Mistress Amanda (lowblow emma and ThomasRHellsing)

[lowblow emma]

Amanda was meeting her latest client. She had selected, as she always did, a place that was anonymous but public. Anonymity was importance to protect the client, who wouldn’t want to be recognised. Lots of people were important as a protection for Amanda. After two decades as a professional dominant mistress, she knew how to handle most situations, but you could never be too careful. Amanda had been in contact by email and had spoken by phone, but she had not yet had a chance to make a personal assessment of the man she was meeting.
A city centre conference hotel was the ideal place. Lots of people around, but all mostly strangers to each other. And of course there were plenty of bedrooms available without question or anyone noticing.
It was all too easy to slip into the stereotype of a professional dominatrix with lots of black and leather with a splash of red. Amanda preferred a different approach. On the surface she looked like a business woman in town for a conference in her blue skirt and crisp white blouse with black shoes. Her short black hair complemented the business look. For her underwear, she had chosen white, which set off the honey tan from her recent holiday. Satin silk for her bra and panties, with a matching garter belt and white stocking with lace tops. And her large bag that could easily have held her overnight things actually held the tools of her trade, at least the ones she’d need on first meeting.
The bar was not an original choice of meeting place, but it was convenient and easy to find. Amanda stood quietly at the bar and laid a large denomination note on the counter. The barman ignored the other customers and immediately served her a gin and tonic and took the note.
Amanda didn’t wait for the change. She took her drink and went over to a table in the corner, crossed her legs, smoothed her skirt and waited for her client’s arrival.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas Alexander Barbarossa Smith, was exactly what most expected when you talked about an office. The truth was, the corporate espionage agent was excited. He almost looked too average, a lean but not muscular form maybe fifty to a hundred pounds over weight. The twenty thousand dollar custom made three piece suit sure didn't hurt what he was going for. A dark black jacket and pants, while the vest and gloves fingerless after the second knuckle on each hand were a dark grey. His eyes were sapphire blue bright an glowing in a way that implied he was nervous at what he did. His hair was straw blond with two bangs hanging over his sweaty face. The rest was brushed back. The back was short, but casually so. Thomas looked like a high class, low intelligence office worker, with more money then sense. The fedora on his head that's main color matched his suit jacket and pants while the band matched his gloves and vest pulled the outfit together. An ace of hearts rested in the band. A nervous smile on his face as he entered the bar. Smiling awkwardly at the woman, he approached saying “Hello, um, what should I call you in public?”

Thomas offered the woman his hand, before realizing he'd forgotten to get a drink. Blushing he said "I'll be right back, need some liquid courage, um M-Mam."

Thomas turned and ordered a Smirnoff grape double with ice. The pussiest drink he could think of. Sometimes Thomas hated playing the simpering moron. The man's fat wasn't fat instead carefully trained muscle. He could with serious effort flip a Volkswagen beetle. Someone had paid him 4.8 million dollars to get the womans "Little black book", and the first key to that was getting a decent amount of trust. Thus tonight he was "Thomas Barbossa Macowitz", a decent if boring salary man, who was a semi high ranking bureaucrat at a plastic company that produced 85% of the bondage equipment on the market. Gently he let his hand run over the three scratches on his left cheek, they crossed a nasty scar that went down his let ye. Macowitz had gotten it in a recent industrial accident Thomas had gotten it getting cause with a Russia companies new weapon designs. Shaking off the memories, he allowed the Macowitz personality total control moving towards the woman he slurped his drink lightly as he held out his hand, "H-Hello, I'm Thomas Barbossa M-Macowitz."

