A Femdom Story written and narrated by Susan.

Susan took a sip of her whiskey. The bar was dimly lit, with a faint smell of stale smoke and spilled beer. The murmur of conversations buzzed around her like a lazy summer fly. She glanced around, her eyes scanning the faces, looking for something, someone different. Then she saw him. He was a few seats down, hunched over his drink, with a look that said he’d seen more than he’d like to remember.

The man was handsome in a rugged way, with a five o’clock shadow that had long since turned into an eight o’clock beard. His eyes, a piercing blue, flickered up to meet hers briefly before dropping back to his whiskey glass. Susan felt a thrill of excitement. She knew the type; he was the kind of man who craved the thrill of the chase, but what he didn’t know was that she was the hunter tonight.

With a knowing smile, she sauntered over to the empty seat beside him, her hips swaying to the rhythm of the bluesy music playing in the background. She didn’t need to look at him to feel his gaze following her. As she sat, she took another sip of her drink, keeping her eyes on the amber liquid. She knew the power of anticipation.

Finally, she turned to him, her eyes locking onto his. “You look like you could use some company,” she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to resonate in the quiet space between them. He took a deep breath, his chest visibly rising, and she could almost see the gears turning in his head as he took in her beauty.

“I’m Susan,” she offered, extending a hand that was soft yet firm, a contradiction that mirrored the rest of her. He took it, his own hand calloused from a life of hard work. “Name’s Mark,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. She liked that he didn’t try to hide his attraction. It made the game more exciting.

Susan leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume, a blend of jasmine and sandalwood, enveloping him. “What brings a man like you to a place like this?” she asked, her voice a whisper that seemed to dance around his ears. Mark took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Just passing through, looking for a good time,” he finally said, a hint of challenge in his tone.

Susan’s smile grew, her teeth a perfect set of pearls in the dim light. “Well, Mark,” she said, “you’ve found it.” She took his hand, her grip firm yet gentle, and led him out of the bar. The cool night air hit them like a slap in the face after the stifling warmth inside. The neon lights of the bar sign reflected off the wet pavement, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on their faces.

Once they arrived at her house, a sleek, modern abode on the outskirts of town, Susan guided Mark through the doorway, her hand on the small of his back. The living room was sparsely furnished, but what it lacked in decor, it made up for in ambiance. The soft glow of candles scattered around the room cast dancing shadows on the walls, and the faint sound of jazz played from a vintage record player in the corner.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said, her voice still a whisper, as she disappeared into the kitchen to grab another bottle of whiskey. Mark sank into the plush leather couch, his heart racing. He had never met a woman quite like Susan; she was a force of nature, and he found himself utterly captivated.

When she returned, she placed the bottle on the coffee table and took a seat next to him, her leg brushing against his. “So, Mark,” she began, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark, “have you ever been with a woman who truly takes charge in the bedroom?”

Mark’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt his cheeks flush. He’d been with his fair share of women, but none had ever talked to him like this. “Can’t say that I have,” he admitted, his voice a little hoarse.

Susan’s smile grew wider, a cat that had just caught a mouse. “Well,” she said, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, “you’re in for a real treat tonight.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. “I like to be in control, Mark. I like to make a man feel things he’s never felt before.”

Her hand slid over his thigh, and he could feel the heat radiating from her palm. Mark’s body responded, his pulse quickening as he swallowed hard. “Is that something you think you can handle?” she asked, her eyes searching his, looking for any sign of doubt or fear.

He nodded, his voice a gruff affirmation. “Yes,” he managed to say, “I want that.” Susan’s smile grew, and she leaned back, her hand lingering on his leg. “Good,” she said, “because I don’t take no for an answer.”

With that, she stood up and disappeared into the hallway, leaving Mark to wonder what he’d just signed up for. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. The anticipation was intoxicating, a heady mix of excitement and nerves.

When Susan returned, Mark’s eyes widened. She had changed into a full dominatrix outfit, complete with a strapon dildo that was both intimidating and arousing. The sight of her in the tight leather and shiny metal accessories was like nothing he had ever seen before, and he felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through him.

