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Default The dominatrix

My third story, hope you may enjoy.

The main characters:
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[Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register] - Andrea


I was standing there, in front of her white house. I haven’t seen her for months, seven at least, since our breaking up. I didn’t get why she left me and honestly I don’t care. The only thing that I know is that I couldn’t recover since then, my mind constantly thinking about her. Yes we had a fight, a nasty argument, but it doesn’t explain actually anything. Just she let me go and never came back. But I didn’t accept that so easily and now I was there, across from her home. We were in the middle of our 30’, too late for these bullshits I thought. When you are planning to getting married after years of joyful engagement and suddenly split up you deserve a reason to do it. So I was there for asking her the reason behind this choice. I went to the door and rang the bell. After a few moments someone came at the door. The front door opened and..wow..you can’t imagine my surprise. Before me there was a man. Well, yes we can say he was a man, 40 y.o. maybe, short and brown hair. He was dressing an housekeeper apron but under that he was bare chested. What was going on? Was him her lover? No, no way if I knew her a little. “Ehm..I was looking for Andrea” I said. “Miss Kateber cannot be disturbed now” said the man serious. “Yes, whatever. Please tell her that Tom want to see her immediately”. The man didn’t answer and closed the door. After a few minutes he came back “Miss Kateber accept you into her house for a moment” he said, moving a step back to allow me to come in. I really have ran out my fantasies..what was going on? It was an awkward situation. Andrea has never had a butler and, for the God’s sake, he was not a real butler. I followed that wannabe half naked butler into the living room. The scene was even more strange in there. Andrea was sitting on the easy chair and one girl was nail varnishing her, sitting on her knees. Was late summer and Andre was on the chair, wearing only a sport bra and a pair of blue jeans, barefoot. What astonished me was not just the situation actually. She looked different. First of all her arms were double sized compared to the last time that we met. All her body seemed incredibly athletic and toned.

She was used to go to the gym but behind that body there were hundreds of hours of workout. She barely looked at me, focused on her hand nails “What do you want Tom?” she asked with a firm voice. “Hi Andrea..I’d like to talk to you..but you are busy I see”. I could not hide my disappointment for that absurd situation. She was looking at me now “See Tom, I have just said to my slaves that if you were going to act like you always do, with superiority and anger, I would have thrown you out. This is precisely what is happening now. So slave 1, please escort this man outside”. “Yes madame” said the man behind me, bending his head a little. “Yes madame?” I was in utterly astonishment “Have you lost your mind? Who are these people? What are they doing here?”. She laughed. “Many things have changed in the last months. I am changed. These people are my slaves and I’m their domina”. “Ok” I concluded “You have lost your mind. Are you in some fetish game or something?”. She seemed bored now “It’s not a game. They are a couple who love having a strong person leading them. They are paying me actually..more than the amount that we have fixed at the time but you know, you cannot argue with a woman in charge”. I almost dropped my mouth. “Please Andrea is all clear that you have some problem, you are out of your mind. Please tell them to leave and just talk with me”. “Oh no Tom” she answered angrily, still sitting “It’s not your home anymore. My house, my rules. They are gonna stay and you are going to leave. Walk him out!” she commanded. The girl, half naked too, had stopped to work on the nails. I felt the man behind me who tried to take my arm. It was too much. As I kept his grip I stomped his foot with my sneakers, kicked my left elbow back to the gut and then I grabbed his head, throwing him on my left shoulder. He landed on the feet of his mistress. After that I went to him, now unwilling to fight, took him from his head and carried him in the way out. Finally I kicked that freak on the ass outside the door, in that ridicule clothing. Worse for him.

