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  Dominatrix

  A Kink Erotica short story by Aaron Dennis

  Published on Smashwords by Aaron Dennis on February of 2016

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  This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This story contains explicit sexual content and should not be purchased or read by anyone under the age of 18 or 21 in certain parts of the world. If you purchase or read the story you are acknowledging the fact that you are an adult and have the legal right to view the explicit content within. If you are offended by acts of sexual performance, you should not read or purchase this story. You will not hold the author or publisher responsible for the choices you have made as you have been expressly warned.

  Domina prepared for her most recent client, a younger man with mommy issues. She stood in her candle lit dungeon before the full length mirror, slowly strapping her leather dick to her hips. As she groped her big, fake titties, she gave a few warm up thrusts at her reflection. Decked out in leather straps barely covering her tanned curves, thigh high boots, and tight, black top knot, she applied the final touches to her costume—blue eye shadow, black eye liner, and red lipstick.

  At the instant she blew a kiss at the brawny babe in the mirror, the doorbell rang. She slowly marched up the stone steps—her muscular ass jiggling like sweet gelatin—marched through her hallway, which was also alighted by candles, and answered the door.

  “Greetings, Marcus,” she stated, formally.

  The young man, a pleasant if plain looking individual, gave a flickering smile, nodded quite rigidly, and fiddled with the buttons of his blazer. “Greetings, Domina. I’m glad to see you again.”

  She rolled her eyes in a totally dismissive gesture, and looking askance while wincing, she grabbed her leather dick.

  “M-may I come in,” Marcus asked. Domina glared at him. “Oh, uh,” he stammered and tried to straighten up before asking again. “May I come in, please, Mommy, dearest?”

  “Well,” Domina almost smiled, which made Marcus’s eyes glitter with anticipation. “No,” she replied and slammed the door shut. Then, through the door, she yelled, “Your manners leave something lacking!”

  “Mommy, dearest, I missed you. I need to see you again…I’ll behave. I promise. Please, let me in. Let me serve you.”

  A smile played on Domina’s luscious, velvety, red lips. Toying with little boys was always fun. Slowly, she opened the door, and glaring down at the young man, she raised a defiant brow.

  “Get in here and wash the dishes. They’re dirty,” she was saying as he scampered in and promptly made his way towards the kitchen. “Young man!”

  He stopped dead in his tracks—his face flush from fear and guilt—and ran back to his faux mother figure to give her a light kiss on the cheek; it was something, which required him to stand on his toes to accomplish.

  “That’s better, Marcus. Now, go wash the dishes,” she demanded.

  “Yes, Mommy, dearest.”

  Domina eyed Marcus’s tight ass dance behind the gray gabardine. I’ll tear it up in due time, she thought. Upon arrival at the kitchen, she proceeded to pull a bare, wooden chair from the counter, sat perched like a mother lioness, and watched her little boy wash the dishes. He had rolled his sleeves up while the sink filled, and just before he plunged his wrists into the soapy water to even begin, she bellowed at him.

  “Marcus!” He turned in shock from her call. “Take off that nice jacket!”

  “Y-yes. Of-of course, Mommy, dearest.”

  “And fold it the way I taught you….”

  He smiled and nodded profusely. Clumsily, he folded the jacket and placed it on the counter. Then, he looked to her for guidance.

  “Sometimes, I think you want me to punish you,” Domina said, indifferently.

  “No, Mommy. I just want to do what you tell me. I want to be a good boy.”

  “Show me…show Mommy what a good boy you are.”

  Again, he nodded. He hopped back to the sink and started cleaning the dishes with a scrubby. Domina maintained her steely gaze on the young man, and before long, he dropped a dish. It crashed quite loudly upon hitting the ground, sending shards of ceramic everywhere.

  Marcus froze on the spot, but Domina had practically leapt from her seat and pounced on the boy, screaming, “Honestly, Marcus, you do these things on purpose, don’t you?!”

