The only thing better than being a man dominated by a woman is imagining some submissive chick being subjected to rough domination from some nasty dyke like you see on Lez Dom. It’s the sort of site that inspires a lesbo dominating tale of “Punishment.”

I’d been a very bad girl.

That’s why I was naked, face down, my body chained to my Mistress’s motorcycle. As I lay there trembling, the roar of the engine sent vibrations directly to my clit. My nipples were clamped, tight and painful, and another, smaller chain kept my pussy lips spread wide, exposed to the leather seat.

But I wouldn’t come.

My prone position was not meant for pleasure, but for punishment.

She didn’t ask me if I was ready.

My Mistress ran her hands over my neck, my back, my ass in an arrogant caress that spoke of how well she knew me. She knew that I would do anything to please her and accept whatever abuse she had to give.

I smelled leather before the whip struck my back in a burning blow. With no further preparation, a plug slid into my ass, bigger than any I’d ever taken before. I opened my mouth to whimper, but she forced a gag in my mouth.

The lashing continued. The whip cut across my back, my legs and directly over the plug lodged deep in my ass.

“Take it, bitch!” my Mistress hissed, grabbing a handful of my hair. “I know you need it!”

As she spoke, her free hands grabbed at one of the clamps, bringing fresh pain to my aching breasts.

She switched the whip for a riding crop and then for the flat of her gloved hand. She abused me until I knew I’d have bruises, and, as she knew, I was dripping for her.

My Mistress shoved a dildo deep inside me, teasing me with it before thrusting it aside.

I was not to come, but I didn’t care.

When she uncuffed me and thrust her tongue between my lips, I yielded, satisfied and truly punished.