Too Good to Be True

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

This chapter, along with the next two, will take a much darker turn. If stronger Femdom is not to your taste, please skip these three chapters (5,6 and 7) and rejoin at Chapter 8.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.

Too good to be true? Chapter 05.

Saturday (around 07:00, although Ben did not know that)

Coming round from a night of excessive drinking, or taking any kind of sleeping supplement, usually involves confusion and uncertainty. Ben had both, in spades!

He had come round from his induced sleep to find that he was in a very odd position and in a reasonable amount of pain.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?

WHERE AM I?

WHAT IS HAPPENING?

Nothing...........

"ANSWER ME!!"

Nothing......

"AAAAARRRGGGGHHH."

Nothing.....

"HELP ME!"

Nothing.....

Ben could see nothing as he was wearing a black-out mask. Not only that, but his head hurt, his arms hurt, and he needed to pee!

He could feel that his arms were pulled up above him and secured in some type of cuffs, keeping him stretched out.

He tried to move his legs, but they were somehow restrained, so he just tried to move his feet. He had some success twisting his left foot to his left, but found it was suspended in the air, and all his weight was on his right. He moved his foot around carefully, but apart from a one-foot square area of floor, he could feel... nothing? He appeared to be standing on a box?

He could hear something!! Hurrah, someone was coming to help him!

No? Nothing......

Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, scaring Ben - who was not the bravest person at any time!

"AAAAIIIEIIEIIE"

Without warning, Ben felt incredible pain in both his nipples as some kind of clamp had been fastened to both of them, by someone he had not even heard.

"AIIIEEIIIEEE. NNNNOOOOOOO! HELP!

He thought he heard a chuckle, but the pain in his chest, via his nipples, was overwhelming his senses. He broke down crying, still unaware of what was happening.

He was cold, he realised! Not freezing cold, but he was clearly somewhere without heating as the air was cool but not moving. He must be indoors, but where?

"Help me please!" he asked the darkness, "I don't know where I am or what I have done. Please let me go?"

A noise to his left caused his head to turn, but he was, obviously, unable to see anything. A tinkle, or rattle, type noise came to him, and he felt his arms being stretched further above his head. At the same time, the "box" under his feet was kicked away, and bumped into something across to his right.

Ben swung gently in the cool, still air!

"What do you want?" he called out, "I am not a rich man. You might have the wrong person?" he was trying to think of anything that might get him released.

Another gentle chuckle! Did he know the voice?

Nothing was working in his head!

"AAAEIIIEIEIE, PLEASE..... NO!" he cried out, as the clamps on his nipples were pulled quickly off his nipples. The pain was intense!!

"NOOO," he shouted again as they were returned to his nipples, 90 degrees from how they had been, now exerting pressure the opposite way on his nipples.

The pain in his chest returned with a vengeance, not helped as something (fingers?) twisted the clamps clockwise, then anticlockwise, then back again.

Ben just started crying again. His senses were overwhelmed and every part of his body seemed to hurt.

A quiet noise - a door opening or closing - away to his left. Then... nothing!

Diane had decided to check in on Ben, making sure nothing was seriously endangering him. She had fastened the nipple clamps and then toyed with them purely because...... she wanted to!

She had pulled on the overhead chain and lifted his feet from the little dias he had been standing on, then kicked the dias away from him, leaving him 3 or 4 inches from the floor, and swinging slowly. He could not tell but he was also spinning slowly on the chain. This pleased Diane who could see her later 'involvement' with Ben would work better than she had thought.

She left the room. It was time for Breakfast.

Ben just swung in his misery!

08:40

Diane was in her huge bedroom, plush cushions all around her on the king-size bed. She wore her night clothes - a light-blue camisole top with satin panties - and was finishing her coffee. She had eaten a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage and toast, with plenty of good coffee and was sated.

She pondered on how Ben might be feeling, down in the cellars of her beautiful house, - "The Chateau" it was named.

Diane had been left this house by a wealthy aunt that Diane was close to in life, and who she missed badly in death. The aunt had been a firm believer in 'Female Dominance' and, it was alleged, the house was given to the aunt by a submissive male she had enslaved. There was nobody to query how true that was, but it was left to Diane, 'lock stock and barrel'.

