Psycho-bitch!
“ Hello..., are you Mistress Matilda?”
“ Who wants to know?”
“ I’m sorry..., my name’s Carl and I’m interested in a session...at my place if that’s all right with you?”
“ Yea...I’m the mistress, how’d you hear about me?”
“ Your web site...it’s designed pretty well.”
“ Thanks.”
“ So is it ok if you come over, tonight perhaps?”
“ Yea, well..., all right...where do you live..., what’s your fucken address?”
“ Fucken address...?”, ask the guy a little stunned.
“ That’s right...before we go any further, there’s one thing you’ve gotta know.”
“ What’s that?”
“ In my sessions..., Im the boss, there’s nothing else to it.”
“ Ofcourse, that’s why you advertised yourself as a dominatrix...that’s what I’m looking for...a femdom session.”
“ Right..., but this is serious...I do what I want with you for the hour and a half that I’m with you.”
“ As long as you don’t really hurt me, everything’s ok.”
“ Like I said...I do what I want.”
For a moment, Carl hesitated, but he nevertheless continued, “ Ok..., my address is 1860 Walnut avenue...it’s in Plymouth.”
“ I know you’re calling me from Plymouth...you don’t have to tell me that, asshole.”
Taken back by her words, he nevertheless ask, “ How did you know and why are you so rude?”
“ You must have shit for brains.”, said the sexy, dominant, yet seductive voice. Going on, she added, “ This is the twenty first century...get with it, I’ve got caller ID...as for my attitude, like I said...I’ll treat you the way I want, now take it or leave it.”
“ Ok, mistress, I get it.”
That’s good.”, replied Matilda, having sarcasm in her words.
“ Is seven tonight ok?”
“ That’ll be great...now for the fee.”
“ How much?”
“ Well...let’s just say the token of appreciation is two hundred.”
“ Two hundred dollars?”
“ No..., two hundred pennies...you ass. what else would I be referring to?”
“ Ok, that’s fine, I’ll have it in cash when you get here.”
“ Now that’s the first smart thing you’ve said since we began this fucken conversation.”
“ All right...so you’ll be here at seven?”
“ Ofcourse...what did we just talk about...you’ve got a lot to learn.”
“ You know..., I kind of like the way you yell at me...it’s beginning to turn me on, I think this session’s gonna go pretty well.”
“ Things’ll go well for me...for you, I’m not so sure.”
Nodding his head, Carl said, “ Well, ok, I’ll see you then, you know the way.”
“ I know my way around...you think I’m stupid or something?”
“ Oh no, I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m sure you can find my place with no problem.”
“ You mean your joint...I’m sure that’s all that it is.”
“ Ok, that’s real funny, see you then.”
“ Yea...I’ll be there, you can count on that.”
Before Carl could say goodbye, she hung up the phone. After he did the same, the guy let out a sigh and got up, going out to his livingroom. Looking up, he glanced at the clock reading six fifteen.
Since he was already done with supper, the single guy simply mused around the one story house for the remaining time, doing this and that until six fifty four when he saw a black torus pull into his drive and stop.
Excited, Carl went to the window and stared away through the semitransparent curtain. While watching, he saw the figure of a woman emerge from the vehicle, dressed in a black skirt and jacket. Immediately, he took note of her boots. From his point of observation, they had high heels with the leather extending all the way up into her skirt.
Finally, the dark-haired female with her mane raised to her head’s top, grabbed a satchel from the car, closed the door, and strolled up to the entrance.
When the doorbell rang, Carl’s hands began to shake as he went up to the entrance, turned the knob, and pulled the wooden panel inward.
“ You must be Mistress Matilada..., right?”
“ No..., I’m the Avon lady, I’m selling the recipe of death..., ofcourse it’s me, who else?”
Despite her rude response, the guy let her in, saying, “ Come in and have a seat...make yourself at home.”
Instead of placing her attractive ass atop the sofa as suggested, she immediately snapped back at the man and said, “ I don’t have to make myself at home...for the time I’m here this is my home...I own it, together with you...you’re my property now, understand?”
“ Yes.”
“ Yes what?”, yelled Matilda back to him, smacking him across the face as well.
“ That hurt!”, responded Carl, holding his face.
