For as long as she could remember, she had worked to tamp down her dark desires. She clearly remembered sitting on the couch with her old boyfriend, watching Dexter and being so turned on that she would have to change her panties. But now, this was finally it. She had bought this small farmhouse in Central Pennsylvania a few years ago to escape the desires she assumed were driven by the people she’d regularly meet while living in the city, but the isolation had only made them stronger – now she was preparing to feed the urge she’d been working so hard to hide.
She walked down the basement steps and flipped on the lights. When the electrician had told her that six high-hat lights for the room might be overkill, she doubted it, but now realized that for normal use, he was probably right. After her eyes adjusted, she looked at the white, sterile walls and remembered laughing with the contractor when he asked about the finish and she answered, “I don’t know, something easy to clean like they’d use at a slaughterhouse.” She then walked over to the two cells that she’d created with a view of the room and nothing else – the rooms she described to the men building them as “little suites for my pets,” were basically empty prison cells.
She slipped the apron over her clothing and took a seat on the table in the middle of the main room – the weight and scent of the leather was enough to push her over the edge, but she held back. She was excited to finally have the space to help her dream move to the next phase. She posted a simple personal ad – [F4M] Central PA Seeking to Swap Past Extreme Sex Stories and Confessions [35F]. She added a selfie to show that she was real. She quickly got a few responses, but not what she was hoping for – seemed like mostly wanking twenty somethings looking for wanking material. She decided that it was best to get some sleep and revisit this in the morning.
When she woke up and grabbed her phone from her nightstand, her DMs were completely flooded. As she waded through the spammy ones, there were a few that caught her attention. One in particular got her to respond very quickly:
“Hi Ma’am. In my teens and early twenties I used an air of dominance to force myself on women, never in a violent way, but looking back, I have always felt it might have been too aggressive; and I have felt guilty. I sometimes feel like serving dominant women and being ‘punished’ is some sort of atonement, but it’s never enough. I’ve wanked to every Executrix video on the web because I’ve always felt that might be a punishment I truly deserved. Okay, that was definitely more of a confession that I’ve never told anyone before – can’t wait to hear what you’re willing to share. Yours truly, Rob”
She couldn’t believe it. This was exactly what she was hoping to receive, and in just a few hours, it had already happened. She quickly replied to the message, unfortunately finding out that the sender was two states away in Indiana after a few messages exchanged.
Once she found out where he is located, she decided to leave him with one last message before moving on:
“Robert, I am thoroughly disgusted by both what you have described, but even by the fact that you will not be in front of me today to understand your fate. I had already prepared a seat in my chambers where I would have heard your case, and determine what your sentence will ultimately be. I suggest that you change your ways, because they will catch up for you, and one day you will pay. Sincerely, The Honorable Miss Elizabeth Patricia”
After sending, she immediately moved on to more messages, including some intriguing ones from women who wanted to confess to acts from fandom scams to leaving bands on a mans balls too long causing permanent damage. But when her alerts showed a new message, she was truly stunned at what it was:
“Dear Honorable Miss Noir, I am located right outside of Fort Wayne, Indiana – very close to the Ohio border. If I were to leave now, it would take just over eight hours to reach your location. If I were to leave now, I could be there before 7PM tonight. Is that timeline acceptable for you? Humbly, Robert”
She couldn’t believe it. All of the disappointment from a few minutes ago now turned into uneasiness. It was now time to make a decision – could she really go through with this?
“Robert, I have set an appointment in my calendar for 8:00AM tomorrow morning. I expect you to bring with you any evidence that may make me sympathetic to your case, but by replying to this message that you accept and understand, you agree that my verdict in your case is legally binding. When you reply, I will provide you with a nearby hotel from where you will fully surrender and be transported to my location. Please respond immediately. Sincerely, The Honorable Miss Elizabeth Patricia”
He replied quickly, agreeing to all terms. She sent him the address of a seedy hotel about two miles away with instructions to message her with his room number and nothing else once he arrived and check in.
She now sprung into action, prepping for her very first potential prisoner to arrive. She cleaned the office and double checked the restraint chair in front of her oversized, executive desk. She uncovered everything she could on the inbound defendant, and saved each as a bookmark in her browser. She went into the hall closet and opened a box she’d previously ordered from a prison supply website and put together two piles of orange clothing – she was unable to tell from what she had found online whether he would fit into a XL or XXL, so she prepared both. At about 7:45PM, she received a message with only the number 114, and she knew exactly what it meant – it was time for her plan to move on to the next stage.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wkfgj7/judge_jury_and_executrix_part_1_bdsm_femdom
Link to Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wkg5of/judge_jury_and_executrix_part_2_bdsm_femdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf