The Little Dominatrix (F/FF)

[AlexUSA3]

The Little Dominatrix
Saturday, April 06, 2019

I’m a mother and wife first. You try juggling a child while recovering from a brain tumor. Yeah, I didn't think you'd find it easy. Sometimes, you just gotta relax and have fun, though. Mary is a lot of things to me, but best friend tops them all.

“Yo!” I pick up when Mary calls me.

“Kendra, I got a bondage custom that needs your talents of domination,” Mary skips right to the business talk.

“Mary, I’m recovering still and trying to stay 90% retired for Ross and baby,” I twist her arm a bit to get more information out of her..

“It's a custom. Ashley and I are forced to worship our captor's feet and are then executed.”

“You know, Mary,” my tone changes, “I think I can work it out for a day Ross is home.”

“Ha!” she cackles, “I knew you’d change your mind,” and then she hangs up on me. That there is a summary of my best friend.

Saturday comes soon enough, and I don't dress anything fancy for it. My fuchsia bandana is tied as a kerchief. Tight jean shorts. White crew socks and canvas sneakers. A black tank-top makes a nice contrast. I stick to my guns, and damned if I don't fire them off every so often. Don't ever screw with me or my family because I will screw with you and yours. Recall the saying, “Don't mess with Momma Bear.”

I’ll be up front with you about the kerchief. You’ll see a big mass of hair coming out from under the kerchief, but reality is that it hides everything. To save my life, I needed brain surgery. They cut my skull open. That fabric square hides the big chunk of missing hair and one hell of a scar.

I’m not into this bondage stuff, but I am into four things involved in this scene. Mary, Ash, feet, and domination. I’m straight, but for $150 per hour I used to put on a strap-on and take out the trash before a pang of conscience ended that. For free, I’ll let a girl who's already tied up suffer with my feet. I’m dead serious.

Yeah, that's right. I'm a foot fetish girl, and I even once tried to make my own foot fetish videos to sell. I sucked at it, though. Playing natural just don't sell too good. Ross liked it less than the bondage, believe it or not. He said I wasn't being true to myself. Heck, he's right. Feet really do bring me pleasure, and happiness doesn't show when you're filming yourself.

Mary, Mary-Ann Voisin. She is a wild animal. The hair is a giveaway. Just look at those brown curls that are everywhere at once. Mary is equally uncontrollable in spirit. I’ll let her lay out her plan first, and then I’ll describe her outfit. Save myself describing clothes she doesn't wear. I’m not into wasting time.

The studio hosting the production of this is one where I’ve done lots of work over the years. In my pre-marital years, I was a professional model, and these guys got tons of pieces of me in the most insane bondage scenes. I’ve been hammered by a strap-on phallus some crazy number of times. I’ve hammered girls, too.

“All right, Mary; lay it on me. What's the plan?”

“It's a big lezdom torture spy adventure. It begins with Ash and I in metal bondage in cages in a variety of bondages. For the film, you'll take us out of the cage and torture us however you like, but you have to get the foot stuff in there. It's part of the scene. You’ll tie me in a water hogtie peril, and Ash will get a strangle hogtie.”

“Clothing?” I ask her. I kind of need to know this, “Will I have freedom to ad lib as I like?”

“Nothing but our underwear,” Mary smiles at me, “Ad lib as you wish. Do what you want.”

“I think we can do this,” adds Ashley.

“I’m not going out without headgear,” I gently touch that headscarf of mine. The result of that demand was a black latex catsuit and a black bandana to replace my fuchsia.

Here I am 5’0” and getting asked to dominate two girls who are both 5’7”, the irony! Let me tell you about Mary and Ash now that I know they're wearing undies. The basic fact is that when I moved out of my parents home it was to move in with Mary-Ann. Shortly after that, we took in Ashley, a girl who was in desperate need. It necessitated Mary and I shared a bedroom, but I am glad we did. Four of my best choices ever have been mentioned already. Moving in with Mary, taking in Ash, marrying Ross, and having a child with Ross.