 

[lowblow emma]

As she recognised her client approaching her, Amanda forced herself to remain calm. No, she forced herself to appear calm. A mistress must always appear to be in control even if she is struggling frantically beneath the surface. She got a lot of pleasure from some of her clients, not that she would ever admit to that to them. Others she serviced for the money and this guy was going to be one of those. He looked so ridiculous that she dared not even contemplate what he might look like naked. No, that was something she would postpone for as long as she could.
The more he spoke, the more she despaired of being able to control this babbling hulk of flab and poor taste. While he was at the bar, she decided on her tactics. She waited for him to return slurping his drink and gestured at the other chair by the table. When he had settled down, she spoke in her precise, prim tones that she modelled on Mary Poppins.
‘When you saw me across the bar, you approached. That was permissible.’
She paused so that this could sink in. This man, she decided, was someone who would take a long time to understand basic information. After what she judged to be a suitable pause, she went on.
‘When you reached me, you spoke. That was not permissible. You will answer when I ask you a question. Otherwise, you will not speak unless and until I give you permission.’
Another pause for this to sink in.
‘If you do, you will be punsihed. You spoke without my permission and for that you will shortly be punished.’
Another pause to allow him time to plan how to amend his behaviour in future.
‘When you speak to me, you may call me ‘Mistress’ or ‘Miss Amanda’.’
She was giving him a choice there, so she allowed him longer to absorb the information.
‘If you do not address me in that way, you will be punsihed. You did not and for that you will also be punished.’
Another pause so that he could consider what form that punishment might take.
‘And you will never, ever, not for a fraction of a nanosecond even consider the remote possibility of attending on me dressed in such a ridiculous outfit again.’
And to emphasise the point, she lent forward, grabbed a handful of his crotch, squeezed like a vice and, dropping her polished vowels, spat at him.
‘Coz if you don’t, I’ll tear your fuckin' balls off.’
She resumed her cultured tones.
‘Is that clear?’
She waited for him to answer.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas groaned lightly but his cock got hard for the mistress in his pants. Blushing a bit he said, "B-but I didn't w-want to d-d-draw attention. T-this l-l-l-l-looks like wwhat I wearr-r to wo-ork, or I mmmmmmean it is w-w-w-hat I wear to w-w-o miss-miss-misstress."

The woman's groping would reveal Thomas's "Secret" weapon, a cock that was definitely on the larger scale. 12 inches long and at least two inches of space between fingers if a hand tried to wrap around it. He was a big boy. Thomas internally smirked, the "pro" hadn't even realized his "fat" hadn't moved at her touch at least not like it should have. Looking at her he stuttered out "I-I-I'm sorrrry m-m-mistress please ppp-puish me for bbeing bbad."

He looked at her his eyes conveying fear and also lust. His eady eyes focusing too long to be polite on her chest, before looking around he said "I-I-'m sorry I was bad, but two random people ssitting by each other, wwuldn't tt-that be suspicious?"

 

[lowblow emma]

This man was going to be a handful in more ways than one. Her experienced grip told her that there was more than flab under that ridiculous outfit. And his absurd idea that dressing like that wouldn’t attract attention was laughable. This man would need a lot of correction. But clearly it was only going to be possible to deal with one problem at a time. And right now there was a more pressing issue to address.
She knew that men found her attractive. Of course she did. She was well preserved for someone in her 40s and she took good care to keep it that way. She was aware of men watching her. Most of the men here had given a once over when she came in, even the ones with partners, although they had been more discreet about it. And it was only natural that her clients would find her attractive. But staring at her breasts in such an obvious fashion was not permissible for a client, still less with such a lecherous look on his face. This had to be dealt with at once and dealt with firmly.
Ignoring her half-finished drink, she grabbed her handbag and stood up.
‘How dare you?’ she roared so that everyone in the bar had turned in their direction as she delivered a slap across his face that jarred her arm to the shoulder.
‘PIG’ she shouted for added effect, before turning on her heels and storming out of the bar.
Deep inside her, a small voice hoped that the man would not follow her.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas wanted to swear at himself, not because of the blow, but because at the last second he'd turned with it, and while the blow had still hurt, not many people could dodge such a strike with so little notice. he'd become too sharp later Russia. Shaking blushing more for effect then embarrassment, he stood up and knocked the table over and thus ended up sprawled out on his back. That has hurt, but at least it would sell the clumsy oaf rather the well trained corporate spy. Untangling himself he called out "P-please wait M-m-m-Miss Amanda."

