Secret Domme – Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

“You want me to lick my cum out of your ass, Mistress?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“But, Mistress, I haven’t… I don’t know…”

I stopped fucking him for a moment and leaned down, putting my hand on his throat, “You are going to fuck my ass until you cum, and then you are going to lick your cum out of my ass. And then you’re going to thank me for it. Understand, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his voice coming out choked with my hand on his throat.

“Good boy.”

I began to move on him again, letting his throat go. He thrust against me, and I felt his grip on my hips tightening as we went.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now bitch. Cum now.”

It wasn’t instantaneous, but it was close. I felt it so much better in my ass. It felt very full and very hot. I ground down onto his cock as he came, pumping his cock as long as I could.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

When he was done cleaning me off, I said, “Do you think you could cum one more time for me?”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Get up on your knees.”

He did, and I went over to the dresser and picked up the paddle. I brought it over to the bed and ran it along his ass cheeks. He shuddered a little, and I was concerned that he was going to start wiggling.

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I knew that I was asking a lot and that he would eventually start moving if I hurt him enough, but I wanted him to do his best to stay still so I didn’t unintentionally hit him somewhere I shouldn’t.

I swung the paddle down on his ass, and his body rocked, but otherwise, he stayed still. I hit him with the paddle about ten times on each side before giving him a short break. I slid it across his ass gently, moving it along his skin. He was trembling. And then I slid it between his legs and pressed it up against his balls.

He whimpered.

I tapped his balls gently. “No, Mistress, please, don’t,” he cried, but he was careful not to move.

The more he whined, the harder I hit him.

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Secret Domme – Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

“Get up,” I said.

He blinked a couple of times and rolled off of me.

“Are your balls nice and empty now?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he said.

“Are they really?” I asked, “Or could you go again?”

He shrugged. “I could probably go again in a few minutes.”

“Good,” I said, “lick your cum out of me while we wait.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see the desire in his eyes. He crawled down between my legs and started licking my pussy. He focused a little bit on my clit, and then worked his way down to my hole, where his cum dripped out of me. He licked and swallowed, licked more and swallowed more.

“Make me cum,” I said, and he went back to my clit and started to play with it with his tongue. “Harder,” I said, and I pressed his face into my cunt with my hand. “That’s better,” I said when the pressure increased enough that I could really feel it.

When he was getting me close, I started thrusting my hips against his face until I came, screaming and pressing his face into my pussy harder. He rode my orgasm with me, not trying to pull away or fight me at all. I was sure he could if he wanted to, but he was smart not to.

I lay on the bed, breathing heavily when he was done. He went back to licking my slit and making sure all of his cum was cleaned up. “Good boy,” I said. “How do you like eating your own cum out of Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, only taking his mouth off of me long enough to say the words, and then he dove back in.

“Good,” I said. “It’s much more convenient for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said before going back for more.

“That’s enough, bitch. I know you’re desperate to have your mouth on me, but I’m pretty sure I’m dirtier from you licking me than you fucking me.”

He blushed slightly and looked down, and I could tell he liked being insulted.

“Get up on your knees and jerk off,” I said.

“Am I going to be allowed to cum, Mistress?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, “you’re going to cum all over my stomach and chest.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could see him stroking faster.

“And then you’re going to lick it off.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and I could hear his breath coming short as he jerked off as quickly as he could.

“That’s a good boy. Cum for your Mistress. I know you’re just a pathetic little bitch, but I know you can cum for me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and it sounded like he was so used to saying it that it just rolled off his tongue.

“Good boy,” I praised again. I reached out to gently fondle his balls, and he flinched when I touched them. But I wasn’t doing anything that would hurt him. Not right then, anyway.

It didn’t take too long before he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good, don’t miss. I’ll make you lick it off the bed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he slowed his strokes so that he was able to aim most effectively. He managed to get it all on my chest and stomach. I was suitably impressed.

“That was pretty good,” I said.

“Thank you, Mistress. I have a lot of practice masturbating.”

I chuckled. “That’s fine. You won’t need to masturbate much anymore.”

“I won’t, Mistress?”

“Nope.”

“But I’m only going to be seeing you once every two weeks.”

