

He sniffles and whimpers. The chains rattle above him. His bottom is very red and getting darker.

Oh, fuck, Wanda. I’m almost shaking from the rush. I feel like my heart will jump out of my chest. The tingles continue. I undo the snaps on the crotch of my outfit. I slide the harness up my hips. I guide the Reverb in and secure it in place. I grip its shaft and pump it a few times. My hips gyrate in rhythm. I bite my lip and breath heavily through my nose. I grab the bottle of lube and position myself behind him. Were you watching me, Michael? Do you know what’s coming next?

I take a step closer and listen to his sobs. I drag my claw down his back and watch him shudder. I take a step closer and wrap my hands around his hips. Dammit, Wanda, you really didn’t think this through.

I look down at my glorious silicone cock. I look up at his swollen bottom. Michael is almost a foot taller than me. The physics of this would be impossible. Hello palm, meet face. I cover my eyes. Stupid. Stupid. My predator calls to me. Take control, Wanda. Improvise. That’s not the only hole this boy has. I smirk.

I pace over to the rope and release it.

“On your knees.”

I slowly lower the hook and he falls to his knees. I loop the rope suspending his arms above his head. I position myself in front of him.

“How do you like my new toy, mouse? I got it just for you.”

He remains silent. His lip quivers. Defiant boy. I jab him in the cheek with it. Hard. He lets out a squeal. I twist my hips and slap him across the face with it. Right cheek. Left cheek. Right cheek. Left cheek. I stifle a laugh. Why? I let it go and laugh loudly.

“Have you ever been cock-slapped before?”

He begins to sniffle.

“Open wide.”

I force it against his lips before he can react. The pressure carries back to my G-spot. I exhale hard. His mouth opens slowly. I jam it in. I grab a handful of his hair and force myself all the way in. Pathetic boy. He gags.

“Take it all, boy.”

I grab his hair and replay my fantasy. I thrust it deep, in and out. I’m going to fuck your face, boy, and there’s nothing you can do but take it.

Tears stream down his face as I pump. Each thrust presses the back end firmly against my G-spot. I begin a series of moan. He gargles and gags and sobs when he can. I keep his mouth mostly filled.

“Such a sour expression for a boy who has the privilege of being fucked by me.”

I thrust harder and harder. His whimpers and sobs become more pronounced. I moan harder and harder. You little bitch. Take it. I thrust and I thrust and I thrust. The predator in me screams and growls. I will take what I want from you. Thrust, Thrust, Thrust. I let out a cry. My body shudders as the orgasm ripples through me. I press in one last time. My eyes close as I cum.

I release his hair and catch my breath. I remove myself slowly from his mouth. He lurches forward and sobs. He coughs and gags. He cries.

Oh god, Wanda. What have you done? I want to wrap him in my arms and hold him tight. I want to make sure he’s okay. I clench my eyes tight and weather the rage of emotions storming within me. What do I do?

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