  “N-no. It was an accident, I swear.”

  She bent him over. With one hand holding his face to the counter, she used the other to spank him. Three, sound whacks made him moan. Then, gripping him by the hair, she pulled his head to her bosom.

  “You broke my dish on purpose. You want to be punished.”

  “No, Mommy, dearest, please,” he begged.

  “You lie to me?” she accused.

  “No. I swear it.”

  “That’s it. Off to the dungeon for punishment.”

  Releasing his hair to grab him by the collar of his dress shirt, she dragged him out of the kitchen, down the hall, and to the door before the stairs leading to the dungeon. At the doorway, she released him, pointed downstairs, and swatted his butt three more times.

  “Please, don’t,” Marcus begged.

  “Talking back to your mother?” Domina growled. “I’ll teach you how to behave. I’ll teach you how to honor your mother…how to worship Mommy.”

  Choking back tears—but not his throbbing erection—he meekly obeyed and walked down the stairs. Standing beside the wooden table, which was surrounded by bare, wooden stools, Marcus kept his eyes down, his hands cupped over his erection. Domina walked around him slowly, stopped in front of him, pulled his hands from his crotch, and grabbed him by the chin. Pulling his head up to force him to look at her, she let a coy smile play on her lips.

  “You want to make it up to Mommy?”

  “Yes.”

  “On your knees!” He dropped to his knees, and when he did, she demanded he lick her boots. Slowly tracing the black leather with his tongue, he left trickles of saliva. “That’s it. That’s better. Now, kiss Mommy’s boots.”

  He obliged. After sweet kisses, she walked away to take a seat at the table. Still on his knees, Marcus awaited orders.

  Domina pulled a pack of cigarettes from a nearby set of drawers. From the pack she pulled one cigarette, and replaced the pack.

  “Light Mommy’s cigarette.”

  Marcus jumped at the demand, and using one of the candles from the candelabra on the center of the table, he lit her cigarette. Once he stepped back to replace the candle, she crossed her legs. Marcus’s eyes were locked on to her long, toned thighs, which were begging for a release from the taught leather binding them.

  “You like Mommy’s legs?”

  “Yes, Mommy, dearest.”

  “Good. Mommy works out to keep her figure,” she giggled.

  She then nodded approvingly and slowly pulled down the zipper from the side of each boot. At that point, Marcus’s erection was practically wearing through the thin fabric of his trousers, so Domina eased the leather from her skin, and caressed her own thighs while she smoked.

  “Kiss Mommy’s thighs, honey.”

  “As you please.”

  Back on his knees, he scooted over and fervently kissed her
tanned skin, but she popped him in the back of the head. “You’re too eager!” He looked up in shock and blubbered an apology. “This isn’t about what you want! This is about what I want, and I want you to kiss my thighs very slowly.”

  Obliging, he placed tiny kisses up one leg. Relishing the scent of her sweat mixed in with the smoke and leather, he took hold of her other calf.

  “No!” she howled and stood. Before he had a chance to apologize, she was half way across the room, taking a horse riding crop from a rack on the wall. She stormed over.

  “Put your hands on the table,” she ordered.

  Submissively, he obeyed. She punished him by giving him two light, but painful, whacks on the bum. Marcus didn’t so much as squeal, so she whacked him hard, and he cried out. Then, she took him by the hair.

  Gritting her teeth, she placed her mouth close to his ear. “You fuck up again, and I’ll show you the meaning of pain. Now, lick Mommy’s thighs.” She released him, and he turned around, dropped to his knees, and while Domina tapped the crop against her right thigh, he stared into her eyes, licking her left thigh. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you enjoy pissing me off…or maybe you just like the thought of licking your mother’s legs.”

  “I just want to please you,” he sighed.

  “Yes….”