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

He blinked at me a few times as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off the cum that had pooled on his fingers.

“Go ahead and lick up your mess, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he leaned down and started licking the cum off my body.


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Secret Domme – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

I set my phone down before I circled back to stand in front of him.

Kody looked up at me, choosing his words carefully. “I want to say that I hate it, Mistress, that it’s unfair. But you can see my body’s reaction. You would know I was lying.”

“Even though you’re a little bitch with a small cock, you aren’t stupid enough to lie to me. I’m glad for that.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

We hadn’t even made it into the bedroom yet. I decided it was about time to get some toys involved.

“Crawl,” I said as I moved into the bedroom.

He crawled behind me, not moving very quickly. I didn’t give him a hard time this time.

“Get up on the bed,” I said.

He climbed up on the tall bed. “Oh, it’s so soft,” he murmured to himself.

I smiled. “It’s a great bed. Very comfortable.”

He smiled back at me.

I started with a butt plug. I brought it over to him and told him to open his mouth. He did, and I slipped the small plug in. “Get it nice and lubed up, bitch. It’s going in your ass in about 60 seconds.”

I could see him give it a more loving treatment like he had my finger, and when I pulled it out of his mouth, it was indeed lubricated.

“Give me your ass,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, and he rolled onto his hands and knees, putting his ass in my direction.

I pressed the tip of the butt plug against his hole, and I could see that his body was resistant to it. I had to push pretty hard to get it in, and by the time it popped in over the hump near the base, he had let his upper body rest on the bed so he could moan into the mattress.

When I was confident the plug wasn’t going anywhere, I gave him two light taps on each ass cheek, and he turned and looked at me. “Mistress?” he whimpered.

“Sit up.”

He turned around and sat up, wiggling his ass to try to get comfortable as he sat down on the bed.

I climbed up onto the bed and examined the bite marks I’d left. Some faint bruises were coming in nicely already. I ran my fingers along his skin, and he moaned softly. “How does it feel to be all marked up for your Mistress?”

“I love it,” he said, smiling up at me.

I wanted to get his cock cage onto him before he left, but I wanted to make sure I allowed him to cum before I locked him up since it was his first time in a cage. “Would you like to fuck me, bitch?” I asked.

“If that pleases you, Mistress.”

“It does,” I said.

“Then, of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

I lay down on the bed and let him climb on top of me. He fumbled a little trying to line things up properly, but he got it. The first time is always a little bit awkward, but we managed to get a rhythm going after a few minutes. He was grunting a lot. “How does that plug feel in your ass while you fuck me, little bitch?”

“It feels amazing, Mistress.”

I reached around him and managed to press on the plug just a little bit.

He groaned loudly, “Mistress, oh god!”

“Fuck me harder. Your cock is so small, I can barely feel it.” He started thrusting harder, trying to do what I told him. The reality was that he wasn’t that small. He was about average, but it was amusing to make fun of him.

“Mistress, I’m trying,” he grunted. It wasn’t much longer until he said, “Mistress, I’m going to cum.”

“Good,” I said. “That was the point.”

“Oh god, Mistress, my balls are so full.”

“Of course they are, baby. You kept them nice and full for your Mistress. Fill my pussy with cum. Go ahead.”

He groaned and nearly collapsed on top of me when he came. His rhythm altered a little as he orgasmed, and I could feel the cum flowing deep inside me. I stroked the back of his neck as he lay on top of me.

“That’s a good boy,” I murmured. “Good boy.”


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Secret Domme – Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

I watched him writhing on the ground in pain, and all I felt was satisfaction that I had hurt him. This could be a dangerous slippery slope if I let it. I knew I would have to try to be sure I was being a responsible Domme.

“Okay, that’s enough bitch. Get back up on your knees.”

He whimpered as he got up onto his knees again.

“Spread your legs. Mistress should always have access to your pathetic cock and balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled as he widened his legs.

I stood in front of him. “Look up at me.” He did. And I kicked his balls again. I didn’t kick that hard, but after the last kick, it was hard enough that he doubled over involuntarily. “Did I say you could look away from me?”

“No, Mistress. I’m sorry,” he said, and he struggled to get back up into the same position. I was glad to see he had his legs spread for me this time.

