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Dominatrix Domain

” You didn’t tell anyone about this…did you?”

” No…I live alone…, why do you ask?”

” Nothing really…it’s just that I prefer guys who have little or no
connections…they’re easier that way…if you got family…sometimes the
wife can make things difficult…if she finds out.”

” I’m not married…so that’s no problem…and no one at the place I
work knows I’m calling you…I simply saw your website on the Internet
together with your number.”

” Ok…that’s great…so you know what the token of appreciation is…,
right?”

” It’s two hundred for an hour.”

” You got it…so I’ll see you at seven tomorrow night?”

” Ok…I’ll be there…dress up like you show yourself on the site.”

” I will…I’ll give you all the punishment you deserve…and then some,
trust me…I will.”

” Ok ma’am…I’ll be looking forward to the session…sounds like it’ll
be cool!”

” Oh it will be…it will be!”

With that, sexy Helen hung up the phone and returned to the livingroom
where she parked her ass on the sofa, fired up a fresh cigarette, and picked
up a magazine she’d been reading, starting from where she left off before
the phone call.

As a self employed dominatrix, Helen made out ok. She had the looks
to go with it. Her dark hairs where cut at the collar; she was in shape,
and she was basically a loner, a perfect trait for her kind of work, falling
in love with someone would only be an obstacle, it was best if she only
dealt with men on a ‘professional’ basis.

When the day came to an end, Helen turned in for the night. The next
morning, she got up and did her routine, this and that, also going shopping
and taking a walk in the afternoon. Finally, when evening came, she ate
supper, washed the dishes, and then went into her bedroom, getting herself
ready for the scheduled session with the guy she spoke to on the phone
yesterday.

Before a full length mirror, Helen removed her regular clothes and then
dressed herself in her femdom outfit. She put on a pair of thigh high black
stiletto boots, a black leather waist cincher, long black gloves, and nothing
else. With her ass and tits exposed, Helen ventured over to the closet
and removed a long trench coat, putting it on over her frame until the
‘guest’ arrived.

Out in the livingroom again, sexy Helen went over to a drawer built
into a cabinet and removed a small test tube full of some red solution.
The tube was capped shut. With the thing in hand, the brunette ventured
toward the kitchen saying to herself, ” All right…he’s got no family…and
no one knows he’s coming over…he’ll be perfect…gotta have some fun
for myself every once in a while…, ha, ha!”

Once she was in the kitchen, Helen placed the test tube upon the counter
and prepared some coffee, making a pot of the black stuff. At last, the
coffee was done as the doorbell rang.

” Cool…he’s here…, great!”

When she was back in the livingroom, Helen peaked out from behind the
curtain and saw the guy’s car parked in the drive behind her vehicle. Also,
she took note of a figure standing on her front porch before the entrance.
As a result, Helen strolled over to the door and opened it. Before her
stood a middle aged guy dressed in casual attire.

” Come in…I take it you’re…, what was your name again?”

” Mike.”

” Ok Mike…, come on in…I’m all set…”

Mile stepped inside her place as she asked, ” Where’s the money?”

” Right here.”

He produced his wallet and removed two hundred bucks in cash, handing
the bills to the good looking dominatrix.

” Thanks.”, replied Helen as she ventured over to the same drawer from
which she previously extracted the test tube.

Back by the guy again, she asked, ” Care for some coffee?”

” Ah…, no, I’m ok.”

” C’mon…I made some for you.”

” Well…in that case…I’ll have a cup.”

” I’ll be right back…why don’t you get undressed in the meantime.”

Having had previous dominatrix sessions with other women, Mike felt
at ease as he took all his clothes off and placed them on the nearby sofa.

In the kitchen, Helen grinned to herself and removed the test tube’s
plastic cap, pouring a little of the red stuff into the base of a coffee
cup. After placing the cap back onto the tube, she poured coffee into the
cup and filled it to the brim. Helen returned to the livingroom with the
cup and gave it to the now naked guy as he knelt there in front of her.

” Thanks…tastes pretty good.”

” It’s the best…trust me…it is.”, answered Helen as she removed
her coat and tossed it to the sofa, revealing her super sexy frame!

” You look terrific…, let’s start the session.”, said Mike, finishing
off the last contents of the cup, finally placing the empty thing to the
nearby livingroom table.

” The session’ll start in about a minute.”

” Why can’t we start now?”

” Because…it’ll take a minute or so until the stuff takes effect.”,
replied Helen, standing in front of the kneeling man with her weight shifted
and her hands on her hips.

” Stuff?”

” Yea…I put something in the coffee.”

” You mean…, you can’t do that…that’s against the law!”

” Is it?”

” What did you put in it anyway?”

” You’ll find out…, in fact…it should start working right about
now…”

” Hey…, what’s…what’s going on, I feel funny…everything seems
like it’s changing…!”

” It’s you that’s changing…can’t you tell?”

” What’s happening to me?”

” You’re getting smaller and smaller…shrinking away!”

” No…that’s not possible!”

” But it is…just look at yourself…, ha, ha!”

” Please…, no, can’t you reverse this?”

” No fucken way!”

” Why…how?”

” I found some magic potion a few years back when I took a vacation
to some poor country…as for why…, well, like you told me on the phone…no
one knows you’re here…every once in a while…, I shrink a client, have
some fun with him before I do him in…, that’s all…, ha, ha!”