Fortunately for Diane, she had already started on her quest to deprive as many men as possible of their wealth, much to the amusement, and agreement, of her aunt, so, keeping "The Chateau" up to standard was within her means. She had brought 5 of her 'slaves' to the house (4 men and 1 woman) and between them, they had the whole place cleaned and tidied in a weekend.

With the exception of the cellars!

Diane had been told by her aunt that there were extensive cellars under the building and they had already been fitted out with cells - probably well in the past. There was little in the way of luxury down there, with the possible exception of a toilet, and a metal bed frame, in each cell.

Using carefully chosen workmen, Diane had the cellars checked and created several rooms from the big reception area right at the bottom of the stairs. She could keep 10 or 15 people down here, all in their own cells, or cages. The workmen did a great job and Diane gave them a huge tip, on condition of the foreman not filing any 'building changes' with the council. She wanted the cellars to remain her secret.

Apart from the residents in the cells, only 5 people knew of the cellars, Diane, Bron and Louise, Sarah and Ally. Ally had to be aware in case any building or facilities work was needed. She had the best contacts. Sarah had to know as she took part in the scenes and had a novel way of imparting pain.

Diane removed the camisole top freeing her bounteous breasts and placed her hands underneath them to feel the heft as she lifted them on her chest. Yes, mmmmm. Sure, there was some sag, but these beauties weighed between 6 and 10 pounds each, and that was more than enough. She had fed both her daughters from them, causing part of the increase in size, but now they were just there to ensnare men!

Despite the weight, Diane loved playing with them, feeling the smooth skin and the softness as she pressed the flesh against her ribcage, kneading it with her fingers. There was nothing as nice as lying in bed, playing with your tits and thinking of how they brought her all the things she wanted.

"36H" she said to herself. "Never would have thought it!" These were her ultimate weapon, and she had passed on her genes to her daughters who were both the same size as her. They made a formidable trio when seen together.

She had considered a shower, but knew she was going to get a work-out this morning and would take one afterwards. But how to dress?

She decided on a pair of beige riding jodhpurs which were tight and showed off her 40-inch ass nicely. She twisted herself around looking in the mirror and liked what she saw. She dragged on a jogging top which would keep her covered but let the beauties inside bounce around when she moved. A pair of knee-length black leather boots completed her ensemble. 'You look a million dollars!', she told herself.

She left her room and was going to call in on her daughters to see how their part of the plan had worked out, but both had "Do not disturb" signs on the door handles. She would see them later!

Taking her private elevator down to the cellars, Diane was getting excited. She LOVED hurting men, especially weak ones, and Ben would feel the wrath of some of the many instruments of pain and torture she had all around the cellars. She despised his weakness and would work out her frustrations over the next hour or so. Ben was in for a long, painful session, BUT she reasoned, after it had finished, he would NEVER even consider disobeying her ever!

The occupants of cells 1 and 3 looked up as she walked through the entrance area, asking if she had anything for them to do today? Could they please come out of their cells to help her, in ANY way?

"Later, my pets. Later!"

Diane had Ben strung up in the largest of the torture rooms and had ensured when she visited him earlier that all the tools she wanted were on hand.

She unlocked the door quietly and then flung the door open, hearing it crash against a bench just behind it. Ben was startled by the noise and shouted for help!

"Please, someone. Help me!!

"Not happening!" she said, maintaining a neutral tone, "We are going to have a fun time here for an hour or so, and, sorry Ben, but nobody is coming to help you!"

"Diane?" he said in a soft voice, his voice cracking with dryness. He had been strung up without food or water for close to 10 hours, and had hurt his vocal cords shouting for help earlier.

"Diane? Is that You?"

"Well worked out, Ben!" she said, sarcastically, "Maybe your best dream; maybe your worst nightmare!" She laughed.

"AAAIIIIEEEIIEIE" he screamed, as she took a hold on the nipple clamps and twisted them vigorously from side to side. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" he screamed again, his voice breaking and with tears flowing down his cheeks again.

Diane smiled to herself. A nice gentle start and he was already in tears!

