Female Domination Dildo

A BDSM Erotic Short Story!

It was summer in 1990; the European Football Championship was in progress. Cafes were packed with beer-drinking football fans and the streets were silent. My family was also glued to the tube, so I decided to flee the house. Ice hockey was my sport and football didn’t fit in with that. Not that I hated it, but I just didn’t have a lot of it. I closed the front door and walked ten meters further towards the city center when I heard my neighbor call my name. “Jake,” she called quickly for the second time, while I was already turning around. “Hey, Elizabeth, not seen for a while,” I unwittingly rhymed. Elizabeth was my approximately 40-year-old neighbor, who lived in a house behind us. She was a nurse at the Academic Hospital in Leiden. She was on her way home now. “But I do see you often when you are sunbathing in the garden. Am I watching you while enjoying a glass of rose?” “I know Eef because my sister and mother realized this a long time ago. They told me that I had a silent mistress or something like that, “I told Elizabeth. “Your mother never talked to me about that, she doesn’t mind,” she wondered. “No, my mother likes you very much and I like it to be viewed by a beautiful woman,” I answered laconically. “I’m just going to keep on looking at you,” she said reassuringly. I told her to continue with this and immediately got a bizarre inspiration.

“You know what Eef, when you look out of your window at 02:00 tonight to my bedroom, then I open the curtains, turn on the light and go and pull myself right in front of the open window until I cum”, I shamelessly blurted out. Elizabeth was a moment off the path and said in amazement, “what are you going to do?” I repeated my intention, with the guarantee that I was really going to do it. “Sorry Jake, but I’m really not going to see how you are going to do dirty for an open window,” she responded in a negative tone. “You have to know for yourself, Eef, I do not commit you to anything, but I will just do it tonight,” I said with determination. “You are a dirty perverted man,” she said and indicated that he should continue. And she was gone.

To be honest, I also got my reservations a little later, because I had suggested my kinky idea on a whim. But anyone who says A must literally expose the buttocks and then say B. I indeed stayed with my intention. The night came and the minutes ticked away. I had never done anything like this before, but I loved tension and challenges and this would be one of them. I saw on the clock that it was 01.55 and I walked naked to my curtain and looked unobtrusively through a small crack at her house. I once again took a good look at what exactly I saw, because did I now see three faces in my darkroom looking in my direction? Yes, damn it, I actually saw three faces that made talking movements towards each other. The clock indicated 01.59 and I really had to do it now, because otherwise, I would come across as incredible bullshit. Pats, it’s 2:00 am now, my performance is about to start. I turned on the big light and opened the curtains completely naked. I stepped on a table that was under the window frame. Now I stood in full glory at the window and saw violently moving heads on the other side.

My heart was booming. I took my cock in my hand and started making slow movements. My cock grew steadily and after a few minutes, I had a huge stiff pole in my hand. If only my family knew what was happening in the house now. I accelerated my pulling pace considerably and after each jerk pulled my peck skin back as far as possible. It felt so good. In the side street that ran right past our houses, I saw a cyclist approaching in the distance, approaching steadily. “It will not be true,” was my fearful thought, knowing that I could not stop. I continued to pull my dick nervously but unchanged, with the cyclist close. “Don’t let him or her look up, but straight ahead,” I wished. But the cyclist, now clearly see that it was a man, stopped to watch my game calmly.

I looked across the street and saw that the three heads had also noticed the cyclist. “This is not good, this is not going well,” was my conclusion and continued to pull on, but thanks to the cyclist now with much shame. It was 02.35 when I squirted my loads of warm seed with large rays against the window. When the last wail fled to his fellow wackles, I quickly stepped off the table, turned off the light and closed the curtains. While I was doing this, the cyclist treated me to mocking applause. This seemed very humiliating to me. But yes, with the buttocks exposed. I cleaned my sticky glans with a cloth and, as always, got into bed naked, dreaming of a large dildo in my rectum.

