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by Audra Black

  He heard the snip, snip, snip of her manicure scissors and felt her excised nails as they all fell onto his head. He didn’t mind his body being her chair or his head being her nail catch tray.

  He felt so deeply connected to her, and his penis was growing harder and harder, each time she bumped herself up, which caused her pussy to brush against his neck, or his ear, depending on which specific way she turned.

  Mistress Angelique knew what she was doing. Boy, did she ever. Paul wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. Then she got up and began using him as a foot stool so she could clip her nails.

  “You’ve been a very good sport through all this, “ Mistress Angelique said. “I know you weren’t expecting me, but I came because I knew you could take it. I knew you had a submissive inside you just begging to get out.”

  “I don’t understand, Mistress. You knew me? Have we ever met before?”

  Paul had never seen her before, he was sure of this. Mistress Angelique was not someone he would forget after meeting. She was too stunning and vivacious for that to happen.

  She laughed, as she switched feet and began clipping again. “Slut, your eyes are worse than I thought they were. Think of a tall quiet woman who sits behind a desk and answers phones for your boss.”

  “Eiseley’s secretary? No!” It was impossible. That woman, what little he’d noticed of her worn horn-rimmed glasses and grandma sweaters. She was the furthest thing from this domineering, goddess who demanded his full obedience.

  She laughed again, “Yes, that’s me when I’m not playing a scene. I enjoy dressing in a way which makes me invisible to men. It’s like my secret identity when I’m not in Dominatrix mode.”

  “But why, how?” Paul’s mind was plagued with more questions than he had words.

  “I heard some of your cubicle mates laughing about you after you had left. They thought it would be a hoot to hire you a dominatrix for Christmas, but of course none of them were serious enough to pitch in the cash.”

  That sounded like his mates, Paul thought. They always liked to tease him because he wasn’t as crude or rude as the lot of them and because he was a genuinely nice guy who liked to help people.

  “But I’ve been watching you for a while, Paul, and I liked what I saw. I’d been on the lookout for a new sub for a while, so I thought I would follow through with your mates suggestion and show up here to test you and see what you were really made of.”

  “And did you like what you saw?” He asked cautiously.

  In answer she grabbed hold of his balls and twisted.

  “Holy Hell, that hurts!” He burst out.

  “Mistress, as long as I wear this costume I am your Mistress, is that understood, slut?”

  “YES, MISTRESS. FORGIVE me, I forgot myself.” Paul said.

  “See you don’t forget it again,” she said releasing his testicles.

  Paul gritted his teeth and fought to regain his composure. “I won’t forget, Mistress.”

  “Good because I’d like to do this again on a more frequent basis, if you’re up for it,” Mistress Angelique said as she arose from his backside.

  “I would like that, Mistress,” Paul said, his erect cock proving his sincerity.

  “Excellent. It’s late now and I’m going to go sleep in your bed. I would like you to stay right where you are and think, really think about what you’re getting yourself into. There will be days when your life will be your own, and then there will be very long days and nights like this one. And I don’t want to put a ton of work into molding and shaping you into my kind of slut just to have you bail when the going gets rough. So stay here, kneeling, in this exact position all night. No bathroom breaks, no getting up for a glass of water or beer or food. Nothing and no masturbating, either. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Paul said, although he was not happy about what she said. His hands and knees were already sore from kneeling for the little amount of time he’d been there, and his leg muscles were also starting to complain.

  “Good,” Mistress Angelique said, she stood there thinking for a moment then returned with her red hot stiletto heels. Paul was still stark naked and beginning to feel a little cold. Although he warmed up quite a bit when she stuck her sharp stiletto heel right into his hole.

  Yeowch! Paul thought, Now that was painful. For the other stiletto, Mistress Angelique ordered him to open his mouth into which she shoved as much of the long, spiky heel as would fit.

  This woman is a fucking sadist! Paul thought miserably, yet at the same time his still very erect penis was broadcasting that part of him really enjoyed her sadism. And it was true. Paul didn’t know why. He knew was going to be bloody miserable all night and even though he had a perfectly reasonable out, Paul knew he would never take it in a million years.

  “My, my,” Mistress Angelique said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Aren’t you the perfect Christmas gift? I don’t know what else a girl could want. Don’t worry I don’t expect you to answer, I know you can’t. I’ll wish you sweet dreams for me and if I see either of those shoes on the floor when I wake up, I will give you a thrashing that will make today’s feel like a cakewalk.” Then she kissed him gently on the head and turned off the lamp and the overhead lights leaving him alone there in the darkness, dumb, mute and helpless.

  Paul couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas Eve night!

  The End

  What Comes Next?

  If you’ve made it this far you have now read every one of my Femdom shorts. Don’t panic! I plan on writing more, and you could help me do that. You see, I want to know which one of these stories was your favorite? And what would you like to see me cover next? To help me craft the perfect Femdom short for you, why not send a private and confidential email to audrablackauthor@gmail.com and let me know what you’d like to see me cover next?

  I make no promises to write what you want me to, of course. My story lines are chosen by me and written for my own pleasure, firstly. But I’d still like to hear your ideas. So don’t be shy, open up your email, start a new draft, and tell me what you’d like to see. audrablackauthor@gmail.com