Both girls are tall, strong, and very French. Ashley even talks like a French girl because she is a native born French girl. She’s proud of it and strives to keep her accent for personal reasons that aren’t mine to divulge. Mary’s hair is everywhere at once; Ashley’s shoots straight down to her shoulders. Both are brunettes; both have brown eyes; both have big soft tits; both have a bush I can’t believe is real because it escapes the panties. The stereotypes about hairy French girls are real with these two. They both are wearing white athletic panties and a white sports bra.

Bondage doesn’t do it for me like it does for them. Seriously, the screwing and getting screwed in bondage is foreign to me. Ashley won’t screw without bondage involved, and she won’t do it on camera anyway. Mary-Ann is the good girl, having a steady commitment to one and only one man, her husband. Ashley is a bit of a sl-t; sorry, girl, but it’s true. She’ll give and receive from girls, but she only takes from boys. It’s a job for me, but occasionally I will gladly help someone dominate another person for the rush of being in control. I like domination and submission, but not bondage. Go figure. Let’s roll the film.

“How does that feel?” I taunt Mary after securing her hands and neck in a shrew’s fiddle.

“Ask me that after I’m gagged,” she responds quite mischievously but with a fake scowl.

“Remember that you’re locked in that!” I spank her bottom quite harshly.

“Yow! You are a cruel thing!” she jumps and backs away from me.

“She gets that contraption, and I get these,” Ashley tries to look at the Irish-8 handcuffs on her arms. I put a second pair above her elbows as well. She’s stuck and knows it.

“I’ve got a 2.5 inch ball gag with your name on it, missy,” I warn her just as sternly and show her the bright red orb and its black straps.

“Hey!” she backs away in similar fashion but grimaces more fiercely than Mary, “You are truly a terrible being!”

“No, you get back here!” she can’t stop me with her arms secured behind her back.

“GUH!” she groans when the ball fills her mouth. I am not taking any chances on this one. She is trying to push her luck with me! Just because I am small doesn’t mean I am weak.

“Now, let that be a foul lesson to you not to mess with me!” I push her knees from behind.

“MMMMM!” she hits the bare concrete. I use straps to tie her legs up without any remorse. I’m in the zone of domination, and I blot out my emotional connections to her as my friend for now. I frogtie her specifically. Three straps go up each leg with utmost tightness.

“Be nice to her!” Mary growls at me, “We’re not going to tell you a damned thing!”

“Ladies, you will eventually talk, or you will die,” I declare without remorse before stuffing my first captive, Ashley into a cage that's just large enough for her to fit without threat of getting scratched.

“Mmmmmmm!” Ashley whimpers while I close and padlock that cage, and then I turn to Mary to finish tying her up.

“Look, b-tch, are you going to talk,” I roughly grab her by the hair and force her to look into my eyes. In my hand now is a big ring contraption gag.

“Go hang yourself after letting us go!” my captive friend says before I gag her with that ring, and she howls loudly into the big round thing that will not leave her mouth without my permission.

The shrew’s fiddle is great and one of the few items I enjoy. A similar style of leg iron goes on Mary’s ankles, and I push her into a bigger cage and attach a collar to her neck, solid black, with a padlock as well, and a chain goes from her neck to the top of the cage. She cannot even kneel on the floor of the cage without strangling herself.

I make my first show of superiority in this situation by leaving them to suffer for the camera. In the interim, though, boredom is not found. Instead, I am talking to Carl, the big boss of this one studio in particular. He runs the show. I’m just the grunt, the fem in the femdom of this lezdom of a straight girl and a bi girl. It’s been 10 months since any of us did anything this intense.

I used to “take out the trash,” which meant using a strap-on to invade the girl in some way; here, it is always vaginal invasion. Yeah, I know, it’s a bizarre life. It’s pretty f-cked up, actually. I’m not going to do that to Mary or Ash. Remember, the feet are what matters to me!