“Ready to submit?” Susan asked, her voice now commanding and firm. Mark’s throat went dry, but he nodded, unable to find the words to express the mix of emotions he was feeling. She strutted over to him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and stood before him with her hands on her hips.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say, understand?” she continued, her eyes never leaving his. Mark nodded again, his voice a low murmur of agreement. “Good boy,” she said, a hint of approval in her tone. “Now, strip.”

He complied, his hands trembling slightly as he removed his clothes, revealing a body that was toned from manual labor and not the gym.

Susan took a seat in a chair that was positioned in the center of the room, watching him with a critical eye. “On your knees,” she instructed, her voice still a firm purr. Mark lowered himself to the floor, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Now,” she said, her voice softer but no less commanding, “you’re going to make love to this cock like it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.” She stepped closer, her leather-covered thighs brushing against his bare skin. He could feel the warmth of her body, and the anticipation grew stronger.

Mark took a deep breath, his eyes locked on the shiny object jutting from her hips. He leaned in, his lips parting, and took the tip into his mouth. It was strange, yet surprisingly erotic, and he felt himself grow harder with each stroke of his tongue. Susan’s hand rested on the back of his head, guiding him, showing him just how she liked it.

“That’s it,” she cooed, “just like that.” Her voice was a symphony of desire, and Mark found himself eager to please her, to give her the satisfaction she craved. He began to move faster, taking more of her into his mouth, feeling the soft leather of her strap-on against his cheeks.

“Oh, you’re such a greedy little cocksucker,” Susan taunted, her voice dripping with lust. Her hand tightened on his hair, gently pushing his head down further. Mark felt a strange thrill at her words, a mix of arousal and submission that he had never experienced before.

“Take it deeper,” she ordered, her voice a seductive whisper. He obeyed, her strap-on sliding deeper into his mouth, filling him completely. The taste was foreign but oddly appealing, and he found himself eager to take more. Susan’s hips began to rock, her movements matching the rhythm of his sucks and bobs.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her eyes shining with a dark excitement. “So eager to please. You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Mark could only nod, his mouth too full to speak. The degradation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, yet it was a strange kind of thrill that only made his arousal grow.

Susan leaned back in the chair, watching him with a smug satisfaction. “Keep going,” she purred, her free hand tracing lazy circles on her own thigh. “Show me just how much of a good little slut you can be.” Mark felt a surge of something primal, a need to prove himself to this woman who had so effortlessly taken control. He sucked harder, his cheeks hollowing as he took more of her strap-on into his mouth.

“Look at how hard it’s making you,” Susan said, her voice a low, smoky drawl that sent shivers down his spine. She reached down to grip his erection, stroking it firmly. “You love sucking cock, don’t you?” Mark moaned around the rubber, unable to deny the truth of her words. It was humiliating, and yet, it was the most erotic thing he had ever felt.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, her hand moving faster. “You’re such a good little slut for me.” His eyes rolled back in his head as she continued to talk dirty to him, her words like a sweet symphony of degradation that only heightened his arousal. The leather of her glove was cool against his hot skin, a stark contrast that made him ache even more.

“Look at yourself,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper. “On your knees, begging for it. You must really love the taste of cock.” Mark felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but it only made him want more. He had never felt so alive, so alive and so…used. It was exhilarating.

“Now, make it nice and wet,” Susan instructed, her eyes glinting with excitement. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and I want that cock to slide in easy.” Mark obeyed, his tongue moving faster, his saliva coating the strap-on. He felt like he was worshiping her, and in a way, he was.

Her grip on his hair tightened, her movements more urgent. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. “Get it nice and wet for me.” Mark’s eyes watered, but he didn’t stop. He was lost in the moment, his mind a whirlwind of sensations and commands.

With a final, triumphant lick, Susan pulled him away from her, her strap-on glistening with his saliva. “Stand up,” she ordered, her voice still a whisper that sent shivers down his spine. He did as he was told, his legs wobbly from the sudden change in position.

