Strap-On Seduction: Exploring Her Dominance from Within

The key slipped smoothly into the lock and turned with a satisfying click. The door opened with no more than a small creek. The room inside was dark, as expected.

I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, careful to keep it from squeaking as it latched. I flicked on the light switch and the lights blazed, revealing the contents of the room in crisp detail.

I smiled. I had just spent a month away with work and had missed Sarah dearly. Her clothes were still scattered over the bed and floor, her scent still hung heavy in the air. She had been the only thing on my mind the whole time, and I had been counting the days until I returned.

My luggage was left by the door as I crossed the room to her dresser. I picked up her hairbrush and breathed deep. It carried a lingering smell of her shampoo.

A picture frame sat on the dresser and held a photo of us together. My heart beat a little faster, seeing her face. The picture had been taken last year on our trip to the beach. Our height difference made her look smaller than she actually was. Her body was toned and tanned, the bikini showed her off perfectly. The way she smiled into the camera was radiant. I felt myself grow hard just looking at her.

While I had been away, she had been to some kind of women’s retreat. I hadn’t really listened to her when she described what they would do there, just something about women learning to take more control of their lives or something. Like I said, I hadn’t really listened. What mattered was that they wouldn’t have cell phones and couldn’t use the internet. I didn’t know what kind of brainwashing nonsense they might have put into her head, she was all mind and would do just about anything I asked of her.

I picked up the picture frame and studied it. Her breasts were perfect, perky, and firm. Her hips were full, her stomach flat and tight.

I slipped my hand into my pants and grabbed my erection. I imagined what I was going to do to her, how I would have her begging for me. She was so easy to dominate. She was weak willed and submissive. She would be back soon and I could put her back in her place, back under my thumb.

The sound of a key unlocking the door to our apartment interrupted my thoughts. A wave of excitement flooded me. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. She had come home early.

“Sarah?” I called out.

I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants, and hurried out into the hallway. The front door opened and there she stood, a suitcase by her side and a duffle bag on her shoulder.

She looked different. She had always been pretty, but there was something more now. I could sense a strength about her, like something had changed inside her. It was an aura of confidence that wasn’t there before.

“What are you doing at home?” she asked.

Her voice was stern. Something wasn’t right.

“I thought I’d surprise you. I missed you.”

She took a deep breath and walked in, closing the door behind her.

“It’s good to see you. How was your trip?”

Her tone was pleasant, but her posture and facial expression were not.

“It was good, but a little stressful. You have no idea how much I missed you. It’s good to be home.”

She nodded and looked me in the eye. Her gaze was hard, unyielding.

“Have you done anything since you got back?

I shook my head. “Not really. I was about to unpack.

“You can start with my things. Bring them to the bedroom.”

There was something wrong with her. She had never spoken to me like that before. Her tone was commanding, demanding. well it was time i put her back in her place.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Take them.”

Her stare was cold and unwavering. I was a little shocked. I had never been spoken to that way. She didn’t back down. I had never seen this side of her before. I felt a surge of anger rise in me. Who did she think she was? She was about to be put in her place.

“No. You don’t get to talk to me that way.”

“Take them, or I’ll take them myself.”

I didn’t budge.

“If you think for one second that this is how we’re going to play things, you have another thing coming.” She swiftly crossed the distance between us and grabbed my balls in her fist. “I’m in control now. We’re doing this my way.”

She twisted her hand, gripping my balls firmly. It was painful.

“Now, do I have to ask again?”

“No,” I whimpered.

She let go and pushed me. I stumbled backwards.

“Take the bags. Put them in the bedroom.”

“W..why?

“I’m tired of doing things the way you like them. Now move.”

“Okay, okay.”

I gathered her things and went into the bedroom. When I put the bags down, I looked up to find her standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.

“Why are you acting this way? Why are you treating me like this?

“We’re going to do things my way, starting now. Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“Take off your clothes. All of them.”

“But… I…”

“Do it, or you’re out of here.”

I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I knew she meant it. I undressed. She stood and watched me.

“unpack my bag. Do it now.”

