The dominatrix encounter

The dominatrix

I was at my homies house, when he looked at me with the strangest face. "I have an idea" he says to me. I eye him suspiciously and jerk my chin up and down, indicating that I want to know what his idea is. He speaks, but I hear nothing. All I'm looking at are his heart shaped lips dancing about. Suddenly he stops talking. I yank my attention back to his eyes. "Wait... what???" I say. "Oh my god, you didn't listen to anything I said." I hung my head and looked at the palms on my hands resting in my lap. I hear him say "meet me at my house at seven pm tomorrow." I look at him and nod. "Sure thing." We continue on playing call of duty. I get a text from my dad a few minutes later. -come home for dinner pumpkin- I read. My friend Luca looks over my shoulder and sees the text. My face grows red. I tell him that I'll see him tomorrow and leave his house. Hoping on my bike, I remember Lucas tender lips. "Shit!" I say as i look down at my bobbing erection.

I arrive home after 10 minutes of biking. Dinner with my dad went well, my step mom was there to join us as well. I walk up to my bed room and go to sleep. Forget ing to clean my own body.

I wake with a start, to blue birds cheeping at my window sale. I have school that day, so I pick a set of clothes at random, and throw them on. I rush downstairs and grab a bow of cereal, pouring dry cheerios into my mouth. I grab my bag and leave. My dad is still sleeping, probably with my step mom. I get outside just as the school bus pulls up to my house. I hope on. I see my friend Jessica at the back so I shuffle all the way there, and sit aside her. "Hey jake!" She says to me, cheerfully. "Hey!" I say back "nice day isn't it". "Certainly." She says.

We arrive at school and I sit down in homeroom. I knowtice that Luca isn't there. I feel my spirits sink, and simmer to the thought that I'd have to spend the whole agonized school day without him. Each class I go to, I end up dosing off. Jessica wakes me up. "Cmon Jake, Last period" and she walks off. I walk off to the final period of the day. Once it is over I head home.

At home I sit down at my desk. "Fuck homework.." I Mutter as I push my bag aside and out of my sight. I get my paint brush out and start to swatch all over the paper with colors. Crimson reds, to royal blues dose the paper as I stand back and admire my work. I glance at the clock, just waiting for 7 to swing around. -6:45- it reads. I send a picture of my art to Luca. He texts me back -hurry and get your ass over here!-. -coming!- I reply. I hop on my bike and blindly go to his house, unknowing of what would behold.

I arrive there right on time. He is waiting for me outside. "Follow me." He says as he hops on his bike and starts biking down the street. I follow.

We arrive at a strange building. "Luca... what exactly are we doing.." I say. "You will see!" Se says as he heads into the front doors. He leads me down a narrow hallway, and then he stops me. "I'm going in the room to right, you go into the left one. I'll meet you back here in an hour." "Huh?! An hour!? What even is this...????!" I say. "Just think of it as a massage." He reply's as he goes in the black chained door to the left. I have no other option but to listen to him. I walk inside the door to the right.

At first it is dark. Very dark and cold. Then I am blinded by an eerie red light that slowly fades as my eyes adjust. There, before me is a woman. She looks to be in her mid twenties. She is wearing a black mask that is covering her nose and upper face. Atop the mask sits two black points. Cat ears, I think. She walks slowly up to me in her leather corset and wild brunette hair spilling around her. She lifts my chin and says "let's begin."

She sits me into a chair and I just go with it. Sure this is weird and creepy, but I don't really care. She gets something that looks like a whip off the wall. All the ease in my body escapes me. "Wait! What the hell is this?!" I scream at her. She looks at me. Surprised, then clam nonetheless. "Oh honey.... Looks like this was a blind thing for you. Well you can't leave now.. might as well enjoy it." Something about this woman seems ever so strangely familiar to me, but I ignore it. She approaches me and yanks my pants down to my ankles. I am frozen. She looks at my cock, snarling. "God, your such a fucking pathetic slutpuppy." She says. I watch her lips as she says this. But instead of her slender lips I imagine Lucas perfectly formed lips. She looks down at my penis. I realize I am having another erection. She walks to me and slaps me across my face. "Don't react unless I tell you to fuckmuffin." She says. She rips my shirt off of me and whips my bare chest. The tingling sensation sends shocks of pain flying through my body. I cry out. Either in pain, or pleasure. Maybe even both. My dick starts to throb with pain. I so badly want to stroke it and think of Luca. I reach down to do so, put i feel a twinge of pain. She yanks my head back my my hair. "Open your fucking mouth cuckold." She says. My mouth falls open agenst my will. She spits in it. "Swallow it slut." She says to me. I comply. I am strangely enjoying this. Though something about it seems strange. She bends me into a doggy position and suddenly I feel full. Full of what though?! I look back and she stuck a huge cucumber up my ass. Thankfully it's lubed. A loud moan escapes me. She pulls my hair back and fucks me fast with the cucumber, as my dick bobs up and down. It hurts, I wish I could touch it. But I know how that will go. She gets two clothes pins and pins my nipples. I cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain yet again. I find myself enjoying it. As she walks in front of me I catch a glimpse of her eyes. Emerald green, and very familiar. She twists the clothes pins and thrusts the cucumbers in my ass, and I can't tell what order it happens in. I loose track of almost everything as my tiny dick throbs. Suddenly she gets up and says "you can touch your pathetic little dick slutpuppy." And walks out of the room. I stroke and stroke and finish, as I think about Lucas face. The same thing must have been happening to him. I think about the faces he must have made. Suddenly I finish. (Cum)

I gather my things and throw my ripped shirt back on. I head out to find Luca sitting on the ground. "What took you so long." He says to me, with a smirk growing. "God... you should have told me what I was getting into." "I did, you just weren't listening." He says back. We head home.

As i get home I forget that my shirt looks banged up. I run into my step mom. A look of horror flushes through her. Then I see it. Her eyes. Green like an emerald stone glowing in the darkness. Green like the woman I had seen in the dungeon. It was her. "Holy fucking shit!!" I yell. My dad runs downstairs. "What is going on?!" He says frantically. "Haha nothing!" Says my step mom nervously. She pulls me aside.

"What the FUCK were you doing at that dungeon kid." She says to me. "ME?! What are YOU doing?!??!??!" I reply. She starts shaking her head. She shakes her head so fast I can see two heads. Suddenly she collapsed. She shook vigorously against the wooden floor. I scream in horror. My dad rushed over and saw her. He screamed at me to call 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" Says the lady in my phone. "MY STEPMOM IS HAVING A SEIZURE I THINK. COME QUICK!!" I tell her my address in frantic spurrs. Soon the ambulance arrives.

They won't allow me to see her. So I sit outside the room alone. What am I going to do?? My stepmom literally dominated me. Suddenly I felt a rush. I sprang up and rushed home. I packed a bag and rode to Lucas house. I told him everything. I cried in his arms. He tells me everything will be alright. But I know it won't.

The next morning I get a call from my dad. He doesn't ask where I am, or if I am okay. Through loud sobs he tells me my step mom is dead. Relief floods over me. Then horror. "Why did I feel relieved????" Im such a terrible human being. I rush home and say my goodbye to Luca. I go home to my dad sitting on the porch. He is crying. And I cry with him.

ONE YEAR LATER

I have learned to never tell anyone what happened, and I keep it to myself. I live a great life, and I'm studying to be a professional artist. My dad supports me with all of his heart. Though I know he is not over my step moms death.

THE END.

Or is it???

Note: if people really like this story I will gladly write a part two, or a whole nother short story. Have an amazing day 👨🏻‍🦳👨🏻‍🦳👨🏻‍🦳