Time to face her victim. Time to show him how his life was going to be. Time for punishment!

She reached for the nipple clamps again and pulled them off, roughly, eliciting another scream from Ben. He was openly crying now; his nose running.

She snatched the blindfold from his eyes and stepped back to place it on a bench which was just behind her.

"Hello, Ben!" she said, sounding friendly; speaking softly. "How did you get here?"

She laughed and walked over to a wall of canes, floggers, crops and whips. "Which one first, Ben? The whips hurt like hell but are even worse when your back is already aflame with pain from the other toys!" She liked to call her instruments of torture "Toys" as it made them sound much less threatening, even if the pain they caused was anything from terrible to unbelievable!

"Diane! Why are you doing this? What did I do? Why am I here?" he sniffled.

"Oh, you know, Ben! Ogling my tits, looking up my skirt, generally being a snivelling weakling! BUT you do have one redeeming feature. I need an accountant who can figure out all the exemptions and claims I can make to reduce my tax burden......... oh and I need two general labourers and your boys, although weak, will do for that work.

"Are they here?" he cried out, "Please don't harm them!"

"Not my choice, Benny boy! Bron and Louise have them now. I would think they will come out of today with a new outlook on life, along with empty ball sacks and red-striped bodies. They might even have some nice toys to wear too. Depends what turns the girls on at the time. AND what the boys can cope with!" she added, somewhat menacingly.

"Now, back to You," she said, swishing a crop through the air. The, instantly recognisable, 'whoosh' noise startled Ben. "Please Diane, Do not hurt me!"

"OH, COME ON!!" she shouted, Be serious!! Time for some fun. You might even like the first 20 seconds or so...........!"

Diane reached up with her left arm and reached down with her right hand grabbing the bottom of her jogging top, and pulling it up and over her head, revealing her huge, naked breasts.

"You ogled them enough, Ben! Better than you thought they could be?"

Ben looked at her through tear-filled eyes, and had to admit her breasts WERE better than he had imagined. There was clearly a little sag, but, as she whipped the crop through the air, they bounced beautifully, the shape elongating on the down bounce and then back into a rounder shape as they bounced back up.

"I WILL do what you want, Diane! Please!! There is no need to be like this, I promise, I promise! I will do what you ask!"

"Oh, BEN! Tut, tut. I KNOW you will do what I ask, but this is my fun time, and you happen to be here. We have an hour, and I will make the most of it. You just have to hang out here with me!"

She laughed at her joke and slashed the crop down towards Ben's leg, just missing him.

"Testing, Testing!" she teased, then slammed the crop down onto his right thigh. The scream that came from Ben was what Diane wanted. He had screamed when she had played with his nipple clamps earlier, but this was MUCH better. She knew that had really hurt him, and it was just going to get better! She laughed again, watching him jerking around on the chain.

As he slowed down jerking and swinging, she could see a bright red stripe across his thigh.

"Oh, lovely!" she said. "You need to match, though!"

She brough the crop down again and another stripe appeared about an inch above the previous one. "You thought I was going to hit your left thigh, didn't You?" she grinned at him. "No, I will do that......

"NOW"

A blazing line appeared on Ben's left thigh, followed almost instantly, by a scream louder than any previous ones. "OOOOOOOH, I guess that one hurt!"

"Let's match them up and then move on to somewhere else!"

Ben's sight was blurred now, his eyes full of tears. He could see an outline of Diane, and she looked fantastic, but how could she do this to him?

She answered that with another burning line across his left thigh and a "YAH" shout.

She inspected the lines and decided her aim was good enough. The two stripes on each thigh were pretty close to being a match. That would do for his thighs...., for now!

Diane returned to the wall of torture implements and placed the crop back on its hook.

She walked slowly across the room, in front of Ben who could not help but look at her fabulous tits gently bouncing as she walked.

She reached the ratchet handle for the chain, and started to wind it clockwise, raising the chain and pulling more on Ben's arms. Soon he was higher up, his ass probably around 5 feet from the floor. She tied off the ratchet and walked over to Ben.

He was watching her, his eyes admiring her fabulous form, his body less appreciative. He could see now that her arms had well defined muscles.

