I never thought I’d be here, knees spread on a black leather chaise in The Velvet Cellar—this underground club that reeks of sweat, smoke, and raw power. Raven checks her watch, all sleek latex and attitude. “You’re late, Leo. One rule in Femdom: time is control. You respect time, or I’ll teach you to.” Her voice is velvet coated in steel. I gulp.
She’s got this throne in the center of the room, iron and leather. Cuffs hang from the arms. A crop rests against one leg like it’s part of her body. Her collar reads Alpha Dominatrix, and she flicks her tongue at me, licking her lips slow. “Strip. I want to see you raw.” My hands shake peeling the shirt off, revealing a chiseled torso I usually flex at the gym. Here? It’s just meat for the master.
“Kneel.” Her boot presses into my chest, cool and firm. “You’re not kneeling for respect. You’re groveling. Got it?” I nod. Her fingers run down my neck, cold latex on my throat. “Say it.”
“I’m begging for your punishment,” I choke out.
Her laugh sends a shiver down my spine. “Loud enough?” she yells at the bouncer nearby. He grins back, not stopping to watch. Good. Raven wants my humiliation all to herself.
She hands me a wooden paddle, testing warm in my hands. “Swat my thigh,” she orders. I hesitate. She stomps her foot on my balls—just enough to gasp. “You think this is about fun, Leo? It’s about obedience. Make me feel power.”
The first hit makes the air crackle. Her grin widens. “Again. Harder.” I swing faster, the wood stinging her skin, my wrist aching. But she’s not flinching—she’s enjoying every thud of my desperation. By the tenth strike, she’s breathing heavy, her latex glistening with sweat.
“Enough.” She grabs my collar, yanking me forward until our noses touch. “Now you kneel while I remind you who’s in charge.” She drags a cane down my spine, each flick sparking a stinging burn. “Count.”
“One.” My voice sounds broken already.
She smacks the curve of the cane across my shoulders, sharp and unrelenting. “Louder when I hit you.”
“Five!” I yell when the next strike lands over my butt.
“Good. You’ll last three minutes before breaking.” Her whisper is in my ear, her free hand tying my wrists behind my back with a cord. “I love it when they fight to stay strong.”
She shifts the cane to my calves, higher, dragging it up the back of my knees. The thud resonates in my balls, making my cock twitch. “You’re supposed to punish me,” I mutter.
“I’m teaching you to want it.” She slams the cane flat across my ass again and again, each hit pushing me deeper into the floor. My breaths turn into sobs, but she’s not done. She pulls me up, shoves my face into her thighs, and the soaked silk of her thong is inches from my tongue.
“Suck,” she barks. I taste her, sweet and wild, and her cum spurts down my chin before I even realize she caved. She pulls back, wiping my face roughly. “You made me come so hard I forgot I’m the Domme. Payback’s about to hurt.”
She binds my eyes with a leather blindfold, the heat of my body going wild. “Where’s my tongue, slave?” she slaps, not hitting but tracing my cheeks. I flinch. “No moving. You like being blind? I’ll feed you a flogging.”
The first whipstroke splits my skin open. I bark a cry, tasting blood. The next lashing is lower, across my ass. I’m a puppet dancing to her rhythm, each hit a heartbeat. “Good boy,” she mocks. “Tell the room how it feels.”
“It... burns. I—”
“Scream it.”
“IT BURNS, MISTRESS!” I shout. Her laugh is a whipstroke itself, sharp and cruel. “Now you’re learning.”
By the time she’s done, I can’t walk. She drags me to the throne, slams my wrists into the cuffs, and rams her tongue into my mouth. It’s aggressive, punishing. “You’ll come when I say. Think about how you begged for this.”
Her fingers find my cock, pumping me dry in seconds. I explode across her hand as she screams, “Yours!” like she just won my soul. She ties a leather collar around my neck, etched with Property of Raven, and the sting of the bite she leaves there is worse than any flogging.
“Check Fetish-porn.video. They’ve got clips hotter than my dungeon.” She slaps my ass, not cruel now but teasing. “Next week, we train your mouth properly. Don’t be late.”
At home, I trace the collar in the mirror. My skin still throbs where her weapons left their marks, but the worst pain is my chest—a weird guilt mixing with this... joy. I scroll to female domination tags on Femdom-fetish.video, watching women humiliate men like me. My cock jerks hard when I think about Raven doing it all over again.
She’s not my friend. She’s my goddess, and I’d give my firstborn for another taste of her cruelty. Maybe even my sanity.
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