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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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Special Treatment

“ I think you’re ready today…I’m gonna discharge you in an hour or
so.”

“ But my back still hurts, my legs hurt…I can’t walk!”

“ Look.”, said the female doctor with assertion in her voice, “ All
my tests indicate that there’s nothing wrong with you, in other words…it’s
all in your head, get it!”

With surprise on his face, the elderly sixty eight year old man responded,
“ I’m telling the truth, I’m not ready yet.”

After pulling the curtains all the way open, Dr. Isabel Sanders peered
to the side, seeing that the other bed was vacant. Returning her attention
to the old guy, she said, “ Mr. Hill, perhaps I didn’t make myself clear…there’s
nothing wrong with you!”

“ Yes there is.”

Her patience stretched, the busy lady replied, “ Ok Jimmy…I’ll prove
it to you, I’ll show you that you can walk.”

“ How?”, ask Jim Hill.

“ I’m simply gonna make you get up and walk across this hospital room,
that’s all.”

“ But I can’t!”

“ Don’t worry, if you refuse to get up, then I’ll just give you a little
help…if you know what I mean.”

For a second, the man stared into her dark eyes as the physician pushed
her black shoulder length mane to one side. Measuring her off, his eyes
went from her face all the way down to her highheeled black leather boots,
presenting themselves directly below the bottom of her white lab coat.

“ Why are you in boots like that?”, inquired the old individual.

“ Because it’s only March and it’s raining outside today, why else?”,
responded Isabel with frustration in her words.

Again he insisted, “ I still won’t be able to walk.”

Pressing her lips together, Isabel nodded her head sarcastically and
slowly went over to the door, quietly closing it, making the chamber silent
as all the noises from the hall disappeared.

When the entrance was shut, the lady quickly darted back to the guy
and yelled, “ Listen you old fuck…I, together with all the nurses on
this dam floor are sick of you…, complain, complain, complain…that’s
all you’re good for; now, like I said before…it’s all in your head, you
can walk, every test indicates you’re fine; now get off your dam ass and
get up or I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!”

In his older sounding voice, Jim said, “ You can’t talk to me that way…I’m
old enough to be your grandfather.”

Folding her arms, the twenty nine year old doctor responded, “ I don’t
give a shit if you’re older than Grant’s Tomb, you’re nothing but trouble,
having you here another day is a Medicare rip off…not to mention the
simple fact that you’re a pain in everyone’s ass.”

“ Please…,please, can I stay longer!”

Reaching into her coat, Isabel produced a pack of Winstons, removed
a stick, and fired up, using a lighter from the same coat.

“ You mean you’re a doctor and you smoke?”, ask the man with wide open
eyes.

“ I ain’t into all that politically correct shit about smoking being
bad…smokers actually do the taxpayer a favor, most of them die before
they can collect a huge amount of social security, not like you…just
laying around as a useless piece of shit and giving everyone else a headache.”

“ I demand to speak with your supervisor!”

“ Yea…well I’m my own supervisor, I’m one of the administrators here
also.”, replied Isabel with conceit.

After she exhaled a large cloud of smoke, the woman, looking as if she
were a cross between Sandra Bullock and Linda Florentino, yelled down at
her patient, “ Get the fuck up…now!”

“ I can’t, I can’t…!”

With the cigarette back between her lips, Isabel grabbed his right arm
and pulled, giving him a nice hard yank. Since the safety bars were lowered,
the old gray-haired person rolled over once and fell to the floor, just
lying there and looking up to her with fear in his eyes.

“ Now get up…let’s go!”

“ Please, I can’t…”, whimpered the guy as he realized this woman was
dead serious in getting his old ass to move.

“ I said get up!”, screamed Isabel as she kicked him in the ribs.

“ What are you doing, I can’t believe a doctor would do something like
that!”

“ Yea…well you haven’t seen anything yet.”, said the lady as she inhaled
again, squatted before him, and then exhaled into his face, blowing smoke
all over the man.

