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Strapon Mistress

Too often perhaps when we think of domination, we forget that women can be in charge as much, or in some cases more so than the average man can. Reading a story, such as “The Auction” the one below provides prose where strap-on femdom was always the plan. However, I think as much as you’ll find it a titillating tale, you might also enjoy the premise behind Ladies Tricks, where chicks fuck their boyfriends with strap-on dicks by using the element of surprise after earning men’s trust, rather than buying the object of their lusts…

Petra made her choice the moment she walked in.

The slave on the auction block was less than six feet in height, with dirty blond hair and eyes that spoke of a born victim. Yet, when she met his eyes, he stared at her in defiance, all but daring her to buy him.

The auctioneer showed him off, bringing a whip down on his cock to show that he loved pain and teasing his anus with the handle. The man arched towards it in submission and the bidding began.

Ten thousand dollars later, Petra ordered him brought to her private playroom.

“You wanted me to buy you,” she said. When he didn’t answer, she jammed her whip beneath his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. “You’re a defiant slave. That’s going to change.”

The slave glared at her, his teeth digging into his gag, but his cock rose between them.

Petra smiled slowly and forced him to his knees.

“Serve me!” she commanded, pushing her pussy into his face and releasing his gag. When he hesitated, she lashed him hard across the back. His tongue touched her clit and Petra bit back a moan.

She came a few minutes later and then forced him onto all fours, coaxing him with harsh strokes of the whip across his back, ass and balls.
“I hate you!” he hissed as she pushed him over the padded bench.

“I’ll bet you do,” she said, taking a bite of his neck as she lubed his ass.

She wasn’t gentle fucking him. She thrust the strap-on deep, her hands reached around to pinch his nipples with cruel fingers.

“Who do you obey?” she demanded. When he didn’t answer, she slapped him hard and took his cock in a punishing grip.

“You, Mistress,” he breathed at last.

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