Catching up to the woman, he blushed a bit stuttering, "I-I-I'm sorry for staring bbut yourr the first woman I've um um, ever been this close too. I-I'm ooonly been iintimate with ttwo women an neither were as aaattractive as yyou."

A hotel security guy came over to Thomas saying, "Mr. Macowitz, I'm sorry to bother you, but due to the damages i the bar, we'll need to charge you for the cost of the table."

Thomas nodded blushing again. He pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills. So at it required two money clips, one gold the other platinum, a both with diamonds on them. He almost bored handed the man a grand an the wad looked the same. He returned the money to his pocket Taking the woman's hand he kissed it saying "f-f-f-forgive mme mistress?"

Reaching for her hand had made him flash a very expensive Rolex, easily a hundred grand. Thomas knew this ID needed something so he'd had it promoted recently to a higher ranking within the company, still basic enough as to not be suspicious, but one that made enough money to throw around serious cash. enough to motivate the woman by reed alone if necessary.

 

[lowblow emma]

This was moving from a joke to a farce. Amanda was determined to distance herself from it as far and as quickly as she could. Her business, because that is what is had, a business, depended on her being discreet. She dreaded to think how many cctv cameras had recorded the episode in the bar and how many were tracking them right now in the lobby.
Her first choice was to leave the hotel and let this buffoon extricate himself from the mess he had created. Her second choice was to extricate herself and let him catch up later. The thing that swung the choice was his watch. An expensive watch. A Rolex that alone would cover the cost of a year’s worth of sessions with Amanda. There was more to this man than appeared and that more was money.
Amanda took a decision and adopted her most clipped tone, stern enough to shrivel a cock at a hundred yards.
‘Your behaviour is appalling. You have no idea of how to conduct yourself. Get away from me and stay away. Sort out the problem you have created for yourself with the security here. I am in room 2013. Follow me there for your punishment, if you dare.’
She spun on her heel and marched towards the elevators. If he followed her to the room, his punishment will cost him dearly.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas blinked, "The the situation is um solved Miss, places like this don't care if you beat a maid to death as long as you can pay for another to be bought off of the boat. besides if the table was really marble it wouldn'tt have broken, they jjust think like you and eeveryone else thinks. I'm some loser desk jocky who caan bbe pushed around and bbullied."

Thomas knew if he pushed too hard, he'd drive the woman away. Time to show a bit of spine. Looking at her he said, "I have the potential skills to become a major player in my-my company, a ffriend suggested I try getting my submissive personality explored this way, sso maybe I could sttand up to my bboss."

Sighing a bit as they took the elevator to her floor, he aid, "I'm sorry for getting aangry with you. Bb-but I just hate being jj-judged. Tthey don't ssee who I amm, just the socially aawkward guy, whoo is more comfortable b-behind a dungeon mmaster screen tt-then talking to a bbeautiful woman."

Deciding to show the "Mistress" what "he" was "good" at, he said, "D-d-did you know, a ffew months back, I designed a vibrator that requires no batteries, or plug ins? It uses a similar battery to those shake up flash lights, where you shake it, and it works. However, a vibrator shakes itself, that means, it's dang close to self ffunctioning. Take thirty seconds shake it, click it on and it will charge itsellf as it's used. Perpetual motion, although not really. How much money would that save you and anyone who uses alot of toys? And yet, people don't see me, they see what they want too."

Looking at the woman he said, "U-um, can we start again. I'm sorry I screwed upp, uum Mistress."

