Dominatrix a Kink Erotica Story Read online

  She walked away before he was able to answer. He bolted to get the oil from a shelf before jogging over like a puppy with a boner to the table where she was seated. Flicking the cigarette away, she undid the leather straps from her tits, exposing her nipples.

  Marcus started by moistening his hands with the oil. Then, standing behind her, he lightly gripped Domina on either side of her neck. Staring down at her head, he slowly increased the pressure, gently kneading her muscles. For a moment, he stayed massaging her neck and shoulders, and all the while he tried to keep from brushing his dick against her back.

  From her shoulders, he moved to her chiseled, upper back. The toned flesh beneath her tanned skin begged for a loving touch, and Marcus provided such. A smile played on Domina’s lips.

  “That’s real good, baby,” she purred and started stroking her fake dick.

  As Marcus moved down her arms, she started massaging her own tits; the feel of hard implants pushing from inside coupled with her soft hands forced a sigh of pleasure from her lips. As the throbbing in Marcus’s cock grew in intensity, he accidentally brushed the sides of Domina’s tits with his fingers. He quickly moved back to her shoulders as though trying to avoid embarrassment, but what he really wanted was to grab those heaving tits with both hands, to pinch her dark nipples between the knuckles of his fingers, and again his dick brushed her back.

  “Oh,” she said, coyly, “you’d better be careful or Mommy might get the wrong idea.”

  “I’m, I’m sorry, Mommy, dearest.”

  Taking a deep breath and watching Domina moosh her tits together, he took more oil, moved back to her neck, and started massaging towards her chest. Each, circular motion of the hands moved farther and farther down, towards her chest, but she was still holding her tits.

  “Give Mommy a kiss,” she said. Smiling, he bent in to kiss her cheek. “That’s a good boy. That’s all Mommy wants—a good boy that does as he’s told.”

  “Yes, Mommy.”

  Before he pulled away, she reached up, gently took him by the hair, and pulled him in. She gave him a heavy kiss on the cheek, and then slowly pulled his hand to her breast. Closing his eyes and struggling to breath, Marcus palmed and groped her oily tit.

  “Yeah, Mommy likes that,” Domina smiled. She then let her hands fall to her side. Marcus was quick to place his other hand on her chest, and with both hands, he pushed her tits together, palmed the apart, slid his fingers across her hard nipples, and pinched them tightly between his knuckles. “Oh, fuck. Rub Mommy’s tits.”

  “Yes, Mommy. As you please.”

  Before long, he needed more oil. He let it pour down her neck, chest, shoulders, and back. Then, wiping it all over her heaving chest, he pulled her back into his abdomen, his rigid cock accepting the warmth of skin and oil.

  “Mommy thinks you’re getting a little too excited,” she chuckled.

  “I’m okay.”

  A moment of sensual massaging passed on by, but Marcus was unable to contain his sexual anticipation; he moved one hand from Domina’s tits by sliding it up her chest and over her shoulder. Taking his dick in his hand, he slowly tugged at himself while rubbing her other tit. Catching himself, he quickly replaced both hands on her shoulders.

  Domina stood from the stool, turned around, and looked him over. His erection was absolutely close to bursting with loving juices. It was difficult to take her eyes from such a nice a dick, but she managed to look him in the eye. His face turned red.

  “Aww,” she pouted. “I though you wanted to make Mommy happy.”

  “Of course I do. Please, tell me what to do.”

  She sat back down, facing him, took his hands, and placed them by her neck. “Keep massaging, sweetie.”

  Smiling, he obliged, and as he rubbed her precious skin, kneaded her powerful muscles, he gaped at her glistening tits. She took them in each hand, and rubbed the oil deep into her skin, and as she did, she slowly leaned forwards, moved her hands to the sides of her breasts, and grazed the tip of his dick with her nipples.

  “Oops,” she smiled.

  “Th-tha’s okay, Mommy.”

  “Yeah,” she heaved.

  Marcus kept massaging Domina’s neck, and she kept pushing her chest into his dick. Unable to control himself, he started pumping his hips; his cock pushing deeper and deeper into her flesh. A simple massage turned into a titty fuck, and no longer paying attention to his hands, he was simply fucking away at Domina’s gorgeous tits. The feel of those oily melons pressed hard against the sides of dick, the feel of his cock pushing against her sternum further engorged his hard on, but to his shock, she slapped his arms away and stood up, scowling.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I-I,” he stammered.

