Female Domination 10 Book Bundle: Femdom, Findom, BDSM, Chastity Cage, Human Furniture, Bondage, Corporal Punishment, & More!

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by Audra Black


  “I am in the tub, but where is my wine?” She asked.

  Jared quickly got up and poured her glass, as full as he could without spilling it, then he handed it to her ever so carefully and knelt back down to enjoy her enjoying herself.

  Eva loved baths. She loved luxuriating in extra hot water that turned her skin as red as her lips. She loved the feeling of the cool bubbles surrounding her, and she loved sipping her wine, in the nude, in a hot tub full of bubbles. This was the only time she drank wine, preferring a nice cup of tea when clothed and dry. She took her time with her wine, savoring all of her favorite sensations until her cup was dry and the water tapered off to very warm.

  “Wash my hair, toy,” Eva ordered,”before I grow cold and pruny.” Eva never allowed herself to stay in the tub long enough for that to happen!

  “Right away, Mistress,” Jared said, quickly jumping into action. He grabbed her pink, flower pitcher and started pouring water over the top of her head, since she hadn’t gone underwater and that part of her hair was still dry. He was careful to avoid her eyes and only wet her hair.

  After that he poured the strawberry shampoo onto his hand, before gently rubbing it into Eva’s scalp. She sighed and moaned while he did so, reminding Jared that his cock was not the only way to please a woman. He was grateful to have the task of washing his Mistress’ hair because the act of rubbing her head and massaging her scalp gave him something to make him erect as all get-out, causing him such exquisite torturous pain.

  Once her head was as soapy as fuck, he asked her to please close her eyes so that he could rinse it off. “You get any shampoo in my eyes and I’m sticking that loofah up your asshole,” Eva threatened.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said, his hands starting to shake as he began pouring the water over her head. He wasn’t afraid of the loofah, in fact, he rather hoped she would use it on him, anyway. What he didn’t want was to cause her any pain or hurt her in any way. So he was careful, going so far as to shield her eyes with his right hand.

  “You enjoyed yourself too much, today,” Eva frowned at him. “Even with that cage, I can see your cock is as aroused as hell by this. Leave me alone for the rest of my bath. Go stand in the corner until I am through. And take off the rest of your clothes. You look stupid with a shirt and shoes, but no pants.”

  He looked down at himself and realized that, yes, he was wearing a collared dress shirt, black socks and grass-stained tennis shoes. So fully engrossing did he find his Mistress, that simple things like what he was wearing tended to not even cross his mind. Not unless Eva mentioned it. He waited until he was back in Eva’s room before yanking off his shirt, and shoes and socks. He wasn’t sure where to put them when he remembered she had thrown all his stuff out the window, earlier. Now most of it was broken or ruined and was piled in the backseat of his car.

  Jared decided to stow his stuff in Eva’s clothes hamper, since he was the one who did all the laundry, anyway, and went to stick his nose in the corner like he’d been told to. He really hated corner time. It was boring and painful with nothing to distract him from his chastity cage, plus it made him feel small and helpless, like he was a naughty child again.

  However, corner time was often followed by over the knee time, which he did enjoy. He wondered how much more it would hurt with his new cock cage, or if she would take if off him, first. He also started to wonder where he was going to sleep tonight. Clive had said he was to sleep in the doghouse. There was a small yellow doghouse in the back yard, which Eva had purchased specifically for him for when she was really angry. He hadn’t slept in it yet. Would tonight be the first time? Would it become his new bedroom? She did seem to have kicked him out, but he wasn’t sure.

  Eva didn’t like to be questioned. She always said she required his complete trust and total obedience. Asking questions and showing uncertainty about his future would not please her, so he vowed to keep his mouth shut, and to wait like a good toy, for his Mistress to tell him what he needed to know when he needed to know it.