 

[lowblow emma]

Would this man never stop babbling? If he went on like this, she would get a migraine and then she would really get nasty.
Why was he following her like a dog? She had not given him permission.
Had he not listened to a word she had said?
He would have to taught a lesson, but out here in the corridor was not the place to do it.
As the door of room 2013 closed behind them, Amanda turned on her new client.
‘You have not stopped talking since we left the lobby. I told you, quite clearly, that you were to speak only to answer my questions and if I gave you permission. And I told you, again quite clearly, that if you did speak without permission you would be punished. You have broken my rule and you will be punished for it. Severely.’
She walked across the room and placed her bag on the table ready for her to select any of her range of implements and tools that took her fancy.
‘I am disappointed in you. You are obviously a slow learner. I had hoped that you would have more potential for obedience.’
She still had her back to him, but she had no doubt that his eyes were following her and undressing her. She would deal with that later. One thing at a time. She settled into an armchair, crossed her legs slowly, and spoke.
‘Now’ she said sternly ‘it is time for your punishment. But first we need to get rid of those ridiculous clothes. Strip them off. And try to arouse me as you do it.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas nodded blushing as he began stripping. However after the suit jacket he moved towards her. Kissing and sucking the pressure point along her neck and collar. Still undressing as he occasionally caressed her. This was a man who had either had lots of experience or had done alot of research. When he was finally naked he moved away his hard fat cock visible, and dripping with pre.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda shook her head as her client stood naked before her. She would seriously have to consider raising her charges for this one; he was certainly going to take a lot of time and effort.
‘You imbecile. You are here so that I can use you for my pleasure, not for you to use me for yours. How dare you touch me without permission? You were supposed to arouse me by the way you stripped. Not by slobbering all over me. I should make you dress and do it again, but I really can’t bear the sight of you in those horrible clothes.’
There was a pattern starting to develop here. Misbehaviour, possibly wilful misbehaviour. And the only way to stop that was by instant punishment. Just like a dog, this man needed to know that the punishment was associated with his offence. The trouble was that the punishments were accumulating so fast there was soon going to be a substantial backlog.
‘Come here’ Amanda commanded, beckoning him towards then.
Then, as soon as he was in range, she lashed out her foot, catching him dead centre between his plump balls.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas whimpered loudly as her foot caught him in the testicles, but a medium sized spurt of pre shot from his cock. Obviously the pain, and feet turned him on. He also didn't drop to his knees or anything like it. Whimpering Thomas spoke "M-Mistress, I told you I-I was a masochist. I-If you want to hurt me, t-teasing and denial are far m-more effective. I-I wanted to warn you, I-I almost came with your k-kick."

He knew he'd probably be punished for speaking out of turn, but at the same time he knew if he came without permission he'd be punished even harder. He was obviously VERY turned on. His pupils dilated drops of pre dripping almost constantly from his cock. His legs spread slightly so she could kick him again. He was even breathing slightly heavy. His nipples hard as he waited to see what she was going to do. remembering her other comment he blushed "Sorry Mistress, I thought that, but you said you disliked my body, so how could I turn you on with it?"

Thomas had a new scars on his body, some on his chest side, an a small "X" above his lungs. Naked it would be obvious he wasn't really fat. His muscles like steel wire, tight, but not too thick. his "Gut" was a wall of muscle, instead of an eight or twelve pack the entire thing was rock hard. He was also shaved below the belt.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda silently appraised this man who was still standing despite her kick. She admitted to herself that she was impressed, although she would never admit that, especially to this man. But his body wasn’t that of a fat slob at all. Aesthetically, he was well hung, but she had already noticed that when she had grabbed his crotch in the bar. She noted that he was clean shaven, which set off his tackle nicely. But size wasn’t important, well not that important.
Scarred too. Scars appealed to her, they showed he had suffered pain, showed his toughness. And not just suffered pain, but withstood it. That kick would have put most of her clients on the floor, and some of them were tough guys. This man could be a challenge and Amanda enjoyed a challenge.
But now was not the time to dwell on this. Punishments were lining up and she was falling behind. Time to set him straight again.
‘You still don’t get it, do you? This is not about your pleasure. I do not care whether you cum or not. I don’t need you to fuck me. This is about my pleasure. And it pleases me to cause you pain. And that is what you are going to get. Pain for speaking AGAIN without my permission. Pain for your presumption in thinking that I care about what you like. Pain for putting me to the trouble of having to punish you. Pain for causing me aggravation. Pain for my pleasure.’
With that, she rose from her seat, dug her nails into his nipples and drove her knee in his crotch, holding his balls flat against his bone, grinding them slowly as she asked: ‘Now do you understand?’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas whimpered groaned low, as her knees impacted his marbles he came a massive load. a huge spurt of cum all over her thigh. A thick very white spurt. Even as she ground her knee into his testicles, he groaned spurts of pre dribbling from his cock. He was still standing although barely. Where that was from pain or the force of his orgasm he wasn't sure. His circumcised cock wasn't even drooping, if anything it looked slightly harder then before. He whimpered as his full and sensitive testicles were caressed by her knee. He nodded his head, trying to show her he understood. His hands on the back of his head. His breathes were shaky as he groaned out, "Thank you for teaching me a lesson mistress, I'm sorry mistress."

