by Audra Black
Female Domination
10 Book Bundle:
Femdom, Findom, BDSM, Chastity Cage, Human Furniture, Bondage, Corporal Punishment, & More!
Audra Black
Table of Contents
Title Page
Female Domination 10 Book Bundle: Femdom, Findom, BDSM, Chastity Cage, Human Furniture, Bondage, Corporal Punishment, & More!
A Femdom, Findom, BDSM Short
Human Toy: | A Femdom Spanking BDSM, Chastity Cage, Cuckold, Voyeuristic Short
to Her | Command
Serving Dawn Delilah
Mistress Gina’s Sissy
Femdom Pain Club: Book 1 | Dominated by Mistress Lita
Femdom Pain Club: Book 2 | Dominated and Trained by Two
Training the Sub and Transforming the Sissy
Submitting to His New Dominatrix Wife
Human Furniture: | A Femdom BDSM Christmas Quickie
What Comes Next?
Copyright © 2017 Audra Black
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This book is a brand new bundle of ten of Audra Black’s previously published books. Each story was previously published on its own, but they have now been bundled together for the first time in history.
The books included herein are:
Human Pet
Human Toy
Submitting to Her Command
Serving Dawn Delilah
Mistress Gina’s Sissy
Dominated by Mistress Lita
Dominated and Trained by Two
Training the Sub and Transforming the Sissy
Submitting to His New Dominatrix Wife
Human Furniture – A Christmas Story
These stories include:
Femdom, Findom, BDSM, Chastity Cages, Cuckold, Human Furniture,
Predicament Bondage, Captivity, CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male)
Facesitting, Wax Play, Whipping, Spanking, Caning, Flogging
CBT (Cock and Ball Torture), Edging (Orgasm Control), Trampling
Humiliation, Foot Worship, Tongue Worship, Pegging, Pony Play Human Pet:
A Femdom, Findom, BDSM Short
Audra Black
Justin Graves walked into Dewey’s Bar, alone. He glanced sadly over at their old booth, the one almost hidden, between the bathroom and the jukebox. Claire had lost her virginity in that bathroom (or so she’d said at the time – it had all gone by so fast) and afterwards they had slow danced to the crooning of Bing Crosby’s “Ain't got a dime to my name.” Surprisingly ironic since six months later that was exactly the way she’d left him.
Justin was a smart guy, however, and he promised himself he’d never be taken in like that again. Not without his consent, at least. For as long as he could remember, he’d had this dream of a hot dominatrix taking control of him and stealing all his money. Claire had tried fulfilling that last part, but it had been nothing at all like his fantasy.
Now that he was free of her, Justin had been able to dedicate himself to his work as an IT Professional, quickly earning back all that he’d lost and more. Making money was easy when you had no sex life to speak of, and could take every early morning and late night call that came in.
Most of his time, in-between the calls, was spent in wanking off to Dominatrix Beatrix videos, and wishing with every fiber of his throbbing, pulsing cock that he could spend just one night alone with her, for real.
And then he’d had an idea: what if he put out an invitation for a like-minded woman to act the part of his dominatrix? He wouldn’t pay her, but any money she was able to wrest from him during the session would be hers to keep. Enter Mistress Sadie, who had answered his ad and entered into a signed contract with him through email. The contract stated for him to be at Dewey’s Tavern by 7:00 PM, Tuesday night, he was to sit at the bar and wait for her to find him.
He’d been avoiding this place for the last nine months, not wanting to be reminded of the biggest mistake he’d made in his life. So what was he doing back here now? Was he about to make an even bigger mistake, or was he about to discover his true purpose for existing?
Justin allowed himself one lingering glance at their old empty booth before settling down at the end of the bar. Hands shaking slightly as he filled himself up with liquid courage. He hadn't realized just how sad and pathetic his life had become until he downed that first shot of whiskey.
He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was reasonably tall and broad shouldered, with dark brown hair and brown eyes that had in the past been known to melt women into puddles. Plus he had a fine dick and was quite well hung. Claire certainly had never complained about his prowess in bed. He was a good catch, he told himself as the third shot burned comfortingly down his throat.
So why was it he’d never been able to find a woman who would stick with him and respect him? Was it because he wasn’t worthy of either? Was that what his fantasies had been trying to tell him for all these years? Well, tonight he was going to find out, and frankly, he was terrified of the answer.
A silky smooth female voice interrupted his thought, “Are you celebrating or is this a pity party?”
He turned his head to the right and squinted through the bright glare of the neon lights that illuminated the “Finest Tap in the City” sign overhead. He saw a woman sitting three stools down. She had long blond hair, and a slim, pretty figure. Her lips were pursed alluringly into a compassionate smile.
It was Mistress Sadie, and she looked exactly like her picture. Fuck! Was he ready for this? He knew in their agreement, they’d said that if he wanted to back out at the last minute, he could simply ignore her and walk out. No harm done. But harm done was what he wanted wasn’t it? Fuck it, he was going in!
