I see a lot of Femdom stories that are published and from time to time I even read a few of them, as an Old School Dom I have seen too many wanna be Dom/mes out there. I know that while some Dom/mes are the real deal and I have the utmost respect for them, far too many are fakes and only trying to make a fast buck. I am the originator of this story and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended, this story mt not be reproduced, copied or retransmitted in any way shape or form by any means known or unknown without my permission. If you like what you read please remember to like, vote, follow and comment.
Now on with the show.
I looked down at the bound blob before me who was still trying to break free, what the hell was it about me that seemed to attract these damn fakes like flies. I was lucky, this one was local and wanted to have me come to her place, she had thought I was little more than a weak-willed sissy boi she could easily siphon cash from for some humiliation and maybe allowing me cum for her. If I wanted to be humiliated again, I'd get remarried, I had already gone that route and was free of that vanilla drain.
I looked around her "dungeon" and saw all the "store bought" pieces and that told me she was a faker; I had been in the lifestyle for far too long to be taken by the cunt that was hog tied at my feet. 'Don't you have anything here that's hand made you worthless twat?' I asked her and nudged her with my foot. She screamed yet again into the pecker gag that the gimp hood had in the mouth region.
I picked up one of the better-quality floggers that she had bought and was pleased with the weight and feel of it in my hand. I was a fairly large man, 6'4" 290 blonde/blue and fairly strong for being nearly 60, I had strong hands from years of working as a welder and handling steel for over 25 years.
I set the falls in motion watching them as they moved through the air, getting the feel of how this piece came to life in my skilled hands. You see, on top of my many skills and talents I was an Old School Dom and Master with nearly 40 years in the lifestyle. There had been an explosion of new Dom/mes out there after 50 shades had come out in both book and film versions, many of these new kids thought that they could call themselves Master or Mistress and people would bow before them.
How wrong they were, especially here in the community where trust and that title was earned not given away like a cracker jack prize. I could call myself by those names and not be looked at strangely. I wanted to flog her badly but the latex cat suit she now wore would have prevented that. Well, that and all the squirming around she was doing that is.
I looked around her place and found an office with a desktop computer sitting on it, I walked out to my vehicle and grabbed a briefcase that sat behind my seat and brought it back into her office. 5 minutes after opening it I was in her system and draining her bank accounts, 10 more minutes and I now owned everything she had including the house we sat in.
I picked up my phone and dialed a number from memory, it was answered on the 2nd ring. 'I need a clean out 6387 Klingman Dr., the toys to the warehouse please.' I said and the line went dead. I went back into her room and found a gimp bag, I quickly put her in it and attached the straps then lifted her over my shoulder and picked up my now repacked case and walked out leaving the door unlocked. I threw her ass in the back and then got in myself and drove off taking my latest faker with me.
An hour later I pulled into my place and unloaded the package, hauling her out to my pole barn that I had set up as a dungeon and training facility. I had multiple acres on top of a hill that made it easy to set things up like I wanted them, that plus my closest neighbor was over 5 miles away made for a lot of solitude. New slaves could scream themselves horse and no one would hear them.
I unbagged her and then released her hands and feet only to put heavy leather cuffs on her wrists and attached the rings to a lift line and had her up on her pretty toes a few pulls later. I pulled the zipper on her cat suit down the back, opening it up, I ran my fingers over her back muscles and the top of her nicely shaped ass. I liked what I felt.
I shifted from side to side trying to prevent me from touching her naked skin, it wasn't like she had a lot of choice as to what I did to her. Now that I had her wrists secured, I placed a spreader bar on her ankles and removed the hood, she looked around and quickly figured out that she was no longer at home in her private little dungeon.
'You fucking bastard piece of shit man, I'm going to rip your balls and useless dick off and shove them down your fucking throat. I'll fuck your ass with the biggest dildo I can find or have made until your shit just falls out, then I'll have you eat it.' She screeched and flexed her hands trying to free herself. 'You'll beg to become my toilet slave just to have something to eat and drink, I'll rip every hair out of your head and pierce your nipples and hang 5-pound weights from them. You'll be nothing more than a matt for me to step upon while I shit down your throat.'
I just stood there as she vented her spleen and yawned, ye fucking gods she was a noisy blowhard. I walked over to my toy wall and pulled a handmade flogger off its hook and came back to watch her put on a show for me. I really wasn't that impressed with her acting job, it lacked feeling and sincerity, she just wasn't a good actress in my opinion. It was time to give her some motivation.
