By: Lucky Charms

I never pictured myself becoming a dominatrix. But in hindsight, there’s always been a darkness in me—a certain je ne sais quoi that makes weak, wanting, submissive boys seem come out of the woodwork on their knees. Perhaps it is my commanding six feet of height, which is especially daunting in heels. Perhaps it’s the way my soft, supple curves just seem to belong in a steel boned corset.  This particular boy is quite the delightful specimen. He is taller than me—always a turn on—with piercing blue eyes and bedraggled sandy hair. His smooth, apricot skin is pulled taut over lean muscle and sinew. He’s a fairly typical guy in my medical school class. Brilliant yet offbeat, and a lover of all things athletic. An A student that fidgets constantly—like he has a secret.

“Goddess,” he whispers. He is on his knees in front of me, gazing at my feet longingly. Vibrant violet toenails peek out from my black, strappy six-inch heels. He places a slow, gentle kiss on the skin of the top of my foot. A spot I never thought of as sensitive until I felt a familiar tingling between my legs.  He kisses my other foot, one hand traveling slowly up the fullness of my calf, sneaking up the hot pink mini dress that clings to my hips. He looks up at me.

“Yes, Lady boy.” There’s a sensual huskiness in my voice that surprises me. He smiles sheepishly and sits back on his heels and begins unbuttoning his shirt. Button by button, he reveals the electric blue, zebra-print body stocking he’s been hiding underneath his nondescript clothing. He tosses the shirt on the couch beside us. I can’t help but giggle at the way slinky fabric clings to his muscles and how bright blue bows fall right where the straps cover his sensitive nipples. He stands to pull his pants down to reveal the rest of it. The body stocking is crotch-less, and his pink, dangling manhood is laughably out of place juxtaposed against his feminine attire. I laugh as he sinks back to his knees. He leans forward to kiss my foot again and I kick forward. My foot connects with his jaw and the force of the kick, knocks him slightly backward. I move my foot to his chest and push him flat on the floor, pinning him there. His sad little pink cock begins to stiffen. He tries to curl his head up to kiss my foot. I move it away, dragging the point of my stiletto heel along his chest and taut abdomen. His whimper becomes a moan as I near his stiffening pink cock. He obligingly spreads his muscular legs. I press the flat of my foot against his balls. He arches his back in pain and pleasure, moaning loudly.  More pressure. One tea kettle hiss. Harder, harder, harder. He cries out, “Thank you, Goddess!”

Something about the way he calls me Goddess when I torture him makes me warm and wet. I am not wearing panties underneath this hot pink mini dress, and my wetness soon trickles down my thighs. I feel my outer thigh, running my hand over the outside of my dress—there are holes cut out on each side, exposing the dark skin of my hips. There’s a pattern of cuts from the navel to the neckline that reveals the cleavage of my full, firm, 36H breasts. I slide a finger through a hole in the dress to play with my nipple. It hardens, now  visible through the hot pink, slinky fabric. I lift my foot from between his legs and straddle him. I bend down to grab a handful of his wavy blonde hair and pull him up. He scrambles to his knees minimize the tension on his hair. I pull up the hem of my dress and bury his face in my wetness.  He eagerly slides his tongue between my lips, sending a shiver through my whole body. He rolls his tongue over my clit, humming and moaning into my wet mound. I grind against him, coating his whole face in my wetness. I gasp and he moans in delight. My fingers are tangled in his hair and I yank his head back, forcing him to look up at me. He is red-faced, breathing ragged. A stream of sticky wetness drips from his chin. He tries to bring his face back to my dripping pussy. I yank his head back again and slap him with my other hand. Hard. His cheek is red.

“You do NOT decide when you can touch my pussy.”  My voice is a low growl. His eyes widened. There’s something arousing about his genuine alarm.

“I’m so sorry, Goddess, it’s just…your pussy tastes so good… I can’t help it.” I grab him by the throat with both hands, pulling him to his feet and pushing him up against the wall.  He has to look up at me in these heels. My breasts have shifted in the dress—one Hershey kiss nipple is framed by a cut out in the fabric. I bring it closer to his mouth, but just far enough away that he knows it’s off limits. He looks up pleadingly.

“What do you say, Lady boy?”

“Please…” he whispers. I keep one hand around his throat, and slide the other down to his now, fully erect cock. I squeeze. Hard.

“Please, what?”

“May I please…” he trails off and I squeeze him even harder. He gasps and arches his back.

“Goddess, may I please…please, I want to eat your pussy so bad. You taste so good. Please, Goddess, please…”His voice trails to a breathy whisper. I cannot contain my throaty giggle. I pull him back down to the ground on his back, and get on my knees to straddle his face.  His tongue flies right to my clit, swirling and rolling over its sensitive warmth. I reflexively gyrate against his mouth, with a squeal. My hands slide up the front of my dress to my breasts. I squeeze them, tweak my nipples and moan.

“Yes, you are such a good little girl,” I say. I hear a muffled “thank you, Goddess” from between my legs.  He continues to assail my engorged clit with his tongue, pausing only to suck on its throbbing warmth and hum. My breaths are short and shallow and I lean forward so I can hold myself up.

“You may use your hands,” I am breathless.  He immediately brings his arms around my hips, hands pulling my round cheeks apart. He places one finger in my warm, tight knot and I gasp. Two fingers of his other hand slide into my wetness from behind. He alternates the thrusting of his fingers into me, and my moans become louder and higher pitched with each thrust. He thrusts faster and faster and faster. My whole body begins to tense. I throw my head back, screaming and shuddering as I come. My legs are quivering when I roll off of his face and lay beside him on the floor. My dress is up around my waist and my wetness is everywhere. He is red-faced and licking his smiling lips.

“You came so hard, Goddess,” he says with quiet excitement. He puts his wet fingers in his mouth, “So sexy…”

I use the arm of the couch to pull myself up to my feet, my legs still a little shaky. His chain collar and leash sit on the coffee table that had been pushed aside to make room for our activities. He pulls himself to his hands and knees, bowing his head for me to slide the collar around his neck. I turn to walk to the bedroom of my apartment, tugging firmly on his chain. He crawls behind me on all fours, my lady boy pet. I lock the door behind me—we’ve barely scratched the surface of the night.