“ I demand that you address me by my title...you fucken piece of shit!”
“ Yes mistress.”
“ Good..., now let me see the two hundred bucks.”
Reaching into his back pocket, Carl produced the money from his wallet and gave it to her. On the side of her left boot was a small zipper only four inches long. After opening it, she stuffed the money inside, zipping it closed afterward.
When her frame was straight again, the dark eyed female ordered, “ Go in the kitchen and get me a glass of wine.”
“ I don’t have any alcoholic beverages in the house.”
“ Well then, asshole...you’ll just have to go out and buy some, now won’t you...?”
“ But...?”
Smack, again he got it across the face.
“ I gave you an order, creep, do as you’re told!”
Just standing there, he watched as she sat herself down upon the sofa, crossed her legs, reached into her business style jacket, and produced a pack of cigarettes, firing up with a lighter afterward.
Her first puff exhaled, she rotated her head, looked at him, and ask, “ Well..., what do you need, a written invitation?”
Really wishing to have a session with this beautiful but strange lady, Carl complied, leaving his home and walking down to the corner store only a few minutes away. When he returned with a bottle of red table wine, he placed it on the livingroom table and inquired, “ Is this what you want?”
Taking up the bottle, she looked at it and said, “ Not the best, but it’ll do.”
Then she snapped at him, “ Well...., what are you standing there for...get a glass...for me only.”
“ Yes Mistress.”
Back in the livingroom, Carl poured her the drink as she continued to puff away. The glass in one hand and the cigarette in the other, Matilda said, “ Take all your fucken close off.”
Happy the session was starting, the man eagerly complied, stripping himself naked.
“ Get down on your knees and crawl to me, slave.”
“ Yes mistress.”
Slowly, he approached and finally knelt before her noble boots.
Looking up into her eyes, he stared away as she got up, placed the glass down on the livingroom table, and the killed her cigarette in an ashtray on the same piece of furniture.
In awe, helpless Carl stared on while she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.
“ You ain’t got any underwear on.”, remarked Carl, seeing her naked ass and cunt.
Smack, she hit him again, screaming, “ You talk when you’re spoken too!”
“ Yes mistress.”
Next, the jacket and blouse went off, revealing her tits. Right before the guy stood the image of a dominatrix. Around her waste was a black leather cyncher, securely wrapping itself about her abdomen, leaving everything else exposed. And most importantly, her stiletto boots went up to her thighs, adding more mystique to her already over powering stature.
Reaching into her satchel which she let fall to the sofa, Matilda removed a pair of elbow high black gloves together with a whip.
When the gloves where on, she said, “ There, asshole, turn around and let me see your back.”
“ Yes mistress.”
On, two, three..., she began whipping him over and over, really going at it with the leather object.
Feeling the pain intensify, Carl eventually yelled out, “ Ok, that’s enough, please, I think I’m starting to bleed!”
“ You asshole, didn’t you hear what I said on the phone...I decide when enough’s enough!”
“ But...?”
“ Fuck you, creep!”, yelled Matilda, kicking him in the ass as she let the whip fall to her side, still holding it’s other end.
“ You’re pathetic..., you’re scum...!”, said the woman, again kicking him, this time in his side.
When he fell over, she quickly moved forward and lowered her boot to his chest, pressing down with force.
Lying completely on his back now, Carl looked up into her face and started to feel an erotic sensation building up inside of him as her image loomed above him, making her look as if she were fifty feet tall or something.
Slowly, she moved the leather masterpiece to his face and ordered, “ Kiss..., kiss the leather.”
“ Yes mistress.”
His face against the black shine, he began respecting the boot’s toe, kissing away and even licking it at certain spots.
“ That’s right, give it your best, slave..., you’re doing just fine.”
“ It’s an honor to serve you, your ladyship.”, said Carl between kisses.
“ You bet it’s an honor, I’m the greatest in the world, there’s nothing better than me!”
“ You’re the best...yes you are.”
“ Then kiss and shut up.”
“ Yes mistress.”
Four minutes later, she gazed at his erect cock and remarked, “ What a little thing you’ve got there...not good for much.”
“ I know..., that’s why I’ve gotta call you...only you can put me in my place.”