“Good boy,” I said. I got down on my knees so I could reach his cock and balls. His cock was soft, and he winced when I gently touched his balls. “Aww, your little cock is soft. Are you not enjoying this treatment from Mistress?”

“No, Mistress, I’m enjoying it very much.”

“Pathetic,” I said. “You are so desperate for attention that you don’t care if I kick you in the balls 100 times, you’d still come back for more.”

He whimpered. “Please don’t kick me 100 times, Mistress.”

“But would you come back if I did?” I asked.

He knelt on the floor, looking up at me, and said, “Yes, Mistress. If you want to kick me 100 times, I’ll do my best to keep in position.”

As we talked about it, I watched his cock twitch and get hard. I shook my head mockingly, “You are such a pathetic bitch that your cock is getting hard talking about me kicking you in the balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, and he blushed a little.

I smiled as I stood. “Don’t worry. I like that you’re a pathetic little bitch.”

He smiled back at me and kept his eyes glued to my face.

I circled his kneeling form and came around behind him. “So,” I said, changing the subject, “you said your wife doesn’t like to touch you?”

“No, Mistress. Not sexually.”

“And you said that she’s okay with you getting your needs met with me.”

“That’s right, Mistress.”

“But she doesn’t really want to see evidence of the abuse you suffer.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You know I don’t really care, though, right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“When you’re here, you’re mine. She can have you back. I don’t want you. But I’m not holding myself back because she can’t handle it.”

“I know, Mistress.”

“And you’re okay with that.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I thought about it for a moment and then said, “Are you going to flaunt the marks I leave or are you going to try to hide them from her?”

He hesitated before he responded, and then he said, “I guess that depends on if you give me instructions, Mistress.”

“And if I leave it up to you?”

“I won’t flaunt them.”

I noticed that he didn’t say that he would hide them, either. I leaned in close to his ear, “Does it turn you on to think that she might see my teeth marks in your body, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” I said. “I like it, too.”

I bit down on his neck, making sure to suck lightly as I did. As I started to suck harder, he moaned. Then I let go and repeated the process down the back of his shoulder, making sure to leave some nice teeth marks and hickeys. He moaned whenever my teeth sunk into his flesh.

“Look at those pretty marks,” I said. I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures. He still had his arms behind his back, and his wedding ring was clearly visible in some of the photos. “Oh, I bet your wife would love these pictures.”

His head snapped around as he looked at me. I smiled coyly at him. He had no idea I’d taken the pictures. “Why are you taking pictures of me?” he asked and then quickly added, “Mistress.”

I smirked. He hadn’t asked me to take pictures of him, but he had listed blackmail as a kink. I circled around to stand in front of him. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Mistress.”

“And shouldn’t I be able to take pictures of my toy anytime I want?”

“Yes, Mistress. But what are you going to do with them?” I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Whatever I want. You’re my property. I can do whatever I want with you and my pictures of you. How does that make you feel, slut?”

I watched his throat work at swallowing, but he was staring at me like he couldn’t breathe.


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Secret Domme – Chapter 4

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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.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

After many conversations and negotiations about boundaries, STI tests, guidelines, and preferences, I was finally meeting with Kody for the first time. He had offered to pay for a hotel room, but I was more comfortable in my own apartment. Plus, it was a ground-floor apartment, and there weren’t any other apartments wall to wall with mine, so if I made him scream, it wouldn’t be easy for someone else to hear.

Kody: I’ll be over as soon as I get the kids to bed.
Me: When is that?
Kody: Bedtime is at 8.
Me: Okay.

It was already 7:30, and I spent half an hour going over every detail of the apartment. Were there dishes in the sink? Did I need to vacuum? Had my cat knocked over her food bowl? In the end, I would never be fully satisfied, and I questioned for the 50th time if inviting him into my apartment was the right way to do this.

But having the toys laid out on the dresser the way I liked them was definitely a benefit to being in my own space. And when he arrived, I found that I was able to get into the right mindset. Finally.

As soon as the door closed, he was on his knees in the entryway, just as I had instructed him.

“Mistress,” he said, looking up at me. Standing, he was almost a foot taller than me, but kneeling, I got to tower over him.

