An Evening of Terror!
Seated in her livingroom, Joan stared away at the ceiling, watching her cigarette smoke slowly work its way around the old chandelier. Thinking, she let her mind dwell away on whatever came up, hoping that an idea would hit her, something which would make her boring existence a little more interesting.
Alone for the last decade, the twenty nine year old long haired brunette worked as her own dominatrix, earning money from her sessions, making a living to a limited extent, always having enough for the rent and utilities.
Her eyes moving away from the crystal, Joan slowly raised her denim covered ass from the sofa and leaned forward, killing her cigarette in the ashtray upon the table. Gently, she pulled down a little at the base of her black T-shirt and finally stood straight.
With a steady and relaxed stride, the sexy creature went over to the livingroom mirror and stared at her physique. Looking at herself, the young lady remarked, “ Nice..., that’s why I earn my bread the way I do.” After giving herself a light smile, Joan turned away and walked into the bathroom. There, the good looking female unbuckled her belt, pulled down her jeans and panties, and finally sat her butt down, taking a piss afterward.
Finished, the dark-haired lady got up, raised her attire, washed her hands, and returned to the livingroom, listening to the sound of her stiletto boots as the black leather objects struck the wooden floor, generating a lonely echo as the vibrations bounced from the walls of her half furnished suite.
Bending down, Joan reached for her cigarette pack on the cocktail table, fired up with some matches next to the ashtray, and again parked her rear in the sofa.
After blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, Joan reached over and took up the TV’s remote. The button pressed, the picture tube lit up and displayed some image.
Flicking through the channels rapidly, Joan became frustrated as she lightly exclaimed to herself with a sigh, “ Nothing but shit tonight..., nothing but crap!”
Frustrated, she turned off the television, got up, and ventured over to the stereo. Standing before the thing, Joan squatted and removed a CD from the rack, taking up Mozart’s Requiem Mass. When the disc was in place and the machine turned on, the female went over to a bookcase, removed a novel, and finally came back to the couch, sitting herself down, book in hand.
As the masterpiece began, Joan glued her eyes to the pages and read the time away, loosing herself in mystery and intrigue. Two minutes later, she raised her feet upon the table, allowing herself to take full note of her exquisite and beautiful boots as the leather’s full form went over her pants and up to her thighs, giving her an appearance to match the gothic novel in her hands.
For the next hour, her eyes went back and forth, taking in the words when suddenly the phone rang.
“ Damn..., why now?”, ask the woman to herself, getting up nevertheless, tossing the book upon the cushion afterward.
In the kitchen now, Joan raised the receiver to her ear and said, “ Hello.”
“ Hi..., I saw your add in this paper..., is it ok if we have a session tonight?”
Looking at the kitchen clock, Joan thought for a moment, but eventually responded with, “ Yea..., why not, can you be here at nine?”
“ Yea ok..., I’ll come to the address in the paper.”
“ All right..., and by the way.”
“ Yes?”
“ What’s your name?”
“ I’m Paul.”
“ Ok, Paul..., be there at nine.”
“ I will.”, replied the guy enthusiastically.
“ Good..., see you then.”
Upon hanging up the phone, the lady turned around and went back to the livingroom, taking a seat again, continuing on with the piece of literature.
When the first part of the Requiem was through, Joan glanced up at the livingroom clock, seeing a quarter till nine. Nodding her head, she simply read on until the hour.
At exactly five past nine, her apartment buzzer rang. Getting up, the sexy lady walked over to the intercom and ask, “ Who is it?”
“ It’s me..., Paul.”, answered a voice from the speaker.
“ Ok.”
After depressing the button, Joan went over to the livingroom’s main door and waited. A minute later, she heard a knock. Hesitating for three seconds, the woman finally opened the entrance and peered into the face of some middle aged guy.
“ Hello..., come on in.”
“ Thanks.”, replied the man as he stepped inside.
Measuring the individual off, Joan pictured him as some kind of office worker. Sure enough, he said, “ I had a rough day at the bank..., I really need you.”
“ You’ve come to the right place.”
“ Good..., let’s get started.”
Excited by her sexy physique, the sexual masochist began to undress, quickly removing everything until he was bare ass naked.
Removing her attire as well, Joan slipped off her T-shirt, revealing her back leather bra. After she pulled her jeans off and over the boots, she displayed a pair of black leather panties.
“ You look impressive in that outfit.”
“ That’s right..., it’s what makes the men kneel.”
Smiling, Paul said, “ Oh mistress..., please punish me, give it to me..., let me have what I deserve!”
“ No problem..., little boy.”, answered the dominatrix, opening a drawer built into the livingroom’s table.
The thing in hand, she stepped forward and struck him across the back.
“ Oh..., it hurts so good!”
“ It’s gonna hurt more than just good!”, yelled the lady while giving him another strike of the flexible object.
In pain, the man was nevertheless able to remark, “ That’s Mozart playing..., isn’t it?”
“ Yea..., it’s the death mass.”
“ How appropriate for the setting.”
“ I know..., it’s one of my favorite pieces.”
