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CRUEL DOMINATRIX ALEXIS
(MF/F, Mind-Control, Slavery, Extreme Humiliation,
BDSM)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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Alexis smiled
down at the kneeling girl.
Her smile was a
strange mixture of fury and glee; reflecting an angry joy at what was presented
to her. The 40-year old woman of
authority was semi-dressed for the occasion.
Not her full-fledged dominatrix outfit but still encased in a sharp,
threatening leather suit,
with
her high-heeled boots clicking on the floor
menacingly. They were in the livingroom of Alexis’s house – her, Cindy, and Martin. Alexis towered over Cindy, smiling viciously
at her, and played with the crop. Cindy
kneeled on the floor, unable to speak or get up, hands clasped in the back of
her neck, her teary eyes fixed at the woman.
Martin merely watched. He looked
as he always did – like an aging hippie, rather than a respected
professor. And he held a glass of Jack
Daniels, of course. He’d always been far
too cozy with the booze, always too close to drunk – even before getting fired
from the university for making a pass at this particular co-ed now kneeling on
the floor before Alexis. Still, he was a
superb chemist, one good enough to make the drug that made the current scene
possible. He was the brains of the
operation. He was the brains, but surely
not the balls – no one else was the balls, when Alexis was involved. She was easily the most vicious, evil bitch
Martin had ever known. And he was simply
in awe of her…
“Little… Miss…
Goody… Two… Shoes…” Alexis hissed at Cindy, emphasizing each word
forcefully.
There was real
anger in her voice, but it still dripped with pleasure – pleasure at her own
rage. The co-ed was knock-out gorgeous
and no doubt Alexis would have loved to enslave any pretty little thing like
her. But that wasn’t all in the case of
Cindy Cooper: Nothing so annoyed Alexis
as a self-righteous, know-it-all, high-and-mighty snotty bitch…
And as for
himself, Martin had wanted to get the snotty little bitch ever since she’d
ruined his career (assuming good ol’ Jack Daniels
wasn’t gonna do that sooner or later anyway…).
Not to mention,
Cindy was drop-dead gorgeous…
“I am gonna have so much fun with you” Alexis hissed again,
tapping the scary crop against her leather pants.
Cindy only
managed to tremble – having made the drug that was mixed into the young co-ed’s
drink, and set up the accompanying procedures to complete the psychological
conditioning, Martin had a pretty good idea about how it worked. Enhanced fear, that
was the only way to explain it. Cindy
was, and would forever be from now on, in complete fear of disobedience to
Alexis; her owner and Mistress. She was
in the grip of a fear that was as inexplicable and irrational as it was
insurmountable for the 21-year old.
Alexis lifted up
the girl’s chin with her crop.
“You’re no dyke
I presume…”
Sniffing and
broken, Cindy replied in her teary voice:
“No, I am no dyke…”
The slap on her
face was as sharp as sudden, echoing in the room. Cindy shrieked from both surprise and pain –
Martin could easily see Alexis’s red hand-print on the girl’s cheek.
“You call me
Mistress, you fuckin’ air-headed cunt!”.
Her fury was real
– and surely sent waves of tremendous fear through the girl’s heart…
“You understand,
slave?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
she almost screamed in terror.
“Good – so you
are not a dyke. How could you be? A perfect little Miss Goody Two Shoes like
you! I’m sure you do not have a lesbian
bone in your body….”
Alexis leaned
into the young woman: “And, that’s just
the way I like it, slave.”
Martin knew this
to be true.
Alexis was a
real life lesbian dominatrix (in addition to being a tough-as-nails lawyer),
and she was a frequent of the BDSM clubs in the city - where Martin had met
her, as he was attending as a mere spectator, much like now. She had had a number of slaves. Those subs found her in the clubs, and on the
internet, lesbian subs who dreamed of being owned and dominated since they’d
been blossoming girls, subs who felt weak in the knees at the mere sight of
Alexis with her dominatrix costume on, subs who wanted to be controlled and
humiliated, little lesbian sluts who wanted to play along.
Sure, hardly any
of them had been anywhere near as gorgeous (or even young) as Cindy, but that
wasn’t the chief pleasure Cindy offered Alexis.
Alexis wanted, as surely as lions want gazelle meat, a girl who didn’t wanna be a sub, who didn’t wanna
be a lesbian, who didn’t wanna be fucked, humiliated,
and dominated by an evil lesbian dominatrix…
“Yes, that’s
just the way I like it” Alexis chuckled greedily, as if to confirm Martin’s
thoughts. “I always wanted to play with
a girl who didn’t wanna play along…”
Martin finished
his glass – he was hard as a rock…
“And believe me
slut, I am gonna make a perfect little playmate out
of you…” Alexis continued as the girl shivered.
