I first met Sarah at a BDSM club in Indianapolis. I was there with my partner, and we were both new, so nothing exciting occurred at the time. It was my first play party, and I was just exploring for then. Besides, I was a submissive myself back then, so we weren’t even compatible.
We began to talk more and eventually became good friends. And as my Domme side began to emerge more, we started to talk about potentially having a scene together. We discussed our interests and limits, and thus our first scene occurred. It was nothing too intense- some impact play, nipple torture, and pet play during aftercare. It definitely left us both wanting more- and more we would soon get.
I gazed out the front window of my home, phone in hand. I had just gotten a text from Sarah, letting me know she was almost here. Shortly thereafter, a car pulled into the driveway. I lowered the blinds on the window, and walked across the living room, crossing into the dining room.
I turned a chair towards the door and sat down. Taking out my phone, I began to type a text message to Sarah.
*The door is unlocked. Come in.*
My phone chimed, and I opened the new message.
*Yes, Mistress.*
After a few minutes, the door opened. A plus-sized trans woman with short brown hair entered the house. She was wearing the outfit I picked out for her. A green shrug draped across her shoulders and a white dress with a sunflower print across it.
My eyes followed her as she walked towards me. I could see her eyes sweep over my body, evaluating my posture and (I assumed) taking in my outfit. I was wearing a black leather dress with corset-style siding. It clung tightly to my body, accenting my thin waist and broad hips.
“Come here,” I said, placing my elbow on the table and leaning against it, casually observing Sarah as she approached me.
When she was only a few feet away, I pointed with my free hand to my feet.
“Kneel,” I instructed, and she obeyed.
I held out one of my feet towards her. It was clad in a lovely black boot. The back was laced up like a corset, with a graceful 3-inch heel. The side was decorated with a belt buckle- or something similar to it, anyway.
Sarah reached out and took my foot into her hands, one hand on the back of my ankle, the other underneath my toes. She leaned forward and kissed the top of my shoes with reverence. She began to rub the side of her face against my boot, showing her admiration for the Dominant she was worshipping.
Resting alone on the table was a collar, a chain leash attached to the front ring. I picked it up, and Sarah looked up at me. Removing my foot from her hand, I placed the collar around her neck.
“You’re mine,” I informed her. “So long as this collar is around your neck, you belong to me. I can do whatever I want to you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah replied solemnly.
There was unspoken trust in the agreement we had just made. She trusted me to stay within her limits, and I trusted her to tell me if things were going too far. Without that trust, we both knew doing the things we were about to do would be impossible.
I fastened the collar closed around her neck, and held the leash in my hand. Standing up, I instructed my submissive to rise. She obeyed, and I led her to a simple white door. No hint of what was beyond could be deciphered from the outside.
I opened the door, and purple light enveloped us. I began to descend the stairs, carefully navigating the steps in my heels. Once we reached the landing, I began to take them off, and gestured for Sarah to do the same. The floors of my dungeon were made of foam, and I wanted to avoid damaging them.
Leaving our shoes before the entrance, I pulled back the curtain and entered the dungeon. Sarah followed behind me, naturally so, as I was leading her by the neck. My eyes swept over the dungeon, and a plan began to form in my mind.
I led her to the rug that laid on the floor in front of the bed. Standing her in place, I began to circle around her, taking in her appearance. Deciding she was wearing too many clothes for my liking, I ordered her to strip off her dress.
She did so, removing her shrug first, and placing it on the floor. It was soon joined by her dress, placed neatly on top. She was now wearing only her black bra and panties, a sexy combination of mesh and lace.
“That’s much better, don’t you think?”
I didn’t wait for a response. I approached her again, taking her by the leash, and pulling her over to the bed. I pressed on the small of her back, causing her to lean forward and kneel onto the bed. I pushed her down onto all fours, then began to walk towards the toy table.
I carefully selected several things in accordance with the ideas forming in my mind for the scene. I isolated my selections onto the right-hand table, then returned to Sarah, three items in my hands.