Susan walked over to a chest in the corner of the room, her hips swaying in a way that made his mouth water. She opened it to reveal an array of sex toys and BDSM gear. “I’m going to need you to pick out something for me to use on you,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “But choose wisely.”

Mark’s eyes scanned the selection, his heart racing. He’d never been one for this sort of thing, but something about Susan made him want to try it all. He reached for a bottle of lubricant, his hand shaking slightly. “This,” he murmured, holding it up for her to see.

Susan’s smile grew even wider. “Excellent choice,” she said, taking the bottle from him. She straddled his hips, the leather of her strap-on pressing against his bare skin. “Now, let’s get you nice and ready.”

Mark felt a mix of fear and excitement as Susan positioned him on his hands and knees. He bent over, face to the floor, his tongue out, feeling the coolness of the hardwood against it. He heard the sound of the bottle being uncapped, and then the warm, slippery liquid began to trickle down his spine, tracing a path to his asshole. He tensed up instinctively, but Susan’s firm hand on the back of his neck kept him in place.

“Now, remember,” she said, her voice still a low, seductive purr, “you’re my bitch tonight. And you’re going to take it as long and as hard as I feel like giving it to you. If that’s not something you can handle, now’s the time to say so.” She paused, her hand squeezing his neck gently. “But if you stay, you’re mine to do with as I please.”

Mark felt his pulse race even faster, the word ‘bitch’ sending a shockwave of arousal through him. He had never been talked to like this before, but with Susan, it felt…right. He nodded his consent, his voice a barely audible murmur. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

Susan chuckled, the sound a mix of amusement and satisfaction. She leaned over him, her breath hot on his neck. “Good boy,” she said, her hand sliding down to grip his erection firmly. “You’re going to be so much fun.”

With a swift movement, she slicked the lubricant over the tip of her strap-on and positioned herself behind him. Mark felt the head of the dildo press against his tight entrance, and he tensed, bracing himself for the intrusion. But Susan was in no rush. She began to enter him slowly, inch by inch, her voice a constant stream of filthy whispers that sent shivers down his spine.

“Relax,” she murmured, her hand stroking his back gently. “Let me in.” Mark took a deep breath and did as she said, feeling the pressure build as she pushed deeper. It was a strange sensation, one that was both painful and pleasurable, but Susan’s soothing voice and the promise of what was to come kept him going.

Once she was fully seated, Susan leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear. “You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her voice a mix of praise and hunger. “Now, I’m going to show you what a real woman can do.”

Her hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the leather of her strap-on moving in and out of him with a wet, squelching sound that seemed to fill the room. Mark felt his body begin to relax, his muscles loosening to accommodate the unfamiliar intrusion. With each stroke, Susan’s grip on his cock grew firmer, her hand moving in time with her hips.

“You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice like a warm caress against his ear. “You’re going to be my good little slut and let me fuck you just how I want.” Mark moaned in response, his body moving with hers, his hips rising to meet her thrusts.

Take it Mark!

Susan could feel his resistance fading, his body yielding to her dominance. With a wicked smile, she began to pick up the pace, her strap-on sliding in and out of him with increasing speed. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” she taunted, her voice a seductive purr. “You wanted a real woman to fuck you, to show you what it’s like to be used and dominated.”

Her thrusts grew more powerful, her thighs slapping against his ass with each movement. “You’re going to take it all,” she promised, her voice dropping to a low growl. “Every inch of me.” Mark could feel the full length of her strap-on filling him, the sensation both overwhelming and incredibly arousing. He was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his mind a blur of her commands and the feel of her inside him.

“You’re going to cum for me,” Susan whispered, her hand tightening around his cock. “You’re going to cum and scream my name.” Her words were like a spell, winding through his mind and tightening around his orgasm, drawing it closer with every syllable. Mark’s hips began to rock back to meet her, his body desperate for release.