  Running his tongue up and down those long, thick, muscular legs, Marcus continued to inhale Domina’s aroma. She let him lick and lick, but ignored him. She puffed on her cigarette, haphazardly flicking the ashes at the floor. Once she grew bored of him, she pushed him away by forcing the crop against his face.

  “Take Mommy’s boots off,” she finally said and sat down at the table. “And take that stupid shirt off, too. Who do you think you are; some news anchor? You look like an out of work professor. Is that what you are; an out of work egghead?” She laughed at him, but he carefully slid her boots off before removing his shirt.

  Unfortunately, he dropped it on the floor without even folding it. “How dare you?” she yelled. “Mommy works hard to pay for your clothes, and you toss them about like an animal? On your back!”

  “Mommy, please,” he begged.

  She stood and rapped him across the chest with the crop hard enough to leave a red mark. When he recoiled, she pulled back to threaten with another whack, but he quickly lied on his back.

  “Now, I have to punish you again….”

  She dropped the riding crop on the table and picked up a candle. With a final drag of her cigarette, she flicked it across the room, and slowly walked around the young man. He moved his hands back to his swollen dick, but kept his eyes glued to the object of his worship; Domina circled him for a second, and as she did, she tilted the candle so a droplet of red wax fell on Marcus’s smooth, chiseled, bare chest. Like a shark, she maintained her steady march about her prey, and dropped more wax onto him, and more, and more, and each, painful drop splattered before quickly hardening to his skin.

  By then, Marcus was breathing heavily, but Domina was far from finished with that particular brand of punishment. She finally stopped circling, straddled him, bent over so her big, fake tits jiggled, and she poured wax directly onto his nipples. He bit his lip in pain and pleasure.

  First, she let enough red wax accumulate on his left nipple so as to cover it. Then, she moved to his right nipple. Once it was covered, she righted herself, and without giving him a second look, she went back to the table to set the candle in place.

  A moment eased by during which neither of them said anything. Domina stroked her fake dick a little, pondering her next move. She glanced at her good, little boy; he deserved a gift for being so receptive to her punishment.

  “You know, Marcus,” she purred.

  “Yes, Mommy, dearest?”

  “Mommy does love you, and it pains her to see you behave so poorly.”

  “I’m very sorry.”

  “I can see that….why don’t you come here and sit in Mommy’s lap?”

  Eagerly, he eased to his feet and meekly approached, still covering his swollen dong. She pushed his hands away, gawked at it for a minute then looked up to him; his face reddened.

  “There’s no reason to feel guilty, come, sit,” she said, tapping her thighs.

  He sat on her lap, so she pulled him in lovingly. He nuzzled her neck, and she caressed his face, stroked his hair. She even gave him a kiss on the cheek.

  As he smiled, thoroughly enjoying her cradling warmth, she used her fingernails to pick the hardened wax from his chest. Once he was free of her previous punishment, she pulled him in close to stroke the back of his head. The feel of her tits pressed against his bare chest was too great a burden, however, and he moved in to kiss her lips. The attempt was stopped short by smack across his face.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “I–”

  “Silence! Get off me,” she commanded. “You haven’t earned the privilege to kiss Mommy like that,” she said and shoved him from her lap. She stood, and glaring at him, she retrieved the crop from the table. Circling him again, she smacked the crop on her open palm; each smack jiggled her tits, each step jiggled her ass. She gave him a whack on the butt then. “What is a mother to do with such an undisciplined child?” she stopped before him, but with her back turned, and still smacking the crop on her palm, he leered at her bum; the way her leather thong dug into her asshole was overwhelming him; the way the straps from her fake dick dug into her muscular thighs and lifted her ass cheeks was even hotter. She suddenly spun around. “Strip.”

  “Mommy?”

  Frowning, she moved in close; he smelled the smoky leather wafting from her body. “Take off your clothes, all of them, pick up that ugly shirt, fold them all neatly, and place them on the table.”

  “Y-yes, Mommy, dearest.”