  “Did I tell you to fuck Mommy’s tits?”

  “No, b-but–”

  “But nothing!”

  She stormed behind him, shoved him into the table, bent him over, and gave his ass a sound whooping. She slapped and slapped until both cheeks were rosy red, and as the pain overwhelmed him, tears stung his eyes.

  “Bad boy!”

  “I’m sorry,” he cried.

  “What am I going to do with such a perverted child?”

  “Please, Mommy, don’t–”

  “You don’t leave me much of a choice…down on all fours!”

  “No.”

  Pulling his head by the hair, she glared into his eyes. “Down. On. All. Fours.”

  Nearly sobbing, he nodded, so she let go. Awkwardly, he sank to his knees, placed his palms on the floor, and prostrated himself like a dog.

  “Bad, bad boy. Mommy is going to punish you now.”

  Still crying and shaking his head, he bit his bottom lip, sniffed, and rubbed at his eyes. The internal storm brewing inside Marcus forced him to feel humiliated, excited, dirty, mean, guilty, and most of all, really, fucking horny. To have Mommy so loving and generous, so sensual, and in complete control, was absolutely intoxicating. He was at her mercy, and he loved every minute of it.

  Domina started lubing up her strap-on by rubbing the oil off her tits then stroking her dick. As soon as the black leather was glistening, she got behind Marcus, dropped to her knees, and shuffled forwards. Patting his bottom with the dick, and hearing her prey blubber about being a good boy, she got a little turned on herself. Biting her lip, she gripped his cheek with one hand, the strap-on with the other, and slowly pushed into his rectum. Stifled moans escaped Marcus’s lips as the fake dong penetrated him in the deepest sense.

  She pumped softly at first, slapping his toned ass, but as he relaxed, she began thrusting a little deeper, a little harder, a little quicker. “Please, Mommy, no more. I’ll be good,” he cried.

  She grabbed him by the hair, saying, “You’re not off the hook that easily; Mommy’s perverted boy.”

  Letting go of his air, she fucked harder and harder, even coming up to one knee; she took him by the hip with her left, and with her right, she held firm to her own butt. Pumping and pumping, she fucked him until stifled moans turned to howls of pleasure.

  Marcus felt the girth of the fake cock sliding in and out of his butthole. Each pump pushed against the soft tissue around his prostate, and with every, deepening pulse, he squeezed his cheeks together; not only was Domina owning him, he was surrendering to her, to the pleasure, the idea of Mommy controlling her little boy.

  “I think you need more oil,” she announced.

  “Yes, Mommy, more oil, please.”

  “So eager,” she grinned.

  After slowly removing her dick from his ass, she nabbed the oil from the table, re-swabbed her dong, and we back to dicking Marcus’s ass. She pumped, and he sighed. She thrust, and he moaned. Both were breathing hard. Both were relishing their roles.

  “Say it,” she demanded.

  “Love me.”

  “Say it…!”

  “Love me, Mommy.”

  “Say you like it, Marcus.”

  “I like it, Mommy.” />
  “You like what, baby?”

  “I like it when you fuck me.”

  “That’s right it; you like it when I fuck you, when I own you, humiliate you, reduce you to nothing.”

  “Yes, Mommy, own me. I’m yours.”

  The dirty talking, the truth, the pumping, it all became too much. The pressure in Marcus’s dick was out of control. Twitching, throbbing, his dick head was bright red from blood flow, and as his balls tightened, and his prostate was prodded, and his oily butthole got fucked and fucked, he blew a creamy load all over the floor. Panting, crying out in pleasure, Marcus arched his back and fully gave himself to Domina. When it was over, and she slowed to a simple, rhythmic rocking of the hips, Marcus raised his hand, and then he tapped the floor three times; the ride was over. Marcus had been defeated, humiliated, emasculated, subjugated, but freed, reborn, and completely pleased; there was a sweet release, a warming pleasure in trusting someone so implicitly. He regained his breath, chuckled, and then Domina eased out of him.

  Gently, she walked around him and helped him up to his feet. “That’s a good boy, Marcus,” she said, hugging him.

  “Thank you, Domina. You never disappoint.”

  After providing her trophy time for cleaning himself up and dressing, she motioned to him with a single finger. He approached his subjugator. She linked arms with him and they walked up the stairs out of the dungeon, and back to the kitchen.

  “I’ll be here when you require another lesson in love and humility,” she purred.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”