; ; If you think that you have read stories of female domination, you ; ain't heard nothing yet. This story is true. I met her at a party. Her ; name was Rachel. She was incredibly beautiful. A body to die ; for. Imagine your most favorite female lust object. This was her. I ; started talking with her and hitting on her. No matter how interesting ; the party was, I would much rather be with her, in any and every sense ; of the word. Most especially, I wanted to be inside of her. She had ; prominent breasts, blond hair, long legs, a beautiful and lively face, ; an actual waist (what a concept!), and a manner of confidence that got ; one's attention. As we talked, she told me that she was a huntress, ; and that she was looking for a man. I chuckled to myself, as I didn't ; want to scare away my prey. What I couldn't understand was that she ; was completely alone in a moderately filled living room of someone's ; house at a party. I asked her about that. She told me that she simply ; chased all of the other suitors off because she was waiting for me. I ; was both flattered and a tad anxious. Perhaps she was just giving me a ; line of some sort, and so I forgot about it.
; ; Eventually after about 35 minutes of small talk, she ups and says, ; "Let's go to my place." To look at her, I was not about to argue about ; it. One mere look at her through males eyes would cause anyone to obey ; such a suggestion. We took our separate cars to her rather nice ; apartment/dwelling. As we walked in, she says, "I feel that you like ; dominant women. You like women who take charge." I say as a joke, "Was ; my being a scorpio the tip off?" She says, "That was part of it. Would ; you like to be tied up?" I say, "That sounds delicious!"
; ; She walks me into a back room and shows me a very wide massage table ; like table with numerous straps. I hesitate. I take another look at ; her. Then I say, "Let's party." She tells me to get undressed and lay ; on the table. She undresses. She has no padding or support. Her tits ; pout. Her hips flair. Her waist is narrow. She is a gorgeous love ; goddess.
; ; I am trusting this woman who I barely know. Men think with their ; little head. This was either the biggest mistake that I have ever ; made, or the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I ; can't figure out which. She smiles very sweetly and becomingly at me ; and starts to strap me in. At first she does not tighten the straps, ; but once she gets all of my hands and feet in the straps, she quickly ; tightens them. I notice that there are other straps. One for my ; waist. One for my chest. One for my knees. Basically, when she is ; finished, I can barely move, and I was pretty much at her mercy. A ; character trait which, apparently, she did not have.
; ; There was a strap for my head, but she did not apply it at this ; time. She puts a pillow under my head and smiles at me. Of course, my ; cock was already getting full. But now, seeing her gorgeous curves, ; breasts, and hips, my Sir Johnson salutes her exquisite feminine ; sexuality and beauty. Then she reaches over to a desk and picks out a ; syringe from the desk drawer. Now I am very unhappy, but what could I ; do? I could barely move except for my head. I cry, "What the fuck is ; going on here? Let me out of here. If you don't stop, I am going to ; scream." She says, "Go ahead. This room was especially constructed so ; that we could both scream our heads off. But don't worry. This will ; not hurt you. It will merely give you a 3 or 4 hour boner and greatly ; enhance your libido and sensitivity." I didn't know that my libido ; needed to be enhanced, but I guess she wanted it enhanced, and I ; didn't have much choice. She smiled sweetly at me again, with her ; glorious love globes almost in my face, and says again, "Please, do ; not worry. This is not going to harm you. It will simply give you the ; boner that every man dreams about." I become a little less worried, ; but it does not matter because she darts the needle into my arm and ; injects the stuff into me. My boner was flagging from the worry and ; panic, but as soon as that drug hit me, it started to climb back onto ; its throne. And, jeez, was it hard. It was amazing. It felt so good, ; and I was so fucking horny. I forgot my worries. I sexually saluted ; the universe and loved it.