I smirked down at him, “What do you want?” I asked, putting as much disdain into my voice as I could manage.

“Use me, Mistress. I want to please you.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

“You know, Jenna,” he said when I walked into the restaurant, “if you were going to blackmail me for dinner, I would have expected at least a high-end chain restaurant, if not something actually fancy.”

“Hi, Kody,” I said, “I wasn’t trying to blackmail you into anything.”

“Pity,” he said, and he gave me that same smirk I remembered from all those years ago. Damn, it was still hot.

He went up to the host stand and got us a table.

“After you,” he said, gesturing for me to go ahead of him.

I chose the side of the table that afforded me a view of the room, and he didn’t protest. He slid into the booth opposite me and picked up the menu. I did the same, hiding behind it. I knew what I wanted the moment I’d picked the restaurant.

“What’s good here?” he asked.

“I like their French toast,” I said.

He put the menu down. “Jenna, I’m going to start by saying that my wife knows I’m here, and she knows that I’m meeting you.”

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Secret Domme – Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

I am not in love with him. I have known Kody for almost two decades. He dated my friend in high school, and I had such a huge crush on him. When they broke up, I was even more enamored. I know, I know. You aren’t supposed to date your friend’s ex-boyfriend, but the thing was that she and I weren’t very close, and I don’t think she would have cared anyway. In any case, he wasn’t interested in me, and my memory of the whole situation was that it was pretty embarrassing, so I try not to think about it.

Anyway, after about fifteen years, we ran into each other at the grocery store, and he was very nice to me. I gave an awkward smile and thought I would just keep walking, but he actually flagged me down to have a conversation. He said that it would be fun to reminisce about high school together sometime and that we should hang out. But of course, neither of us offered the other their phone number, so nothing happened.

Until a month later when he found me on Facebook and sent me a friend request. “Why not?” I thought. What was the harm in being social media friends? How many of those did I have who I literally never interacted with? Many, was the answer.

I did take a few minutes and Facebook-stalk him, though.

He was married. That was surprising.

And he had three kids. Wow.

And he was living ten minutes away from me. (I mean, I didn’t google his exact address, but the small towns were close together…)

The Facebook message popped up as I was scrolling through old pictures of him and his wife and kids. The timing surprised me so much that I jumped and actually yelped out loud.

Kody: Hey
Me: Hi
Kody: It was good running into you that time.
Me: Sure.

I was seriously wondering why he was messaging me and why he had asked if I wanted to hang out.

Kody: Can I be honest with you?
Me: Uh, sure.
Kody: I saw your profile on Fetlife.
Me: What do you mean?
Kody: I know you have a profile on Fetlife, and I found it a few months back.
Me: If you found a profile for someone you thought was me, why didn’t you message me?
Me: I mean them. Why didn’t you message them?
Kody: I don’t know. I just didn’t think that such a lovely dominant woman would be interested in a lowly bitch like me.
Me: A…lowly…bitch…?
Kody: Come on, Jenna, you know the profile is yours, and you know that you like to dominate men like me.

Okay, he was right. I did like to dominate men, but married men? Ehhh. That seemed like a stretch, even for me.

Kody: Listen, I think we should get together.
Me: I don’t know, Kody.
Kody: Please? I’ll do whatever you want.

I raised one eyebrow and typed…

Me: Okay. Cut off your balls and eat them, and I’ll go out with you.
Kody: [Wide eyed emoji]
Me: I’m kidding, Kody.
Kody: …
Me: KODY
Kody: Please, Jenna, let me buy you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk. I promise I won’t be creepy or whatever. You name the place and time, and I’ll be there.

I looked at my watch. It was just after six on a Friday, and I had no plans for the whole weekend. It was a little depressing, honestly.

Me: Fine, I’ll make you a deal.
Kody: Go ahead.
Me: I’ll meet you now if you buy me dinner.
Kody: Sold. Name the place. Give me an hour.

I picked my favorite diner that was only a few minutes away from my apartment and then spent the next 45 minutes freaking out. What was I doing? Why was I going out to eat with a married man? It wasn’t a date, though, so it was okay, right? And anyway, what the hell did he want from me?


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