Justin flashed Mistress Sadie a charming, flirty smile back and replied, “Come join me and see.”
“How about you join me, instead?” Her tone was light, yet her emerald eyes flashed authority. She patted the bar stool beside her and gave a cheeky grin. “Come on sweetie. I won’t bite... Well, not yet at least.”
Justin quickly complied, sliding his just-filled glass down the bar as he went. Mistress Sadie took hold of his glass and swallowed it whole.
“You will not be drinking, tonight,” she said, “Alcohol is not good for you.”
“You’re right. It is bad for me,” he agreed, tiny beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. She was so intense!
“From this moment on, you will refer to me as Mistress,” she ordered. “And I will refer to you however I choose to.”
Justin glanced at the barkeep who was giving him a disgusted look at letting a woman speak to him like that. He felt shame warm his face and tie his gut in a knot. Then he looked at her breasts, which hung unabashedly out of her tight black mini-top. Her nipples and areolas were so fine, and he hungrily wondered how they would taste in his mouth. Would she even allow him to do that?
“Yes, Mistress,” he said quickly, “Anything to please you.”
She rose up suddenly, “your reactions are far too slow. I think this place is distracting you.”
Justin clumsily slipped off his stool, ‘I’m sorry, Mistress. I think you’re righ
t.”
“I have rented us a room next-door. Follow me and we’ll see what we can do to rectify your attention problems.”
He felt the blood rushing nervously to his penis, as he followed her out of the bar, wondering what she had in store for him. Their contract listed random things she was allowed to do to him, but nothing too specific had been discussed.
It was summer and still light out. Justin had been going to Dewey’s since he was old enough to pass for twenty-one, but he had never stayed or partied at The Downy Sailors Lodge. Claire had always called it trashy, and indeed the peeling off gray painted exterior walls, weed covered walkway, and beer can littered parking area made it appear that way. This aspect only excited him more, as it reinforced the wrongness and dirtiness of what they were about to do.
The inside was a lot cleaner, with bold red carpeting, long red curtains, and blood red bed coverings that looked brand new. There was no TV, but there was a fully stocked mini bar, gleaming bathroom, and non-peeling interior walls.
“Outer appearances can be deceiving, Justin,” Sadie said, “sometimes what feels wrong from the outside can feel quite right once you are in.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Justin said, not sure what else he should say or what he was expected to do.
“Sit down on the bed,” Sadie said.
Justin sank down onto the soft, springy King-size mattress, noticing the 4-post structure of the bed frame.
“Now scoot back onto the pillows,” she instructed.
Justin relaxed a bit, as he thought he knew what was coming next; this part had always been part of his dream. His boner rose in eager anticipation as he scooted back on the bed.
“What kind of a man are you?” She asked suddenly? “Are you the kind of dirty little man who gets into bed with his dirty little shoes on?”
Justin had forgotten about his shoes, so anxious he’d been to obey her instructions. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said in confusion. “Do you want me to take them off now?”
In the contract she had expressly forbidden him to do anything without her permission, and she hadn’t said a word about his shoes. Was he doing this all wrong? Being too literal? He felt his cock go limp as he realized this fantasy was not going at all the way he’d imagined it.
“No, I will take them off for you. Do not resist me,”
“I won’t resist you, Mistress,” he said, as she seductively approached the bed and grabbed hold of his shoes, pulling them both off and flinging them carelessly off the sides.
“Now for the rest of your clothing. I am hoping you look better with them off than you do with them on.”
Ouch! Justin thought. Yet, he was strangely turned on by the insult, as was he at the thought of her undressing him, piece-by-piece.
“Now these socks are disgusting,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she rolled them off his feet and dropped them onto the floor. She was still wearing her shoes, ruby red stilettos, and she used them to stomp on his socks, pressing her tall heels down into them so hard she left an indent.
Justin’s cock swelled as he watched this show in fascination. A beautiful woman stomping and trampling all over his stuff had been part of the fantasy. When he was with Claire, he used to purposely leave his socks and underwear all over the floor, hoping she would step on them, but she always walked around them, over them, anything but on top of them. It was like she knew what he wanted and took a perverse pleasure in not giving it to him.
“Now for your trousers, and your dirty, dirty underwear. You will remove both of those yourself and toss them off your side of the bed.”
“Yes, Mistress,” and Justin hurriedly did as she asked.
“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” Sadie said, looking down at his still stiff erection. “Did I tell you to enjoy yourself?”
She was toying with him. She had put on that little show for his arousal, and now she was going to punish him for doing what she wanted him to do. His boner grew hotter and thicker. How was she going to punish him, he wondered?
“Take off your dress shirt and do with it as you did your pants. I will be right back.”
Justin tore off his shirt, glad she had asked him not to wear a tie, and threw it on the floor with the rest of his clothing. He hoped Mistress Sadie would trample on those when she returned from her errand in the closet.
