Author's note: This is my first attempt at femdom. The roles of power and submission are familiar to me, however, just reversed from my usual mindset. I hope this story works for fans of this genre. It's raunchy so get ready for a depiction of rough female-in-power sex.
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I swung the front door of my apartment open and looked at him. He was standing in the hallway, dark haired and shirtless, wearing only a pair of old blue jeans and no shoes. I couldn't see his eyes because wrapped tightly around his head was a red and black checkered rag, tied in the back. I reached out to his hands tied together in front of him, and pulled towards me.
"Step in," I said in what I hoped was a commanding tone.
His mouth twitched, maybe in surprise as he heard my voice. A woman's voice. He stumbled forward into the room, and I kicked the door shut behind him.
"This will go easier for you if you behave."
No reaction.
He couldn't see me, but I instinctively pointed my head to the hallway sounds of the retreating men. "I don't know what you did, but they will be back for you. Now don't move."
I reached to his head and pulled the dirty bandana off his face. Beautiful eyes. Frightened eyes. He stared back at me. "I'm not going to turn in my friends," he said bitterly. His eyes blazed with fire.
It was my turn to get hot. "Eyes to the floor, boy! Don't you look at me." I pointed my finger to his face, then to his feet.
He paused a moment, then realized that he had no option, that this experience would go worse for him if he didn't obey. He looked briefly left and right to get his bearings, then cast his eyes down to the floor at his feet. He waited, and I was in no hurry.
I put my hand to my chin and looked him over from head to toe, taking my time. A fine young man. Gorgeous, even. A mop of tangled black hair, dark eyebrows, deep set eyes, chiseled cheeks, rippled muscles in his neck and bare chest, his strong arms held out in front of him where the cord tied his hands together. Hands that would be dangerous if freed.
I looked down to the curve of his jeans, and smiled, thinking of what was about to happen to this fine man. He was entirely under my control. A punishment would be in order. But I didn't want to hurt him, really. Just break his strong will, and rebuild him so he would want me. So he would need me.
"Follow me, boy," I said as I grabbed his hands and pulled him into the walk-in closet. There among the hanging shirts and dresses was a small white table. I bent him forward over it and fastened his handcuffs to the wall radiator. Now he was pinned with his face down on the table, arms stretched overhead, and his feet touching the floor by mine. There was nothing he could do to get away.
I ran my hands slowly from his mop of black hair down his smooth back, to his jeans, then over his ass. I squeezed a few times. This ass was mine now. I felt around to the front of his jeans and found his belt buckle. I undid it by feel, and slipped out the belt, a useful item which I set aside. I reached in again to feel his cock through his jeans. Something there, something sizeable, but still soft. That's work for later, I thought.
I kicked his feet apart so he had to hold himself up with a wide stance.
"Up on one leg. Lift it back. Good boy." He struggled to hold his balance with one leg bent up behind him and the other further to his side. I wrapped my hands around his abdomen to feel his tightened core muscles, and let a finger trace gently over the ripples. I liked my boys to work hard for me.
I couldn't tell his reaction to this since his face was down to the table, but he'd better get the message fast that this was my game here. I pulled his raised foot towards me, with the bare sole facing up, like I was shoeing a horse. I cradled the foot and slapped it lightly with my hand. Then harder, and harder, until he flinched on each blow. I wanted his skin warmed up for what was to come.
"We'll do ten. No noises at all, or I start over."
I took his belt and slapped it playfully a few times into my own hand, while I cradled his foot on my leg. Then I slammed it hard on his foot. He must have understood my warning, because he gave no reaction.
"You say, 'yes ma'am' after each."
He paused, not sure what to make of this. "Yes, ma'am," he said tentatively.
"That's right. Good boy."
I finished the ten on each foot. His soles were bright red. I knew he was hurting by the way he stood gingerly, but he still had an attitude. We'll see how long that lasts, I thought.
"Now we're going to look at that ass."
I put his belt on the table beside him and reached around to feel for the buttons on his jeans. I undid just a few, and slid the jeans over the top of his bare ass. It was smooth and muscular. I pulled further and his full ass popped into view. I left the jeans in front draped over his cock for the time being.
Now I could take a good look. I rubbed my hands over both ass cheeks up and down, and all around. I felt around his waist to the front, then back again, my fingers exploring the gap between his skin and where the rim of his jeans still clung to him. I ran lightly over the front, feeling for his cock through his jeans, playing loosely across the fabric to find it.
Then I returned to his ass crack. I spread it wide open. His asshole was small and tight. Clean. I pushed on his butt cheeks hard to open him up wide, and I held him that way. He shifted his pelvis at the discomfort.
"Hold still, boy," I commanded.
I looked as his ass for a long minute while I held him open. What a beautiful asshole. I looked over to the shelf where I had my big black strap-on. Oh yeah, I thought, and smiled. That was sure as hell going in there, but not right away. I pulled one hand off his ass and down to my pussy, under my shorts. I felt for my clit and gave it some very gentle circles. I was in no hurry and this was going to be special today.
I slid my other hand off his ass and up to his neck, where I grabbed his hair, hard. I yanked back, pulling his head off the table. He was now looking at the wall radiator where his hands were fastened.
"Now listen up. You've got some punishment coming, which was your own doing. But I can make it easier. If you are a good boy, I will use lube."
I waited to let this information sink in. He didn't betray any reaction.
"Do you want to be a good boy?"
