Temple of Domina: Just Kidnap Him Already (F/M, F/M)

[ZTVFemdomtales]

October 1, 2021

A small crowd, mostly college students, gathered in the even smaller bookstore. All were gathered for a book signing. It was the first such event the store had been able to hold since the pandemic began. It was the first Wendy Carver and Michael Booker too. The two students didn’t know each other. They just happened to be at the same place at the same time. Both would leave the store that night with their lives forever changed.

It all had to do with a book. A book the little store would never promote if these weren’t so desperate times. This was a signing for Just Kidnap Him Already: Living Your True Life in the Service of the Goddess Domina by Katrina Bolter. Miss Bolter had been making a name for herself with her podcast and YouTube channel “Just Kidnap Him Already” over the last five years or so. Her controversial views were starting to find a footing. Tonight, would be her first public event.

She stepped out from behind the shelves behind her little table for a grand entrance. It certainly worked on her assembled crowd. She often had that effect on a crowd. How could she not?

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The stunning black woman had legs that seemed to go on forever. Her hips were wide and supported a stunning ass. Tonight, those hips were covered in cut off blue jean shorts over high heeled cowboy boots. Her bare midriff showed off her impressive abs. Her black babydoll tee struggled to hold in her massive breasts. A cowboy hat completed the look, sitting atop her wavy brown hair.

“Howdy!” she said in her trademark exuberant Texan accent.

A handful of people politely responded.

“I’m glad y’all could make it out tonight. I’m even glader you came here to buy my book or have bought it and brought it here for little ol’ me to sign. It’s mighty brave of ya. I know what people call me. The people who even know I exist that is. I’m the crazy femdom bitch. Wanna hear a secret? They’re right.

“I have to be crazy to be doing this, putting myself out there like this. It’s not like I asked for any of this. Five years ago, I was nothing more than a receptionist at a dentist office no bigger than this store here. I was lost. I had a hole in my life and nothing to fill it with. I knew what I thought I wanted to fill it with. I wanted the cute guy from the nearby law firm who came in for checkups. Oh baby, I was into him something fierce. I mean, he did look like the cowboy off the cover of a romance novel so I had to be, right?”

There was a little laughter.

“One day, I decided to play hooky. I just wandered around town looking for something to do. I ended up at the museum. It just so happened they were hosting a traveling exhibit all about the Domina stones. Now, pardon me if I get some of the spiel wrong, it has been five years after all.

“Fifty years ago, a stash of carved stones was found in a cave on the Greek island of Kyriarchia. They belonged to what researchers now believe was a cult that worshipped an obscure and ancient sex goddess called Domina. They practiced elaborate sexual rituals and lived their lives by one principle: if you want it, take it.

“You see this cult was unique amongst ancient sex cults. Domina taught the power of female sexuality. It was her gift to women, and nothing should get in the way. It was a woman’s divine right to have as many lovers as she wanted. To have any lover she wanted. She was the dominate sex. That’s right, this cult practiced female domination. They took any man or submissive woman they wanted as their love slaves.

“As I read all this on the plaques something dripped onto my hand. I looked up and saw what looked like wet clay seeping from one of the stones. One of the plaques had mentioned that the cult believed Domina shaped the world from a magic clay and could use it to enact her will. As I watched the Clay sunk into my skin. It was then I had a vision. I was naked in a sea of clay as Domina came to me and the two of us made passionate love. She told me to spread her word: about the glory of a world where femdom was the norm. I told her I couldn’t, I couldn’t lead anything. I couldn’t even get myself to ask out a guy I liked. It was then she said the four words that changed my life forever.

“Just kidnap him already.”



She went on for another half an hour before sitting down to start signing the books. All through out this Wendy Carver listened with rapt attention.