  It was winter, the doghouse would be really cold. And it wasn’t large enough to even hold all of him. Either his feet or his head would have to stick out. He would probably freeze. The doghouse had a wooden plank floor, he wasn’t sure it even had a mat. Lying on that hard wooden board would kill his back. And if she left the cage on, it would just add to the amount of horrible pain and misery he would feel, all night long.

  Not to mention how lonely he’d feel, being cast off out there in the cold while she remained toasty and warm inside the house. What exactly had he done to set her off like this? He tried to remember committing a transgression so egregious that would make her want to kick him out of the house, and he couldn’t think of anything.

  Was she toying with him, simply because she could? Jared’s mind continued torturing him with what ifs and doom and gloom scenarios until Eva finally emerged from the bath, dressed in a sexy, sheer black robe and nothing else. The perfect perky breasts he hadn’t been allowed to wash, greeting him with good cheer.

  Eva sank down onto the long end of her chaise lounge. It was basically an armless sofa with a connected footstool. “Come here, toy, and lay in my lap.”

  She ordered him.

  Thankful to be allowed out of the corner, Jared excitedly approached his Mistress, then stopped, uncertainly, looking down at his cage.

  “You want release from that, do you?” She asked disapprovingly.

  “I don’t want the cage to hurt you while I’m laying over your knee, Mistress.” Jared said.

  “Such a thoughtful toy,” Eva reached up and softly stroked the side of his face. Her touch caused a shudder to race down his spine and a shriek to leave his lips from the sudden extra pain from his groin.

  Eva smirked evilly at his exclamation and said, “no need to worry about me. I will use this pillow as a barrier between your cage and me.” She reached for a plump, cushy pillow which had suspiciously been set on the floor beside her. How long had she planned for this evening?

  “If it pleases you, Mistress,” Jared said agreeably before doing his best to lay face down over her lap, being careful to press the cage into the pillow. Gawd, it hurt so damn much, he thought as tears sprung to his eyes, and she hadn’t even started the spanking yet.

  “Do you know why you are being spanked, today, Jared?” Eva asked him

  “No, Mistress.” He answered truthfully.

  “I am doing this because things are going to change around here. You noticed I threw all your stuff out the window, this afternoon?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said.

  “And of course you noticed Clive. Did he say that I wish you to sleep outside in the doghouse from now on? Your bedroom across the hall is off limits to you during the night.”

  “Why Mistress?” He couldn’t help himself from asking.

  That rewarded him with a sharp smack with a wooden paddle she had been hiding in between the cushions. “Don’t,” smack, “You,” smack, “Ever,” smack, “Question,” smack, “Me, “smack, “’Again,” smack, smack, smack!!!

  Jared’s ass was on fire now, as were his cock and balls. It was a raging wall of fiery pain all the way from his ass to his cage. His entire groin and anal area all twanged like the dickens.

  It was what he deserved though for questioning her.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he choked out. “I won’t question you again.”

  “Thank you,” she said. Smack, smack, smack!

  Jared couldn’t help wriggling on the pillow, trying to escape the stinging smacks, even though, any movement just caused more pain in his cock. Eva had strong arms, one she used to press down onto his backside to keep him in place and the other she used to swing that wooden paddle which had holes in it to make it sting even more.

  “The reason I am doing all of this, making all these changes is because I wanted to.” Smaaack, smaaaack, craaaaack!

  Jared cried out that time, he had no choice. It hurt too much not to.

  �
��I wanted a new lover. From now on I will take on as many lovers as I want, and you will watch them fuck me, every single one of them. Sometimes, I may choose more than one at a time.”

  She didn’t need to spank him that time as just the visual of her being fucked by two or three men caused his cock and balls to strain and hurt themselves much more effectively than her paddle ever could.

  He found himself weeping softly into the pillow because if he wasn’t allowed to relive himself through his manhood, the only choice he had left was the womanly art of crying. This act made him feel so weak and pathetic, yet it also helped relieve tension in an odd way.

  Mercifully, Eva ignored his tears, though she did set the paddle down and gently stroke his hair, which only made him weep harder.