“You will learn to eat pussy – oh, yes, you will… I will whip you till you’ve become a perfect
little carpet-muncher. You will be my little pussy-eater – and you
will be, I promise, the best fuckin’ pussy-eater east
of Mississippi, oh yes. And you will get
a ton of practice, slut, you’d better believe it – you’ll be on your knees
eating cunt all the fuckin’ time. When I’ve had enough - well, I know a bunch
of old dykes who’d be more than thrilled to help me train a hot new carpet-muncher. Yes, slave,
nothing but practice and punishment – until I am convinced you are the best fuckin’ cunt-eater you can be!”
Martin could
well see the disgust, terror, and humiliation on Cindy’s teary face. Oral sex with dykes… the young co-ed couldn’t
believe her pretty ears.
“Oh, yes, my
little sex-slave” Alexis smiled maliciously.
“You and I – we will be visiting all the bondage clubs.
You as my slave.
My pet.
My little fucktoy.
And,
yes, everyone will know – you will be naked except for a tiny thong I may allow
perhaps, collared, leashed like a dog, crawling at my heels. And you will be punished and used there for
the amusement of your superiors – you will be punished and used like no other
slave, because you will be a true-and-true slave, no fuckin’
safe words, no
fuckin’
worries over whether you may change your mind, no fuckin’
worries over whether I’m pushing your God damn limits too much…”
“You will learn
to be the perfect slave.
You will learn to speak, stand, sit, walk, kneel
like
the perfect sex slave – like a trained dog. You’ll follow commands to the point. You’ll always do exactly as you are
told. You’ll perform acts at the drop of
a hat. You’ll turn tricks at a mere
command – yes, just like a dog!”
“And until you
learn to act as the perfect sex slave, learn to be the perfect sex
slave, you will be punished. Very very painfully, you uppity little slut… You’d better learn to endure pain real fast,
cunt. Because
any
little mistake you make, the tiniest hesitation in
following orders, the slightest dissatisfaction with your performance
– and you
will be met with
the whip. I will tie you in my basement
dungeon and I will whip you till you are too wasted to even scream anymore.”
“Not to mention”
Alexis grinned with pure cruelty, “I will often punish you for mere amusement –
for my amusement and my friends’ amusement…
And you will learn to take it like a good girl!”
Martin could
almost cumm in his pants – after all, he fully
expected to be present in these punishment sessions.
“Firstly,
though” Alexis said with continuing anger, “you will fix up dear ol’ Martin’s career…” another slap landed on the co-ed’s
pretty face, echoing in the room…
“You snotty,
do-gooder cunt!” she hissed. “Your
professor, your superior, wants to have a little pussy, and you go running to
the fuckin’ authorities! Little cock-teasing slut!”.
Martin himself
almost hadn’t been this furious with Cindy… almost.
“Now whore”
Alexis continued, “You will take that tight ass of yours back to the proper
authorities, and you will confess that all of it were lies… yes, all your
accusations were lies! You will take
every little accusation back and I’m sure the university will be quite happy to
take Martin back… After all, Martin
could have the fuckin’ dean in a pink skirt if he
wanted, what with threatening a lawsuit after your whorish lies have been
exposed! Isn’t that right, Martin?”
Martin only
managed to nod his head at this – once the little slut went back, recanting
everything, he would have the dean by the balls, that
was for sure…
Alexis
smiled: “And since everyone will learn what a lying little slut you are, little Miss Goody
Two Shoes, I expect you shall make quite an impression on your school mates
from now on. You will look and act like
the cock-teasing slut that you are.
The little college-slut!”
That was another
thing with Alexis, Martin had long figured.
In the fashion of a true dominatrix, the evil bitch was never merely
satisfied by having a pretty little thing eating her pussy. She wanted to torment and dominate – and, as
the ultimate form of domination, she wanted to humiliate…
Of course, even
the most eager sub collected on the internet or a BDSM club had very tight
limits when it came to public humiliation…
Unlike poor Cindy, who was incapable of having any limits before her
owner and Mistress…
“You will dress
– I will dress you, that is – like a complete whore, worthy of your new
image. Miss Goody Two Shoes out,
campus-whore in! You’ll strut about the
campus in clothes that would make a genuine whore blush! I especially want those tits under constant
exposure, nothing but huge cleavage or tight-as-cage t-shirts, you dumb, big-titied cow!” Alexis continued.
“And since you
will have been proven as a lying, cock-teasing slut, you shall be incapable of
being raped from now on – who would ever believe your word?
Should make for very
interesting fraternity parties!” Alexis chuckled.
“Oh yes,
darling, I’m sure a Miss Goody Two Shoes like you abhors fraternities and all
the loud, piggish boys there! As your
Mistress, I will make you attend every fuckin’ frat
party on campus from now on. Where…” she
lifted the teary-eyed co-ed’s chin with her crop, “you will be gang-banged all
night long! Yes, I will let you stay
away from me, I will let you to be used and abused by others, all for the
amusement of knowing that the little Miss Goody Two Shoes is being fucked six
ways from Sunday by a bunch of dumb, rowdy animals whose sight she couldn’t
stand before…”
“And for once,
those college boys can gang-rape a cock-teasing princess without fear of facing
the firing squad!” Alexis looked at Martin with a grin: “See, Martin, we dykes are not man-haters…”
Martin raised
his new glass to her – there was no way Alexis was a man-hater,
that was for sure… A man-eater,
maybe...