I went back to the living room. Andrea was looking at me, not so indifferent anymore. “What have you done??” she asked angrily “Well you deserve better.. how do you call them? Oh yes slaves my mistress. I’m a real man and not a freak, stop playing with me” I said. She stared at me and after a while started laughing, not so spontaneously. The girl, still on her knees, followed her even if quite plainly worried from this situation and probably guessing her man walking half naked in the neighborhood. “Well Tom I like you attitude, that’s probably why I have accepted a “normal” relationship between us for years. But now you are going to discover a new Andrea. Now I have found out my inner strength, emotionally and physically speaking. Do you see any changement in me? There are changes both inside and outside and you are going to know all of them. Because I swear you, you won’t leave this home as the same man who walked in”. She stood up, her beautiful and muscular body now completely revealed. “Get ready” she continued “I will fight you. If you win we are talking as you wish, if I win..well you’ll be just one more on my slave’s list. And if you run away..I’ll catch you and beat the shit out of you”. “Oh really? You have just gone mad. Am I supposing to fight a woman? The woman that I love? Besides you know that I’ve practiced martial arts for a couple of years”. I was trying to talk some sense into her. “Don’t worry my dear Tom” she smiled “You are nor the first neither the bigger man that I’ve fought..well maybe the more muscular but it just makes this domination more exciting”. She had changed. Definitely.

She was just a normal and joyful woman and now was a kind of mistress or dominatrix or whatever name they have. At this point my choice was straight: I was going to fight her and kick her ass in order to take my old woman back. “Ok Andrea. You’ll be soon sorry for this stupid challenge. You are going to change this very morning. You will beg me within hours but I won’t listen”. “Oh such big words” she remarked, “I will remembering them while you’ll been kissing my feet. Ready for the fight??”. I took off quickly my white shirt, the snickers, socks and the jeans. “Are you fighting in underwear??” she asked laughing at me “Yes” I answered, “Because in every second of this fight you must know that your man is kicking your ass”, “Ahahah patethic..I guess that I’m even stronger than you now. Come on!”. She was challenging me to a test of strength. Was so damn confident in herself! I was starting wondering why. I rose my arms taking her hands in my grip. She started pushing on me and I struggled to keep my balance. She had become incredibly strong. But I was still stronger. I just closed my grip on her hands, grinding her fingers. She was slightly moaning for the pain now. She tried to went back but I had her. I could see the pain on her face. She raised her leg and tried to high kicked me on the chest but the distance was too short. I let her hands go and pushed her on the shoulders as she tried to go back. For a moment she landed on the floor but after a second rolled herself up. “No, you are not definitely stronger than me” I mocked her “Still wanna fight?”. I a fury she tossed herself on me. I launched a kick aiming at her body with my right leg but she caught the leg in the air and gave one,two, three left elbow strikes on my knee, while with the other arm was holding the leg up. I felt a bad pain. She didn’t gave me the time to react, going backward and bringing the leg with her. My legs split against my will, the right going forward and the left backward, and the pain shocked me. I was an athletic man but I wasn’t ready for that. With some effort I moved my left leg in a normal position. I was on my back now and looking at her I saw that she kept my right foot in her captive hold. I didn’t realized what she was doing until I felt an excruciating pain in my tendon. “It’s an achille’s leglock Tom..it’s the first time that you feel such a pain, don’t you?” she asked with a sadistic smile. Yes was the first time and I couldn’t bare it. “What the fuck are you….doooing…”, I was groaning now. Her body, toned but little compared to mine, was inflicting pain and humiliation to me. My strong arms and shoulders were on the ground, useless but to tap out my submission. I frozen as I sensed something on my crotch. She had placed her right foot between my legs “Not a good idea wrestle me in underwear macho”. I was up to scream now, she was pulling my achille’s tendon combining it with the pressure of her foot in my testicles. It was too much. I don’t know how but she was crushing me. She must knew it: “Didn’t realize that I took self defense classes these seven months you asshole? Ready for submission Tom? You are going to be a good slave”. I was about to crying out on the verge of the supreme humiliation, but I had to try at least once to escape. She was focused on my leg and had almost forgotten her foot which was pushing with medium strength on my crotch. Using my abs I quickly sat up and seized her right foot, pulling it with me backward. She was caught completely by surprise. My strong arms pulled her leg back (I heard a soft crack for the strong twisting) and now I had her foot. Changing her position even the ankle lock on me had become less effective. I didn’t know how to apply the same hold so I made up something. Keep pulling her leg with both my arms I moved my left leg on her knee and then my left foot downward. I didn’t know what kind of hold was it but I didn’t care. It was a kind of leg lock and it worked. All the pressure of my left leg was now on her knee and was her turn for screaming in pain. She tried to counter moving her free leg but I moved immediately.