"Sometimes a sharp pain is what is needed, sometimes it is deep pain that is less intense, but equally distracting, and painful. She took a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and slid her fingers into them as she walked around behind him. He tried to twist his head around enough to see what she was doing, but she was just out of sight.

"NOW," she started, "we will warm your ass up a bit."

On the first word, she had brought both hands down, one on each ass cheek, leaving a faint pink imprint on each side. He felt the pain, but it was nothing compared to the crop. She continued with this for at least 5 minutes, sometimes one hand, sometimes both, getting his ass a nice red and working all around so that the whole of both cheeks were reddened.

A leisurely stroll across to the wall again. She selected a flogger, with a foot-long leather tongue, split into two down 3/4 of the length. She hit it against her jodhpurs a few times, just to scare Ben a bit really, and moved to stand in front of him. She showed him the next 'toy'.

"Now, this one is a fun toy, because you don't know what you will get. Sometimes the two tongues will slap down next to each other, and sometimes, if I get them just right, they will trap a little skin between them, and that REALLY hurts!

Diane stood in front of Ben, staring into his eyes, daring him to say anything! He stayed quiet, but she could see he was tempted, both to speak and by her wonderful body. Small rivulets of sweat had run down from her neck and disappeared into the cleavage between her breasts. He was entranced by them, watching the sweat disappear, looking down to see if they would come out again. She was feeling the heat as well, but this was her 'work-out' so she took it as a necessary part of the scene. She WOULD need a shower after this.

She slowly turned watching Ben as his eyes followed around to her ass. She LOVED her ass - it was so big and once she was sitting on a man's body, he was not going anywhere. Her weight, and determination would keep any man there. When she decided on punishing anyone, a quick slide back onto their face, and their breathing would soon become very difficult.

She continued her stroll around his hanging body and stood directly behind him.

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK."

She started to hit his reddened ass with the flogger, mostly just adding to the redness, but occasionally getting a nice shot that split the tongues and had them bite into his flesh. Soon enough Ben was screaming and crying again.

"Good job these cells are sound-proofed, eh Ben?" she asked, switching from being a whipping Dominatrix, to a quietly spoken Lady. "I would hate it if people had their breakfast spoiled by your screaming!"

"Talking of which, we need to continue!"

"Please, Please, No, Diane! Please I will do everything for you, be everything I can for you, Plea......!"

"Enough whining! Time for a bit of pain. You can choose; the cane or the whip?"

Ben just looked at her as he gently swayed on his chain. What kind of choice was that? She had walked across in front of him, and had reached the torture wall, as Ben had named it.

He had watched her as she strolled past him, admiring her breasts - they really were superb - and wondering what it would feel like for her to sit on him, maybe even on his face!

"Come on, wakey, wakey! Your choice, Ben. You won't be given free choices here often, so take them quickly when they arise". She was smiling broadly, and he realised she was really enjoying this way more than he thought anyone could. She walked slowly to the ratchet and released the chain, letting it drop quickly for a second or so, then applying the brake. Ben was falling...then jolted to a stop.

"Last chance, or I will choose - and I will choose both!"

Some kind of 'free' choice, he thought!

"The cane, I suppose," he replied, not looking forward to what was about to happen.

"You 'suppose'?" Diane's temper was starting to show, but she would keep it in check.

"Well, let's 'suppose' this cane, and see what you think." She picked up the cane along with a coiled black whip and carried them over to a table behind Ben, placing the whip carefully on the tabletop. Positioning herself behind him, and to his left, she held the cane tightly, tapping it against his skin, with no power, just psyching him out!

A little more speed, and a little more pain for Ben, then without warning she pulled her arm back and let the cane blaze through the still air. Ben had paused, awaiting the hit, but could never have been prepared for the pain!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH"

Ben screamed, then started gibbering incoherently "You,, emeewfnne!"

More taps on his ass, lightly hitting his skin, then, again without warning, a second stripe appeared on his ass, followed almost instantly be a further cry.

"AAIIIIIEEE. NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Pain the like he had never felt, pulsed through his body. He was shaking violently on the chain, moving around the pivot, swinging around the large room, quite quickly now.