” No, please don’t hurt me!”

” Ha…, there we go…now it’s done, you’re now only three inches high…,
ha, ha!”

” Please…, Helen…, ma’am!”

” Fuck you, you little shit…, you’re all mine now to play with…the
world’ll never hear from you again!”

” I’ll do whatever you say!”

” Ofcourse you will….I’m sure of that!”

Mike got to his tiny feet and stared up at the lady before him. To the
little man, she looked like a giant, causing fear to run through his frame!

Staring down at him, Helen said, ” Maybe I should just step on you…what
do you think of that?”

” No…, please don’t!”, cried Mike as she raised her right boot, mocking
the tiny man.

In desperation, Mike ran to the left, trying to get away from her. He
ran like mad until he got to the far corner of the room, his mind going
blank as terror went through his system. Turning around, he gazed away
and watched as her giant looking boots got closer and closer. Finally,
Helen squatted before him and said in an evil tone, ” Now that wasn’t too
smart, going into a corner…what a jerk!”

” No…, please….no!”, cried Mike as she reached forth with her right
hand, taking up the guy.

” No, no…, don’t hurt me!”, yelled the man as she stood straight again
and ventured over to the sofa, dropping Mike to the cushion afterward.

” I believe that’s what most of you guys want…, right?”

” What…, what are you talking about?”

Slowly, the dominatrix rotated her frame, saying, ” Facesitting…,
what else….I’m sure you wanted me to sit on you face…, right?”

Holding his hands upward, the little naked guy stared straight up at
her beautiful naked ass as the thing came down at him!

” No…, Helen, please!”

Frantically, he ran to the left, getting out of the way just in time.

” You little shit…I’m gonna sit on your face if it’s the last thing
I do!”

” Please, Helen…let’s talk!”

” Fuckyou!”

Helen quickly got up and again parked her ASS!, this time a few inches
over. Sure enough, she got him, squeezing poor little Mike between her
butt and the soft cushion! Lucky for him, the cushion’s material was flexible
enough, allowing the guy to live, the pressure was great enough to make
him uncomfortable but not that great that it would kill him.

While her gorgeous ass held him in place, she said with humor, ” So
you wanna talk…well talk…, I’m listening.”

Obviously, she heard nothing, she only felt his motions as the man tried
to work himself out from under her firm behind, not having much of any
success.

” I don’t hear you…, guess you don’t have anything to say…, ha,
ha!”

For the next five minutes, Helen allowed him to stay there, not able
to free himself. At last, however, the woman got up and turned around,
watching the little man get back to his feet, somewhat dazed for a few
moments.

” So how was that…that’s what I call a facesitting session!”

” Helen…, c’mon…be reasonable!”

” I am reasonable….why don’t you give me a good reason why I should
let you live.”

” Please…I’ll do whatever you say!”

” You said that already….it means nothing…I already can make you
do what I want…so what’s your fucken point?”

” Don’t kill me…, please don’t!”

” You still haven’t given me a good reason.”

” Please!”

” You’re such a cry baby!”, replied the woman as she took him up by
one of his arms and went with him into the kitchen, going over to the sink,
dangling the man above the drain.

” What is that?”, asked Helen.

” It’s a drain.”

” It’s more than that…watch this.”

With her left hand, Helen reached over to a switch and flicked it.

” No, no, please, no!”

” Yea….like that sound? It sounds hungry…hungry for you!”

” No, please…, please….I’ll do whatever you say, please!”

” There you go again…you can’t even help yourself…now can you?”

” No!”

A sadistic delight glowing from her dark eyes, Helen released the tiny
man, dropping him down into the electric garbage disposer! It only took
seconds and his helpless body was cut to pieces, nothing left but blood
a scraps! Next, Helen turned on the water, let it run for a moment, then
turned it off, washing away what was left of him. After she turned the
switch off, Helen returned to the livingroom and disposed of his clothes.
All set, the evil lady replaced the test tube to the drawer and went back
to her bedroom, removing the leather outfit and sticking the coat back
into the closet.

When she had everything ready, Helen went back into her regular clothes,
a pair of jeans, western boots, and a casual shirt. Since it was already
dark out, the lady grabbed his car keys which she removed from his clothes
before throwing them away and went outside. There, she lowered her ass
behind the wheel of his car and drove off, abandoning the thing a few miles
away. After walking back to her place, the dominatrix got undressed and
went to bed, knowing that tomorrow would bring more clients, more people
for her to make money off of. And if she felt like it, she would even shrink
one of them, some guy with no connections, someone the world wouldn’t even
miss.

The End
Copyright 2003

FK Publications

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A Small Man

“ C’mon Beth…, why can’t we do that…, I mean…where’s the harm?”

“ It’s wrong and it’s harmful as well.”

“ What?”

“ It’s theft…it’s reducing the value of money all over by a small
amount.”

“ But no one’ll connect it to us…so who cares?”

“ No…, now forget it…, ok? That’s the fucken problem with men…no
sense of ethics…, non whatsoever.”

“ Beth…, you’re such a…”

“ Such a what?”

“ I don’t know…, I just can’t understand why someone with your powers
doesn’t use ‘em…, use ‘em for her own good.”

“ Mark…, you don’t understand…you just don’t get it.”