Kneeling in front of the bed, I held a black bottle labeled “Lube” on the front. Lubing up a butt plug, I then slid her panties to the side, revealing her puckered little asshole. I placed the tip of the plug against it, and I could see her shiver.
I inserted the plug slowly. Sarah gasped and moaned, and I smiled. The plug slid down to the hilt, which was decorated with a pretty red gem in the shape of a heart. I leaned forward on the bed, my lips near my sub’s ear.
“You’re mine,” I said in a rough voice, and I bit down on her shoulder. Hard.
I could feel her back arch as she shuddered. Releasing her, I noticed the mark left on her shoulder. I smiled, knowing she was now marked as my prey.
Next, I took her by the wrists and held her arms behind her back. Placing a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists, I made sure to secure them with a lock. I placed the key on the table, ensuring I wouldn’t lose it. Then I returned to her.
Grabbing her leash, I forced Sarah to her knees on the rug. I saw her eyes travel to my crotch, taking in the sight. She had just discovered what else I had selected from the toy table. A large flesh-colored strapon stood proudly between my legs, bobbing up and down with each movement my body made.
With my left hand wrapped tightly around the base, I moved my strapon to her lips. I gently gripped the back of her head with my other hand. Sarah gazed up at me, and I softly traced her bottom lip with the strapon.
With her only warning being a flash of a grin, I gave her no time to react as I forced the dildo roughly down her throat. Before she knew it, I pulled it out again. I laughed as she coughed and sputtered, surprised. I don’t even give her a chance to comprehend what happened before shoving it back into her mouth.
I continued to thrust into her mouth, seeming unconcerned if she could breathe or not. I could see her eyes start to water from the force of the throat fucking, but I don’t stop.
“That’s it, you little bitch. Take every inch down that fucking throat of yours. I know you want it, whore.”
I continued to face fuck my submissive until I felt satisfied. She gasped as I removed the toy from her throat, trying to catch her breath. I stood there, stroking my spit-covered cock while watching her. Her face was flushed and her cock was hard. I patted her head, a note of condensation in the gesture, and began to remove my harness.
Once I finished and placed the toys back on the table, I knelt down in front of Sarah, holding the leash by the part closest to the collar.
“Give me a color,” I instructed, deciding to check in.
“G-green, Mistress,” she responded, still flushed.
“Good girl,” I said, stroking her hair.
I took the end of the leash, and motioned for Sarah to rise. I began to lead her deeper into the dungeon, over to the St. Andrew’s Cross. I undid the connector securing her cuffs behind her back, and began locking her wrists to the cross.
Once I finished, I stood back, observing her. Tied up and facing me, breathing heavily. Excitement or fear, I wondered? Her throbbing cock gave away the answer.
Returning to the table, I picked up a simple satin blindfold, then placed it over her eyes. I gripped her panties with my hands, pulling them down around her ankles. Then I walked away again. I could sense her anticipation. Selecting a pair of disposable nitrile gloves from a box, I pulled them on, snapping them around my wrists so my waiting submissive would hear.
She could do nothing but listen and try to discern what was to come as I approached. The sound of footsteps. A bottle uncapping. And a gloved hand around her cock, stroking gently, lubed up with lotion.
I continued to rub her cock. After about a minute, she began to whimper.
“Ahhh, I see it’s starting to work,” I commented, a note of satisfaction in my voice.
“M-Mistress, it burns,” she said, her voice quivering.
The corners of my mouth curved into a smile. The lube I applied to her cock was a homemade concoction of coconut oil and….
“Habanero juice,” I commented lightly. By now, her cock was just starting to feel the burn.
I stood nearby, waiting, watching her face as the sensation intensified. Soon, she began squirming, metallic clangs ringing out in the air as she fought against her restraints. Her mouth fell open as she cried out, and I continued to watch as she struggled, occasionally taunting her in between her cries.
The pain lasted for around a half hour before starting to become less intense. Her cries became soft whimpers, and I approached her. Her penis was a bright red, clearly showing the abuse it endured. Unshackling her from the cross, I led her over to the bed and sat her down at the edge.
I sat next to her and removed the blindfold. She blinked as she adjusted to being able to see once again.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, stroking her shoulder gently.
