Susan Strict
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Here's an extract, taken from near the beginning of "Her Prisoner - A Twist of Sadism", a short Femdom novel I wrote a few years ago:
It felt as though it was for hours he lay there, tied spread-eagled on her bed, uncomfortable and exposed. He could hear her moving around in the other rooms, clearing away the coffee cups, washing them, then going into the bathroom and running the shower. His erection had subsided not long after she left the room, but now as he imagined her in the bathroom, washing her naked body under the cascading water in the shower, it returned and with it came an ache of desire that desperately needed release.
He struggled, pulling at the cords that held him but they were far too strong for him to break, and his fingers had neither the strength nor the flexibility to undo the tight knots. If his ankles had not been tied too he might have been able to wriggle far enough up the bed to reach the cords with his teeth, but the cords fixed around the lower end of the bed restricted his movement too much for that. He was completely helpless until she decided to return and to release him.
He was not overly concerned. Although this was not quite what he had anticipated, it was no more than a game. She said she wanted to try “the dominatrix thing†as she put it, and he had no doubt that shortly she would come back and make love to him before she released him. It was quite possible that she had changed her mind and that she would simply release him, and while that would be a disappointment, it would be no more than he expected.
She returned eventually, flinging the door open and bursting into the room, startling him.
“I see you’re still here,†she said.
“Where did you expect me to be? You tied me up!â€
He saw her smile, but there was something vaguely disconcerting about it.
“Can’t you really escape from that?†she asked seriously.
“No I can’t!â€
She nodded. “Eileen said you wouldn’t be able to if I tied you like that,†she said.
He was just wondering why she mentioned Eileen and why she would have been talking about this to Eileen, when she jumped onto the bed again and gripped his hardness. She squeezed between her finger and thumb, and then pumped it up and down rapidly a few times.
He gasped, and immediately she released him and slapped it gently.
“I’d make a good dominatrix, wouldn’t I?†she grinned.
“I’m sure you would,†he answered diplomatically.
“I really need a whip,†she mused. “I think Eileen has one. She has all sorts of things.â€
There it was again, “Eileenâ€. He had no time to think about it. She straddled his chest and plonked herself down on him, bouncing up and down a few times making him gasp.
“Don’t! You’ll crack my ribs!â€
“Are you saying I’m fat?â€
“No, of course not...â€
For a moment she looked really angry, and then the anger disappeared as quickly as it had come.
“You can kiss me again,†she said, and presented the front of her silvery panties to his mouth.
He kissed, just a light touch of his lips on the front of the shiny material.
“Properly,†she told him, pressing down hard onto his face. His mouth and nose were completely covered, and she still pressed harder. He felt softness of her flesh and then the hardness of her bones underneath. She wriggled a little, positioning herself where she felt the most comfortable. The material of her panties stretched over his nose and his nostrils were squeezed shut by the pressure of her flesh on either side. She continued to press down. and his nose, covered by her panties, pushed inside her. She squealed, and squeezed her legs together hard.
He was completely unable to breathe, and he felt crushed between her squeezing thighs with virtually her whole weight pressing down on him. He struggled, but his head was held so tightly under her that he could not move it at all. She stayed in that position, breathing heavily with her eyes closed and her mouth open, although with her short skirt covering his head he could see very little.
There was panic in his eyes, but she did not see it. She was concentrating on the physical sensations going through her. He tried to shout. No sound reached her, although she could certainly feel the movements of his mouth underneath her. Her muscles twitched ad clamped tighter in response.
It could not have really been for very long that she sat there. For him it seemed like forever. With no air supply at all he was on the point of losing consciousness when she finally lifted herself from him with a moan and a gasp, and sat back onto his chest.
“Hey!†she said, slapping his cheek lightly. “Wake up. You’re not going to sleep down there, are you?â€
He was unable to reply, gulping at the fresh air and trying to steady his breathing.
“Ugh,†she said suddenly. “I’m all wet. I need to take these off.â€
She pushed her damp, silvery panties down, eased them over her solid backside, lifted her legs and brought them together above his head as she peeled the panties down and right off over her ankles.
“That’s better,†she said, pressing her nakedness onto his chest and bending her legs back into a kneeling position once more. “And now, do you want to kiss me again?â€
He shook his head, staring at her nakedness under the short skirt, part of him desperate to do exactly as she asked, but the sane, sensible part of him terrified that she would suffocate him completely.
“Why not?†she demanded to know.
“Because... because I can’t breathe,†he gasped.
She thought for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. “Well if you won’t do it, I’ll have to please myself another way.â€
She reached over to the cabinet beside the bed and rummaged in one of the drawers. She drew out a large vibrator.
“Did you know I had one of these?†she asked.