When I was sitting at the breakfast table with my parents and sister in the morning, my father said that last night I had given away a nice show to my mother and sister, who had seen everything together with Elizabeth. Never in my life have I been in such a dangerous position as at the time. I almost felt my head explode with shame and I dared not look at anyone anymore. My sister Charlotte tapped me on my shoulder and showed me a small sandwich bag. “Here you come, Jake, a bag of draw drop,” she said mockingly. My parents then walked from the table to the kitchen, laughing and laughing. I hurried quickly to my room, still seeing the dried-up traces of my sperm on the window, as proof of my performance the night before. For days I avoided my family as much as possible, or I said very little when they spoke to me. After a week, my mother came to me with the announcement that I had to go to Elizabeth. “Is that necessary and why is it,” I reacted surly. “Go ahead, she’s waiting for you now,” she said kindly. I didn’t feel like going to her but decided to do it anyway. I rang the door with fresh reluctance and the door opened fairly quickly. Elizabeth stood in the doorway in a short black leather skirt, black leather ankle boots and a sort of red corset with laces. Her pretty big tits almost popped out, her nipples were clearly visible. “Come in quickly, before I am seen,” Elizabeth said hurriedly. I stepped inside and sat down on the couch. She brought me a beer and asked what I thought of her outfit. I told her that I thought she looked very sexy, like a very attractive mistress. I added that I wanted to be her slave. She said nothing at all but looked at me investigative. “You did the deed last week, brave enough,” she suddenly spoke to me. “We enjoyed and laughed a lot at you, especially when the cyclist appeared on the scene,” she added.

I told her it all went differently than expected and I thought she had invited colleagues or girlfriends that night. It remained silent for a moment and I emptied my glass of beer, “YOU ARE NOW MY SLAVE, YOU DRESS AGAIN and QUICKLY,” she suddenly shouted at me very sternly with a huge dildo in hand. So I had already indicated that she wanted to be her slave, but with friendly intercourse standards. PATS sounded the loud blow that I got in my face out of the blue. I undressed very quickly and was ordered to go to the bathroom with her. I had to wait for her there for a while until she came to the bathroom naked. In her hand, she had a big funnel, which I got stuffed into my mouth while lying on the floor while still holding a dildo. “I have to pee a lot, you’re going to drink everything without wasting anything,” she instructed me. “Yes, Elizabeth,” I said. Now I got five strokes of a whip, which is also used for horse riding. “Mistress Elizabeth is from now on,” she said in a punishing tone. “Yes mistress Elizabeth, sorry mistress Elizabeth,” I now correctly addressed her, afraid of getting even more strokes. In vain, because another ten strokes followed my body.

“I had not given you permission to talk,” she commanded me. She put the funnel in my mouth again and peeed all her urine into it. I did my best to drink everything, which I managed with great difficulty. I tasted that her urine did not taste very strong, which made it feel easier to drink. “Lick my pussy clean,” her voice resolutely sounded. I looked up at her shaved pussy and saw that it was very wet. A few droplets dripped off, indicating that a clean-up was required. She shoved my head between her legs with her hand and I immediately started licking her pussy.

After five minutes, she pushed me hard on the floor and kicked my balls hard with her right foot several times. “Ooh my god… aww… aaagh, I heard myself groaning with pain. Then she hit my balls hard, which must have looked flat. “I make a frisbee out of your balls,” she said with a mean smile. Then it became quiet for a while and I was able to recover from all this. Did my parents and sister know about this, it should almost be. This must be a one-off punishment for my crime a week ago. Again Elizabeth entered the bathroom completely naked, but now she was wearing a large strap-on dildo.

She quickly harshly flushed me. “Bend over,” I was reminded. I stooped forward, holding a horizontal wall bracket. After about a minute, I felt the dildo, which was not only large but also thick, entering my butt hole and blocking open. A very burning sensation followed. Slowly I felt the glans of the dildo find its way inside. “Aaaargh,” I shouted. Elizabeth now relentlessly pushed the dildo all the way inside. I gasped, but that didn’t help. It was as if I had been torn from below. “Aaaaahhh,” was my reaction to the second hard blow. “Aaahh… ooooh… aaargh”, it went on for more than an hour. Ruthless and extremely hard, I was fucked without mercy. One-shot followed another shot, sometimes calmly, but usually painfully hard.

“Well, that was it again for a while,” was suddenly her remark with a friendly tone, as if nothing had happened at all. “Dress up and get out of here,” she snarled at me again. I didn’t dare ask if I could take a shower first, so I did exactly what I was ordered to do. I already behaved like a slave. I was led outside by her, after which she said she had a lot more plans with me. I would still hear when I could get an audience again.

When I was back home, my mother and sister Charlotte were waiting for me. “Was it fun with Elizabeth?” They both said and in a hypocritical way. I said nothing and walked upstairs. Charlotte called after me that Elizabeth had hidden a camera in her bathroom and that they were invited in the evening to watch everything. “That too,” I muttered. For a long time, I took my oh so wanted a shower and fell asleep completely naked with a very painful butt hole. With the curtains closed, then again.

The End.