What does Mary-Ann mean to me? So damn much that I named my own girl Mary-Ann Yeah, I really am a softie inside. You know what? I’m itching to get to the domination, and I tap Carl’s shoulder to ask his permission to go back out on the set to do my thing. Yeah! Let’s do this. It will be some lovely breast torture for these ladies. Best part is that they’ll have fun.

“Come on out of there, you dumb b-tch!” I drag Ashley out of her cage, and she groans loudly at my actions. I roughly spank her butt cheeks to make her shriek. She watches helplessly while I effortlessly roll up her bra. Binder clips go on her tits with another shriek.

“B-tch, it’ll get worse!” I warn her. You gotta do what you gotta do. If you gotta stuff a rod in a girl to make her talk, you do it. I replace the ball gag with a penis panel gag. In truth, she likes the forced eating of the permanently erect c-ck, but she pretends. I’m pretending to be a cruel catsuit spy determined to get some information out of the girl while I’m really just a housewife and mother with a thing for domination and feet, “If you talk, I stop hurting you and your friend in the other cage.”

“GUH! UHHHHHHH!” Ashley shoots convincing daggers from her eyes. She tries to buck the dominatrix off of her. I just fondle her more strongly and enjoy the dynamic of me, the petite yet dangerous girl, controlling these two powerful brutes. Drool is all over her face.

I let go of her, step aside, and untie her legs. The same 6 straps instead tie her legs together. Oh, yeah, we’re going to work now. I just go about it like it’s a perfectly normal thing which I’m doing to her. I even add one of those big strap body harnesses with a crotch strap. It’s time for paddling, in my opinion.

“GAHHHHH!” she yells when I wallop her. Get real, Ashley; I can handle this; you’ve let real men hammer your rear; you’re just being a baby with this spanking. The only real issue with this is that I have to keep threatening her, grabbing her hair, and the like to keep her in enough pain that the viewers won’t realize she’s orgasming after a minute of me tormenting her. She is a real trooper, this girl. Lordy, do I care so much about these two.

“Will you talk?!” I ask her in as horrible of a tone as possible.

“NOOO!” she yells at me with as much anger as she can muster. I roughly yank on the strap and get a loud groan of orgasmic pain out of her before another harsh paddling. Ten spanks for her!

“F-cking moron,” I pull out and grab her by the hair, “You’re at the end of your life.” She isn’t afraid of me and snarls at me despite my domination of her, “You’ve got one last chance.”

I go over to Mary’s cage now and pull her out of it and force her down to the bare concrete as well. I go to my best friend, pull her up to my knees, and jam a phallus into her mouth through the ring gag. Yeah, I’m perhaps a bit of a sicko.

“LEH!” she groans. This puppy is small enough that it’s used on me; the entire thing fits in her mouth. In and out, with her eyes looking at me. I take a pretty violent grip of her hair so that she is in a good deal of pain if she tries to fight me in any regard. I really don’t know how I can do it except that my childhood hardened my heart. I can be heartless like this for a scene, but I cried with my friend when a broken bone hurt her so much she was crying in pain.

“So… will you talk? Tell me what I want to know? You can live as my slaves or even get to go home, or you can die? What’ll it be?” I ask while taking the ring out of Mary’s mouth, “I will negotiate. I’m a professional, and I’ve studied you for months. You can’t defeat me. I’ve got all the cards this time, and it’s a royal flush to boot.”

“No negotiations, freak!” Mary snarled before I jammed the permanently erect c-ck into her big defiant mouth. Lucky for her this c-ck never orgasmed and went flaccid. I’ll admit now that I’m a crazy girl, but I’m serious. When I dove into religion, I dove in so deep that I will not let Ross do stuff anywhere except in the baby hole. He’s such a good man that he’ll even hold it in for a 9 month break called pregnancy. I’m so naughty, still, that I’m orally r-ping my best friends for a paycheck.