As he sat there totally nude and exposed with an engorged penis and very little self-respect, he wondered what would happen next?
Sadie returned with a big black bag and out of it she pulled a set of handcuffs. Finally! The part he had been waiting for had arrived.
“Give me your right wrist so that I can chain you to this bedpost,”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his penile head growing rock-solid as he felt the cold metal tighten against his wrist. He tried wiggling it, but it was so tight he couldn’t move it at all.
“Now your other wrist,” she commanded.
And happily he obliged her, this wrist also being fastened so tight he could not move it. It hurt a little more than he had expected, but it wasn’t too bad.
“Now for your ankles,” and she withdrew two ankle cuffs from her bag.
His cock pulsed and swelled even more at the touch of her hands on his feet and ankles. She spread his legs as far as they would go before chaining each ankle to the foot of the bed. When she was done, he tried kicking his legs, but he could not move either one. He tried freeing his hands once more, but no luck. He was entirely trapped on this bed, in this room, with a total stranger he had met on the internet.
Was he insane?
Sadie stood for a moment, smiling at her handy work. Then without warning, she clambered on top of him, straddling his chest with her nylon-clad legs and plonking her pert bottom on his stomach. He was utterly helpless. He stared at her ruby red lips, smiling warmly, then watched in horror as her long finger-nails drifted up to his armpits. She began tickling mercilessly, causing him to laugh and writhe, desperate to evade her probing fingers. The torture continued until he was red in the face, tears streaming down his cheeks. Then she stopped suddenly. “I could do this all night. I do like you all helpless!”
Then she was in again, tickling furiously, making him laugh so hard he couldn’t breath, then she slipped off, chuckling to herself.
“You remember the safe word, Justin?” Sadie asked as she took a wicked looking riding crop from her bag.
“Yes, Mistress,” he panted, relieved that the tickling was over and that she remembered it too. In the contract it was stated that if either party wished to stop the scene they could do so at any time by using the safe word: Pussywhip.
She smirked at him, and started stroking his face gently with the crop. “It’s a pity you’re not brave enough to lose the safe word. Wouldn’t it be so much more exciting to be completely at my mercy?”
Justin knew it would be, yet as he looked at the giant crop in Sadie’s hand, he worried he might not be man enough to take it. How far would she go if he submitted completely to her? He blurted out, “Forget the safe word – I don’t want one.”
She patted him gently on the head. “Good boy, that’s much better isn’t it? Now we can have some real fun. In your emails to me you said you were rich. I would like to know how rich are you?”
Justin shook his head, he wouldn’t give in this easy. “I don’t believe I used the word, rich. Mistress. Well-off, perhaps, but not rich.”
“That is not the answer I was looking for,” and she brought the riding crop viciously down onto his penis.
He roared and writhed as fire engulfed his cock and groin.
“Now tell me again. How much money do you have, right now, in your checking account?”
Justin wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. This had been his idea. In his fantasy he had lasted a whole lot longer than one question, but in his fantasy it felt good. Amazing, in fact. In real life it just hurt a whole fucking lot. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Eyes, up here, pussy,” Sadie whispered a
s she hit him again, this time, getting in a little ball action, as well.
Tears sprung to his eyes and he convulsed on the bed, wanting desperately to curl up into the fetal position, but the restraints prevented him. He could do nothing but endure the burning, agonizing pain.
Sadie smiled coldly at him and walked around to the side of the bed where his clothing lie. “Your pain means nothing to me, pussy. Just as these clothes mean nothing.” And she trampled on his trousers, standing on them and rocking back and forth, her heels pounding them into the carpet.
Then she stepped on his tidy-whitey’s grinding them into the blood-red carpet.
Dazed with pain, as he was, he felt a tingling, pleasant sensation in his still very hard cock. She was a goddess, standing there on his clothes. She walked right over his trousers again before returning to her spot between his legs.
“You’re enjoying being my pain bitch, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure, Mistress,” he said honestly.
“You are my pain-bitch, and I don’t care if you enjoy it or not. Although this night is just beginning, I can already tell that I shall enjoy it very much!”
Then she slapped him hard, right on the cheek.
It hurt like hell and left him feeling dazed. It also turned him on more, making him desperate to cum. Weirdly, it felt pleasurable, too.
Sadie whacked him with the crop again, this time in the abs. “How dare you forget to thank me for punishing you!”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said. Though he really wasn’t.
Another, harder whack to his abdomen.
He cried out and his body wrenched from the sting, yet part of it still felt good. This time he thanked her under his breath. He was getting aroused by her dominance of him. His arousal grew even stronger as he watched her pull his cell phone from his pants pocket, then drop it to the ground.
His breath hitched in his throat as part of him mentally shouted, “No, I need that phone for work” while another part shouted, “Yes, do it, please” as she pressed her stiletto heel onto the phone, cracking its screen. Then continued to crush the rest of the phone, stomping down on it over and over again.