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The short, curvaceous brunette could have any man she wanted. Except for one. Peter Sanders. The shy nerd in her chemistry class clearly liked her. He did whatever she asked, bent over backwards to really. She often caught him looking at her, checking her out, when he thought she wasn’t looking. Yet, whenever she pushed him, he would shut down and focus on work. It drove her crazy.

As Bolter told her story, her mind began to drift back to him. If they had lived back then he wouldn’t have been able to deny her like he had. She would have just dragged his ass back to her… house, they had houses back then right(?) and had her way with him. The more she played this over and over again in her head she was surprised to find herself more and more turned on. That’s when she heard her say it.

“Just kidnap him already.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Wendy almost ran out of the bookstore and into her car. It was a short drive back to the dorms. Peter had let slip which he lived in during class one day. She pounded on the door until he answered half-asleep wearing nothing but his boxers. He had been asleep at this early hour? God, he was such a nerd.

“Wha?”

She grabbed him in a powerful kiss. That woke him the fuck up.

“Wendy? What… what’s going on?”

She grabbed his arm and started dragging him out to her car.

“Wendy! I’m not dressed! My door’s wide open! Where are we going?!”

“Home.”

A couple of hours later Wendy sat up in bed reading Bolter’s book again. Peter lay next to her, out like a light. The multiple orgasms she had forced from him had taken their toll. She had ripped his boxers off as soon as she got him into the apartment so now all her wore was the pair of fuzzy cuffs that secured his hands to her headboard. He looked so cute lying there. That was bad news for him. There was no way she could ever let him go now. As she read more about Domina’s teachings she thought to herself this was a religion she could get into.



Michael Booker watched Miss Bolter with a massive hardon hidden ‘carefully’ by his crossed legs. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. All this talk about female domination was really speaking to him. There had been this feeling he’d had all his life. One he couldn’t explain. He felt this deep need to do whatever a woman told him. He just wanted to please them. He wanted to be wrapped in their affection. He wanted it so bad but that wasn’t how men were supposed to think.

Yet here was this sexy woman telling him not only was it ok, but it was also divinely ordained. He would have done anything for this woman. He would willingly serve her all day every day if she would let him. He made sure to be last one in line to get the copy he had just bought signed. Finally, it was his turn.

“Can… can I ask you something?” he asked timidly.

“Of course, Sugar.”

Something about the pet name made him weak in the knees.

“Did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Kidnap that guy you liked.”

“No.”

“No?”

“A woman must respect the love of another woman. He had a fiancé who loved him very deeply. I could not take him away from her, doing so would violate Domina’s teachings. As would taking a man without a submissive heart. That would be about control, not love.”

“Oh. Does it always have to be taking?”

“What do you mean?”

“Can I guy give himself to a woman? According to Domina, I mean.”

“Ah, yes. Surrender is the purest expression of love a submissive, man or woman, can give. It means you trust them enough to care for you. It is a sacred act that can never be revoked if accepted.”

“So, I guess that requires a lot of dating then.”

“Not at all. It is advised of course. There is another way. We believe in reincarnation. Lovers are reborn and find each other through the generations. When they do they’re bond is unbreakable once more.”

“How do you know?”

“We test it with the Clay.”

She pulled on the necklace he had failed to notice before and a small bottle on the end popped out of her cleavage. She opened it and poured a little wet Clay into his hand.

“Nothing’s happening.”

“It takes two for the test to work.”

She took his hand, Clay included, into her hand. His mind was filled with visions. It was the two of them throughout history. They were always naked, always making love. He was always bound. She was always holding him close. The vision ended.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, we are soulmates.”

He smiled broadly.

“Then I surrender myself to you for all of eternity.”

“I accept.”

She then took his hand and led him out of the store into his new life.



About four people in all converted to Domina that night. Not a large number. Those people, however, would spread the word online. A new movement was just starting. One that would grow. One that would bring to those who accepted it the divine love of female domination.

[LunaDog]

One that would bring to those who accepted it the divine love of female domination.

Such a ''divine' world, indeed!