Despite his complaining nature, fear took hold, causing him to make
an attempt at raising himself. With effort, he tried to get up, using his
hands to push his torso away from the floor.

“ Good, good…”, said Isabel as she stood up, took another puff, and
placed her hand on her hip.

However, his efforts proved futile when he fell back down, landing upon
his chest. “ I can’t, it’s too hard, I just can’t…!”

As an evil grin crossed her face, Isabel ask, “ How long has it been
since you last got hard?”

“ What are you talking about?”, inquired the old guy with confusion
in his voice.

“ Tell you what…”, said Isabel as she again squatted before him, pulling
away at his attire, removing the hospital gown, saying, “ I’ll give you
some incentive to get up.”

With the old man naked now, Isabel raised her frame and took six steps
back, placing the cigarette between her lips. Right before Jim’s awe struck
eyes, she slowly removed the coat, revealing her black skirt and suit.

“ What are you doing?”, ask the man.

“ You’ll see.”, replied the doctor as she continued to remove her attire,
finally standing there only in her black bra, panties, and the noble knee
high footwear.

While the black leather boots reflected the room’s light, Isabel took
another drag from the Winston and said, “ If you can get up and come over
here, I’ll let you suck my right one.”

Even in his age, her beautiful physique turned him on, producing a partial
erection.

“ Like I said, there’s really not much wrong with you, I mean…if you
can still get a hard on, then where’s the problem?”, mocked Isabel as he
slowly struggled to his feet.

Finally, by using the bed’s edge to stabalize himself, Jim stood up,
feeling his knees shake as his body’s weight pressed downward.

“ Now walk to me.”, said the lady as she removed her bra, tossing it
to the floor.

While the brunette took hold of her right tit and raised it upward slightly,
Jim began his journey, holding onto the mattress with every step.

Nevertheless, when his frame moved out of the bed’s reach, the guy lost
his balance and fell to his knees, coming to rest on his side, helplessly
lying there.

“ What an asshole.”, moaned Isabel to herself as she slowly strolled
up to him, kicking the old man in the face afterward.

“ No…, don’t…!”, whimpered the senior citizen as the dominant female
raised her sole, placing the spectacular stiletto work of art upon his
head, pressing him between her boot and the floor’s tile.

“ I should crush you like a bug.”, said Isabel rather coldly.

“ You don’t have the right to do this…it’s not fair!”

“ I’ll decide what’s fair, I’m the doctor…the doctor’s always right.”

“ Please, let me go…!”, begged Jim as she held him down, locking his
head in place.

“ Consider this treatment…I may even send you an extra bill in the
mail just for today.”

Her insensitivity struck a cord inside of him. Eventhough he was afraid
of his female tormentor, he nevertheless worked up a moment of courage,
responding, “ Fuck you bitch!”

“ What did you say?”

“ You heard.”

“ Yea…well how would you like to have this stiletto spike pushed into
your eye?”

As all the fear returned, the guy simply laid there while Isabel removed
her boot from his head, rolled him over using the same leather masterpiece,
and slowly lowered the heel downward into his face. When the pointed end
was an inch above his left eye ball, Isabel said, “ Now apologize…say
you’re sorry.”

For a moment, the guy was torn between fear and outrage. However, fear
won out, causing him to say, “ I’m sorry.”

“ Good…now get up and try walking again.”, replied the doctor as she
stepped away.

Using all his strength, Jim just couldn’t do it, falling back down on
every attempt.

“ What a pathetic piece of shit.”, said the brunette while stepping
out of her panties and squatting down before him afterward. “ What good
are you?”, ask the female rhetorically as she rotated her frame, placing
her beautiful rear right above his face. “ I’ll tell you what you’re good
for…you’re good for kissing my ass…that’s what, now do as you’re told
and kiss!”

“ C’mon…”, whimpered the poor old guy.

“ I said kiss…worship my butt!”

He didn’t respond, causing her to stand up, turn around, and kick him
in the side of the head. Angered by his lack of obedience, she kicked again
and again, doing so five times.