“Mmmmm!” I know Mary’s grimace is natural. She doesn't engage in any sexual actions besides making babies, either, but she does bondage sex unlike me. At least, that's what I think is how it goes. You know what? Screw it. It's not important. Mary doesn't like oral sex, which I think is rooted in some aspect of her childhood that she will not divulge.

I admit that Ross, who has appeared in many scenes with me, likes bondage though. I humored him once. Since then, I stamp my feet and refuse when he suggests bringing bondage into the bedroom. It’s a no-go for me. I just don’t get it, but I understand why some like it.

Worse for Mary, she's the kind of girl who needs help to orgasm. I orgasm just from Ross doing his thing long enough even if it takes a little while; Mary needs help even while tied up though or while engaging in anything. She needs a vibrator or fondling or something that stimulates a girl to do that. Let's make Mary orgasm!

“Gahhh!” she wails when I turn on the zapping machine after putting the zappers as close to her hole as possible. I am merciless; I know this device all too well both from using it and having it used on me. Let's go, Mary! C-m on, girlfriend. That's it, my dear. C-m off it, already! You’re c-mming with Ashley to the torture chambers, right? Enough of the bad puns, “You're insane!” she says before groaning loudly.

“That should do it,” I say while Mary is collapsing in orgasm. She is really sore after that one. I know what she can take and what she dislikes. It's time to stop that before I go to the extreme of making her tap out. I ask her again, “So, hot stuff, will you divulge any information?” I only get a silent shake of her head while she breathes heavily. I take her gag out and then do the same to a very frightened Ashley. I bring their faces together with them lying on their stomachs before I remove my shoes and socks and sit down with a foot in either girl’s face.

“Lick my toes,” I say to them, “NOW!”

“You can't be serious?” Mary weakly asks me, “I won’t do it!”

“You don't get a choice, dear. You obey me, or I’ll just choke you out right now.” I know who is in command, and I am loving the power, “I said to do it!” I grab Mary by the hair and, while she is shrieking, force my foot into her mouth. Then I turn to Ash, “Cooperate, you dumb b-tch!”

Ashley quietly begins the disgusting task of worshiping my clean feet. I’m not a monster; I took a quick scrub in the sink before immediately dressing for the scene although those socks really are the ones I’ve worn all day. It's hard to resist breaking character and enjoying the feel of their lips, teeth, and tongues.

It feels so freaking good. At home, all Ross does is give me an erotic foot massage with his hand while occasionally venturing out to squeeze my thigh. That will get me in a good mood. Yes, I really am relaxing with this funny sensation. I have some friends who enjoy this, but it's neither of these two. Oh, yeah, it was after a massage, I was so giddy and giggly that I found myself on top of Ross, and, next thing I knew, we were parents. Good times.

The feel of the lips and tongues and the teeth is such an emotional high point for me in this scene that it's the perfect lead-in to what will follow. I am fingering my own crotch a little and squeeze my tits a little for some sexual relief. Ash really gets it and licks every crevice of my foot; she is aroused by this purely as humiliation despite her dislike of this action. You're naughty, Ashley. I get a lesser treatment from Mary, who finally “bites” my foot.

“Ow!” I pretend to be in agony from that, “You animal! You just sealed your fate! You!” I turn to Ashley, “Will you talk?” Notice I won’t swear at Mary? She suffered some extreme trauma I cannot get her to discuss that makes her tap out or fly into rage when people call her a “b-tch” or a “sl-t.”

“You can take any hole as many times as you like and make me clean you all day, but I am not a traitor to my land!” her accent is so charming, “You will have to kill me, you pathetic b-tch!”

“Then I will, you snakes!” I roll each onto her back and break the script now, jamming one of my socks in their mouths before wrapping them up in black wide electrical tape, my favorite tape of all. I crush them like you wouldn't believe I could. Then I go back to the foot biter.

“Agh!” Mary wasn't expecting me to grab her by the hair, and I twist the clamps without mercy. I feed off of her screams, but she is fully on board with this. This time, it's freaking easy to make her orgasm. She is an interesting person that I prize like no other, and I give her a kiss on the lips that looks lesbian to the viewers but really is a token of friendship. To keep it neutral, I go over to Ashley and repeat the action.