“ Understand what…, that you’re a witch, a real witch, with superior
powers and you don’t use ‘em…you choose to work as some secretary…,
let me work as a truck driver, and all you gotta do is snap your fingers
and we’ll have a million bucks right here on the livingroom table!”

“ Like I said…, you don’t get it…it’s about right and wrong.”

“ You make me sick, Beth.”, yelled the twenty eight year old husband
to his good looking thirty year old dark-haired wife as she sat there on
the sofa next to him, dressed in a dark blue skirt suit and black pumps.

“ You make me sick too!”, replied Beth while looking at the guy, brushing
her shoulder length mane to the side.

“ I’m serious…, you make me sick…, real sick…I don’t know why
I married you, you promised that if I keep your thing a secret you’ll use
it to help me.”

“ I did.”

“ What…, when did you ever use it?”

“ I kept you outta trouble…you and your stupid money making schemes…,
you don’t know it…but I saved you a few times…used my powers to alter
the minds of other people…like the judge two years ago…, remember…that
bullshit you pulled…, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be in jail now!”

“ All right…ok…, but the point is you’re supposed to make me rich!”

“ That’s no good…if you don’t make money by working for it…it’ll
only corrupt you!”

Mark stomped his feet to the floor like a child and yelled, “ I can’t
stand this…you’re driving me nuts!”

“ You’ll be all right.”

“ No I won’t…you’re not being fair!”

“ Fair? I’m fair….you got more than fair from me!”

“ I oughta divorce your ass!”

“ Then go ahead….I make enough to support myself…don’t you need
you…, you need me more than I need you.”

Quickly, Mark stood up and kicked the side of the table, screaming,
“ You fucken bitch…, I’ll leave…yes I will…but that’s not all!”

“ What…what are you saying?”

“ I’ll tell everyone about you…then they’ll get you…I’ll prove it
to the world that you’ve got powers…I mean it!”

“ Oh really…you’d really do that?”

“ You bet…, bitch!”

Slowly, the sexy lady leaned back in the sofa and said, “ Hmmmm…I
won’t like that.”

“ That’s your fucken problem!”

“ You know…, you’ve been nothing but trouble for me…, “ mentioned
Beth, “…eversince we met in highschool…you’ve been nothing but trouble.”

“ And if you don’t make a million bucks appear on this table right now…,
I’ll make more trouble for you, understand?”

“ Oh I understand…I understand.”, replied Beth with a touch of sarcasm
in her words.

“ Good…, now make some money appear right now!”

“ You really want me to snap my fingers?”

“ Yea!”

“ Ok…I’ll snap my fingers.”

SNAP!

After her fingers did their thing, Mark stared down at the two foot
high table and asked in a very rude tone of voice, “ Well…, where the
fuck is it…I don’t see anything?”

“ I’m doing something for myself for a change.”

“ What the hell are you talking about?”

“ I guess some people would say it’s unethical what I’m now doing…,
but hey…, I’ve had it with you…it’s you who make me sick!”

“ Hey…, what did you do…I don’t feel right…and everything seems
like it’s changing!”

“ It’s you that’s changing.”

“ What did you do?”, demanded the man!

Slowly, hot looking Beth stood up and circumnavigated the table, coming
to a halt only three feet from her husband.

“ Beth…, I don’t understand…you look like you’re growing!”

“ Haven’t you got it figured out yet, asshole…, this’ll solve my problems
for good!”

“ Beth…, no, make it stop!”

She arched her head back for a second and laughed, saying, “ That’s
it…, shrink…shrink you selfish bastard!”

“ No…, no, please!”

“ Ha, ha…this is great…why the hell didn’t I think of this before?”

“ Please…, no!”

Finally, less than a minute later, Mark shrank all the way down to two
inches in height, the guy reduced to a tiny creature, just standing there,
looking up to his wife, the lady staring down at him with complete satisfaction
in her eyes!

“ Beth…, why…, don’t do this to me!”

A grin on her face, the lady made a step forward, squatted, and then
pinched the back of his shirt between her fingertips. She stood straight
again and turned around, strolling out of the livingroom and through the
kitchen, finally going into the apartment’s bedroom.

“ Beth, Beth…make me normal again, Beth, please…!”

With a wicked smile, she went over to the bed and then quickly tore
off his clothes!

“ Beth…that hurts…it hurts!”

“ Fuck you…, asshole!”

When all his clothes were ripped off, his wife dropped him to the mattress
and turned around, showing her back to the bed.

“ What are you doing, Beth?”, asked the little guy in desperation as
he watched her remove her suit jacket and toss it to the side.

She then started to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and
stepping over it. After her blouse came off, Beth turned her head back
and said to her tiny naked husband, “ You know…for the last year or so,
there’s one thing I’ve always wanted to say to you.”

“ What?”, replied Mark in a feeble little voice.

“ KISS MY ASS!…, that’s what!”

Right before the little man, sexy Beth did a panty peel, pulling her
underwear down to her thighs, exposing her beautiful curvaceous rear!

“ Beth…what are you doing?”

“ Like I said…, KISS MY ASS!”

She pressed her fabulous butt to the bed’s edge and again said, “ KISS
MY ASS!”

“ Beth…do we have to do this?”

“ Ofcourse…, you’re nothing but a jerk…now do as you’re told or
I’ll flush you down the toilet!”

