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fancy's Red Hood She took one step back and examined Her hours work. fancy's bottom was bright read and his slut-hole glistened with lubrication and spit. It was enough, enough for him anyway. The role-play was always satisfying for Her, yet some day's She demanded more from the naughty disobedient slaves that begged for tutelage and manipulation. Today was one of those days! The session had been a simple Feminization and strap-on lesson. A little make-up, a little bondage, an adorable pair of ruffled panties, and then the sissy begged for Her paddle, begged for Her cock. She graciously accepted his please and tethered him neatly to a spanking bench with his wrists cuffed and clipped to "O" rings and his thighs spread wide and tied to the legs of the apparatus. Louise weighed a think lightweight paddle of very hard wood in Her hand. It was the kind of paddle that was perfect for extended use. In an hour he'd be burning and swollen, and if things went well She would be fulfilled. "Stick it up sissy," She ordered delivering a good hard crack, "arch higher," She demanded with another swat. fancy strained hard to offer his chubby rump up for Her amusement. The paddle landed again with a loud satisfying smack making Louse squeal with delight, like a schoolgirl. She found the sight of a punished bottom strangely beautiful and devastatingly erotic. It had always been this way for Her. She was a natural Alpha dominant and accepted Her Superiority as easily as She accepted the fact that others hungered to serve Her. "Crack." She began a long volley moving from one wobbly cheek to the other, than back again while fancy mumbled and moved his hips to meet the paddle. Once the flesh on his bottom was sizzling, Louise taunted him with a ruby red phallus strapped to her crotch. The long dildo went easily down his throat. She often boasted to Her friends that he had become the most accomplished cock-sucker in Her stable. he was very proud of that. When it was greasy with his saliva, She rammed it up his slut-hole while he winced and grunted with pain until the little muscle surrendered and gripped the cock passionately. All Her slaves were fucked hard and often. It was a rule no one questioned. Louise continued with the paddle every stroke, a good hard crack right before driving Her hips forward. fancy begged, "Please Mistress, harder, faster, deeper." "Please Mistress this and please Mistress that," till the Domina had had enough. the base of the dildo had been gently massaging just the right spot and She was eager to finish. She forced a large ball into his mouth then placed a red rubber hood over his head and face with only the tiniest slits open at his nose and mouth for air. "Perfect," Louise thought, "anonymous, silent, not a person at all, just a means to and end, or an end for My means." She giggled at the pun. With his sight gone, fancy's hearing seemed more acute. he heard a rustling, a snap, a scrape of Her stiletto hells on the hard wood floor. The horror seized him. The Goddess was undressing! he imagined the pageant, as Her skirt was lowered. he ached at the thought of wispy nylon knickers being seductively rolled down until the soft lips of Her sex were visible. he heard the snap of the fasteners to Her corselet freeing Her divine breasts from their confining bondage. "No," he wanted to scream, "no, not this torture." he struggled vainly against his bondage, his arms and legs strained against the ropes and cuffs till every muscle ached. Lactic acid began to flow to his back and shoulders, his biceps and thighs. It was useless. That day, Louise had worn a long sleeved silk blouse and an ankle length skirt. he fixated on Her beautiful face and the nails of Her hands and feet painted blood-red. If her were obedient would She offer Her hand to be kissed, a precious toes? Surely no more than that, although fancy jealously read the hallucinogenic ramblings of other slaves. Fantasies about Queenings and derriere worship that kept him up all night restless in his cage. It was all fiction, wasn't it? Then he realized She was standing in the room completely naked except for open toed high-heeled pumps. he hungered for more, ached to see those finely sculpted naked limbs, electric curves and graceful muscles, even for a moment! If he could, he would offer himself to another thrashing for just one peek. Then the fool realized that he was going to receive a thrashing anyway. Outside, the early winter winds were whipping the backsides of pedestrian shoppers till the Sun scolded them to be still. he spanked the clouds away from obstructing his view and stared hungrily down to earth. All nature could celebrate Her beauty now. Louise stepped towards the window as a golden ray filled the room. The warming touch was like a lover's fingers and She pulled back her shoulders to let them caress Her exquisite little breast and belly. Then like a Russian ballerina, She executed a perfect pirouette to offer Her back and bottom to the warm kisses. she stretched and strutted, arched and danced. her left hand drifted down to the V between Her legs. The short pubic hairs felt moist and velvety. She parted the swollen lips and sighed. Louise had never been more comfortable with Her Femininity, her sexuality, and Her power. The reflection from the wall mirror was a comforting vision of a lovely girl grown into a rare beauty of a woman. She looked down at the sissy. he was so obedient, so docile. It