I didn’t know what was in store for me, but it couldn’t be good. I didn’t even know what I was unpacking, her bag was packed so full. As I removed each item, I had to make space for the next one. Most things were in silk or some kind of velvet bags, they all had the logo of that women’s retreat on them.

She kept a close eye on me as I worked, her eyes never leaving me.

“This isn’t necessary hun. I was hoping we could do things the way we used to.”

“That’s not going to happen. Now, empty that bag.”

“Okay.”

I reached into the duffel bag, but instead of finding clothes or toiletries, my hand touched something leather. It was soft and supple. As I pulled it out, I realised it was a harness. I didn’t know where she had gotten it or what it was for. It had several straps that buckled, and a ring on the front where a dildo could be attached.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry about it. Keep emptying the bag.”

“ermm… okay.”

I reached back in and pulled out a large box. The label on the side said it was a strap-on dildo, but it looked too big for a strap on. There was an image of a man crying on its side and ‘artificial cum’ stamped on the side.

“What is this?”

She snatched the box from my hand and tossed it on the bed.

“Just keep emptying the bag. We’ll deal with it later.”

I dug back into the bag and found a pair of handcuffs, a riding crop, a blindfold, and a ball gag. They all went on the bed.

As I removed each item, I wondered why she had bought these things. Was this the influence of the retreat? Has she changed? What was going to happen?

“Put the rest of my clothes away, and then sit on the bed.”

“no Sarah this isn’t right, not the way I like things.”

She moved swiftly, and before I could react, her hand was around my throat. Though she stood nearly a foot shorter than me, I was completely overpowered. She had me pinned against the wall. Her grip was firm, but not crushing. I was in complete shock. Again her hand grabbed my balls, only this time her grip was a lot tighter. I could feel the blood rush out of them.

“What have I told you about using my name? Do not speak it. Understood?”

I couldn’t nod or speak, the grip she had on me was too tight. Tears welled in my eyes.

“you call me Mistress. Do you understand?”

“yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Now do what I told you.”

She released her grip on me and directed me to the bed. I had no choice but to obey.

When the clothes were put away, I sat on the edge of the bed, and she came and stood in front of me.

“I don’t know what kind of games you’ve been playing while I was gone, but they’re over. We’re doing things my way from now on. I’m in control. Understood?”

“yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

She leaned in close and kissed me. It was tender and loving, just like the old days. I could feel myself growing hard. She broke the kiss and looked me in the eye.

“It’s going to be a long night for you. Let’s start with the handcuffs.”

She walked to the bed and retrieved the cuffs. She grabbed my hands and brought them behind my back. She cuffed my wrists, making sure the fit was secure.

“Stand up. Get on the bed, and kneel in the middle.”

“Okay, Mistress.”

“good.”

I climbed onto the bed and knelt in the centre.

“I’m going to teach you some manners, and you’re going to learn your place.”

She stepped up to the edge of the bed and stood in front of me.

“Did you really think that you could come home and things would go back to the way they were? Did you really think you could walk all over me like you used to?”

“Mistress, I-“

“Quiet!”

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“Let me guess, you’re a bit uncomfortable. You’re used to being in control, used to getting your own way. Well, that’s over. It’s my turn. I’m going to show you who’s in charge.

“Now, I’m going to teach you to respect me. From now on, you’re going to do what I say, when I say.

“Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

She leaned forward and kissed me again. This time her kiss was deeper, more intense. She slipped her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her body pressing against mine. Her hand slid down my chest, and came to rest on my crotch.

“Mistress, what are you doing?”

Her hand smacked my balls hard

“Silence!”

I wanted to cry out, but the pain was too much.

“Now, are you going to listen, or do I have to punish you?”

“Mistress, please, I’m sorry. I’ll do what you say.”

“That’s better.”

Her hand moved gently over my cock, teasing and stroking. My cock responded, growing harder. I could feel her breath on my neck.

“You know, you’re not a bad looking guy. If you weren’t such an asshole, I’d be tempted to give you a ride.”

Her lips brushed against my ear. Her hand continued to stroke my cock.

“I’m going to fuck you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“What? No!”