“ Please…that hurts, please…”, moaned Jim while holding his hands
before his face.

“ Well…?”, ask Isabel, “ Are you gonna kiss or not?”

Having no choice, the man complied, saying, “ Ok, ok, just please don’t
hurt me anymore.”

Again, Isabel squatted and lowered her rear above him, presenting the
full glory of her spectacular female butt before his eyes. For the next
five minutes, Mr. Hill kissed away, going over every spot until the woman
was satisfied.

When he was done with the humble task, Dr. Sanders stood up and went
over to the white coat, removing another cigarette, and lighting it up.
Going back to him, she stood over the guy with both feet to a side, placed
one hand on her hip, took a long drag, and ask, “ Well…what’s it gonna
be…you gonna walk or not?”

“ I can’t, I can’t…!”

“ I see…”, replied Isabel as she squatted, placing her ass above his
knees.

While holding the cigarette between her finger tips, she turned it around
and slowly brought the lighted end to her lips, stopping about two inches
before her mouth. Blowing on the yellow glow, she ask haphazardly, “ So…you’re
really sure you can’t walk?”

“ I can’t, please, what are you doing?”

“ Oh…nothing, just gonna test your reflexes, that’s all, as a doctor,
it’s part of my job.”

A moment later, the cigarette went down to his dick, hovering just an
inch above the tip of his penis.

“ No, don’t…!”, screamed the old person as he struggled to move back,
producing no results.

In less than a fraction of a second, Isabel pressed the hot end to his
cock, watching as he arched up for a moment and yelled, “ That hurts, ahhh…!”

“ Like I said…there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re reflexes are
fine, then why the fuck can’t you get up and walk!”, screamed the lady
while bringing her fist down to the floor.

“ I don’t know…I just can’t.”, replied Jim fearing her even more.

“ You want the cigarette on your dick a second time?”

“ No, no, please don’t!”

“ Then get up and walk.”

“ Ok…I’ll try again.”

Standing herself strait, Isabel stepped back and moved the Winston to
her mouth, sucking on the filtered end. After she exhaled, the woman looked
on as Jim again tried to stand up, rolling himself over and pushing himself
upward with his arms. To his own surprise, the guy finally got to his feet,
standing upright all by himself with no support.

Nodding her head, the doctor remarked, “ Not bad, now let’s see you
move.”

By placing one foot before the other, Mr. Hill went forward three feet
until he could no longer keep himself up, falling down to his hands and
knees like an animal.

“ Look at you, you’re one piece of work, aren’t you!”, said Isabel as
she shook her head in disapproval.

With the cigarette in her hand, the lady walked up behind him and kicked
the guy in the ass with her boot, saying, “ What a dog…what a useless
pile of shit!”

“ Please stop…!”, begged Jim.

Shaking her head again, Isabel turned around and went over to the bed,
removed the blood pressure tube from the wall, and returned to her “patient”.
While gripping firmly at the long black rope like object, she brought it
down across his back, striking him over and over until his skin turned
red.

“ Ma’am, please…why are you doing this…I’m old, please…!”

“ You’re an old piece of crap, that’s what you are!”

“ Please…that hurts!”

“ I say you’re faking everything, you can walk, you just wanna lay around
here all day and have everything done for you!” As she continued to whip
him, she yelled further, “ You’re gonna walk outta here today!”

After giving him over twenty strikes across the back, the woman stopped,
raised her right boot to his side, and pushed him, causing the man to fall
over. With another push, Isabel rolled him to his back and then knelt at
his side. Taking one end of the flexible rubber hose, she tied it around
his dick, stood up, and made a step back, pulling out the slack.

“ No, don’t!”

“ Then walk!”, exclaimed the dark-haired witch while pulling harder
upon the tube, increasing the tension.

Making a step forward, Isabel began to strain his cock, stretching it
to the limit. Sitting himself upright, Jim reached down and untied the
thing, freeing himself. Furious, Isabel returned to her victim, kicking
him all over, paying special heed to his balls.

“ I didn’t say you could untie that…you fuck!”

