Secret Domme – Chapter 4

Welcome back to find out what’s going on with our resident Domme! If you missed the start to this story, make sure to check it out! ~Jayden


Chapter 4

“Well, now,” I said, pulling my finger out of his ass. It actually looked clean, but I continued, “what am I going to do with this nasty thing?”

“I’ll clean it for you, if you like, Mistress.”

“Yes, do that,” I said, and I walked around to his front again. He sucked on my finger like he had before, though this time, I could see that he was getting into it more. He was moaning and almost thrusting his hips as he sucked. “Do you like tasting your own ass on my finger, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said around my finger.

“Good,” I said. “It really drives home the point how much of a fucking disgusting, dirty little bitch you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I took my finger out of his mouth and continued inspecting him, working my way around his body, fondling his balls, slowly stroking his cock, which was rock hard, of course.

I looked up into his eyes as I squeezed his cock in my hand. He whimpered, but he didn’t move. Then I slipped my hand back down to his balls and squeezed them. He whimpered more, and I felt his body falter.

“Does that hurt, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I squeezed harder, letting my nails dig in. “Your balls feel full. Are they?”

“Yes, Mistress. I haven’t cum since you told me I couldn’t.”

“And how many days has it been?” I asked. I remembered, but I wondered how accurate he would be.

“Five days, Mistress.”

“Is that the longest you’ve let your balls fill up?”

“In a long time, yes, Mistress.”

I squeezed them again. “I bet they’re aching for release.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well, let’s make them ache for another reason then.”

He looked at me with wide eyes, but he didn’t try to close his legs or get away from me.

“Get back on your knees. Legs apart,” I said.

He knelt on the carpet, and I pressed my foot up against his balls. I had to balance a little bit to do it, but I managed to put some decent pressure on them until he was whimpering.

“Hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

His hair was just long enough that I could grab him and direct his face. I pulled it so that he was looking up at me. “I’m going to kick you in the balls,” I said.

He whimpered more, but he kept his hands behind his back and his legs spread.

“Are you going to cause any trouble for me when I kick you, bitch?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. He was considerably larger and stronger than me, and it wouldn’t be good if he tried to stop me.

“Yes, Mistress. But you’re welcome to tie me up if you want to be sure.”

“Of course I can tie you up, but I want to be able to kick you in the balls kneeling here in my hallway without having to go through the trouble.”

“You can, Mistress. I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

I looked down at his cock, sliding my foot along his soft skin. I felt the precum at the tip. “My, my,” I said, “someone is a bit turned on.”

“Yes, Mistress. I’m very turned on.”

“Good. Remember that,” I said, and then I kicked him square in the balls.

He almost doubled over in pain, groaning and whimpering.

I stepped back, “It’s fine. You can fall over and cry if you need to, fucking pathetic bitch.”

He did, and I wasn’t sure if that was an exaggeration or if it really had hurt that much. And I realized that I hoped that it did hurt that much. Not only did it not bother me that I had put him in that amount of pain, but it gave me some kind of satisfaction. He had humiliated me, and now I was getting a bit of revenge. And he was literally asking for it. He would even let me restrain him while I beat the shit out of him, and then he’d thank me for it. Or at least, that’s what he said he would do.


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