She had let go my right leg not believing in her ankle lock anymore, so I moved both my legs, went on my knees (the hell of pain in my right) and stood up. I was standing now, her right leg under my left arm, while she was laying on the ground under me. “You have become a good fighter” I told her with a smirk. She had a really angry face “But not enough..”. I wanted to take some revenge over her, so I placed my aching right foot on her inner thigh, pushing her left leg downward and took her right foot with both my hands moving it upward. I was straddling her two legs apart. Soon I noticed two things: her jeans didn’t allow her to move so fluidly to try something but I wasn’t neither inflicting a real damage. She was flexible and the jeans’ denim wasn’t so easy to stretched out. I didn’t care as she wasn’t in condition to react. In an act of dominance I started licking her sole and all her foot. I don’t know if it was the humiliation of her legs or the licking but she started squirming and her face turned red. Unable to free herself she called for backup “Slave help me! Kill him!”. I have forgotten completely the little brunette who was watching us. As I turned she was almost on me, plunged forward. My instinct reacted: I just took her right arm, moved my waist and judo flipped her to the ground with all my strength. She flew on the opposite side of the living room. Andrea wasted no time. I have let her go for few moments, me still standing over her. She locked her legs on my right leg and, now sitting, locked her left armpit behind the weak ankle of my foot, sweeping me. I fall on the ground, face first. She merciless didn’t let go my right leg and bent it a boston crab. The pain on my injured leg was..incredible. That bitch has used a trick to distract me. I was fully of anger “Bitch! Nasty bitch!”, she just laughed and pulled the leg backward “Nooo..my leg..fuck..not again..noo..”. She was on her feet bending me, my leg over my shoulders. I moaned, feeling the pain in my back and throughout my leg. I had to submit. “Andrea..” I started “Oh no my love..” she answered, “You know my actual name. Call me mistress and beg me bitch..”. No..it was not happening. She was not humiliating me so much, I can’t believe it. I was a strong man and she was just a woman..but that woman was destroying me. I opened my mouth thinking what to say, when I suddenly saw it. She had brought my leg so backward that now her right feet was on my left side. I pushed my arms on the ground, raising a little, and after that I hooked her calf with my strong left arm and with all my might rolled my weight on the opposite side. She turned around on herself like a doll and landed on her ass. I was free and jumped on my feet, still aching for the pain in my leg. She stood up too, jumping backward, surprised and really furious. With a deadly look she unbuttoned her jeans and teared them off. “Do you fight in your underwear bitchy mistress?” I asked.

My breath was a little labored. “I didn’t want to send you to the hospital” she answered back “But now I have no choice. I’ll have to crack out all your bones”. Despite her words she was breathlessness too. She rose her arms in a boxing stance and the same did I. Can she box? I asked to myself. Because I couldn’t. She approached me, faked a cross on my face and then smashed a jab on my abs. Luckily my abdomen is quite strong and I thanked my gym trainer. I tried to distance her but to no avail. She kept herself close and in a fast move turned her body punching my jaw. I was dazed and now very afraid of her undeniable boxing skills. I had to think fast. I tried to recall my martial arts training and worked on my mind, trying to clear it out. She tried to punch me once again but I dodged her fist, this time targeting my throat to finish me off. I have avoided it for just a second and now was on her left, her guard open. I opened the palm of my right hand and passing between her arms I hit her solar plexus. As I reached her chest we both heard the thud and she spat the air out of her lungs, going back. I could finish her off with an high kick but my right leg has become almost useless. She tried to regain herself and low kick me on the right knee..cheater! Unfortunately for her she was tiring, my last hit to her plexus upset her, the right leg was clearly still injured for my previous twisting and thai box wasn’t definitely her sport. She tried to low kick me once again but failed. So she twisted trying with her left but was a fake, she lunged forward trying to punch my upper body again. I knew it, I was ready. I caught both her shoulders going toward her, put my left foot on her belly and flipped her over, in a perfect stomach throw. I looked at her flying over me and landing hard, back on the wood floor. I rolled back quickly in a perfect motion and sat on her chest. I rose my powerful right arm for a fist to her face. She tried to protect the head with her arms, releasing a girlish yell for the fear. I didn’t touch her face, just punched her hard between the shoulders and the biceps to weakened her arms. Now she was under me with a defeated look. “Andrea you wanted it. Yes, you are good fighter I must admit it. But now it’s the time for you beg for mercy”, saying that I moved up her sport bra revealing her tits and started slapping hard both her boobs and sometimes her face. She was whimpering now.

