Scenes Of The Great Female Takeover

Buzzing, as electrode touched skin. A panicked cry, the creak of leather restrains. A girlish giggle erupted from between her grinning teeth.

The boy was such a work of otherworldly beauty, his lean and muscular body, naked and spread out and bound helpless. The way it convulsed in a desperate and hopeless effort in releasing himself. His beatiful young features overcome by pain and panic, soaked with tears. He cried into his gag, trying to beg for mercy.

His unwillingness was so sexy. She loathed masochistic men as intensely as she loved to inflict pain on those that did not want it, did not enjoy it. The sense of power in hurting one unwilling was beyond compare.

She loved the feeling of his hard, large cock in her hand, the feeling of the shaft twitching and expanding as she tortured the sensitive head. She admired the shapely glans, oiled and shiny, with its grooves of delightfully and intimately sensitive flesh. His pride and joy under a merciless attack. How terrified and violated that must make him feel! How deeply helpless.

Words could not desribe how deeply this aroused her. And she had only begun with him. What joy she felt thinking that!

She relented for a while, his hard member still in her hold. She studied the sexy creature breathing heavily and whimpering. His lovely body trembled.

She laughed. "So, still think letting an older woman play with your cock sounds like a fun idea?" She thought back to the e-mails they'd swapped. I will tie you up and do things to you you'd never had dreamed to experience, she had written. He had been so entusiastic. Where was that enthusiasm now? She was being as good as her word.

Once she'd had had him stripped and strapped down to the cross and gagged, she had looked down on him and smiled. In his eyes she was able to see how her smile had turned. From light to dark. "You are mine now."

Then she had drugged him. A few syringes to the cock to set the mood. He had hardened within seconds. Squirming in his restrains, telling her to release him, as the strange feeling took over.

She had gotten out her tools of torture, showing them to him without a word. One after the other. Terror had seized him. Demands turned into pleading.

How she loved it when they got like that.

She put the electrode down in the groove of his toned abs. She flicked at one of the wired clamps on his nipples, then caressed the package underneath his cock, the wire wrapped around his balls. Next she caught the juicy cockhead in between her fingertips, slowly ran them up and down. He whimpered and twitched. She smiled. Even this was too much attention. Biting her lower lip she applied some nails. He cried. She murmured a laugh.

"You know," she said, grabbing the electrode again. "I'm not going to stop before I see cum squirt out of this cock."

It would eventually, sooner or later. Of course, then she would just do something else. She would take her time. Go through all her wicked toys. Enjoy herself.

She continued.

He trashed and cried, his back trying to arch but unable to do so with the restraints keeping him in place. She giggled.

She was just getting started on him. So much fun ahead.

Such a perfect way to spend the weekend!