 

[lowblow emma]

Experience had taught Amanda that sometimes silence spoke more sternly than the harshest words. This, she judged, was one of those occasions, especially as she didn’t want her voice to betray her growing admiration for this man. He was gasping for breath and she had felt his body sag under her assault, but he was still standing and he seemed more aroused than before, if that was possible so soon after shooting his load like that.
She stepped back and looked down at the large white blobs on her blue skirt. She dipped her fingers delicately into his cum and stroked them over his chest and around his scare tracing its outline with her nail before moving across to circle his nipples until they glistened in the subdued light of the hotel room.
Finally she felt sufficiently in control to speak.
‘I can’t wear this dirty skirt now, can I? We can attend to the stain later. For now, it must be taken off and hung up to dry. You will do that.’
She saw his face flash with delight at the thought of getting his hands on her. She had to forestall that thought.
‘And remember, please’ – in her crisp tones the word ‘please’ sounded like a threat – ‘remember, please, that this must be done like everything else for my pleasure, not yours.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas nodded, dropping to his knees. He crawled around her, showing skill as he undid the button with his tongue. Pulling the zipper down with his teeth. Gently saying "Thank you mistress for letting this unworthy thing undress you and see your perfect sexy flesh. Thank you."

When her skirt was off he lowered it so she could step out. Putting one clear soda water o it from the bar he put a wash cloth and towel ontop of it, letting it sit, he said "P-re soaking will hellp with ttthe sttain misstress."

 

[lowblow emma]

'So' Amanda said with more than a hint of exasperation 'you can unfasten buttons and zips with your tongue and teeth and you would be a good employee at a cleaning firm, but just what was that supposed to do for me? Is that how you seduce women? if it is, I am not surprised that you are having to pay for my services. Let's try again. Take off my blouse and remember' she spoke very slowly now as if to a child 'you are trying to arouse me, not to impress me. Do you understand what that means?'

This man needed everything made simple for him, so she slipped a finger into her panties and brought it out.

'Look' she explained, waving it in his face, 'it's bone dry. That means I am not aroused. When it is wet, I will be aroused and for the first time this evening you will have achieved something.'

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas seemed genuinely confused, "I-I thought mistresses got of on power. W-what a bigger sign of power the me crawling like a dog and undoing your thins with my mouth instead of my hands? Especially since I'm not supposed to as you put it "Slobber all over you". Especially not without talking, unless you want me to rip it off?"