“Yes, darling”
Alexis continued, “When in my presence, you will be my cunt-eating lesbo sex-slave.
When on campus, you will be the school slut, the perfect little boy-toy
who can’t even spell ‘NO’! Everyone’s little fucktoy…!”
The girl’s face
was burning bright red from her obvious terror and humiliation…
“And I bet
everyone will want a chance to ride the uppity little Miss Goody Two Shoes, now
that she’s properly on her knees…”
“Of course”
Alexis winked at Martin, “who deserves to make use of the school slut more than
the professor she falsely tried to frame?”
“From now on
slut, you will be at constant beck-and-call of your professor, showing proper
respect to his authority, doing exactly as you are told. And you will be punished by him for the
slightest disobedience, the slightest dissatisfaction with your performance…”
Martin couldn’t
hide his glee – this was just too good:
Proper little Miss Cindy, ready to strip naked and spread her legs,
ready to get down on her knees and suck his cock, ready to follow commands like
a good little girl, ready to be punished as he found fit…
Just a humiliated little co-ed slut…
Alexis picked up
a metal object – Martin could see it was a dog collar.
Plain and simple, a dog
collar, no mistaking it.
With the
name ‘Cindy’ engraved on it. Presumably,
even one with no BDSM culture whatsoever could figure out this was an accessory
worthy of a sex-slave…
Alexis locked it around Cindy’s neck – a very
tight fit, Martin could tell. The shame
and dread on her fiery face was palpable.
“Does this
humiliate you, slut?” Alexis chuckled with delight. “It is nothing! You are my slave, my property.
My little pet.
And the whole world will know it… I am gonna have
your ass tattooed Property of Mistress Alexis – so that guys can have a
good laugh when screwing your ass… I am gonna set up a web site for you – dedicated to Slave
Cindy. Pictures of Cindy
getting gang-banged, Cindy sucking cock, Cindy entertaining her
Mistress, Cindy getting punished – oh yes, anything and everything anyone wants
to see…”
Cindy was trying
hard not to cry anymore, but it was quite impossible.
Alexis grinned
with delight.
“Yes, my little
sex-slave slut… Everyone will soon know
you are my property.
My
little fucktoy.
Sex-slave to a dominatrix dyke! They will all see and know. Anyone you hate. Anyone you love. They will know you are a pathetic little sex
slave…”
“Your friends, your pals, your housemates”…
Alexis stopped for emphasis, clearly enjoying herself. “Your
teachers…”.
She stopped after each ramification, just to torment and terrorize
Cindy. “All the guys who wanna screw you – the jocks
you couldn’t stand, the nerds you couldn’t tolerate, the lowly janitor you see
everyday… all of them will know…”.
“And of course the family –
your
daddy and mommy, oh, won’t they love to see what we made of their precious
little Cindy. Their precious little
lesbian sex slave! I bet grand-ma will
love that, too – and all the distant cousins, uncles, aunts… I bet they will all be very proud to know
their family raised a sex-slave whore for my use…”
Alexis was in
pure glee by now.
“I will send
them all postcards soon – postcards of their precious Cindy on a whipping post,
or eating a cunt, or taking it up the ass…
All of that.
And I will put in a web link, too – so they can all go and get the full
collection… We’ll make your folks
proud!”
Cindy was plain
crying by now.
Another slap
echoed in the room. Alexis was furious –
“you cry like that, and I will give you a real reason to cry, fuckin’ cock-tease…” she hissed.
“That collar”
she barked, “it is a functional one!”
She had a small remote in her hand.
Suddenly Cindy shook and screamed in pain…
“Electricity”
Alexis chuckled. “You like it? – I am gonna have a couple of buzzers inserted up your cunt and on
your nipples, too…”
“And guess who
will have the remote while you are in school – oh, yes, the
fine professor you had the tenacity to besmirch with your lies! Martin will keep the remote – and keep an eye
on you, making sure you’re doing as you are told…”
Cindy was
completely lost, in a bottomless heap of terror and shame, burning in hapless
dread.
“And now” Cindy
smiled, “you will give the good professor and your acting Master on campus, a
fantastic little blow-job, my pretty sex-slave… as a sign of gratitude for
correcting you so thoroughly – and as a promise of all the delights he is to
have from now on…”
Alexis grabbed
Cindy by the hair and pushed her towards Martin, making sure she knelt before
him.
And Martin
grinned, as Cindy, hapless and scared, undid his fly, to take his
hard-as-a-rock cock in her mouth…
No more
high-and-mighty bullshit from Cindy. No
more back-talking from Cindy.
Cindy was a sex
slave now, nothing else…
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
Do you like my story?
So, what is it that you like then?
The one thing that you really like the most?
Please let me know:
cse1986@rocketmail.com
(That’s the only pay-off
in writing, really...!)
*****