Femdom Erotica: A walk in the Woods

Domina likes to give me the illusion of choice, but we both know who makes the decisions.  She usually comes to me, but for once, I decided to come to her.  I felt the need to be with her when she was “at home” and in her element.  There is something about a Domme’s strength which seems to increase the closer they are to their centre of gravity, their familiar lanes and byways.

It was on me to book a place for us to play.  She gave me a rough idea of locale, and I looked at a few options, and sent a few choices to her.  The place “we” chose was a secluded country house, with an iron bed frame.  I hadn’t even processed the bed frame until after she wrote to say, “I look forward tying you down to that bed.”

Is that what happens?  The mere suggestion of it starts me on days of fantasy and speculation.  Mistress never tells me what she has cooked up for me.  She likes to surprise me, and she knows I like that.  Ever since I told her that I wouldn’t her to bend me to her sexual fantasies, not her to mine, she has taken this literally.  Sometimes it gets me into trouble, and frequently into discomfort, but I have no regrets, and can’t get enough of her presence.

You will guess that she is beautiful.  You may insert your own view of the divine feminine.  She fits mine exactly.  So exactly that I feel weak in her presence, totally and utterly submissive.  All she needs to do is come into the room.  There can be a hundred other women there, all beautiful, and I don’t feel a thing, but once she’s there, even if she can’t see me, I can feel her, her power just reaches out to me.

I was wearing a suit and tie when she arrived.

“Wow, you look nice,” she said taking me in.  She reached forward and embraced me.  I hugged her back, gingerly, feeling her height and athletic body next to mine.

“Thank you,” I said, “I wanted to look nice for you.”

“I appreciate the effort,” she said stepping back.

“I wanted to dress with maximum power, Mistress, to feel you take it all away.”  She smiled at that.

“Your beauty is overwhelming me,” I said, looking down.  “It is such an honour that you would be here with me.  See me.  Play with me.”  She tipped my face back to hers, made me look in her eyes.

“Don’t look down; be proud.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said turning my eyes to hers.

“You’re feeling submissive, aren’t you?” she asked.

“I can’t help it Mistress,” I said, “your sense of self is intoxicating.”  And it was so true.  Her certainty about all things, her confidence, her attention to the details of my submission and respect, was all-encompassing.  The things she saw in me, or not, were always an education, and one that I revelled in, needed, felt grounded by.

“I brought some things I think you are going to enjoy playing with,” she said.

“Really?”

“You’ll know soon enough, now take your clothes off and lay down on the bed.”

“Yes Mistress.”  I did as I was told and quickly stripped off my clothes and put them away.  I lay back on the bed, already aroused.

She came to me, took my erection in her hand, gave it a squeeze, “hmm,” she said, amused, “good.”

I smiled at her, her fingers were joyful and erotic.

“I’m going to blindfold you today,” she said, “something new for you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”  She had a black silk eye mask and tied it behind my head.  “Will you tie me up?” I asked, hopefully.

“Shh,” she cautioned, touching my lips, prompting a kiss to her fingers.

“Don’t make me gag you.  I’d like you to be quiet.”

“Yes Mistress.”

She took one of my wrists and cuffed it.  A wide, fur-lined leather cuff.  Oh!  The joy.  The feeling of surrender as she pulled it over my head and attached it to the bedframe.  I was eager for her to repeat on the other side, and ditto with my legs, and soon found myself delectably spread eagled, and gently, writhing my body from the feelings that coursed through me.

She touched me, pushing a finger into me in places that elicited pain, pressure points, and squeezed me hard in others, and then she caressed me.  She played her fingers softly and sharply over my body.  She slapped me, smacking my skin so that it stung.  All of me came alive.

“You’ve been taking care of your body,” she said.  

“Yes Mistress.”

“I like that,” she said, “it shows respect for my property.  You take better care of it now than when it was yours.”  You see, my Mistress was a bit of a fitness junkie.  In fact, I was just about to see just how much of one she really was.