  While he disrobed and followed his orders, Domina set the crop back on the rack built into the wall and pulled a fringed, leather whip from it instead. Without saying a word, she marched back over and starting lightly whipping the young man’s ass by rotating the whip like a cheerleader twirls a baton. Up and down and up and down, she whipped his ass until tears stung his eyes. His ass was apple red within seconds.

  “You think Mommy enjoys hurting you? You don’t give me a choice!”

  “I’ll be good, Mommy!” he groaned. “I’ll be good. Promise.”

  “Yes…I’ve heard you say that before, but look at where we are now…I think a more severe punishment is in order…on your knees.”

  Back to his knees he went. Domina stepped in front of him, her leather dick in his face. She dropped the whip on the table, grabbed the dick, and moved close enough for the tip to touch his lips; his glistening eyes delved into hers. She nodded nearly imperceptibly. His lips parted, and she moved in even closer. The taste of leather quickly washed over his tongue. Domina thrust slowly, carefully, and Marcus accepted the instrument of penetration. He took it deep into his mouth, into his throat.

  “Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good boy. Suck it.”

  Rocking a bit on his knees, Marcus slurped on Domina’s strap-on. Twice, as he was sucking dick, he almost grabbed his own cock, but fearing castigation, he checked himself. Domina ran fingers through his hair, and praising him, she pulled back to let him breath.

  “More,” she ordered.

  Again, he ran his tongue over the leather, took it into his throat, slowly moved his face from side-to-side to really enjoy it. Without paying attention, he reached up and took hold of her thighs. That move was followed by a painful gripping of his hair. Domina took him with both hands and skull fucked him hard enough to make him choke, make him gag.

  “Did I fucking tell you to touch me?!”

  “No.”

  “No is fucking right. Now, choke on Mommy’s dick!” She fucked him and fucked him until tears ran down his cheeks, snot ran down his lips; the salty taste crept into his mouth; Domina pulled out just before he threw up. Marcus worked to catch his breath, to give apologies, and beg for f
orgiveness. “What am I going to do with you now? You obviously don’t respond well to this kind of thing,” she chuckled. “I’ll have to be more inventive.”

  He stayed on his knees, wiping his face, while she sashayed around the dungeon. Spotting the clamps on top of the drawers by the near wall, she took two, stormed back over, and ordered him to stand. When he did, she placed one on each nipple. He winced in pain.

  “Aww…does it hurt?”

  “No, Mommy, you would never hurt me, right?”

  “That’s right, my dear boy. Mommy loves you, and it pains her to punish you, but you have been such a bad boy today…such a bad boy,” she said and slapped his ass. Taking him by the hair, she dragged him over to a corner, stuck his nose in it, and left him. Back at the table, she took another cigarette from the drawers and lit it off the candle. Exhaling, she said, “A time out might cool you off.”

  That was from true. His erection was throbbing harder than ever; being punished, feeling the pain in his nipples, being ignored, thinking only of pleasing Mommy made him feel alive. He wanted so much to grab his dick and stroke it. Domina, blowing smoke from velvety lips, rubbed her tits while scrutinizing his athletic physique.

  “What do you have to say for yourself,” she finally asked.

  “I’m so sorry, Mommy, dearest.”

  “Will you misbehave again?”

  “I’ll be good.”

  “Do you want Mommy to give you a hug?”

  “Yes, please, Mommy,” he breathed with anticipation.

  She walked over to him very slowly, making the leather dong bounce around a bit. When she was close to him, she leaned in with her tits. Her skin brushed his back, and then she stepped in closer, close enough for the wet dick to get wedged against his ass, close enough for her to give him a loving embrace. She blew the smoke away from him and gave him a light kiss on the neck. Finally, she removed the clamps, and turned him around forcibly.

  Staring at him, she demanded he be a good boy. “Mommy’s getting tired and stressed from having to deal with you…maybe you could give me a massage.”