“ You wouldn’t…you just wouldn’t…that would be a matter of ethics…,
remember?”

“ Are you trying me or something?”

“ I know you wouldn’t do that.”

“ I see…, despite your small size, you’re still a big jerk.”

“ Make me normal again!”, demanded the tiny man, working up some nerve.

“ Guess I’ll just have to show you how serious I am…remember…, I’m
fed up with you.”

“ Go to hell, bitch!”

Quickly, Beth turned around and grabbed the little guy. She walked into
the bathroom connected with the bedroom, her panties still pulled halfway
down. Like it was nothing, Beth dropped him into the toilet. After he came
back to the surface, he started screaming, “ Get me out…, Beth, get me
out…make me normal again!”

She didn’t answer, she only turned around and lowered her ASS!, parking
the beautiful thing to the seat, pushing her panties all the way down to
her ankles.

“ No…, Beth, don’t!”

Showing no mercy, Beth pissed away, peeing right down on him!

“ Beth…, please, don’t, please!”, cried Mark as his tiny voice changed
from defiance to fear!

“ Piss on you!”, was all she said as she continued peeing, turning the
water all yellow.

At last, she done. Beth stood up, raised her panties, and then turned
back around, staring down at her little husband swimming around in her
piss.

“ Get me out…please!”

“ Only if you kiss my ass like I told you to.”

Desperate to get out, he agreed, “ Ok…ok, just please get me out of
here…your piss is burning me!”

Slowly, the lady reached down into the toilet bowl and raised Mark up
by one of his arms. When he was out of the water, Beth rinsed him off in
the sink, finally returning with him to the bed’s mattress where she again
tossed him down, turned around, and again lowered her panties, exposing
her nice and smooth backside. Her head rotated, she pushed her butt all
the way toward him and said, “ Ok…, kiss up…, KISS MY ASS!”

Afraid of being tossed back into the toilet, Mark went up to her rear
and kissed it, showing her butt lots of respect!

“ This ain’t bad…, yea, this is great, got myself a little ass kissing
slave…, not bad at all!”

After he kissed her butt for ten whole minutes, Beth said, “ Hmmmm…I
wonder…, I’ve got an idea.”

“ What…why don’t you make me normal again!”

“ Nope…something better….for me that is.”

“ What are you doing?”

“ I’m gonna snap my fingers again.”

“ Beth…, no, why…why are you doing this…not again…, no!”

“ Because…like I said…, I’ve got an idea.”

Mark shrank some more; she made him smaller, shrinking her little husband
all the way down to only a quarter of an inch in height!

As the tiny creature stood there, Beth rotated herself and faced him.
She then turned her index finger upside down and moved it toward him, saying,
“ Here you go…step on the tip of my finger…let’s go or I’ll drop you
back in the toilet.”

“ Why?”

“ Do as you’re told.”

Mark complied. He crawled up on top and held on as she then moved it
up to her face. To him, she looked like a giant as she said, “ Yep…,
I’ve got an idea…, the perfect plan for you!”

“ What…, no, Beth…, please…, I’m sorry for yelling at you about
money…, please!”

“ Fuck you…, jerk!”

Being as careful as possible, Beth moved her finger back behind her
frame, all the way down to her ASS!

“ No, Beth…please!”

While laughing, the lady inserted the tiny guy up into her nice tight
ass crack, saying, “ There…., and the day ain’t finished yet…, it’s
only after five…and I haven’t eaten yet…think I’ll go out tonight.”

“ Help, Beth…get me out!”, cried her husband as she finally slipped
him all the way in!

Trapped in her ass, little Mark could do nothing but stay in one place
while she pulled up her panties, reached for her blouse, put the thing
on, and then went back into her skirt as well. When she had her jacket
back on, Beth went out to the livingroom and took up her purse.

At a casual pace, the lady went downstairs to her car and parked her
ass behind the wheel while saying in a very nasty tone, “ That’s how it’ll
be from now on, I’m gonna take you with me everywhere, shopping, to work,
to a restaurant, wherever…, you’ll be with me all the time…stuck right
up my ass…, ha, ha!”

From between her two cheeks, she felt him move around a little. Laughing,
she giggled down at him, “ Hey…not bad…feels good…, while you’re
at it, why don’t you try what you’ve always been begging me to let you
do…, an ass fuck…now’s your chance…fuck my ass…go ahead!”

Obviously, she didn’t hear a thing, she only felt his tiny motions as
he continued to struggle. Not saying anything else, sexy Beth started the
engine and drove off to her favorite restaurant a few miles away. When
she got there, she took a seat and ordered dinner from the menu. After
the food was served by a hot looking young waitress, Beth started to stuff
her pretty face, eating away, enjoying herself.

When no one was looking at her, she mumbled down toward her butt, “
This is great…don’t have to cook for you anymore…and at your size,
you won’t be hard to feed, pretty cheap at that…, ha, ha!”

In response, she only felt him wiggle around somemore, causing her to
ask, “ What, did you say something?”

Again, he wiggled around, making her to add, “ That’s ok…keep it up…just
keep it up.”

For the next twenty minutes or so, the lady ate her meal, even ordering
a glass of wine to wash it down. However, as the last pieces of food went
down her throat, she suddenly whispered, “ Shit…always when I’m having
fun…, and I do mean ‘shit’!”

