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This week I offer for your deviant delectation a FemDom fantasy written by one of My slaves… I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. – Cara Sutra 

“Well you can’t say you didn’t know I’m a bitch. You’ve such a yearning to please me haven’t you. And you love me so very much. I see it in your eyes every time I hurt you. I see the emotional pain in your soul… and it’s far, far greater than anything I can do to you physically.”

“You want to hurt me back, don’t you? I love that. It makes me SO wet. And I love you too. That you let Me hurt you to the point where you feel betrayed. That you let me hurt you to the point where you want to hurt me back – 10 times more than I am hurting you. That you let me hurt you to the point where you hate me.. and… and want to leave me forever… I remember every time. I hated myself for hurting you so much. I couldn’t help myself. And through all those times you are still with Me. Do you have ANY idea what that means to me? All THAT is how I know you love me more than anything. I fear myself sometimes… and you fear me too… I like that. But that I can be myself and… you actually want me MORE… oh GOD I’m so wet right now… but I promised my cock, the one that is STILL attached to you, I might add – that it would finally get the fucking it’s been begging for.”

Cara walked over to the table – more a trestle – on which Her “one” was lying. Bound shoulder to toe in bandages, save for his steel-caged sex and a posture collar round his neck, he was strapped securely to the structure and unable to move at all as She approached him blindly.

“You see, I’ve made an effort – just for you.”

She stood at his head and leant over so he could see her even in the restraint of the posture collar. Her beautiful smiling face, sitting above a blue rubber nurse’s uniform, came into view.

“I love seeing your eyes and that yearning to please. It’s what makes binding you like this all the more enjoyable – the ONLY thing you want is to please me but you like to do that actively. You still need to feel that control. You WILL please me… but you will have NO say in the matter.”

She took a key from the chain on her neck and freed her cock from the secure metal chastity tube which had been sitting atop his swaddling. The relief in his cock caused him to swell as the table began to move, rotating on its centre, as his feet moved up towards the ceiling and his head fell towards the floor. The rotation stopped at about 45 degrees and She stood astride him to better access his sex. He saw the rubber stockings disappear into the darkness of her skirt, leaving his imagination to fill in the blanks.

The lubrication and stroking of his deprived and uncertain cock was an unexpected delight. He closed his eyes to the sensations but opened them in shock when he felt something hit his eyelid. He was just in time to see another tear of of cum fall from between her legs and towards his face, hitting him squarely on the bridge of the nose this time. She continued to drip on him as he yelled into his butterfly gag when she slowly but firmly pushed the lubricated sound down the length of his urethra. A ring behind his glans seemed to hold it in place.

The table rotated back to a horizontal position.

“I’m off to the party now. I’ll be back… well.. whenever the fuck I feel like it.. and don’t need to explain Myself to you. Have fun – and don’t stop thinking of Me.”

She turned off the lights and he heard the front door go closely followed by the sound of a car leaving on the gravel driveway. he lay in dark silence, dwelling on the discomfort in his cock when he suddenly felt something cold, metal and slimy hit the bud of his anus from under the table. He was unable to do anything to stop its path ,before it slowly withdrew of its own accord. It began again, slowly fucking him, piercing him ever more deeply, until his arse had no choice but to swallow it deep inside him. But at that point, it stopped, leaving him painfully stretched. He gasped and snuffed into his gag to try and deal with the intruder. Then the electric shocks through the sound began… as did his tears.

The shocks and penetration were entirely random in their duration, frequency and intensity. After a short while, the lighter, shorter jolts began to annoy and frustrate him, as did the fuckings with the narrower dildos. He began to crave the stretching, the ache, the pain; he felt them bringing him closer to Her. As if by desire, but purely in their own time, the machinery seemed to grant his wish, by slow degrees; until he fell into a state of delirium.

The dream was compelling and filled with images of how had always imagined Her. He was suspended, upside down. Her silhouette was standing commandingly in a lit doorway. With Her approach, he began to see how She was clad in red leather. The stiff and unyielding corset seems more like a warrior’s breast plate and contrasted with the softer kid leather hugging her limbs. As She approached him, the heels of her red boots clicked on the floor like a metronome timing the final seconds of life before his executioner swings the blade across his exposed neck. She raised one arm which was carrying a long ruler and pointed it directly at him. It connected with his balls and the cattle-prod released its violent charge.

“Are you nicely warmed up for Me now, My pet? Did you dream of Me?”

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