The rhythm grew faster, the slap of leather against skin a staccato beat that matched the racing of his heart. Susan’s breath was hot and ragged in his ear, her voice a siren’s call urging him closer to the edge. “You’re going to take it,” she murmured, her hips slamming into him now, the strap-on hitting his prostate with each powerful thrust. “You’re going to take it all.”

Mark’s moans grew louder, his body shaking with the effort of holding on. Susan’s hand moved faster on his cock, her grip tightening as she whispered dirty promises of what she would do to him. He could feel the pressure building, a storm gathering within him, threatening to break. “Cum for me,” she demanded, her voice a snarl of lust. “Cum now.”

Her thrusts were relentless, pushing him closer and closer to the precipice. The leather strap-on filled him completely, the sensation of being claimed so utterly by her driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm approaching, a white-hot ball of pleasure that seemed to consume him from the inside out.

“Yes, like that,” she encouraged, her voice a symphony of dominance. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” Mark’s moans grew more desperate, his body trembling as Susan’s hand worked him in time with her hips. The pressure was unbearable, his every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

Her strokes grew faster, her strap-on pistoning in and out of him without mercy. “Give it to me,” she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. “I want to feel you come around my cock.” Mark’s eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted as he tried to hold on. But Susan had other plans.

With one final, powerful thrust, she hit his prostate just right, and Mark’s body convulsed. He felt his orgasm tear through him like a wildfire, his entire being focused on the explosion of pleasure that ripped from his balls and shot through his cock. He bucked and writhed under her, his body releasing a torrent of cum that arced through the air and splattered onto the hardwood floor.

As his climax subsided, Susan pulled out of him slowly, watching with a satisfied smirk as his body continued to spasm with aftershocks. She stepped back, letting him collapse to the floor, his limbs quivering as he struggled to catch his breath. “Good boy,” she praised, her voice a soft purr that seemed to echo in the quiet room.

Mark looked up at her, his eyes glazed with lust and disbelief. She offered him her hand, and he took it gratefully, allowing her to pull him to his feet. “What…what did you do to me?” he managed to stammer out, his voice hoarse from the moaning and whimpers that had filled the air moments before.

Susan just smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “I showed you what it’s like to truly submit,” she said, her voice still that smooth, seductive purr. “What did it feel like?”

Mark took a moment to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “It was…it was totally amazing,” he finally managed to say, his voice still shaky from the intensity of his climax. “I’ve never felt so…used.” He couldn’t find the right words to describe the mix of pleasure and degradation that had just washed over him.

Susan leaned down, her leather-covered crotch mere inches from his face. “But we’re not done yet,” she said, her voice still a low, seductive whisper. “You’ve got one more thing to do for me.” She pointed to the puddle of cum on the floor, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Get down on all fours and lick it up. Show me how much you enjoyed it.”

Mark stared at the mess he had made, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He had never done anything like this before, but with Susan, it somehow felt right. He took a deep breath and dropped to his hands and knees, his face level with the sticky pool of his own release. He hesitated for just a moment before extending his tongue and tentatively tasting himself.

“Good boy,” Susan cooed, watching him with a mix of amusement and desire. “Now, don’t be shy. Get it all up.” Her voice was like a whip crack in the air, spurring him into action. He began to lick the floor, the taste of himself mingling with the faint scent of the candles and the leather of her strap-on. It was a strange, intense sensation that only added to the humiliation and excitement that he felt.

As he cleaned the floor, Susan began to pack away the toys, her movements efficient and practiced. She glanced at the clock on the wall, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve got five minutes,” she said, her voice a cold snap. “There’s a real man coming over, and I need to be ready for him.”

Mark’s heart sank, but he knew better than to argue. He had served his purpose for the night, and now it was time for him to leave. He quickly washed his face and cleaned himself up before dressing, his movements clumsy with a mix of arousal and rejection. He had never felt so used, and yet, so alive.

As he pulled his pants back on, Susan leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a cold, appraising eye. “You did well,” she said, her voice devoid of the warmth it had held earlier. “But now, it’s time for you to go. I have a real man coming over to give me what I need.”