“Today we’re going to work out together,” she said, “it’s a new phase in your training.  Anything you do to displease me will result in punishment.  It’s Pavlovian, I am going to train you so well and so hard that you won’t be able to maintain conscious control of your responses anymore.  Obedience will become your second nature.  You simply won’t be able to resist, even when you might dare to have a conscious wish to do so.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said.  I felt her wrap her hand around the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them, pulling them away from my body, and wrapping something tightly around them.  We’d done CBT things before, she’d tied me up down there, put cages on, rope, that kind of thing, but this felt different.  I could hear Velcro.

“May I ask Mistress?”

“Yes my pet, you may.  And I will tell you.  This is a shock collar.  When you displease me, you will get a shock to your testicles that can either be quite mild, or totally debilitating, depending on how I feel.”

“Mistress!” I said with a mix of fascination and awe.

“Shall we try it out?  Wouldn’t you like to see?”

“Yes Mistress.”  Be careful what you wish for right?  I was not prepared for the sudden, sharp, shocking pain that caused my erect penis to jolt inside its new harness.  “Aah,” I cried out.

“Oh Baby, that didn’t hurt did it?” she asked laughing, and doing it again, causing me to cry out.

“Ow, Mistress,” I whimpered, a little hurt.

“Baby,” she cooed.  “That didn’t hurt did it?  You liked it, didn’t you?  Admit it,” she said, and then shocked me again.  I cried out.  She laughed.  She shocked me again.  I cried out.  “Tell me how you like it, how you love to be in Mistress’s power and control.”

“Yes Mistress, I love it.  I love you.  I need you.  I belong to you.  I am your slave.  I exist for you alone Mistress.  Please shock me, I need to be reminded of my status.”

“That’s better,” she laughed.  “I wonder, how you’ll feel when I turn this thing up…this is only the lowest setting.  Would you like to try?”  I didn’t say a word.  I lay there still, breathing slowly, deeply, knowing she would do it, just not knowing when.

“I asked you a question slave.”

“Mistress,” I cried back in one of those plaintive cries that means ‘yes’ and ‘no’ at the same time.

“If you’re a good boy, maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

“Yes mistress,” I said, deeply relieved she didn’t try.

“You brought your running shoes like I asked?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good boy.  We’re going for a run.  It sure would be hard for you on these country roads without shoes.”  She undid my bonds.  “Put on your socks and shoes,” she commanded, “nothing else.”

I looked down at my cock, jutting out from the tight electro-band around it.  Thinking about what it might feel like to have that bouncing around.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Would you like to wear a sports bra?” she teased holding up one of hers.

“No Mistress.”

She tilted her head at me, obviously displeased.  I saw her finger hovering over the button of the remote.  I fell to my knees and begged, “I’m sorry Mistress for being impertinent.  I’ll be good.”  She smiled.

“Good boy,” she said, “you may get up.”

She got ready.  She was fit, sporty, and ready.  I was reasonably fit, reasonably sporty, and not at all ready to run naked through the forest.

“Shall we?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“If you don’t keep up there will be consequences,” she said waving the remote in my face.

“I understand Mistress.”

“Good,” she said and led me outside.  Thankfully it was warm.  Thankfully the property was large, secluded, and had its own trails and forest.  We stretched.  Mistress had introduced daily stretching into my life.  Without fail, every night.  I won’t tell you what she had me wear when I did my stretches.  That is another story and is both a humiliation and a pleasure on its own.

The feeling of normalcy just stretching next to her was a wonderful feeling, punctured only by the reality of my semi-erection and nude state.

“Ready?” she asked, and then we set off.  The bounce of my privates was manageable as the band of the electro device kind of held things together.  Not quite as good as wearing shorts or underwear, but not totally loose and free either.

At first it was no problem to stay abreast of her, but my fitness was not at the same level as hers and keeping up with her started to take its toll.  She smiled and in full control of her breathing, began to talk to me, “are you going to be able to keep up with me?  Do you think you’re getting tired?”

“I can manage,” I said, puffing a little.  