Marching over to the bed again, Isabel ripped out an electrical cord,
returned to the guy, and tied his hands behind his back.

“ There, that’ll take care of things.”, said the female as she moved
over and retied the tube to his prick.

Herself upright, Isabel again pulled away, increasing her distance from
Jim. As the tension grew, so did his screams, “ Ahhhh…!”

“ Good…suffer you bastard, now get up!”

“ I can’t, I can’t…!”

“ If you don’t get to your feet and follow me around, I swear I’ll pull
your fucken dick right off!”

Since his hands were tied behind his back, the first thing he did to
alleviate the tension was to slide after her upon his ass. However, she
didn’t waver, moving faster and faster while she strolled around the room.

As the pain intensified, Jim finally managed to get to his feet, following
her around like a chained animal.

“ There…, what did I tell you, you can walk, look at yourself, you’re
running after me like a pro!”

In fact, the old guy did indeed stay on his feet the whole time, moving
around the chamber for over ten minutes. Finally, Isabel stopped, walked
up to him, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and spit right into his
face, saying, “ There…that’s for lying to me!”

“ I wasn’t lying.”, replied the man in a shaky voice.

“ You’re full of shit.”

“ Honestly, I just couldn’t walk.”

With a look of contempt, Isabel smacked him across the face, yelling,
“ You know how much time I wasted on you…not to mention the nurses!”

Again, she smacked him, causing the the person to fall down to his back
while she jumped on top of him, setting herself on his chest, striking
away at the guy.

Eventually, Isabel caught herself and stared into his eyes for a minute
before saying, “ You owe me more than just money!”

“ What do you mean?”

Smiling now, the wicked lady said, “ Well…you can start here.”

Pointing at her cunt, Isabel raised herself an inch, sliding her crotch
upward, finally bringing it down over his mouth. “ There…now lick, service
me, let’s go!”

For a second, the old man hesitated, causing her to scream, “ If your
tongue isn’t up my slit before I count to three, I’m gonna beat you until
you really can’t walk for the rest of your life!”

Obediently, his tongue went into her pussy, going in deeper and deeper
until she moaned, “ Oh…yes…yea, that’s it…keep going!”

During the next fifteen minutes, he licked away at her dark harry box,
consuming her cunt juices as she moved closer and closer to the moment
of truth. Then, she exploded, having one of the greatest orgasms in her
life. While caressing her own tits, she let out a very loud “ Ohhhhhh…!”
until finally descending back to reality.

On her feet again, Isabel stood over him, placed her left hand on her
hip, and began lecturing the man as if speaking to a kindergarten child,
“ I don’t wanna ever see your face here again. If you ever make another
step back into my hospital, you’re never gonna leave…I’ll personally
amputate both of your arms and both of your legs…is that clear?”

While still on his back, he replied, “ Yes ok.”

Turning around, the lady went back to her clothes and put the stuff
on, finally slipping the lab coat over her elegant suit. Removing a syringe
from the coat’s pocket, Isabel returned to the guy and squatted before
his naked frame.

“ What’s that?”, ask the man with concern.

“ Just a little stimulant, that’s all…I wanna make sure you’ve got
enough energy to get the hell outta here.”

After she injected the stuff, Isabel untied his hands, fired up a cigarette,
and said, “ Well…what are you waiting for…get up and get dressed, your
street clothes are in the closet…let’s go!”

Slowly, but consistently, the man got to his feet, ventured over to
the closet, and removed his clothes.

When he was all dressed, Isabel went up to him, blew smoke in his face,
and pointed toward the entrance, saying, “ Get lost!”

Quietly, he pulled the door open and left.

The End

Copyright 2000

by Frank K. Kovac(FK Publications)

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An Evening of Terror!

Seated in her livingroom, Joan stared away at the ceiling, watching
her cigarette smoke slowly work its way around the old chandelier. Thinking,
she let her mind dwell away on whatever came up, hoping that an idea would
hit her, something which would make her boring existence a little more
interesting.