Under the wine’s influence now, Beth slowly raised her nice butt and
strolled over to the lavatory. Once inside, she entered one of the toilet
stalls, removed her jacket, hung it up from a hook, lowered her skirt and
panties, and finally lowered her ass to the seat, her butt cheeks spreading
themselves.

With all his might, poor little Mark tried to hold on, however, he eventually
lost his grip and fell in. Moments later, she shit and pissed down at him,
mocking him as well, “ There you go…shit face…I think I’ll do this
all the time…, crap on you…, ha, ha!”

As he swam around in her excrement, engulfed by its smell, he cried,
“ Please, get me out, please!”

“ Don’t worry…I will…, I just ain’t done yet.”

From her asshole came a few more pieces of crap. At last, she finally
wiped her ass and dropped the paper down at her husband. Afterward, Beth
got up, turned around, and stared down at Mark, the guy totally humiliated!

“ Please Beth, get me out!”

A dirty grin on her face, she replied, “ Sure”, and then snapped her
fingers. Seconds later, Mark disappeared and rematerialized, finding himself
standing on the toilet seat.

She reached for a very small piece of fresh toilet paper, gave it to
him, and said, “ Here…clean yourself off.”

Eagerly, he cleaned himself as best he could and finally dropped the
paper over the edge down to the dirty water. Reaching for the lever, Beth
flushed the toilet and then reached for Mark, pinching him between her
finger tips.

“ No…, please…not again, please Beth!”

“ Back where you belong, asshole!”

She reinserted him back into her ass and then pulled her clothes into
place, finally putting on her jacket. All set now, Beth left the lavatory,
returned to her seat, ordered another glass of wine, and simply stayed
there for a while, amused at how he went from a pain in the butt to a harmless
bug up her ass!

The End

Copyright 2003

FK Publications

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A Real Twisted Bitch!

“ Five years of this shit…and what do I got?”, ask dark-haired Joan
of herself as she sat alone in the New York apartment, over looking the
old Queens neighborhood.

Slowly, the brunette gazed downward into her coffee, allowing her black
eyes to stare directly into the dark brew. Musing, she inhaled on her cigarette
and again peered out the window, taking in the drab layout.

“ Fuck this shit…man, there’s just gotta be something better, fuck…,
why, why did I have to get married and have that shitty kid, why…I could
kick myself from here all the way into the East River.”

Frustrated with herself, Joan took another drag and hung her head down,
feeling sorry for herself. Once more, she mumbled away, “ Why, why, why…”

Taking a sip of the coffee, she next glanced at her watch wrapped around
her wrist. “ An hour and a half before the punk gets here…that little
shit, why doesn’t he drop dead…”

Realizing the time was now two o’clock, Joan decided to simply sit by
the kitchen window for another ten minutes or so before getting up and
setting things up for dinner and whatever else. Continuing to stare out
the window, Joan made a sigh and shook her head as thoughts went through
her tormented mind, “ Damn this marriage, why did I do it…all I’ve got
to show for is a fucken husband who hardly makes shit…and a useless kid
who’ll most probably end up a loser anyway…damn…!”

Thinking back to the past, Joan again mumbled away as she took another
drag from the New Port, “ Oh…, the days of old…when I made money…oh
those days…; a dominatrix, that’s what I was, I was the best…I was
free, my time was my own, damn this life now!”

Her brain throbbed and whined while she reminisced about her past “profession”,
thinking always of the days she lived on her own, earning income and having
her own place, an apartment on the better side of Brooklyn. “ What made
my do this…what? If I would’ve continued with my work…I’d have enough
already to buy a condo somewhere on Stanton, perhaps directly on Richmond
Terrace…damn my stupidity, my fucken stupidity!” Cursing, she rambled
on, “ Fuck family, fuck friends and social events, fuck living with someone…it’s
all bullshit…I wanna be alone, alone, alone…, why doesn’t it all go
away, why?”

With her loss of independence, went her hopes of freedom and a life
of her own, causing distress, a feeling so intense that it slowly ate away
at her senses, warping her already perverted brain.

As she raised the cigarette to her mouth, Joan’s hands began to shake,
trembling away as her mental visions passed by, presenting her future,
a lost vacuum with no sense of fulfillment whatsoever.

“ What am I gonna do…what am I gonna do…, this ain’t right, it ain’t
fair…I deserve another chance…I do, I do!”

The coffee cup at her lips now, Joan downed a mouth full of the stuff
and replaced the object on the table. Suddenly, she got up, killed the
cigarette in an ashtray upon the table, and finally slammed her fist down,
causing the cup’s base to vibrate for a second. “ No, no…, ain’t gonna
spend it like this…life’s too short for this bullshit…it’s time I act,
and act now!”

Nodding her head, Joan smiled to herself, saying, “ Yea, yea, I’ll do
it, who give’s a fuck, they’ll never know it was me…, no they won’t,
they’ll never catch me.”

Resolved with her decision, Joan once more gazed at her watch and said
to her own ears, “ Ok…, the kindergarten shit head’ll be here in a little
more than an hour, that’ll give me time to get ready.”