sent a tremble of power between Her legs, like a shock from the electric wand. Louise turned the sound up on the stereo. The background music that accompanied every session haunted poor fancy. In his sightless state it became more vivid, a throbbing baroque that seemed almost mystical. Louise walked slowly to the bathroom. fancy was acutely aware of the sound of each measured, delivered step. he had the vision of a Parisian runway model crossing his mind to challenge Her beauty. Flawless skin, long legs, plump little buttocks and pointed breasts. The ruthless sway of Feminine hips that humbled men. "How could She be so cruel?" Then he heard a sound of her warm fragrant spray splashing into the water in the porcelain bowl. What torment! The spray that he had coveted for so long. The spray he would covet forever. "How delightfully vicious of You to deny me everything," he thought. "How I adore You!" "Will you help Me, fancy?" She asked returning. "I seem to be out of paper in the bathroom." She pushed Her crotch into his face. It had been his dream forever, but not like this. The rubber hood robbed him of everything; sight, smell, taste. The gag mercilessly imprisoned his tongue and lips. She toyed with him, laughed at his frustration, then turned quickly to survey the wall of punishment implements. Louse picked up a judicial bamboo punishment cane recently purchased in the Orient. It swished through the warm still air with a whirring sound that sent a cold chill down fancy's spin. The muscles in his buttocks and thighs clenched involuntarily. his hands jerked and his legs kicked feebly. "you'll never forget this whipping, darling," She said, "Never." Louise tapped his rump with the cane while Her fingers danced a ballet over Her clitoris. Her pulse and breathing quickened. Her temperature rose. She seemed frozen in time. Her mouth was gaping open, each breath tearing at Her throat. It was obvious to both of them that the first stroke would be delivered with a terrifying strength, it had to be. "Some days, this was the best way," she thought, "some days, the only way." he strained harder, pushed his buttocks out pleading for the stroke, too stupid to know what Louise and the cane were capable of doing. But She was the embodiment of the Feminine mystique. She was every Girl and every Woman he had ever lusted after. For a Catholic boy this was the only way to absolution. Confession and penance. Thwack! A searing white welt rose against the crimson background. Louise stared at the strip then whispered, perfect." For the next ten minutes they shared a special dynamic, Her need to rule, his to serve. The scene became corporal for Her, earthly and physical; spiritual for him. fancy moaned deeply as the burning strokes melted his flesh. Under the hood his face was red and wet, he couldn't tell if it was from the sweat or tears. he felt accomplished, perfectly suited for this role, naked, defenseless, subjugated. he understood what She was doing, what small part he was playing in bringing Her to sweet release. he embraced the trashing as he would a lover. Thwack! Another welt, glowing like a coal covered his rump with a remarkable intimacy that made is cock stiffen despite the divine pain. he realized how private an act this was. The rod's cut was only an extension of the soft stroke he desired from Her hand. Louise swung again and his cry was so terrifying, She clamper Her wet thighs tightly together around Her fingers for a moment to savor the thrill and enjoy the throbbing between Her legs. Thwack! he arched his back hard. Tensing his muscles till he began to tremble and sweat in a slave's sacrifice, a pagan animal offering on Her alter. She was after all a Goddess. Not the fictional Wonder Woman he had imagined, but a special breed of Woman, perfectly in tune with nature. The kind of Woman that could mesmerize a pack of wolves and make flowers bloom with a smile. Louise breathed deeply, happy with his submission, She swing even harder. Thwack! The unbearable burning made him sob so deeply his whole body shook with passion. Her nipple became hot and sore. Thwack! his shoulders shook and his thighs quivered with each delicious cut. Thwack! She paused to run a long painted fingernail over each of the perfect welts covering his bottom and could feel the blood teeming just below the surface. It was a perfect tapestry of color, a perfect background for the flag of Her Queendom. Thwack! The stripes were quickly turning from white to red to purple. The skin was almost broken, the hot blood underneath so close to the surface he could feel it pulsing. Thwack! his whole body shuddered with each sob. She had whipped him before, often, but never with such passionate intensity. he prayed he wouldn't feint before Her arm tired. he couldn't disappoint Her and he wouldn't, it would be disgraceful. Thwack! She felt a spasm as the little organ began to swell and throb. Her knees and thighs shook, She opened Her mouth wide, suddenly gasping for air. Then stepped back against the wall for support, just as Her hips went rigid. The music grew louder and more desperate, building to a crescendo, making Her move crudely. She closed Her eyes as the fingers moving rapidly, softly, demanding Her body to surrender. Louise was drenched in a warm ecstasy, lost in a flooding of pleasure. Then fancy heard the cane drop to the hard wood floor with a rattle just before the low animal noises erupted and it passed out of Her with a passionate tenderness. |