; ; She tenderly reaches over to my pole and starts to stroke it. It felt ; so good. She was such a babe. This is going to be so great, I ; thought. She climbs on to the table and drapes her gorgeous globes in ; my face. I try to lick and suck her nipples but am only partly ; successful. She mounts me and slowly pushes her pelvis down and crams ; my cock into her pussy. There is very little that I can contribute, ; but who's complaining.
; ; She's right. I am much more sensitive. The feeling is 10 times better ; than usual. She starts cranking up and down while I stare in amazement ; at her fabulous tits. She says, "Did I mention that I am insatiable?" ; "No, actually you didn't.", I say, and groan with pleasure. And she ; says, "I can do it for hours. In fact, I am going to do it for ; hours. We are going to do it for hours. Does this please you?" "Oh, ; yes, Goddess!", I say. And she says, "You have no idea what you are ; saying. When I am finished with you, you will be so fixated on me that ; you will be my complete and utter slave." I already was very happy to ; be her slave, but she just becomes silent and strokes away. Her love ; juices start to flow onto my lap and the leather straps holding my ; thighs and waist down. In and out, in and out. I am in bliss. She ; starts to cum, the first of many, and I follow suit. I explode inside ; of her; I almost pass out. She does so almost also, but catches ; herself.
; ; This is where it gets weird. I am ready for a short rest. She rights ; herself and just keeps on stroking. I am 43 years old. I need a small ; rest after an orgasm or else I feel pain. My cock is not about to go ; limp on me like usual after a mind shattering orgasm; the injections ; sees to that. She just keeps on cranking. Because of the increased ; sensitivity, the pain is excruciating. I scream, "Hey!!! Let's take a ; rest, you're fucking killing me." She just keeps on cranking. She ; closes her eyes and enjoys her bliss, and I start screaming at the top ; of my lungs for her to stop. Finally, she opens her eyes and smiles at ; me sweetly. I swear at that point that I am going to smash that sweet ; smile bloody when I get out of my harness. She says, "This is all part ; of the fixation process. Scream your heart out. Hate me. It will do ; you no good. I am insatiable. And the more energy and emotion and cum ; that you spew at me, the more fixated that you will become on me. In a ; couple of hours, I will own you. It does not matter if you know what I ; am doing. There is no hypnosis here, no power of suggestion. You will ; follow your cock and balls and emotions and anger and love and bliss ; and pain just like everyone else. And while I am fixating you on me, I ; get the enjoyment of a world class fuck. So, scream, baby, ; scream. Scream all that you want."
; ; After several minutes of her stroking and fucking and perspiring and ; cranking like a luv machine and my screaming and hating her and ; spitting at her, the pain subsides. She keeps on cranking. And I can ; see on her lovely face that she is oblivious as to whether I am ; experiencing pleasure or pain. Her vaginal mucus covers most of my ; lap. I am beginning to enjoy it again. God it feels good. It is so ; cool. Being deep inside of such a fucking love goddess, or a lovely ; fuck goddess. She is dripping with sweat. She leans over so that some ; over her lovely, fuck powered sweat runs down her goddess tits, on to ; her goddess nipples, and drops into my mouth, my eyes, my nose. I try ; to lap the drops up. I tell her, "Thank you, fucking love Goddess, ; thank you for your sweat, your love juices, your beauty, your fuck ; power, your wonderful tits, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" She ; just smiles at me and says, "In a few minutes, you will be hating my ; guts." I can't think about that; all I can think about is the glorious ; feeling of being buried inside of her and seeing her fabulous body ; humping me.
; ; She cums. Since I have already cum, it takes me a little ; longer. Eventually, I explode with a monster of an orgasm, shooting my ; pearl jam into her. Again, silly me. I expect her to stop so I can ; catch my breath and not feel that very negative sensitivity that comes ; after cumming. I guess I am used to being in charge and being with ; women who give a rat's ass how I feel. She didn't. She just keeps on ; cranking. In and out, in and out. She stares into my eyes and I start ; screaming bloody fucking murder. I spit at her. I scream at her. I ; call her every fucking name in the book. I threaten her. I tell her ; that I am going to kill her, strangle her, tear out her fucking ; heart. She stares into my eyes and just keeps stroking. I fucking ; swear to God I thought that I would die from the pain. I wondered if ; it is possible to pass out from this kind of pain, and I wished that I ; would. She strokes and strokes and strokes. She uses me. Her eyes roll ; back in her head and she cums again and again and again. Did I mention ; that she seems to be insatiable, literally? All this while I am in ; agony.