  “And I kicked you out of the house to signal this new change in our relationship. Your pretty new cock bracelet is the signet of our new arrangement, and your sleeping in the doghouse is your way of honoring our agreement through your actions.”

  Jared felt he understood now. Eva had grown bored out of just ordering him around and having him do her bidding. She needed something new, something exciting. And of course, she needed a good fucking. Jared knew he wasn’t capable of giving that to her, so he accepted that she needed to get it from others.

  The voyeurism was a way of upping the excitement level and allowing him to be included. He wasn’t sure if she was going to make him wear the cage for the rest of his life, but if that was what she wanted from him, he would gladly suffer it for her sake.

  “Get up now, your spanking is over,” she said.

  Jared carefully pushed himself off of her lap, his burning ass and groin screaming at him all the way.

  Eva got up too and placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, “stay right there and I’ll get the salve,” she said.

  He had no desire to move at all, so he stood there obediently until she returned and began rubbing a cool cream over his bruised buttocks. At first, her rough hands rubbing his ass exploded the pain ten times worse, but after she was finished, he noticed an almost immediate cooling sensation. It still felt raw and uncomfortable, and he’d be unable to walk properly before morning.

  But it did help slightly and he was grateful since there was zero remedy for the agony shooting from his cage.

  “I’m tired now, that fucking Clive gave me, today, wore me out.” She grinned wickedly at Jared. “In other words, toy, you are dismissed for the night. I will be locking the doors, if you need to pee, you can do so behind the maple tree.”

  Jared looked down miserably at his naked self and thought to ask for a blanket, but the challenging look on her face made him reconsider. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. “I’ll head out to the doghouse now.”

  And he did. It was just as awful as he’d feared. The sun had just gone down and he was already shivering in his birthday suit. He tried to lay down with his head in the doghouse and his feet sticking out, but there was a terrible smell emanating from it. So he switched places, with his head resting on a patch of mud where the grass didn’t grow. He started shivering and then he noticed an older female face watching him from an upstairs window, next door. Fucking hell, not only was he going to spend a miserable and humiliating night all alone in the back yard, his nosy neighbor would get to watch the whole thing. And because of the fucking cage he couldn’t even get himself off!

  Jared, ole buddy, he said to himself. Is this really the life you want? Is Eva really worth suffering all this misery and pain? Then he thought about how stunning she’d looked bouncing up and down on that bed, with Clive’s giant wiener thrusting into her. He remembered the way her breasts rose and fell in a beautiful pattern, and the enchanting expressions she had made while in the throes of her passion.

  His goddess had let him watch that, and if he was good and did as he was told, she would let him watch her again and again. But it was more than that. She wouldn’t have stuck him in this horribly painful and demeaning position if she wasn’t staking a claim on him. If she didn’t want him, didn’t desire to own him and control him she would have sent him away like she did to the bull.

  Jared was not a bull. He was Mistress Eva’s Human Toy, and he liked it like that!

  The End

  Submitting

  to Her

  Command

  Audra Black

  David Wilkinson was down on his luck. Four months ago he was fired from his job at the Happy People Paper Company. He had tried like mad to find another job since then, however, the limitations of a small town prevented him from finding one.

  As if that wasn’t bad enough, three weeks ago, when his meager savings ran out his car was repossessed, and then he’d been kicked to the curb by his cruel, unsympathetic landlord. With no other options available, David went to his friends, begging for a place to crash until he could figure out what to do to get back on his feet.

  Only one of his fair weather friends had agreed to let David come and sleep on her couch ‘for a few weeks’ she’d said. He had thanked Katherine profusely and had promised he would get his shit together as soon as possible. But after only three weeks she was getting tired of his moping around, raiding her refrigerator and monopolizing her TV, and David was worried she would soon toss him out on his ass.

