She Makes Him Beg

By Jade Savannah

Seven short stories of female domination. These hot and sexy tales include lashings of bondage, enforced chastity and humiliation for a variety of male slaves.
In story one; 'The Absolute Slave', this poor man's girlfriend uses chastity and bondage to turn him into an absolute slave who is forced to serve her as a sexual plaything.
In story two; 'Captured, Roped and Tamed', a couple meet at a martial arts class and she quickly shows him the ropes!
In story three; 'Dog Boy', Dan volunteers to be treated like a dog for the weekend and finds himself being teased and tormented in more ways than he could imagine by his new mistress.
Story four; 'Pony Boy', features a wife who has turned her husband into an enslaved stud stallion.
In story five; 'The Cat Woman', Michael, an arrogant business man, gets captured and trained by a mysterious and seductive dominatrix.
Story six; 'Punishment for Sissy', shows what happens when a dominant girlfriend turns her live-in lover into a feminized and chastised sissy slave.
The final story, 'The Tale of Tom Fury', describes seven days in the life of a successful movie star who is turned into a helpless sex slave by his sexy dominant girlfriend.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Savannah
• Release date: Nov 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310972331

Jade Savannah

I am very dominant. I have always liked to control men. I like my men well-built, and naked...and locked in chastity.

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She Makes Him Beg

Seven Short Stories of Female Domination

Jade Savannah

©Jade Savannah 2012

Contents

The Absolute Slave

Captured, Roped and Tamed

Dog Boy

Pony Boy

The Cat Woman

Punishment for Sissy

The Tale of Tom Fury

This publication is an original work and protected by international copyright, 150715

Erotic Material Warning; this publication is for adults only

These stories feature female domination over males and adult BDSM play

Warning; always follow bdsm safety guidelines

The scenes in this story are fictional. Do not attempt to copy them.

All the ‘slaves’ in these stories are submitting to consensual ‘play’ bondage.

A safe word is in operation and may be used to end the scene whenever any party wishes.

If you do indulge in domination play, then always follow bdsm safety guidelines.

Publisher’s note; all characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Story One

The Absolute Slave

She had often tied him before. Sometimes she tied him, sometimes he tied her. It was a regular part of their weekend play. But this time was different. This time when she had him securely spread-eagled to the bed she put a silk scarf around his eyes and left the room. She had never left him on his own before.

He pulled at the bonds on his wrists for a moment, quickly giving up when he realized that he was only making them tighter. The ropes were totally secure and he was going nowhere.

His struggling had turned him on and his rigid cock was bobbing in the air while he lay and listened to her moving through the house.

After a few minutes, he was certain he heard the door to the garage open then close. Soon after that she was back in their bedroom and he heard the jangle of metal on metal. All was quiet for a moment then fabric rustled somewhere near him, the bed dipped and his blindfold was pulled off.

Hi Honey.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw her sheer, one-piece body, stockings and black leather boots. Wow…you…look amazing. he whispered.

She nodded and glanced down at her outfit.

His eyes lingered on the proud swell of her breasts and the outline of her pert dark nipples.

She ran a finely manicured hand down her hips and thighs. You like? Reaching down she started to gently squeeze his throbbing cock. You certainly like it when I take charge, don’t you?

He nodded vigorously, his breath already tight in his chest as he savored the exquisite sensations running through his groin.

Her glossy lips turned into a smile. I was reading some articles online. I thought I’d see what it was like to take this dominatrix stuff serious for a while. She took her hand from his dick and started to walk her fingers up his stomach.

He had to concentrate on breathing he was so excited; his hips thrust high off the bed as he tried to push his cock towards her.

Her hands soon reached his nipples and started to squeeze. So…just checking. Is that ok with you? If we try a female dominant relationship for a while?

He let out a moan of pleasure then nodded; struggling to find his voice. Yeah honey. I mean absolutely. You look fantastic! Real hot!

She glanced down at herself and nodded. Why thanks. I kinda agree. After a few moments contemplating her own sexiness, she got up from the bed and walked to her nightstand. So, I’m going to need some leverage right? She came back carrying a short length of chain and a large padlock. I mean, I need more than just my voice to control you.

He frowned, then nodded hesitantly as she wrapped the chain tight around his cock and balls.

Maybe this will help keep you in line. She said, slipping the big chunky padlock through the links and snapping it tight.

The cold metal gripped his skin like a tight hand.

She touched his throbbing cock again; gently squeezing and stroking it. My, you really are excited, aren’t you? He nodded and she continued. Well, that’s tough cause right now I want to watch TV. She reached up and started to untie the ropes.

Disappointment hit him like a cold shower. What? After all this? No action? He sat up and rubbed his wrists; his cock still bouncing hard in the air as he drank in the sight of her at the foot of the bed. Her large firm breasts were tight in the sheer black of the one-piece body, her hard nipples pressing at the thin transparent material. His eyes ran down to her crotch, the outline of her smooth-shaved pussy was clear against the tight strip of fabric. My god that’s a hell of an outfit. I just have to have her. Just have to ram my cock in there.