; ; Finally, the pain starts to subside, while she uses me, strokes, ; fucks, cranks, moans, cums, even screams in bliss. Whether I am in ; bliss and ecstasy or in pain and agony, doesn't make a damn bit of ; difference to her. She smiles loving at me and fucks my fucking guts ; out either way. Some times while I am in excruciating pain, she ; cums. This goes on for 3 whole hours. I could bore you with the ; details, but basically I just keeps going through the same cycle. She ; goes through only the cycle of cumming and the bliss leading up to ; cumming. You think that you may have been used by a woman at some time ; in your sexual life. My experience with Rachel is REAL being used. I ; was drained and used and fucked. I think that this is what they mean ; when they say, "Fuck you!". This is real degradation.
; ; Near the end of this incredible ride, my screams of ecstasy and agony ; became weaker and weaker. She was draining my energy. Finally, after ; more than 3 hours, my dick started to flag. She came one more time and ; rests, while I was still inside of her. She climbs off. You guys that ; whine "I feel so used. She used me for her sexual purposes." You make ; me laugh. I could barely walk. I was so fucking depressed. I was so ; USED. I had been ridden from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of ; agony for more than 3 fucking hours (excuse the pun). And she must ; have cum 30 or 40 times. By this time I was in no mood to fight or ; hate her or love her. I just wanted out.
; ; She reaches over to the desk again, and I was afraid that she was ; going to give me another shot of her love potion. Instead she pulls ; out a handgun. This, of course, was even more threatening than the ; syringe. She starts to unshackle me and says, "Don't worry. This gun ; is just to make sure that you don't try to kill me. I won't hurt ; you. I wouldn't ever hurt my dear slave." And I say, "Dear slave my ; fucking ass. When I leave here, you will never see me again." But I ; say it with very little passion. I have no passion. I am so wasted! ; She just smiles.
; ; Then she says, "And don't bother calling the police. When you leave, ; this place will turn into a normal looking home. And what policeman is ; going to believe your story. Remember, women are supposed to be the ; weaker sex, and policemen are such big, strong men. They will just ; laugh at you if you tell them that I raped you. Raped you! I fucking ; own you. Sure, here's the door. Just go out into the world. Tell ; yourself how much you hate me. Don't worry about the depression; it ; will pass. Please don't kill yourself. This deep depression will pass ; in a couple of days. Next time, when you can't help coming back for ; more, I will give you some pills to help make the depression go ; away. Now, don't worry about a thing. I'm not. I know that you will be ; back begging for more, begging on your knees for me to fuck your guts ; out again. You are fixated on me. I own you. I own your balls. I own ; your cock. I own your emotions. I own your energy. I own your will. I ; own you better than if I had a chain around your neck. If I physically ; restrained you, you would not be willing. But in a couple of days, you ; will be my willing slave. You will bring me money; you will help ; support me. You will think of nothing but me. You will want no one but ; me. Now, out you go. See you in a few days." I grumbled, "Not fucking ; likely" and left.
; ; I got home about 1 A.M. and sit on my bed and feel like utter shit. I ; am glad that she told me that the depression would pass. I would never ; have taken any pills that she gave me since I did not trust her, but ; her telling me about the depression passing saved my life. I would ; most certainly have killed myself that first night. The next day was ; Saturday, and I was still deeply depressed. I watched football and ; hated her guts. Sunday, I felt a little more human, watched football, ; and hated her guts. I went back to work on Monday and hated her ; guts. I was sufficiently improved from the depression such that I ; could fake my way through work, and I hated her guts. By Tuesday, I ; was feeling better, and I started thinking that perhaps she was not ; such a complete bitch. I kept improving each day. By Friday, just ; thinking about her gave me a boner. In fact, I couldn't think about ; anything else. It was hard to work. I work at a desk, so I could hide ; my stick under the desk. I called her on Friday and asked her if I ; could see her again but that I didn't want any more pain.
