SHORT STORIES - STORY 1 - F/M

[Switcher1313]

SHORT STORIES


STORY 1 - MARK OF SLAVERY


“Ok, take off your clothes…but leave your briefs on!” commanded the Amazonian dominatrix. Paula stood tall wearing a blood red bustier top that showed off her cleavage and an ample portion of her upper breasts. She also wore tight black pants and high-heeled boots. The tall woman was crowned by wavy red hair. She brandished a riding crop, slapping the leather tip into the palm of her hand. She had a gorgeous figure and her arms were well-toned. Her face was beautiful and boasted of green eyes.

The subject of her command was Steve, a bespectacled young man, four years younger than Paula’s 35 years. He was slightly built with curly brown hair. His features were boyish and handsome. While Paula owned a gym and beauty salon, Steve was an IT Specialist. The unlikely couple had started dating several months ago and had discovered their unique needs. Paula needed to dominate and Steve was a willing submissive.

Steve pulled off his t-shirt and stepped out of his jeans. His pale body was slim but his tight briefs bulged in front, betraying his excitement at what was to follow.

“I see you’re getting excited, slave!” said Paula approaching Steve and caressing the bulge with her crop. Steve gasped and his hidden manhood quivered.

“Now turn around! You need to be restrained!” commanded Paula and Steve complied, automatically putting his hands behind his back. Paula took a length of red rope and skillfully bound and cinched Steve’s wrists. More rope was wound and tied around just above his elbows forcing him to stand straighter. A much longer piece of rope was wound around his arms and torso, thoroughly restricting upper body’s movements. Paula turned her prisoner around and caressed the rope-encased torso.

“Very nice! You always look good in rope! Did you like the color I chose for you today? You may answer!” said Paula.

“Yes mistress, I like them very much!” answered Steve meekly.

“Good! Now let’s get you into position for the next step!” said Paula as she led her bound slave towards a table. Steve was backed into the table. He could feel the polished wood through on his butt.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” said Paula as she bent down and slowly pulled Steve’s briefs down his legs. His cock bobbed free and he stepped out of his underwear.

“Open!” commanded Paula and Steve opened his mouth to receive his briefs. Paula slowly stuffed the cloth into his mouth before sealing them in with three wide strips of tape. Paula then tapped Steve’s feet with her boot and he spread his legs, acutely feeling the vulnerable position he would be tied into.

Taking more rope, Paula tied Steve’s ankles to a table leg so that he stood with his torso securely bound and his legs spread wide apart. He looked down to see his erection extend from the hair in his crotch.

Paula then said, “Now slave, I need to do something about all this hair between your legs. As your mark of slavery and test your obedience I will remove all this hair. Paula left the room as Steve stood there, immobilized and somewhat dreading what was to come.

Paula returned with a tray bearing several objects. She took a washcloth from the large bowl and squeezed it to remove excess water. She applied the cloth onto Steve’s privates and he could feel the lukewarm water bathing him. She selected a small pair of scissors and went to work cutting off the hair in Steve’s crotch. The hair fell onto a newspaper spread beneath him but stray strands ended up on his legs. Steve wanted to writhe but stopped himself an opted to grunt.

Paula put down the scissors and took shaving cream and sprayed some onto her hand. She applied the cream onto the partly denuded crotch. She did this slowly reaching between Steve’s legs, around his manhood and the lower part of his cock. Steve moaned as his private parts were caressed.

Paula then wiped off the excess cream on her hands with a towel before taking the safety razor. She reached between Steve’s legs and applied the razor, shaving the area of his perineum. Steve groaned as the razor did its work. With every stroke of the razor, Steve could feel his captivity more acutely.

Paula then worked the area around Steve’s sensitive parts until it was smooth. She worked far more carefully denuding the base of Steve’s cock. Her experience as a hairdresser came into play as she applied the razor skillfully. The strokes were careful but sensual and Steve’s erection was maintained and helped Paula’s work tremendously.

Paula made short work of some stray hairs and wiped off Steve’s genitals with the washcloth. Looking down, Steve could tell that he had been shaved thoroughly. A current of air in the room tickled his bald privates and his role as slave and captive was reinforced.

Paula finished toweling off Steve and ran her fingers around the newly-shorn body part making Steve’s erection quiver even more.

“There! Smooth as a baby! But let’s test it shall we?” said Paula as she started stroking the erect member. Her strong fingers gripped the rigid shaft and started pumping. Steve’s head was thrown back and he made moaning noises behind the gag.

“I think you’re ready!” said Paula as she removed the newspaper from beneath Steve and set aside the tray. Steve’s ankles were released from the table and a slap on his bare bottom told him to move forward. He was brought to the guest bedroom where he was untied only to be retied on the bed.

He lay there with his wrists and ankles tightly bound to the corners of the bed. His crotch was completely on display. Paula took off her clothes slowly and teasingly helping Steve maintain his erection. She crawled like a stalking panther between his legs and stroked Steve’s exposed cock before taking it into her mouth.

Paula used her tongue skillfully and sucked on the turgid member. Steve writhed, forcing himself not to cum unless commanded by his mistress. He breathed a sigh of relief when she relented, but she straddled him and engulfed his waiting cock with her moist and velvety slit.

“Now I am going to ride you slave and you will cum only when I command it, or you will be punished!” threatened Paula. Steve could only nod as he felt his cock gripped by Paula’s inner muscles. She slowly pumped him, fully intending to draw out the sensual torture. Steve started to moan.

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[humbled32]

Excellent story! Well written. A story always flows better when one has endured the procedure in real life or is an avid reader...lol
Seriously though, very entertaining. Will you continue with more stories of Paula's dominance and Steve's submission? Perhaps Steve is brought to the salon at night while blindfolded, bound and has a makeover. Now he has to work from Paula's home while restrained on a chair as he would be humiliated to go to the office.