The Amazon's Revenge F/m

[ZTVFemdomtales]

I squeezed the boy’s head between my legs.
“Enjoy the show you little deviant?”
KB gasped for air, smacking my leg to signal surrender. I refused to give it to him. Don’t judge me, you’d be mad too if you found him filming your ass on his phone. I was trying to teach my aerobics class. I was the victim here, not him. I was just doing what needed to be done.
“Ashley, he’s turning blue,” one of my students told me.
“Fine.”
I opened my legs and he scurried to his feet.
“Give me back my phone,” he demanded.
When I caught the gym regular in the act I had snatched his phone from his hand and put it in my purse.
“Nope. Be a perv lose the phone. Them’s the breaks.”
“Give it back,” he puffed his chest out, trying to intimidate me.
You saw how well it worked earlier. Instead I stood up giving him a reminder of my own 6 ½ foot tall muscular body and the power it held. I flicked my long blond hair back and laughed.
“Get lost.”
Grumbling to himself, KB stormed off.

As I went to clock out for the night the manager called me into his office.
“Yes?”
“Have a seat, Ashley.”
Oh, this wasn’t good.
“A customer has filed a formal complaint against you.”
“It was that little shit from earlier wasn’t it? The little pervert was filming our asses.”
“Yes, that’s what your student told me when she saw him leave my office. That’s why KB is banned from this gym. That’s what you should have done. You had no right to physically accost him.”
“That? You call that accosting him? That’s nothing compared to what I wanted to do to him.”
“Ashley, this is the third complaint this month alone. You’re too rough with our customers, too abrasive. We’re losing business.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ashley, you’re fired.”

Yeah, that sucked. Then came date night. I met my boyfriend Dale at our favorite sushi place. I knew something was wrong the moment he cam in. He was sweaty, nervous, ready to run.
“Dale, what’s wrong? Sit down.”
“No, Ashley, I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not staying.”
“Dale …”
“Ashley, it’s over. I can’t see you anymore.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“You’re too rough. I’m in pain after every night we spend together. You’re too much. I can’t do this. Goodbye.”
He turned and ran from the restaurant.

I returned home in the worst mood of my life. I slammed the door shut and stormed into the den. That’s when I saw him. A skinny man in his late twenties with a white bandanna on his head under a stupid fedora and his lower face covered by a black bandanna was rummaging through my drawer. Screaming I tackled him to the ground.
"Fucking little bastard.”
Almost foaming at the mouth from my ever-mounting anger I drug the boy after me into the living room.
“I can’t believe I come home from work to find you robbing my fucking house.”
“Please, just let me go,” he begged.
He looked ready to cry at any moment. Good.
“Listen, I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again. Nothing’s missing and nothing’s been broken. We can end this right here.”
“Oh hell no,” I told him, “I’m going to make you pay.”
I took some white cotton rope and began to tie. I wrapped it around his chest several times, pinning his arms to his sides in the process. I then looped more over his shoulder and under the rope binding each arm. The next loop connected front to back encircling his head to form a perfect little harness. I forced his wrists behind his back and bound them together too. I also bound his ankles together, stripping him of any hope of escape.
“Too tight?” I teased.
“Yes, please, just let me go.”
“Nope.”
I pulled off his bandanna to get a better look at him. I laughed.
“You? Oh god, this is too perfect.”
“Give me back my phone,” KB demanded.
“You cost me my job. Let’s make us a little more even.”
I tossed his stupid little hat aside as I took in his pathetic plight.
“I’m going to make you pay,” I told him.
“Please, don’t, I’ll leave, I’ll hop away if I have to. Just please, let me go.”
I smiled a wicked smile at the boy.
“There is no way out of this. I’m going to punish you. Nothing you say can stop it. I’m going to make you pay.”
“Jesus, what kind of hell have I gotten myself into?” his asked.
“The best kind,” I told him.
I grabbed the rope around his neck and began pulling them both back and forward. I smiled as he squirmed from the rope burn it caused. The sight of his cute little face flinching sent a shutter through my heart. My breathing quickened. I couldn’t understand it, but I needed more. My hands slid down his chest. I felt a nipple graze my finger.
I slowly ran my finger over it. I could feel myself become wet at the thought of what I wanted to do with it. I pinched it. He groaned in pain. God, that was amazing. I grabbed the other with my other hand. He could see the wheels turning.
“Please, don’t …”
“Silence.”
I gave them a painful little twist. He shouted from the pain.
“No, no, I can’t have the neighbors hearing you. I don’t want the police taking away my new toy.”
I looked down at the bandanna in my hand. That would do rather nicely. I rolled it into a nice little gag.
“Oh come on …”
Before he could finish his complaint I forced it into his open mouth, pushing it back as far as it would go. I tied a nice little knot behind his head silencing him once and for all.
“Sit,” I said.
He made for the couch.
“No.”
I indicated the floor. He sighed but gingerly sat down on the floor, legs bunched up in front of him. I slowly took a seat on the couch.
“Now your punishment can begin.”
The look he gave me let me know he had thought it already had. Poor boy. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it open to give me access to the tender flesh of his chest. She squirmed and tried to pull away, but I was having none of it. I pulled him back against the couch, right between my splayed legs.
“There’s no escape. I’m going to be doing this for a very long time to come.”
To prove my point I gave his nipples several more savage little twists. God, I loved this!
“I don’t think this is enough,” I told him, “maybe I need to do more.”
He shook his head vigorously.
“Yeah, I really just need to sink my teeth into this.”
Using my hand as a claw I dug into the flesh of his pecs. He moaned and squirmed.
“It won’t help. You’re stuck with me forever.”

Exhaustion beats everything, even blinding rage. It was late into the night and I could barely keep my eyes open, so I decided to hit the hey. Grabbing KB I dragged him along. No way I was letting him try and escape in the night. I was far from finished with him. Reaching my room, I looked around for a place to keep him. Ah, yes, the walk-in closet. I pulled the door open and tossed him in.
“Get some sleep, KB, you’ll need the rest.”
God, the terrified look on his face turned me on so bad. I grabbed my vibrator and got to work. I needed sleep too. I had big plans for him come sunrise.

[Roboticrobin20]

This was really good, is there a part 2?

[ZTVFemdomtales]

There will be one at some point soon. The ending here is actually a new one. It had a more conclusive ending but it felt rushed so I cut it out and am expanding it into it's own full part 2.