The man wasn't trying to be thick. But he was an almost virgin he needed things explained a bit better then general specifics.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda stared at him in disbelief. She worked methodically through her options. Murder: attractive and she could take his Rolex in lieu of a fee, but there was a high risk of being caught. Suicide: a solution, but probably on short but mature reflection an overreaction. Castration: tempting, but messy and she didn’t really like too much blood. Kicking the shit out of him: an appropriate response, but not sufficiently subtle. Trapping his balls in a vice: the ideal solution that would allow her to adjust the pressure as required. So that is what she did.
Except, well she didn’t have a vice, so she used her hands. One hand clamped onto each ball, as swift as a man’s hand on your ass at a party, as tight as the fit of a size zero G-string.
‘Look at me’ she ordered, applying something close to maximum pressure.
‘You have to take my clothes off sensuously. Slowly.’ She eased the pressure slightly.
‘Take your time, teasingly, allowing your fingers to brush against my flesh’ here she applied more pressure for emphasis ‘but only occasionally and fleetingly.'
The pressure eased slightly.
‘Open the blouse to reveal a little more after unfastening each button. Peel it away to reveal a little more of my body each time.’
A sudden vicious clamping of her hands to be sure of his attention.
‘And finally, with all the buttons undone, ease the blouse over my shoulders and let it fall along my arms like soft summer rain.’
And now she released her hands and spoke through his relief.
‘Make me feel like a special present that you want to open slowly to prolong the surprise of what it contains.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas groaned through her explanation his cock spasming and throbbing with arousal. Nodding he began going as she said However he kissed and licked her neck. As he slowly teased the buttons being undone he kissed down her firm stomach. Finally he'd removed it. Looking at her he said, "How was that mistress?"

He hung the shirt up as he looked at her.

 

[lowblow emma]

He was kissing and licking her as he removed her blouse. He had permission to do neither, but she did not stop him, preferring to enjoy for the moment his subtle attentions, attentions that belied his incompetent naïve performance. This man was a puzzle. She didn’t know what he was, although she was going to find out. But she knew one thing, he was not what he seemed. The ball of flab was actually a well-muscled strong man. The fumbling buffoon was really a skilled and accomplished lover. His constant failure to understand was, she was sure, simply a way of inviting further pain, which he evidently enjoyed.
And now he had spoken to her. Actually dared to ask a question. Another punishment was added to the growing list.
It was time to change tack.
‘You obviously have not understood what I meant, so the best thing is for me to give you a demonstration.’
She removed her bra and tossed it onto the chair just as she would remove and discard a jacket.
‘I will undress you to show you how it should be done.’
She kicked off her shoes and removed her stockings with two sweeping movements, sending them through the air to land on top of the bra.
‘You will then be able to experience for yourself how it feels when it is done to you.’
The garter belt sailed through the air and landed beside the stockings.
‘I can’t bear the thought of even touching your clothes.’
She bend double as she removed her panties.
‘So you can wear these.’
She held out her panties and watched his face. She would see if having him play the female for a while was more effective than inflicting pain.

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas whimpered a bit, but his cock spasmed hard slowly he pulled them on. They were a bit tight especially with is large package wrapped with them. But as a small stain appeared from his pre, it was obvious he liked it. He looked at her just blushing. Spreading his legs a bit, so she could work the down. He was ashamed but his cock was still rock hard. Internally Thomas was wishing he'd gone the womanizer route instead, but Macowtiz's in at the plastic company might be useful.

 

[lowblow emma]

One of the few things a client can’t fake or disguise is a blush. As soon as Amanda saw him blush, she knew she was starting to get to him. Pain had had no effect; like the guy had said, he was a masochist. But humiliation, undermining his masculinity, that was getting to him.
She stood back and admired him in her panties. The fine material was stretching to hold his balls and straining to contain his erection. They would probably be unwearable after this, but she could write them off for tax and add them to his bill as well. Besides, who needs panties?
‘Very nice’ she said ‘they suit you.’
She did a tour round to check the view from the rear.
‘They fit you rather well’ she said returning to stand in front of him. ‘You shouldn’t be seen in public in that suit of yours, so maybe I should send you home dressed just in these.’
She held his gaze to see if she could detect another blush.
‘Perhaps with the garter belt and stockings as well. But that’s for later. We need to get on with this demonstration.’
She knelt in front of him, her eyes fixed on his, as she slipped her index fingers under the elasticated sides along side his balls, lifting the material slightly to ease the pressure on them, being careful to avoid any contact with his flesh. Then she did the same with the top, relieving some of the pressure on his cock. Coming close enough for her nipples to brush against his chest, her fingers followed the top of the panties over his hips to meet at the back before slowly returning.
Rising to her feet, she walked round behind him and slid a finger of each hand under the top of the panties just above his buttocks, grazing his flesh with her nails. Then she slowly peeled the panties down over his buttocks, letting him feel the tight elastic as it slid past his cleft and occasinally letting her finger make a fleeting contact with his skin. The further she pulled down at the back, the greater the resistance from his erection at the front. The panties were clear of his cleft now and she could feel the powerful pull of his cock resisting any further movement. One sharp tug jerked his cock hard down and away from his body as the material forced itself free. Amanda let the panties fall around his ankles and walked over to her bag.
‘That’ she said over her shoulder ‘is how to do it. Now what shall we do next?’
She delved into her bag pretending to search.
‘Ah yes, of course. We’ve swopped sexes for the moment, haven’t we? So what would guy do after getting a girl’s panties off? He’d fuck her of course. And I happen to have brought a strap-on with me.’
She waved a dildo in the air.
‘I didn’t have room for the biggest ones, but this will do. Now do I have any lube with me?’
Again she pretended to search for the small vial of oil that would lubricate his back passage.
‘Yes, here we are. Good. Now, it will be easiest if you bend over this chair, I think.’

