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CRUEL DOMINATRIX ALEXIS
(MF/F, Mind-Control, Slavery, Extreme Humiliation, BDSM)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
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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.org/~Cindy_Silver_Eyes/
cse1986@rocketmail.com
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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...!)
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