Now is time for the cruelty. Wire. I act like I am infuriated with Mary’s action to the extent that I cannot see straight any more. I slowly replace their bonds with bondage wire. I wire their arms up like sausage, and I do the same with their legs. Little bits tie their toes, Heavy, tight, detailed harnesses thrust their tits out. A wire around their waist also passes through their crotches with a concentrated effort to make sure I pass between the lips of their baby slots. I tied their arms four times, their upper legs three times, and their lower legs four times. “Suffer!” I walk off camera.

“Carl,” I say to the lead man out of view, “I really want to spank them.” Of course I get a green light to do that. I return my favorite paddle, one made out of the wood of the tree that produces my favorite fruit, cherry. I decide to watch them for a while, though, to see what happens to my squealing beauties in distress. I show them the paddle and get nods of approval.

Ashley is incredible to watch struggle in bondage. She can be so thoughtful in her actions. She looks around a room and tries to find something that she can use to escape . She rolls over onto her back, rolls back, and rapidly rolls forward to springboard onto her feet. She hops over to her friend and tries to help her up, but Ashley is pulled down by mistake and lets out a shriek that I can never forget.

Not one to surrender, Ashley repeats her springboard maneuver and stands up again, and she tries to get Mary off the floor by offering a bound hand to her fellow prisoner. This time it works. It's time for me to return because they're slowly hopping to the escape route. I appear on camera in a silent saunter behind them, grabbing them by the hair.

“Stupid c-m sl-ts!” I evoke a shriek from each of them, “Let's go!” I force them to hop over to a wall and push them against it, tits first, which twists the clamps for a lovely shriek. Ash is on the left, and Mary on the right. Two girls, four cheeks going 1-2-3-4, one paddle. A lovely number of combos there, yeah? 1-3-2-4. 3-2-4-1. 4-1-2-3. 1-4-2-3. And so forth. I mercilessly go at it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Gahhh!” and “EEKKKK!” are musical cries indeed. The cracking of the wood off a naked butt is a sensation to experience both as a captive and a captor, and I am enjoying the free reign that I have here at this studio to make a scene come to life. Something in it is all too bothersome. It's a foreign feeling to not have a detectable high from this despite enjoying it. I realize that I’m at the point where my faith is interfering with my ability to do scenes like this, and I feel it in them.

I know in my heart this is the end of me doing this in such a scene. It's a scene for money, but I feel like I am cheating on Ross. I’ve got Ashley bent over and orgasming while she struggles to hide some element of pleasure, but it's time to call this one quits. I’ll do scenes once in a while, but from now on I will not do anything like this. I like doing the scenes Mary makes at her own studio and that are made at Tied After Class, the studio where I made my debut. It’s a secret at the moment, but we’re all feeling the same way about this.

It's now time to “execute” Ashley.

“Will you surrender? You want to live, right?” I grab Ashley with a confident smirk on my face to hide my deep regret over what I just did.

“Mmm h-ck rrthlpf!” she maintains her defiance, and now it is time. I force her to the floor just as I did before, pushing her knees out. The rope goes around her neck to make the noose of sorts that will suffocate her. It is a quick process, wrapping through her ankles and to the noose again and pulling it tight. I make it tight enough that it will be a quicker process, maybe 10-12 minutes tops.

“In 2 minutes, you'll die,” we always announce a time that is less than expected.

Ashley struggles in her bondage and shrieks a lot. Her eyes are wide with arousal, though, since she adores this torture. I grab Mary by the hair and force her to watch her partner's demise. In a short time, Ashley begins playing dead, and the camera turns to focus on us so that Carl can be at Ashley's side to take care of her needs. Sometimes she wants a slow measured release so she can enjoy the bondage and the gag a little longer; other times she's tapping out.