Excited and fascinated with her own diabolical thoughts, Joan went into
the kitchen, slowly strolling over to the cabinet. Looking downward, she
opened one of the drawers, staring away at the forks and knives. To the
side, she observed a larger knife, used to cut bread. For a moment, she
froze and simply meditate over the thing. Nevertheless, after another two
or three seconds, Joan reached down and picked it up. When the nice shinny
object was before her gothic and pretty face, she smiled to herself wickedly
and said, “ Yea…, this’ll do, this’ll do the trick…oh yea…!”

Shutting the drawer, dark-haired Joan went with the knife out through
the livingroom and finally went into the bathroom. Turning her gaze to
the left, she glanced at the full length mirror and admired the image before
her. Looking at the female form dressed in a dark blue T-shirt, well fitting
blue jeans, and high heeled black leather boots going into the denim martial,
Joan arched her head back in pride and said to herself, “ You’re back…five
years of a lifeless existence…, but it’s all over now, you’re back.”

Raising up the knife, she held it to her head’s side and smiled, once
again speaking to herself, “ This thing’ll bring back the glory, the greatness,
the gothic mystique I knew so well…”

Content, she left the bathroom and returned to the kitchen, setting
the knife back down on the counter. Just standing there for a while, the
lady was suddenly brought back to awareness by the sound of the apartment’s
buzzer. “ Good…, he’s here.”, mentioned the lady to her own ears as she
glanced at her watch, seeing three twenty five.

Walking out into the livingroom, Joan went over to the intercom and
simply pressed the button. Afterward, a dirty smile crossed her face as
she slowly strolled over to the apartment’s entrance. Turning her head
slightly, she heard his little footsteps approach, moving down the hall.
In no time, she heard a knock on the wooden panel.

“ Oh, hi there…, Sammy…how are you today?”, ask Joan with mockery
in her tone.

“ I’m ok.”, replied the little five year old child as he entered the
apartment.

“ Did you have fun on the bus today?”

Looking up into his mother’s dark eyes, the wide eyed innocent little
kid answered, “ Yea, mommy, I played catch with a tennis ball with one
of the other kids.”

“ How nice…, wanna play another game now, right here with mommy?”

Eager for some more fun, especially with his own mother, the niave youngster
removed his small backpack and went over to the sofa, placing the thing
down. Since it was spring time, and an exceptionally nice day at that,
Sam didn’t have a coat on, causing his mother to remark, “ I really like
that shirt…that’s why I bought it for you…it fits really good…, right?”

“ Yea, mommy.”

“ Ok, Sammy, now here’s the game we’re gonna play…I’m gonna go out
in the kitchen and come back with an empty pail…and when I return, I’m
gonna show you exactly how to play…, ok?”

“ Ok.”, said the child with an eager smile on his face.

Excited herself, Joan raced into the adjoining room and returned a few
seconds later with a tan colored plastic bucket. Back in the livingroom,
Joan placed the thing right in the center of the carpet and then made five
short steps back. Smiling, she motioned her son to come over. “ Ok…,
Sammy…, see that pail over there?”

“ Yes, mommy.”

“ Well, we’re gonna see who can pee the furthest and most accurate,
you or me?”

A little confused, the kid nevertheless slowly nodded his head and stared
away at his mother.

“ That’s right, Sammy…, however, to make sure we can pee the easiest
way, both of us must take off all our clothes, ok?”

Standing there with his eyes blinking rapidly, the kid simply said,
“ I never heard of this game before…do all mommies play this game?”

“ Sure they do.”, giggled Joan in response.

With hesitation, Sam began to undress as his sexy mother did the same.
One piece at time, mother and little Sammy undressed and took it off until
all their clothes were tossed over upon the sofa. Finally, Joan stood naked
except for the knee high leather boots, shining forth with a gloss that
not only reflected the room’s light, but the slimy and perverted interior
workings of her wicked heart.

Looking down at her nude child, Joan said, “ Whoever gets his or her
piss in the pail first while standing at this distance wins…if you win,
you’ll get all the cookies, cake, and ice cream you want, if I win, well…let’s
just say I’ll get to cut a slice out for myself.”

Totally perplexed, the little kid slowly measured off his mother’s awesome
body as he walked over and stood right next to her, having his eyes reach
up only an inch or two above her waist.

“ You look so big, mommy, when I stand next to you.”

“ Ofcourse I do, my cute little pet.”, replied Joan right before she
said, “ Ok…, you ready?”

Instead of reaching for his tiny hairless little prick, the confused
kid ask, “ But mommy…, you’re a lady, how are you gonna do this?”

“ Oh, don’t worry, Sammy, I’ve got a trick up my sleeve, or shall I
say…up my snatch.”

“ What’s a snatch, mommy?”

“ This…, this is a snatch.”, answered the sick mother, reaching down
toward her cunt with her right hand, spreading apart her pussy.

“ Ok…, you ready?”

“ Yea.”, replied Sam, taking hold of his dick now.

“ All right, one two, three…, pee!”

A second later, a thin arch started to form from Sam’s little cock,
slowly getting larger and larger. Looking over, the kid watched in amazement
as piss emerged from his mother’s opening and trickled straight down on
the carpet.

“ Fuck…, it ain’t working, damn, no, wait, yea…, yea, got it, now
it’s going…!”, exclaimed the woman as she managed to finally stretch
up her urinary duck, causing her piss to spray forward in a straight line.