  If only there was some way he could convince her to let him stay. He really didn’t have any other options. There were no open jobs that he qualified for and he couldn’t afford to travel to a larger city. Going back to school sounded nice, but he’d never qualify for student loans in his current position. In other words he was fucked. Well and truly. And if Katherine locked him out he would end up as one of those street people with the cardboard signs.

  David was not an outdoors person, he never had been, and sleeping on the ground would totally ruin his back. He needed a soft, cushiony support behind him, and sadly that sort of thing could only be found indoors. So that was settled, he decided. He had to stay. Now what could he say or do to persuade Katherine to keep him as her roommate?

  Maybe he could offer to be her willing slave? He could clean the apartment, run errands for her, pleasure her sexually, whatever she wanted. Yeah, that might work. Katherine always had been kind of bossy and he could see her enjoying ordering him around. He tried to imagine the tall, dark haired beauty dressed in a sexy red dominatrix outfit, with waist-high pantyhose and red hot stiletto heels. He got an erection just thinking about it.

  He was half-naked, his t-shirt thrown off, pants down and hard cock out which he was rubbing most intensely, completely lost in his fantasy, when he suddenly noticed Katherine standing in the doorway, watching him, outrage showing on her face. Hastily, he stood, shoved his pants back up, fought with his zipper and fumbled to get his shirt back on.

  “How dare you!” Katherine fumed once he was fully clothed again. “I go out and work hard all day while you stay in and diddle yourself on my $900 sofa? Well, no more. I have had it up to here with you and your pathetic, lazy whining wiener. I want you out, and I want you out now!”

  “Please, no,” David said, feeling ashamed, frightened, and humiliated. “I’m sorry I haven’t been much help around here, and I’m sorry for masturbating on your sofa. I won’t do it again, I swear. And if you just give me one more chance, I have a proposition that might interest you.”

  “What could you possibly say that would interest me?” Katherine asked with a sneer.

  “I’ll be your vassel,” David said. “You can order me around and I’ll do whatever you say. And I won’t question you or complain. No matter what.”

  “Be careful, Davy,” Katherine said, with a laugh. “I’ve had male slaves before. I don’t think you’d like the things I did to them.”

  This was news to David. He had known Katherine since High School, and while they’d never been that close. They would get together with their group and go out for drinks and dancing at least once a month. This had been their routine for the last five years and not once during any of those alcohol inf
used nights could he remember Katherine ever mentioning owning male chattel. That seemed like the perfect thing to brag to your friends about when you were wasted.

  While David was sorting out his confusion, Katherine had made her way to the couch and had settled herself down on it. “If you really did want to serve me, one of your duties, each day would be to worship my feet.”

  David saw that she was testing him. Eagerly, he knelt down in front of the couch. She was wearing red stilettos just like in his fantasy. Perhaps he’d noticed her feet passing by while he’d pretended to be asleep that morning.

  “Kiss them,” Katherine ordered.

  David suppressed his inner “ewe” response and bent his head down to kiss the tops of each of her shoes.

  “If you were mine, one of your jobs would be to clean my shoes each and every day with your tongue. I believe I stepped in some mud on the way to my car.” With that said, Katherine lifted her long, dangerous heels and swung them towards his mouth.

  David wanted to protest and suggest he fetch a paper towel instead, then he remembered the promise he made just moments before, and so reluctantly he opened his mouth and allowed Katherine to stick her heel inside. She inserted it so far in he almost choked, then he tasted the mud which made him gag. But Katherine didn’t move her foot.

  “So far you are doing a piss poor job of pleasing me, wannabe-slave-toy. I knew you weren’t cut out for this. If I’d thought you were, I would have suggested it myself.”

  David couldn’t respond with her shoe shoved so deep down his throat. Instead, he began licking her heel, stretching his tongue up and around until it felt smooth and clean. He gave a thumbs up signal to Katherine, who doubtfully withdrew her shoe and inspected it, while David dealt with the trauma of all that mud sliding down his throat. He hadn’t wanted to swallow, but the force of her withdrawal forced the stuff down.

 

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