He said nothing, until realising she was waiting for an answer he replied, “I think most women have one, don’t they?â€
It felt as though it was for hours he lay there, tied spread-eagled on her bed, uncomfortable and exposed. He could hear her moving around in the other rooms, clearing away the coffee cups, washing them, then going into the bathroom and running the shower. His erection had subsided not long after she left the room, but now as he imagined her in the bathroom, washing her naked body under the cascading water in the shower, it returned and with it came an ache of desire that desperately needed release.
He struggled, pulling at the cords that held him but they were far too strong for him to break, and his fingers had neither the strength nor the flexibility to undo the tight knots. If his ankles had not been tied too he might have been able to wriggle far enough up the bed to reach the cords with his teeth, but the cords fixed around the lower end of the bed restricted his movement too much for that. He was completely helpless until she decided to return and to release him.
He was not overly concerned. Although this was not quite what he had anticipated, it was no more than a game. She said she wanted to try “the dominatrix thing†as she put it, and he had no doubt that shortly she would come back and make love to him before she released him. It was quite possible that she had changed her mind and that she would simply release him, and while that would be a disappointment, it would be no more than he expected.
She returned eventually, flinging the door open and bursting into the room, startling him.
“I see you’re still here,†she said.
“Where did you expect me to be? You tied me up!â€
He saw her smile, but there was something vaguely disconcerting about it.
“Can’t you really escape from that?†she asked seriously.
“No I can’t!â€
She nodded. “Eileen said you wouldn’t be able to if I tied you like that,†she said.
He was just wondering why she mentioned Eileen and why she would have been talking about this to Eileen, when she jumped onto the bed again and gripped his hardness. She squeezed between her finger and thumb, and then pumped it up and down rapidly a few times.
He gasped, and immediately she released him and slapped it gently.
“I’d make a good dominatrix, wouldn’t I?†she grinned.
“I’m sure you would,†he answered diplomatically.
“I really need a whip,†she mused. “I think Eileen has one. She has all sorts of things.â€
There it was again, “Eileenâ€. He had no time to think about it. She straddled his chest and plonked herself down on him, bouncing up and down a few times making him gasp.
“Don’t! You’ll crack my ribs!â€
“Are you saying I’m fat?â€
“No, of course not...â€
For a moment she looked really angry, and then the anger disappeared as quickly as it had come.
“You can kiss me again,†she said, and presented the front of her silvery panties to his mouth.
He kissed, just a light touch of his lips on the front of the shiny material.
“Properly,†she told him, pressing down hard onto his face. His mouth and nose were completely covered, and she still pressed harder. He felt softness of her flesh and then the hardness of her bones underneath. She wriggled a little, positioning herself where she felt the most comfortable. The material of her panties stretched over his nose and his nostrils were squeezed shut by the pressure of her flesh on either side. She continued to press down. and his nose, covered by her panties, pushed inside her. She squealed, and squeezed her legs together hard.
He was completely unable to breathe, and he felt crushed between her squeezing thighs with virtually her whole weight pressing down on him. He struggled, but his head was held so tightly under her that he could not move it at all. She stayed in that position, breathing heavily with her eyes closed and her mouth open, although with her short skirt covering his head he could see very little.
There was panic in his eyes, but she did not see it. She was concentrating on the physical sensations going through her. He tried to shout. No sound reached her, although she could certainly feel the movements of his mouth underneath her. Her muscles twitched ad clamped tighter in response.
It could not have really been for very long that she sat there. For him it seemed like forever. With no air supply at all he was on the point of losing consciousness when she finally lifted herself from him with a moan and a gasp, and sat back onto his chest.
“Hey!†she said, slapping his cheek lightly. “Wake up. You’re not going to sleep down there, are you?â€
He was unable to reply, gulping at the fresh air and trying to steady his breathing.
“Ugh,†she said suddenly. “I’m all wet. I need to take these off.â€
She pushed her damp, silvery panties down, eased them over her solid backside, lifted her legs and brought them together above his head as she peeled the panties down and right off over her ankles.
“That’s better,†she said, pressing her nakedness onto his chest and bending her legs back into a kneeling position once more. “And now, do you want to kiss me again?â€
He shook his head, staring at her nakedness under the short skirt, part of him desperate to do exactly as she asked, but the sane, sensible part of him terrified that she would suffocate him completely.
“Why not?†she demanded to know.
“Because... because I can’t breathe,†he gasped.
She thought for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders. “Well if you won’t do it, I’ll have to please myself another way.â€
She reached over to the cabinet beside the bed and rummaged in one of the drawers. She drew out a large vibrator.
“Did you know I had one of these?†she asked.
He said nothing, until realising she was waiting for an answer he replied, “I think most women have one, don’t they?â€
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