“I’m okay,” she responded. “That was really intense.” She laughed lightly.
I smiled. “Yes, it was. Are you okay to continue?”
“Yes, Mistress!” she answered, her voice bright and enthusiastic.
We took a short break, during which we made sure to rehydrate ourselves. I applied an aloe vera lotion to Sarah’s cock, and then we were ready to play again.
I attached her cuffs to the cross again, having her face away from me this time. Sarah leaned against the cross, and I began to pursue the toy racks on either side of the cross. Deciding to start with a red and black suede flogger, I picked up my selection.
I began to smack Sarah’s back and bottom, starting out gently at first, giving her a taste of the sensation. After a while, I began to flog her harder, and she began to moan from the impact of suede against flesh. Color began to blossom across Sarah’s skin, highlighting the areas I struck.
After a while, I placed the toy back on the rack, and approached my submissive. I ran my hand over her bottom, groping her. I gave a firm smack, and her ass jiggled under my hand. I began to spank her, each strike ringing out across the dungeon. The blows rained down over her cheeks, turning the muted red into a brighter, meaner crimson.
Tied to the cross, there was no evading it as spanking after spanking was forced upon her poor, helpless bottom. Slapping and squeezing, I had my way with her, smacking her hard enough to make the muscle beneath the fat jiggle. Grinning with hedonistic delight, I indulged myself in the torture of the masochist who was held firmly in my grasp.
After I’d had my fill of bare-handed spanking, I wandered back over to one of the toy racks, carelessly fingering the various implements hanging from metal hooks. My gaze wandered to a small, dark paddle. It was a lovely piece I had purchased from a vendor at a kink party in Toronto. It was made of wenge wood, which was very dense. The small paddle may seem innocent, but as an experienced sadist, I knew the smaller paddle meant more pain, as the impact would be spread out over less surface area.
After selecting my implement, I didn’t waste any time returning to continue Sarah’s torment. I gave her a hard slap with the toy, and she raised up onto her toes in response. I smiled, smacking her some more, and hearing her moan from the pain. Each thud elicits a response from her, be it a gasp, a squirm, or a cry.
I could see that she was holding her breath in between each strike, and I smiled. She was enjoying this as much as I was. She loved and hated every blow, each one seeming harsher than the last.
Eventually, I finished with the thuddy implement, and decided to try for something stingy now that my pain slut was sufficiently warmed up. The handle of the mean black cane fit perfectly in my hand. I ran the plastic tip across her bottom, tracing lines across her swollen cheeks.
The cane whistled through the air, then found it’s mark. Sarah’s back arched as she cried out, the pain tearing through her body. I drew back and let her have it again, delighting in her cries as I tortured her. Soon welts began to form, creating marks that I knew would last. I smiled, knowing she would be remembering this torment for weeks to come.
Sarah continued to howl as I struck her. I briefly considered gagging her, but decided against it. I wanted to hear the full impact of what I was doing to her. I wanted her to scream and cry and beg,
“Please, Mistress!” she cried out after a particularly brutal strike.
“That’s right, beg for mercy, you filthy slut.”
I lost count of the strokes after a while. I continued to mark her beautiful bottom, indulging her in delicate tortures. I knew she craved this. Craved being used and degraded and hurt. She wanted it more than anything.
And I was more than happy to deliver.
Finally, I decided she’d had enough. I released her from the cross, and led her to the other side of the dungeon. I sat down on the leather couch, and instructed her to sit at my feet. Covering her in a blanket to protect against the chill, I stroked her hair gently while she clung to my legs. Her breathing began to slow as she relaxed.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked her, still running my fingers through her hair.
“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, her eyes closed.
“Good girl.” I continued to whisper praises to her. Telling her how good she is, how special and beautiful she was in her suffering.
After we finished with aftercare, I removed the collar from around Sarah’s neck, signaling the end of the session. Both of us left the dungeon feeling satisfied, and I couldn’t wait until the next time I got to use my little slut again.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l93glg/tormenting_sarah_femdom_lesbian_trans_worship