As the composition continued to play, Joan struck the guy three more times before she ordered, “ Kiss the leather!”, while pointing down to her boots.
Like an animal he went forth on all fours, slowly placing his mouth to the footwear’s base. He spent the next fifteen minutes worshipping her boots when she happened to ask out of the blue, “ Where’s the money?”
“ Money?”
“ Yea, money.”
“ You didn’t say anything about money to me on the phone.”
“ Oh c’mon..., stop pretending you were born yesterday, let me see the bread.”
“ I don’t have any.”, replied the man, looking up now into her dark and cold eyes.
Making a step back, the lady responded with, “ In that case, you can shove the rest of this session up your ass.”
“ Can’t we just finish it..., I’ll pay you tomorrow.”
“ No way..., you either give me money now, or you can get the hell outta here!”
Angered by the female, Paul stood up and approached her frame, blowing up his chest in the process. When he stood nose to nose with her, the guy dictated, “ You’re gonna finish this or it’ll be your last session ever!”
For a few seconds, Joan stared into his eyes while the classical piece softly ended. A moment later, she looked downward. However, with lightening speed, the dominatrix kicked up her knee cap and gave him a good one right in the balls.
“ You fucken whore!”, exclaimed Paul, holding his crotch.
When he got himself back together, the guy jumped forward, wishing to throw himself upon her. Stepping aside, she watched him fly by and eventually hit the floor.
“ Damn, you slut!”
“ I’m not a slut..., you’re just an asshole, asshole.”
“ Oh yea..., I’ll kill you, you bitch!”
“ Is that so, jerk...; in that case, I’ll take your threat seriously and do you in first.”
With the whip, the professional mistress struck the man and caused the long leather object to wrap itself around his ankles, temporarily immobolizing him while she quickly darted to another drawer in the same room. Upon her return, she took up the whip again and pulled it away, burning his feet in the process.
Just lying on the floor, Paul looked up and ask with a shaky voice, “ What are you doing?”
“ What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
“ You’re pointing a gun at me!”
“ No shit, shit head.”
“ Is that a silencer on the pistol?”
“ Yep..., you bet.”, replied Joan, keeping the barrel pointing directly at him.
In fear now, he ask, “ Please..., what are you gonna do?”
“ Have a little fun..., that’s all.”
Before the man could say another word, Joan pulled the trigger, causing a bullet to enter his left thigh.
“ Ahhh..., that hurts..., please!”, screamed Paul as he quickly sat up and held the wound.
Using her other hand, Joan again raised the whip over her shoulder and brought it back down, allowing it to go across his face.
As streaks of blood worked themselves slowly down his cheeks, Paul pathetically tried to get up and head for the door.
“ Ha..., that’s a laugh!”, exclaimed the dominatirix as she watched him struggle.
With no feelings whatsoever, Joan again pulled the trigger and shot him in the back of the other leg directly above the knee.
Obviously, Paul fell to the floor, holding himself and trying to ease the pain as much as possible.
“ Please..., ma’am, don’t, I didn’t mean it when I said I’ll kill you!”
“ I know..., but I now mean it when I say I’m gonna get rid of you!”
A third time, she took aim with the pistol and shot at the guy, this time in his left arm right above the elbow.
“ So how does that feel..., creep!”
“ Please..., please!”
“ What a cry baby.”, mocked Joan, watching him bleed away.
“ Please call an ambulance, I’m gonna die..., I’m loosing a lot of blood!”
“ I’m sure you are...., that’s the whole idea!”
“ Help me..., you’ve gotta stop this!”
“ I’ve gotta do shit!”, yelled Joan, going up to the man and kicking him in the balls.
With three bullets lodged in his frame, Paul wasn’t sure what hurt more, her kick or the continuous burning and throbbing of the imbedded lead.
A second time, she let her stiletto boot go into his nuts. “ So..., can you feel that?”
“ Please, don’t!”
Tossing the whip upon the sofa, Joan returned to her victim, placed her left hand to her hip, and took aim with the gun, pointing the thing right at his crotch.
“ No, no...!”
“ Oh yea...”, giggled the evil vixen, pulling the trigger and watching his scrotum sack bounce up and down at the bullet’s impact, bringing forth a puddle of blood afterward.
“ I’ll bet that felt good..., don’t you agree!”
Since he was in too much pain, he couldn’t give a coherent answer.
“ I said didn’t that feel good, asshole?”
Able to talk now, he moaned, “ Please..., please!”, while leaning himself forward in a seated position, holding his stomach as his busted testicles caused severe abdominal terror.
Less than a minute later, the nauseating sensation caused him to vomit, throwing up directly on the floor before him.
“ You bastard, look what you did to my floor..., I don’t mind the sight of blood, but this shit I don’t like!”
“ Help..., help.”, mumbled the weakened individual.
“ You can take “help” and fuck yourself with it..., lick all that shit off the floor!”
“ Please...!”
“ I said lick that fucken shit off the floor!”
Not listening to her, Paul simply sat there and moaned away.
Raising her pistol, the wicked bitch took aim and fired, hitting poor Paul in his hip, adding more misery to that which was already the utmost in agony.