Into the bathroom I march Mary. I force her into the tub and use a wire to hogtie her viciously. I am not backing down now, and I connect her ankles and elbows. The drain is closed, and I turn on the water. I just know it's a matter of time; Mary will not “die” in this scene for sure. She can take a lot, but water peril I know she cannot handle. She tries every 3 months or so, but trauma’s not an easy enemy to vanquish. She tries so hard; again, I think someone hurt her as a youth.

I wait knowing it's a matter of time, and I kneel by the tub. “This is it. No return. I don't care if you say you’ll talk. Die.” I watch the water filling up. Mary’s eyes are wide. Her breath is now labored. Her asthma will kick in soon, from the stress. It is wet in there. The water level now is at her chin… her lips… then…

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKK!” I open the drain and turn off the water.

Mary is now in hysterics. She thrashes and shrieks like that. She doesn't respond when I talk to her or even after I remote the gag. Tears roll down her cheeks. It is a taboo topic, and Mary will not tell even me or her husband why she has this particular fear. She has broken again, and some part of me wants to see her conquer this fear while another wishes she'd quit trying.

“Is she all right?” a naked Ashley weakly asks me with concern. She hopped over while still tied up. She loves Mary much like I do.

“Yeah, she'll be fine, won't you, Mary?” I ask my friend. I am rapidly untying her with help from the cameraman. I’m worried about her too, but I know that she needs some time.

“Yeah, yeah…,” Mary is exhausted, “I just want some food. And I don't mean Kendra's socks or toes.”

“Awww, I liked feeding you those snacks. Wasn't it good?” I undo the last wire.

“It was awful and humiliating, but I can take it,” she struggles to get up, “Kendra, help me clean up.” She is embarrassed by her weakness, but I adore the humanity. Mary is precious in many ways.

“I’ll help,” because that's just what friends do, “I’ve made a decision. I’m done with filming this kind of scene. I like the soft stuff you make, the fantasies of pirates and nurses and cops. Ross and I are married. In personal moments, I will give it a little thought, but not for cameras.”

“All right,” she smiles, “I accept it. Ash and I need to shower. If we go upstairs, we can share the big master shower. I can’t do this anymore. I’m married, and I’m Catholic. It was a custom, but it made me uncomfortable. The customer wanted strap-on stuff, but you know I never let any of you do that to me except at home. Ashley did it, what, three or four times, all with you? The camera spent too much time on our crotches for my comfort. Yeah, it’s over for us with this.”

“I agree,” Ashley sighed, “It feels good, but it’s only fine in private.”

Yes, Ash, Mary, and I take a shower together. So what? We have fun splashing around in there and helping scrub each other up. It is a fun way to end a day of hard work. Intense work from a psychological perspective. Mary tapped out after all. She needs fun and care.

I love Mary and Ashley. I hope you love them, too, after getting to read stories like this one. I am grateful for you coming along, and I’ll see you around sometime.

THE END

[hafnermg]

Trauma is not easy and different for every person. Great story!!

[AlexUSA3]

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No one really commented on this one except @hafnermg. What did y'all think of Kendra's narrative? Whose do you prefer? Hers, or Mary-Ann's? Or do you prefer a story narrated by the one on top vs. one narrated by the girl on the bottom?

[hafnermg]

I liked Kendra's narrativeA! I don't remember Mary-Anns, I'll have to go back and read! Personally I like the perspective of the one on the bottom best.

[LunaDog]

Like a lot of weeks, this week i've been away on business ( servicing a Diesel fuel test machine at a refinery near to Vienna,) without access to this site until last night. So, i've only just caught up with this story, and i'm glad i have because it IS good, and has been a pleasure to read.

As for who tells the tale, as far as work by others is concerned i don't mind at all IF the story that is told is told well. Many of the stories here are told in the 'third' person narrative, i.e. not told directly by one of the characters themself, and i don't have any problem with that.

As for my own efforts, they tend to be F/M tales and are usually told by the male captive. But, if that's the way i prefer to work, doesn't mean i think EVERYBODY should do it that way.