Her foot removed now, she stepped back, turned around, and rotated her head, saying down to the man, “ Now get on your knees and stick that stupid face of yours into my beautiful ass...I want my butt kissed..., do it now!”
“ Yes mistress.”, answered Carl with enthusiasm in his words.
His hands trembling with sexual anticipation, Carl slowly knelt behind her posterior and placed each of his hands upon her outter thighs.
“ Kiss away, little boy.”, commanded the lady, watching him press his face against her left side and start with the worship ritual.
“ Oh ma’am...I respect you...I really respect you!”
“ I know you do, I’m something to respect.”
“ Let me worship you..., please let me respect you...please...!”, moaned the guy, going kiss, kiss, kiss upon her curvaceous female ass.
“ You’re the best ass kisser I’ve had in months...you know that?”
“ Yes ma’am.”, responded Carl, intoxicated by her backside.
Raising his right hand a little, Carl explored her behind and gently massaged it, letting his hand go slowly over her ass, covering every spot.
“ Oh..., it’s so beautiful!”, exclaimed Carl, his heart raising.
“ So you really like it, don’t you...?”
“ Yes...!”, replied the guy, kissing faster and faster.
“ You want me to sit on your face?”, ask the dominatrix, still having her head rotated back, looking down at him.
“ Yes mistress, please do it.”
“ You really want me to?”
“ Yes, yes...!”
“ I won’t sit on you unless you let me shackle you up...hands and feet.”
“ Ok, do it, just please sit on my face!”, exclaimed Carl, precum now dripping from his cock.
Walking over to her satchel, the lady removed two cuff pairs. Upon her return, she ordered, “ Stretch your fucken self out on your damn back.”
“ Ok.”, answered Carl, really eager for her ass, almost willing to do anything just to have it.
All stretched out, Carl watched as the lady squatted and placed one pair around his ankles. Next, she raised her self and said, “ Ok, put your hands behind your back and role over halfway so I can shackle you.”
“ Yes Mistress.”
Click, and the second pair was in place. His hands under him now, Carl looked upward as she stood straight and placed her hands on her hips.
“ Ok Mistress, lower your ass in my face.”
“ What, what are you talking about?”, ask the woman with a wicked grin.
“ You said you’ll sit on my face if I let you shackle me.”
“ I did?”
“ Yes.”
“ On the phone I said you’ve got shit for brains...I see you’ve also got shit in your ears.”
“ C’mon..., please!”
Laughing, she said, “ Yep..., you really want my ass in your face, I can see that.”
“ Yes, please do it.”
“ Ok, I’ll do that.”
However, just as Carl was getting ready to enjoy the sight and feel of her rear descend down upon his mouth, he watched her step over to the side of his head and squat down, lowering her ass above the carpet only a foot away from him.
“ What are you doing?”
“ What the fuck does it look like, asshole?”
Tilting his head in her direction, the astonished guy looked on as she simply shit on the carpet, letting two pieces of crap drop down from her nether eye.
“ There, I think I’n done now..., no wait...one more time.”
Again, helpless Carl watched her take another shit, releasing the last piece from her rectum.
“ Now I’m done.”, said the lady with pride.
“ I can’t believe you just did that!”
“ Why..., a woman’s gotta go at some point.”
“ Yea, but...?”
“Speaking of butt...didn’t you just ask for my ass in your face, ha, ha...?”
“ Mistress, you’re taking this shit too far.”
“ I’m gonna take my shit as far as I like.”
Getting up, Matilda stepped over Carl and finally lowered her ass over his face, stopping only an inch above his mouth. As she squatted and hovered above him, the sexy lady said, “ Ok, here’s my ass, and by the way...how about licking my asshole clean, let’s go, do it!”
“ Matilda..., let me loose now!”
“ I’m giving the orders here, not you, now lick me clean or I’ll make you suffer!”
“ Please!”
Since she was facing his feet, the lady had no problem reaching forward and grabbing hold of his cock. Slowly, she began pulling it, stretching it further and further.
“ Oh no, please, you’re killing me!”
“ Then do as I say or I’ll rip it off...trust me, I will.”
“ Ok, ok, just stop!”
