The Domme Diaries: Three Stories, Four Dominant Women

Julie's Kinky Secret

“Maybe I should have told you I was into this shit a little earlier,” she said, pausing to suck air through her teeth as she played with her wet cunt. She got onto the bed, straddling Steve's stomach and thrusting her toned abdomen and lustful pussy toward his face. “That I loved the idea of tying a man up, doing whatever I wanted to him, playing with him while he couldn't do anything about it … it's intoxicating, it really is, this rush of power. I wish you could understand it. Of course, that would probably mean being on the other end of this, and I wouldn't dream of that.”

She ran her free hand down Steve's chest, her fingers making their way across one of his nipples. It sent bolts of pleasure firing through his body and he tensed up. Julie threw her head back, breathing heavily. She looked back down at him and bit her lower lip.

“Nngh, so hot,” she said with a groan. “Look at you. These muscles, this figure. I don't think I've ever been with a man in such shape. But here you are, helpless all the same. All those muscles, all that strength, and here you are, tied to my bed, unable to get yourself out of this, some tiny woman grinding herself in your face, rubbing one out right in front of you. You can't do a damn thing about it. You're not going to do a damn thing about it. I'm going to play with you as much as I want, and maybe you'll get off when I'm done. In the meantime you'll sit there and be a good cock.”

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Special Delivery

“That's ...”

“Mr. Andersen, right,” Mrs. Andersen said. “But you'll not refer to him as Mr. Andersen any more tonight. From now until the end of the evening he has no name. He's a toy. An object. Understand?”

Rachel nodded slowly. “Is he … okay with that?” she said.

Mrs. Andersen let out another giggle. “I don't know, dear. You tell me.” With that, she reached out and struck the swollen head of the man's fully erect cock with a strongly flicked middle finger. The man inhaled very sharply through his nose and writhed with fury against the straps holding him in place, but they held fast and so he wasn't able to get out of the way as she flicked the head of his cock again. And again. And again. After the fourth time, the powerful yet muted sounds coming from behind the gag started to take a more demure tone. Mrs. Andersen cupped the man's balls, gently massaging them with one hand. He settled.

“And he's okay with me being here?” Rachel asked, never taking her eyes off the man on the cross.

“Maybe he is, maybe he isn't,” Mrs. Andersen said. “I've got plugs in his ears. He can't hear a thing, so he has no idea you're here.”

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"Fuck for Your Job"

“Come on in, Mike,” she said. He entered, shirtless and sweaty.

Maybe it was the lighting or maybe it was the perfect way his hair was mussed, but something about Mike was looking particularly fantastic today. The sweat beaded up on his muscular chest, forming tiny rivulets down to his perfectly formed abs. Victoria was taken aback, and felt a new rush of energy to her longing pussy. How long had it been? A month? Months, maybe? She was a very busy woman; she couldn't immediately remember when she last had the kind of free time to go looking for a good, hard fucking. The thought pleased her to no end; the idea of some tight, muscular man pushing her forward over the edge of her bed and having his way with her from behind got her flush with sexual energy. She imagined the sound of the v-shaped muscle directly over his massive cock slapping rhythmically against her thick, beautifully shaped ass as he pounded her womanhood over and over until she had to bite and grip the blankets to avoid screaming so hard her voice went out. She longed to fuck and be fucked again, to taste a cock and have a man shrivel under her as she pleased him in ways he didn't know were possible.