 

[ThomasRHellsing]

Thomas had whimpered and moaned as she'd payer with the panties his cock so hard it hurt. Teasing them down his ass, had made him groan. Finally yanking the down had caused the man to almost spurt a second load. Nodding half in a lust filled daze as she told him was was going to happen and how. Quickly he leaned over the chair. Legs spreading wide apart, body adjusting for the best angle. Thomas may not be a bitch but a few girlfriends had given him rim jobs and such. He knew he could take it even as his cock constantly dripped his thick white jizz. His cock obviously thrilled for prostate pleasure.

 

[lowblow emma]

Amanda felt a surge of power as she attached the strap-on. This was as close as she could get to the way men felt. Their power and pride was located in their balls, their cocks were used to intimidate and control, their virility gave them their energy and strength. Feeling the weight of even this modest dildo hanging from her crotch gave her an insight into how men felt. They looked down on a woman as a weaker creature, someone to lie back and take a good hard pounding that would satisfy the male ego while doing precious little to satisfy the woman trapped underneath, a mere recipient for the man’s sperm.
Reversing the roles was the worst humiliation most men could endure. Although the way this man presented his ass so readily made her pause to wonder if he might be one of the exceptions. She shook off this thought with the knowledge, as she had already told him more than once, that this was about her pleasure, not his.
Pressing the tip of the oiled dildo against his puckered ass, Amanda paused to savour this moment before she began to penetrate, pushing her way in, stretching him open, easing the head in slowly, before forcing the shaft home to the hilt an inch at a time. Holding it there, she took some deep breaths at the knowledge that this strong and brave man was now skewered and under her control just as he might control a virgin bride on her honeymoon.
Then, resting her hands on his hips, she began to pump. Long, hard and fast. Using no finesse, no subtlety, no variation in length of thrust, or power, or timing. Hammering her cock, yes she felt as if it really were her cock, in like a piston, teaching him what it was like to be a female on the receiving end of male power. She was oblivious to his reaction, not caring how he felt. This was an exercise of brutal power, rape if you will, control by penetration.
Her breathing came faster, sweat began to trickle into her eyes, she was aware of her breasts bouncing in the bottom of her vision. Her thighs ached, her pelvic muscles strained. Finally, on a whim, she decided to stop, pulled out and stood back, feeling the tug and weight of the dildo as it was freed.
Letting her breathing settle as she packed the dildo away and began to dress, she considered her next move. Having made her decision, she issued her orders.
‘I am tempted to throw your clothes away and leave you here naked. I am sure someone as resourceful as you would have no difficulty in getting home somehow. But I have decided not to do that. Being seen in those clothes in public is embarrassment enough.’
She kicked his suit across the floor towards him.
‘But from now on you will wear what I tell you. We will meet at the same time tomorrow in the central railway station. And you will be dressed as a woman. Skirt, blouse, panties, garter and stockings.’
She did not wait to see his reaction, but as she was closing the door she called back.
‘Don’t forget to settle the account for this room. It’s in your name – whatever that is.’