To his relief, she let his manhood go and said, “ Well..., are you gonna lick my ass or not?”
Defeated and humiliated, Carl had no choice, slowly sticking out his tongue and pressing it against her filthy asshole.
“ Ah, that feels good, lick some more.”
Again, he stroked her back door with his tongue, taking up all the shit residue. After five strokes, he had her clean.
“ That was nice, nothing like a good licking once in a while.
“ All right you sick bitch...now free me and get the hell outta here!”
“ That’s no way to address a mistress, I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”
Standing up, she turned around and looked down at the man, pointing toward her pile of shit.
“ Eat that stuff...I want you to eat the whole pile.”
Angered, he replied, “ Fuck you, whore!”
Reaching for the whip, she began striking him, hitting him over and over, paying special heed to his cock and balls.
“ Take that, you creep!”
As the pain swelled up, Carl began screaming, “ Stop it, stop...!”
“ Eat my shit...you bastard, only if you eat it will I stop!”
“ Fuck you!”
“ Good, have it your way.”
Strike, strike, strike went the whip, opening his skin, allowing blood to escape.
“ Stop it, stop!”
“ Then say you’ll eat my shit.”
She didn’t let up, causing his whole body to redden.
“ Ok, ok, please, I’ll do it!”
Smiling, Matilda tossed the thing over to the sofa, saying, “ Good, now do it or I’ll never unshackle you.”
With some effort, Carl turned his head and wiggled his frame toward the shit pile. Once his mouth was before the smelly stuff, he opened it and took a bite. The taste was awful, almost making him vomit. Despite his revulsion, he nevertheless ate away, consuming it all after ten minutes of agony.
“ Hey..., look at that...you really did it, you’re now an official shit eater, ha, ha...!”
Sick not only of her, but of himself as well, Carl yelled, “ All right, you whore, let me go!”
“ What did you call me?”
Thinking for a moment, Carl then said, “ Ok, I’m sorry, just please let me go.”
A dirty smile on her face, she stepped over him with one leg and let her exposed cunt hang two and a half feet above his face. Suddenly, she relieved her bladder, pissing straight down on him as she placed her hands on her hips.
Moving his head back and forth, he kept his eyes closed as the yellow stuff trickled away, splashing upon the surrounding carpet.
“ Ha, ha..., look at you, or shall I say...piss on you!”
After the last drop struck his mouth, he yelled, “ Damn you...now let me go or I’ll kill you!”
“ You’re gonna kill me?”
“ Yea!”, replied Carl, loosing control of his words.
“ Should I take that threat seriously?”
“ You better!”
“ Yea..., I think you’re serious...in that case it’d be best if I make it impossible for you to ever kill me..., right?”
Terror went through his veins as he realized the implications of her words. Watching the lady, he saw her step over and reach into her satchel, removing a Lugar, having a silencer attached to it.
“ What are you doing, that’s a...!”
“ That’s right, that’s a pistol...I’m glad to see that you recognize one when you see one.”
“ No, please, you’re not serious?”
“ Why shouldn’t I be, asshole...you told me I should take your threat seriously, now I am.”
“ Ah, um..., I was only joking, I didn’t really mean I’m gonna kill you!”
“ That’s what they all say.”
“ No, please...!”
“ Too bad.”, said the dark-haired dominatrix as she squatted next to him and shoved the gun’s barrel into his right temple.
“ No, c’mon...!”
“ See you in hell..., mother fucker!”
“ No, no...!”
With no effort whatsoever, she pulled the trigger, hearing the bullet whistle as it left the cylinder. Momentarily, his skull bounced and then went still. Afterward, from the side of his head, a pole of blood began to colas, getting larger and larger.
Standing, she made two steps back and simply stood there, eyeing the dead man. Seeing his body lay there turned her on, causing the sick woman to slowly insert the gun’s barrel up her cunt and twist it around somewhat,. moaning away at the same time, “ Oh yea..., oh, oh...!” Finally, she came, doing it all over the black shaft.
Finished, she returned the deadly weapon to her satchel, doing the same
with the whip. Next, Matilda got dressed. When she had all her clothes
on, the psycho-bitch took up the satchel and left. Once outside, the lady
went to her car, got in, and drove off into the darkness.
The End.