Just then, she turned and walked to the door. Here’s the deal. You want any action at all, then you do exactly as I say. If you don’t, then maybe the keys to your padlock get lost for a while. That clear?

He nodded again. Not much else I can do right now. Play this out and I might get to fuck her when we go to bed.

Okay, she continued. Now, follow me downstairs to the TV room. She paused in the doorway, swiveling on the heel of her leather boots then running a finger deliciously up the seam on her stockings. You follow on your hands and knees. You crawl the whole way, you understand? Then she was gone; moving off down the hall without waiting for a reply.

He slipped off the bed and sank to his hands and knees. For a moment he paused to tug at the tight chain around his balls and check the lock on the padlock, but both were tight and totally secure. Guess I’ll have to go along with this.

Then he followed; crawling across the bedroom carpet like the submissive animal he had just become.

The sound of her favorite soap was already coming from the TV room by the time he got there.

She ignored him as he crawled in and waited obediently at her feet. The minutes ticked by, but it was clear that he was not to speak or act until invited.

More time passed, and, as he waited, he ran his eyes up and down her long leather boots and stockings, hoping that his erection would go down – but it didn’t. The constant throbbing betrayed him and gave away his excitement, and his submission. After about ten minutes a commercial break boomed loud and she finally spoke to him. Come up here and crawl across my lap.

He moved over her and she pushed his ass down onto her legs. His hard cock pressed painfully against the top of her thighs.

That’s right, lie there and put your hands behind your head.

He did as she asked. Lying naked across her lap with his face pushed hard into the sofa and his throbbing cock pressing against her stockinged thighs made him shiver with excitement. He was just about to start rubbing himself against her, when she spoke again.

You do not move or make a sound. Understand?

He nodded obediently.

Whack!

The back of something hard hit his buttocks.

Whack! She hit him again and again with what he guessed was a hairbrush.

I just hate these commercials, don’t you? she said, then beat him through the rest of the advertisements; his rock-hard cock leaking against her lap as he tried not to squirm or wriggle.

She stopped when her soap started and he lay with his face pressed into the hot fabric as his ass cheeks burned.

Each commercial break was the same; she beat him hard and steady till her programme started again.

Then, when the soap finally ended on some dumb cliffhanger and the theme music blasted away, she pushed him off her. Down. On the floor on all fours, she commanded.

When he was kneeling like a dog at her feet, she stood and nudged his balls and burning buttocks with the toes of her boots. Now follow me upstairs. Come on! Quickly.

He followed, knowing that she was enjoying tormenting him with the view of her sleek stockinged legs and the roll of her firm ass in its thin G-string.

In the bedroom, he waited at the foot of the bed while she sat and thrust a leg towards him. Boots, she said strictly. Take them off.

He dutifully sat up and started to untie the long laces. The padlock swung heavy on his balls as he worked; the weight and tightness a constant squeeze on his desperate cock.

When he’d taken off both boots, she stuck a stockinged foot into his mouth. Suck. Suck my toes. Suck till I say stop.

He sucked. Her skin tasted of salty sweat, nylon and leather and the flavor hit some sensors deep in his brain and sent him wild. Knowing she couldn’t see, he dropped his free hand to his cock and started stroking himself as she pushed her toes deeper into his panting mouth.

Now on the bed, she commanded. Crawl up between my legs.

He obediently mounted the bed and crawled between her thighs.

Lick me!

Her one-piece was still on, but he thrust his head into her hot, musk-scented crotch and started to lick the thin fabric. Almost instantly, he could taste her, taste her salty wetness and feel the folds of her pussy beneath the thin material.

In just seconds, her crotch was soaked; dripping with his saliva and her juices. She lay back and moaned, and he once again slipped a hand down and caressed his own throbbing cock.

After a few minutes of ecstatic grinding and moaning, she reached down and pulled the garment to one side. Get in there! she commanded. Get your tongue right inside me.

He speedily obeyed, ramming his tongue deep into her silky folds of wetness and savoring the taste of her.

After a few minutes, she spoke again. Now up onto my clit.

He greedily lapped at her little pink bud, and just a few seconds later she let out a long cry, her hands grasped the hair on the back of his head and she bucked and twitched her way through a violent orgasm.

When her muscle spasms had faded, she fell back against the bed panting and he stayed crouched at the foot of the bed.

A long time passed then she murmured a question. Oh honey, do you want some relief too?

He nodded. Well…. yeah.

Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. First, I’m going to take my one-piece off. She unfastened the body at the crotch, then slipped out of the shoulder straps and wriggled out of it.

She passed him the thin length of see-though cotton then continued. Now go over there in the corner where I can see you and crawl! Hands and knees only.

When he reached the corner, he knelt facing her. The chain was tight around his cock and balls and the padlock swinging heavy, each movement a mix of pain and sweet pleasure.

She lifted her head and barked another command. "Open up the one-piece honey and lick the crotch for me. Lick what