; ; She said, "See, I told you so. You can fight it or and even know about ; it, but it is resistless. You will serve me and come to me again and ; again and again. I own you. After I gave you the treatment, I own ; you. If I think that you need another treatment, then I will include ; the pain in our fucking. Now, you can come over tonight, but I want ; you to bring $1000. I gotta pay the rent."
; ; I told her, "You have got to be kidding. You are one fucking arrogant ; bitch. No whore is worth $1000."
; ; She said, "I am no whore. I am your owner. I can see that you need ; another treatment. Perhaps a 6 hour treatment would bring you to your ; knees. Give me a call when you are ready." And then she hung up.
; ; I was pissed. The next day I went to the gym to work out and get her ; out of my mind. Funny thing is, I saw many babes at the gym, but I did ; not lust at any of them. All I could think of was Rachel, Rachel, ; Rachel. But Sunday, I was craving her so fucking bad. I craved her ; smile. I craved her pussy. I craved her hips. I craved her tits. I ; craved her confidence. I craved her more than I have ever craved any ; woman. I craved her from afar more than I craved any woman I was just ; about ready to cram my cock into. I became utterly obsessed with ; her. I tried jacking off. It wouldn't get hard. All I could think of ; was her. I was afraid that if I tried to go to work like this that I ; would not be able to accomplish anything.
; ; So, damn, I called her again. Asked her if I could come over ; again. She asked me if I had the $1000. I told her, OK, just this ; once, so that you can pay the rent. I wanted her so bad. I wanted the ; domination, the pleasure, even the pain so fucking bad. I wanted her ; smile. I was totally fixated on her.
; ; I get to her house. I give her the money. She tells me to use the ; bathroom. She straps me in. I am very ambivalent, at least in my ; heart, but certainly not in my balls and my actions.
; ; She gives me the injection. This time she also gives me a drink. The ; drink tasted very good. She tells me that it will enhance the ; experience. As if the experience needed to be enhanced. She tells me ; that I am a tough nut to crack, so that is why she gave me the ; drink. My dick gets hard. Between looking at her and the injection and ; the drink, a catatonic schizophrenic would get a boner.
; ; She climbs on. And I am in ecstasy, then agony, then ecstasy, then ; agony, and so forth and so on. Up and down, in and out. I am getting ; the fuck of the fucking century. And it is even better than last time, ; thanks to the drink. After 3 hours, she asks me if I have to use the ; bathroom. I say no. She climbs off and gets another drink and another ; syringe. She gives them both to me. The drink gives me extra ; energy. She tells me that it is a combination of spirulina, colostrum, ; nutritional yeast, wheatgrass juice, and other secret ingredients. So ; I am not so depressed at the 3 hour mark.
; ; Then she climbs on again and starts fucking the living life out of me, ; in and out, in and out. Her hips are like a machine, except that she ; is cumming and trembling and rolling her eyes back in her head. Three ; hours of pleasure for her and three hours of pleasure and pain for ; me. Then she finally stops after one last cum on my part. She looks at ; me and says, "Now, no more rebellion, little man with a big cock."
; ; I was so fucking wasted, energy drink or not. She unstraps me and I ; roll off the table and walk out the door. Even though I was pretty ; depressed, I knew that I was owned. I hated the thought of sex, but I ; knew that I would soon change my mind on that one and that I would be ; back. I just hoped that she would be a little kinder when it came to ; my little post-cum pain problem. But it didn't matter what I ; hoped. She was in complete charge. I was resigned to her will. ; ;