“Do you think so?” she asked in mock concern.  “You seem a bit winded.”

“Only a little,” I breathed.  She increased her pace just a little, and this pattern continued.  She teased, I breathed, progressively harder.  It was puzzling to think she didn’t even seem flushed, at all winded, or affected by this.  I was definitely feeling it.  She started to pull away and I struggled more and more to stay close.  She laughed and her laughter bounced and danced through the trees.  The sunlight came through the forest canopy like golden blades of glass, and together with her laughter they sparkled in a divine dance.  It was beautiful and seductive and something I will never forget.

She had stopped running and was waiting for me.  As I pulled up and bent forward to catch my breath, she shocked me.  Or should I say that I felt a powerful shock to my balls.  It was a crippling shock, so much more intense than the ones inside and it brought me to my knees.  “Only half-way baby, let’s go,” and she set off.  I don’t know if half-way meant half-way through the run or half-way power on the shocker.  Either way I knew all I wanted to do was stay with her.  But I couldn’t.  She was too fast, too strong, and each time she got far enough ahead to stop and wait, she would, and I would feel an ever-more powerful shock to my balls.

“Run faster baby,” she said, “run faster.”  And I ran as fast as I could, and she shocked me anyway, and her laughter rang out.  I ran with legs wide, as wide as I could, as if to hold my balls away from my body.  Quite the sight.  Then I could see the house, and I ran as fast as I could, wanting to keep up with, not wanting to know what full power felt like.  

“Kneel,” she said, pointing to the ground in front of her.  I did.  “Kiss my hand,” I took it and kissed the back, the web between each finger, the palm, the inside.  And then she shocked me, full blast, and this time held it, and kept it going until I lay down on the ground, doubled over in pain.

“Mommy,” I cried out, reaching out to her, and she stopped, knowing where I was.  “Thank you,” I cried.

“Shall we go inside baby?”

“Yes please,” she said, and I got up and followed her in.

She didn’t remove the device, but she let us shower together, allowing me to wash her, and she doing the same for me.  It was delicate and tender, and like a whirlpool of calm in a violent sea after what had come before.

After, when we had dried each other off, she again tied me to the bed.  Blindfold back on.  Only this time, she clambered over me and between my legs.  Sensuous play on my skin had me fully aroused and worrying what might come with the collar still in place.  She began to play with my pussy, my rosebud, my private of privates, and soon I was whimpering in ecstasy for her touch.

“I bought a remote-control butt plug,” she said, all business.  “I’m thinking of making you wear it quite often.  I like the idea of being able to stimulate you, or shock you whenever I want, and wherever you are.  Total surrender.”

“Yes Mistress,” I said, loving the idea.

She lubed the plug, lubed me, and worked it in.  There’s something animal that happens inside of me when a butt plug slides in, and this time was no exception.  I moaned and begged and whimpered.

“I want you to fuck me please Mistress.  I need you to fuck me.  Please Mistress.”

“Maybe later baby,” she said, “but for now, I think I’m going to fuck with you instead.”

“Ohh,” I whimpered as she traced her nails across my thigh.  She touched my stomach lightly, just below my belly button, and traced down sensuously.  She turned on the vibrating plug, and she teased and touched me, dancing with her fingers and her breath across my body.  She pinched and scratched, and she slapped, but she also caressed, gently, until I forgot that the strap around my balls was electrified, and then, when I was relaxed and in the grip of pleasure, she shocked me, laughed, and continued.

I was writhing and lost to her touch, no longer capable of conscious thought, just a puddle of sensuous feeling, arching towards her like metal shavings towards a magnet on the other side of a wall.  She was my North Star, in laughter, in pain, and in every sensation in-between.

Later, she removed the plug and pegged me.  I opened to her like a morning glory and felt her take me, and melted into her, until there was nothing left of me, other than my hungry desire to belong to her forever.

After we were done we both showered again, changed, and went out for a lovely dinner together in a countryside inn.  No greater bliss.  

Thank you, Mistress.  

God Bless you always.