NOTES: This is a direct continuation of my previous story "Oz Beach Boy Chained By Cougar." It can (hopefully) still be read as a stand-alone story, but reading this previous entry is suggested. This is a CFNM story featuring female-of-male domination, humiliation, ridicule, mid-level pain infliction, confinement, ball-busting, butt-play and pegging, but no intercourse. It is considerably "rougher" than my previous stories. Though there are schoolgirl characters mentioned, they are all over eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. This story takes place months before my recent holiday-themed entries.
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It was a wet, windy, blustery night in Sydney, Australia. I was completely naked and handcuffed to a metal bed rail with my sweat-streaked face to the wall and my enormous 23cm cock hanging limply and hopelessly between my muscled thighs.
I had been blackmailed into submitting to the depraved sexual desires of Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol, a fortysomething, eye-patch-wearing French schoolteacher who had discovered a kinky wank video that I had made with five of her eighteen-year-old students. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Schoolgirls Wank Video"]
If I didn't do as she commanded, she would tell the parents of the girls involved, and then upload the video onto the web. In short, I was well and truly fucked. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Vid And French Cougar"]
The French schoolteacher had constrained me to her bed with two pairs of sex shop handcuffs, and then put me through the physical, sexual and emotional wringer. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Chained By Cougar"]
With glee and loud peals of laughter, Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had ridiculed and verbally abused me; kissed and licked me from head to toe; lashed me violently with a leather belt; ripped out my pubic hair; squeezed my nuts multiple times with merciless force; briefly sucked my cock; and then crudely slapped my massive 31cm erection from side to side with the back of her hand.
I'm a sex addicted 25-year-old exhibitionist who enjoys mild humiliation and light domination, but this bizarre experience had my head spinning.
I was excited and aroused by some aspects of Jacqueline's treatment, but agonised and scared by others.
The woman was strange and unstable, and my mind whirled in response to what she'd been doing to me. Her levels of gleeful cruelty were shocking.
After theatrically musing on what steps she could take to now completely and utterly debase me (short of actual castration), Jacqueline had left the bedroom, but was now back, the smell of both her perfume and sweat lingering in the warm air of the small room.
"Mathieu, have you ever been fucked by a woman...like a woman?" Jacqueline asked with a very slight quiver in her voice, belying her own excitement and nervousness.
I looked back over my shoulder with trepidation, and was immediately greeted by a striking, sexy but frightening image that sent shivers of both fear and arousal pulsing through my body like an electric charge.
Obviously carefully devising the kinky visual tableaux of my domination, the lithe and lean Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol wore a black PVC cat-suit and leather high-heel boots.
Her long brown hair was slicked back from her face with gel, and she wore thick, black eye make-up and red lipstick.
With the heady mix of her unusual beauty, bizarre outfit, and striking black eye-patch already combining to create the look of a comic book villainess, Ms. Jacqueline Chabrol had returned to the room after now adjusting her image to that of a true sexual dominator.
Craning my neck to look over my shoulder at her, I saw that Jacqueline now had a black plastic dildo strapped to her crotch with a studded leather belt system that wrapped around her inner thighs and waist.
"Oh my god," I said quietly, and looked down at the foreboding strap-on. "You're not going to do this, are you?"
"Yes, Mathieu," Jacqueline smiled. "I am going to do this. You will now learn what it feels like to be fucked. You're a big, muscular stud obviously used to ramming your enormous appendage into women. Let's see how powerful you feel when you're the one being penetrated...when you're the one on the bottom. You won't feel so strong then, will you?"
"Oh my god," I muttered. "For fuck's sake..."
"I have slowly diminished your power step by step this evening," Jacqueline said. "I have taken everything from you. I have taken your clothes, your power, and your own personal agency. It has been a true joy. This has been one of the best nights of my life. Now I will render you utterly pathetic and impotent. You will be the one getting fucked now. I have the power in this relationship, mon cher. You are nothing."
I rested my forehead against the cool wall, beads of sweat dripping down my face.
I'd enjoyed arse-play in the past, with various women sexily driving up my arousal levels by sleazily and naughtily sticking their fingers into my butt-hole. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Poked By Schoolgirls"]
I'd also relished the feelings of violation and submissiveness that arse-play provoked, but being fucked in the butt with a dildo was something else entirely. I was undeniably scared.
"As you can see," Jacqueline giggled, "my phallus is nowhere near as big as yours. I could have procured a much, much larger one, but I don't want to cause you any lasting damage. But you will still feel what it's like to be utterly powerless. You really are my bitch now...my pathetic little bitch. You will be sodomised, Mathieu, by a woman. How truly humiliating that must be for a man..."
I craned my neck to look over my shoulder at Jacqueline. She was smiling wickedly.
I looked down at the dildo and noticed that it was indeed about the size of the average erect male penis.
It wasn't huge, but I would certainly still feel it plunging into me...that was without question.
I also noticed that Jacqueline held a very large plastic bottle of baby oil in her right hand.
I seriously hoped that was going to be applied to either Jacqueline's newly positioned dildo or directly into my butt-hole. I didn't want that thing going in dry.
Craning my neck, I saw Jacqueline place the baby oil on her bedside table, above the drawer in which she'd placed the scissors that she had previously used to cut off my t-shirt.
She then looked around the room excitedly. Obviously spotting what she was looking for, Jacqueline smiled and moved to the other side of the bed.
She hurriedly bent down to pick up what I quickly realised was the thick black leather belt that she had used to lash me with.
"Mmmm," the French schoolteacher murmured theatrically, and I turned my head to again face the wall, "before I drive myself into your flesh, I might need to tenderise it first. I think it's time for my little bitch to enjoy another flogging. Are you ready, young lady?"
Jacqueline laughed wildly and I heard a slicing sound as the belt sailed through the air.
I then felt a massive stinging, painful sensation as the hard leather bit down forcefully into the muscled flesh of my back.
Once again, Jacqueline had folded the belt over to make it as painful as she could.
I screamed and jerked, and Jacqueline mercilessly lashed me again, and then again, and then again, and then one more time. She grunted and squealed with each cruel lashing.
I slumped down, my back flooded with pain. There was a pause, and I optimistically thought it was over.
But then I heard a stirring in the fetid air, and the belt whipped harshly across my bare butt.