“ Are you gonna lick that stuff up or do I have to kill you?”
With a feeble voice, Paul responded with, “ Ok, ok!”
Reluctantly, Paul bent himself forward a little further and pushed his face to the waxed surface covered in his vomit. With a twisted expression, the guy stuck out his tongue and began his unpleasant task, consuming the stuff he had eaten an hour back.
In imitation of monkeys at the zoo, Paul reconsumed his own regurgitation, going at it for more than twenty minutes. The taste was horrible, almost making him throw up a second time. Nevertheless, with the threat of death looming above him, Paul finished up when she looked down and said, “ Not bad, I mean..., you’re one good licker..., with a tongue like that, I’d hate to see you die before it’s put to some further use.”
Smiling, Joan slowly lowered her leather panties, pulling ‘em all the way off, eventually slipping ‘em over her boots.
The skimpy attire tossed on the sofa, Joan again pointed the gun at him and ordered, “ Lay straight on your fucken back!”
“ Please call an ambulance..., please!”
“ Did you hear what I said, or do I have to put an end to you now?”
Having no choice, defeated Paul stretched out his aching frame and stared at the ceiling.
“ Good..., now I can take a seat.”, said the dominatrix while lowering her good looking ass right into his bloody face.
Looking toward his feet and having one boot to each side of his chest, Joan gave the command, “ Lick my slit..., eat me out..., I wanna feel that good action tongue of yours.”
From beneath her womanhood, she felt his lips move until he entered her realm, pushing it in as far as he could. Stroking away, he managed his best at stimulating her swollen clit.
“ Oh..., you’re so good, oh yea!”
He went at it for two minutes while the sick lady arched herself forward and rubbed her fingers across the wound on his left leg. After watching his leg flicker at the pain of her touch, Joan retracted her hand and brought her index finger to her mouth, sucking away at the red stuff until it was all gone. “ Not bad...”, said the lady, doing the same thing over again.
With the taste of blood on her lips, the mistress of darkness came, spilling her orgasm all over his helpless face.
“ That was all right!”, moaned the woman as she got up and still stood over him, keeping her boots to each side. The gun in her hand, Joan made a step back, having her cunt now directly over his wounded manhood. Pointing the pistol at his crotch, Joan shot him again in the same sensitive area, listening with joy at his cry for mercy.
As more and more blood poured forth, wicked Joan relieved her bladder, pissing straight down upon his dick!
“ No, no..., that burns like fire!”, pleaded Paul, feeling her urine work its way into his open flesh.
“ Suffer, I hope it feels hotter than hell, for that’s where you’re gonna end up in a few minutes anyway!”
“ No, no..., don’t!”, demanded the guy as he tried to get up, pushing at her boots.
“ You fuck, how dare you touch me in that manner.”, screamed the mistress, allowing the last drop of piss to hit his frame.
Stepping over him, she next stood at his side and raised her stiletto spike, placing it directly above his exposed scrotum.
“ Please, ma’am, please...!”
“ I’ll give you please..., take this.”
Down it went, inserting itself into his mutilated balls. Like a knife, her boot’s heels pierced his left testicle and went all the way through the small rounded thing.
“ Looks as if I’ve got myself an olive or something stuck to my heel.”, mocked the female while she removed her boot from his body and stared down at his wretchedness.
Shaking her head, Joan squatted and plucked his nut from the spike, tossing the thing to the side afterward.
“ No use to anyone now..., ha, ha...!”, laughed Joan, strolling across the livingroom a moment later.
Before the table, she reached down for her cigarettes and took up the pack, removing a white stick afterward. When she finally fired up, the dominatrix returned to her victim and squatted before him, removing the cigarette from her mouth. Watching a huge cloud of smoke fill the immediate area, Joan next pushed the cigarette’s lighted end into what was left of his nuts.
“ Ahhh..., oh..., don’t.”, mumbled the now semiconscious man.
“ So you’re still alive..., good, that’ll insure you’ll feel this!”
Again, she inserted the lit cigarette, this time into his left leg’s open wound, enjoying the sound of his painful cry.
As she let him have it, the lady ask, “ You know why I work as a dominatrix?”
Due to the severe agony, he didn’t respond, causing her to scream, “ You know why I’m a dominatrix?”, while pushing harder upon the burning cigarette.
Responding to the horrible sensation, he humbly answered with, “ No.”
“ Because I love to inflict terror and pain..., life’s all about pain...to torture is to live!”
Going on, she added with undisguised pride, “ Torture’s an art, it’s the stuff all societies are based on, the threat of pain keeps the world in line..., oh yes it does!”
“ Please..., please!”
“ That’s right..., please, please..., I’m so pleased to see you die!”
“ Ma’am..., get me to the hospital!”
“ It’s too late for that..., you’re headed for the morgue.”
Herself standing now, Joan aimed the pistol at his head and yelled, “ See you in hell, motherfucker!”
“ No, no...!”
“ Yes, yes...!”, was all she said as the bullet left the chamber and entered his skull.
The End