“ Yea, yea, look at me!”, yelled Joan as she glanced to the side, seeing
the size of her piss arch overtake her son’s, quickly moving toward the
pail.

“ Mommy, you’re gonna beat me!”, said Sammy as he watched in awe as
her yellow bow got bigger and bigger, finally striking the pail.

“ Ha, look at that…, I win, I win, Sammy, ha, ha, a woman beat you…a
woman beat you!”

Finished, both piss lines retracted when Joan quickly turned toward
her son and physically grabbed him by both shoulders, squatting herself
in the process.

“ Now I‘ve got you…you little shit!”, yelled the naked brunette as
she violently shook her naked little five year old son. Frightened, Sammy
tried to back off but was nevertheless locked in her embrace. Looking downward,
the kid saw and felt her right hand go to his crotch and grab his dick.

“ Ever wonder how if feels to be with a girl…you little piece of garbage?”

“ Why are you yelling at me like that…why are you doing this mommy?”

“ Why…? I’ll tell you why…, because you’re a mistake, that’s why,
I never should’ve had you, I should’ve aborted your ass the moment I knew
you were up my cunt.”

Again confused by her words, the little boy didn’t know what to do as
she forced him to the floor and pushed his face into her left boot.

“ Kiss it you little son of a dominatrix!”

“ Mommy, please, please, what is this?”

Standing up straight now, Joan pulled her boot away and then forcefully
kicked the boy in his face with her right piece of stiletto glory.

“ Please mommy, don’t!”, screamed Sam while he rolled back a couple
of feet, blood now dripping from his lips.

“ I’ll give you “please”…, you came from my body…you’re mine, I’ll
do with you as I want…, hail choice!”

Walking up to him, she again kicked him, this time in the stomach.

“ So how’d that feel…now you know how I felt when I had to give birth
to your fucken useless ass!”, yelled the lady with fury, kicking at the
kid over and over. “ I wish I never had you…I wish I would’ve ripped
you from my insides when I was pregnant with your fucken stupid pile of
fetal shit!”

“ No, no, please…, mommy!”, whimpered the kid, holding his hands before
his face.

“ That’s right, I should’ve ripped your ass from my cunt and step on
it like it was a worm, crush it to death!”, screamed Joan with clenched
teeth.

Over and over, the lady kicked away until she had enough. Through with
the thrashing, she went over to the piss pail and took it up. Upon her
return, Joan simply stood before Sammy and poured the bucket’s contents
on top of him, allowing the yellow urine to sink into his open wounds,
burning the poor little creature, adding more suffering to that which was
already the utmost.

“ Ha, look at you, just look at you…but it all fits and makes sense,
you came from almost the same spot I piss from…so where’s the harm…?”

Squatting, Joan placed the pail right before the kid and turned around,
hanging her curvaceous and attractive female rear right above the plastic
object. Suddenly, little Sammy was watching his own mother take a shit
right before his eyes, terrifying the child. Done, she pushed the thing
aside and went down on all fours, shoving her glorious ass right into his
bloody face, saying, “ Well…, you know what to do…, lick my ass clean,
go ahead, do it now!”

Repulsed by the sight and smell of small pieces of shit hanging from
her back door, Sammy backed off, begging, “ No, please…, mommy, don’t…!”

Infuriated, Joan quickly got up and bent herself down before the pail
full of crap, reaching in with her bare hands and taking up a piece of
her own waste, shoving the brown stuff directly into his face immediately
afterward. “ There…, you little punk, what do you think of that, now
everyone’ll really know you’re the biggest shit face on earth, ha, ha…!”

Terrified like never before, Sammy got up and ran, trying to reach the
apartment’s main door. However, his mother responded swiftly, reaching
out and taking hold of his ankles, causing him to fall to his face.

With his nose to the carpet, Joan rubbed her hand into his hairs, using
his scalp to clean her fingers.

Afterward, the diabolical and perverted lady got up and again started
kicking him in the side of the head and abdomen. Eight times, she did it,
knocking the wind and senses outta the little thing. As he laid there,
his mind became numb, going in and out of consciousness, not only from
the physical beating, but to escape the brutal truth and reality before
him.

With a floating sensation going through his veins, Sammy was there and
not there at the same time. Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and entered
the kitchen. There, she washed her hands and next took up the knife.

Upon her return, Joan saw him still lying there face down. Standing
at his side, she pushed at his frame with her right boot, rolling him to
his back. Squatting again, she reached to his tiny nut sack with her free
hand and stretched out his scrotum. Using the sharp blade, she quickly
removed his balls, separating his testicles from his body.

The bloody stuff in her hands, Joan raised his balls to her mouth and
opened wide, stuffing her face next with his prepubescent gems.

“ Mmmm, not bad.”, mumbled the lady to herself while she chewed away
at the fleshy material, really enjoying the taste. “ Oh, yea…!”, said
Joan, while lowering her other bloody hand to her cunt. Right when she
swallowed the last remains of his balls and scrotum, the woman fingered
herself to an orgasm, giving herself the best experience ever.

When she was finished with her trip through the euphoric realm, Joan
removed her middle finger and looked over to the kid who was coming back
to full consciousness due to the pain. “ Ahhhh…!”, screamed the child
gently holding his crotch as his mother got up and stepped over him, slightly
spreading her feet apart, allowing her boots to be at both his right and
left sides.

