Powerful Dominant Woman & Submissive Slave Boyfriend
Her life changed in midteens. Suddenly, she was taller than many boys. Athletic, she was stronger as well. Sofia grew to be an imposing, Amazonian young woman.
Physical superiority shaped her relationships with men. To many, she was a freak. Some were aroused by her muscle. They were mostly freaks. Others were intimidated. Mostly, the men who lusted for her, feared her.
She chose Lucas. He was shy, unassuming and cute. They met at a gym. He had tried to hide his admiration. She noticed his eyes following her. That was not unusual. Somehow Barry’s lust was inoffensive.
An aggressive woman, Sofia could only tolerate men who bent to her wishes. Lucas never argued. Lucas always did as she commanded. He needed to please her, obeyed without hesitation and question.
She used Lucas as an errand boy. He never complained. Sofia’s natural dominance was thrilling. Attention from such a ‘Goddess’ overwhelmed him.
Sex was one sided. Lucas gave Sofia orgasms. Only his tongue moved within her body. His sexual pleasure prompted neither concern nor curiosity.
Sofia was selfish. She knew that. Guilt had never marred her mind. Her indifference only made Lucas more devoted.
Sofia ordered – she never asks – Lucas to move in. Nearness made him more useful. He could more easily run errands. He was cheaper than a maidservant. She did not need to tell him to cook and clean.
If she liked any man, Sofia liked Lucas. He was a pushover. His compliance was necessary but she began to feel contempt for her boyfriend servitor.
She began punching his shoulder. Playfully but also hurtfully. She giggled when he yelped. He was grateful that Sofia never noticed the crotch bulge that followed a punch.
Lucas never told Sofia of his masochism. He was ashamed. Her casual cruelty was a blessing.
One day he left a Femdom Tumblr blog open on his laptop. Her computer broken, she grabbed his to check her email.
That ‘little Lucas’ was a pervert surprised her. Skimming through the pictures, Sofia became excited. She identified with the women who kicked and whipped men. She was a pervert also. Having no self-doubt, Sofia was delighted.
Like many sadists, Sofia had enjoyed seeing people in pain. She thought the feelings were part of her cheerful misanthropy.
She decided not to tell Lucas. She would later. First, she would play a game.
The next morning, she told Lucas to strip. He must stay naked at home.
By the time he was nude, his body was pink with shame from face to thighs. He had an erection. His penis was half the size of average men. Seeing it Sofia laughed. She fell on the couch almost choking from laughter. After a half hour, she merely snickered.
Accusing Lucas of mistakes, misbehavior and miscellaneous sins, Sofia started spanking him. Lucas’ service was faultless. Being unfair was fun.
She ordered him into a pair of lacy pink panties. Lucas liked wearing them so much, she made him take them off.
Sofia made him lick her boots and shoes. His pleasure in the task was unmistakable. Sofia enjoyed this form of worship so much that she went out of her way to dirty the boots. Some of what Lucas’ tongue scraped into his mouth tasted disturbing and nasty.
She locked him in a chastity device. Years of unregulated masturbation ended. Lucas’ dismay so delighted her that she had another laughing fit.
Sofia bought a strap-on. The liked to point out to Lucas how much bigger it was than his pathetic little organ.
Sometimes while he worked, she slid in him. Lucas had to continue working while she shoved in and pulled out. Sofia was rough. Sometimes he dropped a plate or cup. If it broke, Sofia punished him.
They had never been equals. Now their inequality is open. Sofia understands she must hurt men. Barry knows he can never be happy, if not owned and disciplined by a strong, cruel woman.
They do not need a dungeon. Sofia can always pinch Lucas’ nipples, slap his face or pick up a belt.