Her hand gripped my balls and squeezed. I cried out in pain.

“No more talking. You’re getting gagged now.”

She took the ball gag and put it around my neck.

“Open up. You’re going to be a good little bitch.”

I reluctantly opened my mouth, and she shoved the ball in. The straps tightened behind my head.

“Now, it’s time to break in my new toy. It’s time to teach you who’s in charge.”

She picked up the harness and box containing the dildo and began to prepare herself.

I watched helplessly as she strapped on the harness and inserted the dildo. The harness hugged her curves, emphasising her femininity. The dildo was enormous, easily twice the size of mine and a good bit more. It was black and intimidating, with veins running along the shaft. It was curved and shaped like a real cock.

“You know your ass can stretch pretty far before anything permanent happens.

“Let’s see if we can find that limit.”

She positioned herself behind me and pushed me forward. My face was forced into the mattress. I could hear her slicking the dildo with lube.

“and then go far, far past it.”

She began to push the dildo into my ass. It was too big. It wouldn’t fit.

“It’s too big!!! It’s not going to fit!!!” I pleaded through the gag.

“Oh yes it will. You’ll take every inch, and you’re going to love it. Now relax and let it in.”

The dildo continued to press against my hole. It felt like I was being torn in half. The pain was excruciating.

“There, that’s a good bitch. You’re taking it nice and deep. Just relax and let it slide in.”

The dildo pushed deeper inside me, stretching my ass.

“See? I told you you could take it.”

Her hands caressed my ass. She slowly withdrew the dildo, then pressed it back in further than before. She repeated the process, sliding it in and out, each time pushing it deeper.

“That’s it. Nice and slow. I’m going to fuck you all night, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

She began to fuck me with a steady rhythm. My ass was filled with the enormous dildo. It was too much. I was stretched beyond what I thought possible.

“See, your ass is taking it nice and easy. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

It felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up my ass. The pain was incredible, but there was also something else. A pleasure unlike any I had ever felt.

“Say it. Tell me you like it.”

“I like it!” I tried to force the words out of the gag.

“Louder!”

“I like it!”

“Good boy.”

Her hands ran up my back, then down my sides. Her fingers lightly brushed against my ribs. She grabbed my hips and thrust into me.

“I love your ass. It’s so tight and warm. I could fuck it all night.”

I could feel her breath on my back, her hands gripping my waist. The dildo slid in and out of me. I was lost in a sea of pleasure and pain. My cock was rock hard.

“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked in the ass? Being a little bitch?”

“yes!

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Mistress!”

“That’s right. You’re my little bitch, and I’m going to use you as I see fit. You can forget ever cumming inside of me again. You’ll learn to cum from this and nothing else.”

Her thrusts became more vigorous. Her pace quickened. The pain gave way to an intense pleasure. My ass was stretched, filled with the dildo. Her hips slapped against me.

“Your ass is so tight. It’s gripping my cock. It’s taking it so well. I think its going to be stretched enough soon.”

Her fingers ran down my back and sides, sending chills through my body.

“I can’t wait to see you beg to cum.”

Her thrusts became more erratic. She was losing control.

“I’m going to cum. I’m going to fill your ass with my seed.”

Her hips slammed into me, forcing the dildo deep inside.

“Here it comes.”

Her body tensed and she cried out. She was cumming. I could feel the warmth of her cum filling me. It was like a warm flood. The dildo filled me with its artificial seed.

“Fuck yeah.”

Her breathing was heavy. She pulled the dildo out of me and released my hands.

“Don’t move. You’re not done yet.”

I watched her slip the dildo out of its harness. She placed it on the bed and began to stroke my cock.

“How does my cum feel inside you?”

“It’s… It’s good.”

“Are you ready for more?”

“More?”

“Oh yeah. I’m going to fill your ass until it’s leaking.”

she stepped over to her other bag and pulled out massive bottles of more fake cum.

“And I’m going to keep filling you until its pouring out of you. My women’s group said the first thing we should do when getting home is to take a nice picture of our partner dripping with cum. It shows the first step to dominance.”

“Now, bend over. We’re not done yet.”