“ So…, you little creep, how does it feel, ha, ha…!”

“ Oh, please…!”, whimpered the wretched thing in total pain.

Bending her knees, she once more lowered herself and this time lowered
the knife to his throat, placing it next to his main artery. “ There, now
die, you fuck!”, exclaimed the victim’s mother as she slit his throat,
watching the blood squirt right up just like her piss a few minutes back.

Her eyes on his chest now, Joan thrust the knife inward and began cutting
away, eventually removing his heart. Dropping the knife to the floor, the
evil cunt raised the mass of bloody organic tissue up to her breasts and
slowly massaged her tits with her child’s heart, feeling its warm and smooth
sensation as it gently glided over her nipples, causing them to erect.
“ Oh, yea…!”, mumbled the dominatrix to herself, really getting off on
the whole thing. As before, she reached down to her cunt and fingered herself
with her free hand, again attaining an orgasm.

Done with the psycho-sexual escapade, the wicked brunette got up and
dragged the kid’s body into the kitchen taking his heart with her. There,
she washed her shit from his face and slowly inserted the bloody and shiny
blade into his neck, cutting away at his frame, finally removing his head.

Smiling, Joan took up the decapitated mass of flesh and placed it into
a pot afterward. Going over to the sink, she filled the remaining space
with water and took the heavy thing over to the stove where she set it
on a burner and turned on the gas. A second later, she turned around and
finished up with her son’s body, cutting the whole thing up, arms, legs,
everything. Having clear plastic film at her disposal, Joan wrapped up
the separate body parts including the heart, and finally stuck it all into
the freezer, laughing the whole time through.

All done, sexy naked and sick Joan cleaned up the place, scrubbing away
until both herself and the apartment looked as good as new.

The knife all clean as well, Joan placed it down upon the kitchen counter
and turned toward the pot now cooking on the stove. Looking at it, she
realized it was cooked through and through, causing her to turn off the
gas and get a large plate. Taking his head, she put it on the piece of
china and set it in the middle of the kitchen table. With that, Joan set
the rest of the table, taking out two plates, one for herself, and the
other for her husband when he gets home from work.

With everything set, the naked sexy feline strolled out to the livingroom,
placed her ass on the couch, and simply sat there, waiting for her husband
to arrive.

Twenty minutes later, she heard the sound of a key turn in the door
lock. Slowly, it opened. Into the apartment stepped a middle aged man holding
a lunch bucket. Suddenly, the man froze and stared away as he let the door
close behind him.

“ What the…?”

“ What, Tom, haven’t you ever seen me naked before?”

“ Yea, but…?”

“ Butt…?”, ask Joan with a smile, “ Here…, here’s some butt.”, said
the lady as she slowly got up and turned around, allowing herself to go
down on all fours. turning her head back, evil Joan remarked, “ So here
it is…, you’re always nagging me about an ass fuck…well, now you can
do it to me.”

Immediately, the man’s initial confusion gave way to lust, causing him
to drop his lunch pail and quickly remove all his clothes. Wasting no time,
Tom knelt behind his wife’s amazing posterior and pushed his dick right
up into her back door.

“ Oh…, oh, yea…, you’re so great…, do me, Tom, really do me…!”

“ I’ve always wanted to do this! What caused you to agree to it now?”,
ask the guy, pumping away at her rear.

“ Oh…, let’s just say that everyone’s entitled to just one last request…,
and I knew this is what you’d really like.”

Too involved now with her behind to understand the implications of her
words, Tom went in and out of her asshole, working up an orgasm. Suddenly,
she felt him cum, filling her up. “ Oh, Tom…, yea!”

After he withdrew, the man heard from his wife as she stood up, “ Ok…,
Tommy boy, wash off your dick and come into the kitchen…I’ve got dinner
waiting for you.”

“ Yea…, I can smell it…, smells good, what is it?”

“ You’ll see.”

Finished in the bathroom, Tom emerged from the small chamber and walked
through the livingroom and into the kitchen.

“ Oh no…!”, cried the man as he held his hand to his mouth. Running
to the sink, Tom threw up and then turned around toward his wife who simply
stood next to the table with the knife in hand.

“ What did you do…, are you sick or something?”, was all the terrified
man could say.

“ Yea…, I’m sick all right…, sick of you and this little piece of
shit that’s gonna feed me for a week.”

“ Joan…?”, uttered the guy as she spoke on, “ For nine months the
little bastard fed off of my body, now it’s only fair that I feed off of
his…, don’t you think?”

His mouth open in disbelief and his eyes wider than ever before, the
shocked man stood there as she approached, saying, “ You can join the little
fuck in hell, that’s where we’re all going anyway!”

Before he knew what to do, she pushed the blade into his chest and quickly
pulled it out, again stabbing him, doing it over and over for seven or
eight times. “ Die you mother fucker, die…I don’t need you anymore, die…go
to hell!”

“ Joan, Joan…?”, said the man quietly with his last breath as he slowly
sank to the floor, allowing his hands to slide down her naked frame.

Right when he expired, the lady burst forth, “ Free at last, free at
last…!”

Dropping the knife to the linoleum, Joan spun around three times upon
her right heel, enjoying the sense of liberation.

The End

Copyright 2001

by Frank K. Kovac(FK Publications)

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