I felt her body squirming beneath me and I tied my legs on her sides to immobilize it, but could not avoid her legs. In fact she was trying to catch me with her legs from behind to dislodge me. I just laughed as I saw her legs intertwined on my chest, trying to push me backward. “Ok honey..your legs against my chest and arms, let's do it” I said. I caught both her legs and pushed it down. For a moment we struggled but in 5 seconds her legs were yet bent in an unnatural position close to her shoulders. She cannot help but screaming in pain “Nooooo…Tom stop it..nooo you are crushing me in half..please whatever.. whatever..you won! I submit! I submit!!”. I let her go, and sat with my brief now very close to her mouth in a classic school boy pin. “Have you had enough or do you wanna wrestle some more?” I asked, my arms on my hips. “No..please enough..” she sobbed in a girlish hesitant voice, the same that I was used to listen. I stood up and put my right foot on her face, pushing her to the ground. “Who is stronger?” I asked, “…you are..” she answered low voice. “Good girl. Now you are going to lick my feet mistress”. She started crying, defeated and did it. She licked all my feet probably afraid that I could change my mind and punish her badly. I saw the brunette girl who was staring us, touching her pussy. “Come on freak girl, enjoy your dominatrix. Eat her..”, “No!!” Andrea said but I just put my foot deep in her mouth. The girl came closer and started working on my girlfriend’s pussy. I sat on her, caught both her tits and started to touch and kiss them softly. She was moaning in pleasure but was still fighting it “Bastard..you can’t humiliate me like this..no..ooooo”. She was about to come when I heard the girl behind me chocking. Andrea have crossed her legs and head scrissored her. I slap her tits again “Let her go!”, “No” she answered me defiant. “Let her go home Andrea. It’s about you and me now”. She slowly released the girl who ran away as fast as possible, recollecting her clothes. “Now I’ ll destroy you” I said. I twisted, sitting on her face. After that a started to reverse head scrissor her with my bare legs and straddled her body, resting my mouth between her legs. She tried to closed her thighs but my arms just pushed a little and opened them widely. “Oh look at the mistress..she is just in my hands..you are a whore after all aren’t you?” I was destroying her ego piece by piece. I worked on her crotch and she soon began to shake for pleasure. But all of sudden I felt a grip on my intimate part. She was trying to grab me behind! I quickly locked my scrissor oh her head full strength. She started choking immediately “You know what can you do with your hand loser? Do it!”. I heard her slender hand tapping out on the floor. I loose the pressure of my thighs, keeping working on her down under.
She was in pure pleasure now, probably the best orgasm in her life I thought smiling, that’s why I needed to stop it. I lift my head and turned around once again in the schoolboy pin, her hands pressed now on the ground by my arms, my brief on her face. “Nooooooooo” she complained “Please don’t ruin it..please..please..”, she had a begging look on her face. “You are going to be my slave for a week now and after that we are forgetting this fetish thing that you have, ok?”, “Ok..ok..as you wish..Tom..”, she mumbled, “..master” I corrected her. This BDSM wasn’t so bad after all. “Yes..master please let me come..”. I moved my right hand backward, touching her for a couple of seconds and she came explosively. I bent on her “Now kiss my chest and arms” I commanded. She obeyed without a remark, kissing softly the ample chest and the strong arms that had crushed her. I looked her in the eyes beneath me “Why you left me?” I asked. The tears were starting rolling on her cheeks, “I don’t know..I wanted marry you but I was afraid..I’m just a patethic coward Tom..that’s why I played and convinced myself of being a mistress..please forgive me..”. I kissed her mouth “Don’t worry, now your man is back and is looking after you”. She nodded “Do you really think that I’m a freak?” “A little” I said smiling, “But I like your new body..just not challenge me again ok?”. She smiled back.



..to be continued?

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