Alone for the last decade, the twenty nine year old long haired brunette
worked as her own dominatrix, earning money from her sessions, making a
living to a limited extent, always having enough for the rent and utilities.

Her eyes moving away from the crystal, Joan slowly raised her denim
covered ass from the sofa and leaned forward, killing her cigarette in
the ashtray upon the table. Gently, she pulled down a little at the base
of her black T-shirt and finally stood straight.

With a steady and relaxed stride, the sexy creature went over to the
livingroom mirror and stared at her physique. Looking at herself, the young
lady remarked, “ Nice…, that’s why I earn my bread the way I do.” After
giving herself a light smile, Joan turned away and walked into the bathroom.
There, the good looking female unbuckled her belt, pulled down her jeans
and panties, and finally sat her butt down, taking a piss afterward.

Finished, the dark-haired lady got up, raised her attire, washed her
hands, and returned to the livingroom, listening to the sound of her stiletto
boots as the black leather objects struck the wooden floor, generating
a lonely echo as the vibrations bounced from the walls of her half furnished
suite.

Bending down, Joan reached for her cigarette pack on the cocktail table,
fired up with some matches next to the ashtray, and again parked her rear
in the sofa.

After blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, Joan reached over and took
up the TV’s remote. The button pressed, the picture tube lit up and displayed
some image.

Flicking through the channels rapidly, Joan became frustrated as she
lightly exclaimed to herself with a sigh, “ Nothing but shit tonight…,
nothing but crap!”

Frustrated, she turned off the television, got up, and ventured over
to the stereo. Standing before the thing, Joan squatted and removed a CD
from the rack, taking up Mozart’s Requiem Mass. When the disc was in place
and the machine turned on, the female went over to a bookcase, removed
a novel, and finally came back to the couch, sitting herself down, book
in hand.

As the masterpiece began, Joan glued her eyes to the pages and read
the time away, loosing herself in mystery and intrigue. Two minutes later,
she raised her feet upon the table, allowing herself to take full note
of her exquisite and beautiful boots as the leather’s full form went over
her pants and up to her thighs, giving her an appearance to match the gothic
novel in her hands.

For the next hour, her eyes went back and forth, taking in the words
when suddenly the phone rang.

“ Damn…, why now?”, ask the woman to herself, getting up nevertheless,
tossing the book upon the cushion afterward.

In the kitchen now, Joan raised the receiver to her ear and said, “
Hello.”

“ Hi…, I saw your add in this paper…, is it ok if we have a session
tonight?”

Looking at the kitchen clock, Joan thought for a moment, but eventually
responded with, “ Yea…, why not, can you be here at nine?”

“ Yea ok…, I’ll come to the address in the paper.”

“ All right…, and by the way.”

“ Yes?”

“ What’s your name?”

“ I’m Paul.”

“ Ok, Paul…, be there at nine.”

“ I will.”, replied the guy enthusiastically.

“ Good…, see you then.”

Upon hanging up the phone, the lady turned around and went back to the
livingroom, taking a seat again, continuing on with the piece of literature.

When the first part of the Requiem was through, Joan glanced up at the
livingroom clock, seeing a quarter till nine. Nodding her head, she simply
read on until the hour.

At exactly five past nine, her apartment buzzer rang. Getting up, the
sexy lady walked over to the intercom and ask, “ Who is it?”

“ It’s me…, Paul.”, answered a voice from the speaker.

“ Ok.”

After depressing the button, Joan went over to the livingroom’s main
door and waited. A minute later, she heard a knock. Hesitating for three
seconds, the woman finally opened the entrance and peered into the face
of some middle aged guy.

“ Hello…, come on in.”

“ Thanks.”, replied the man as he stepped inside.

Measuring the individual off, Joan pictured him as some kind of office
worker. Sure enough, he said, “ I had a rough day at the bank…, I really
need you.”

“ You’ve come to the right place.”

“ Good…, let’s get started.”

Excited by her sexy physique, the sexual masochist began to undress,
quickly removing everything until he was bare ass naked.

Removing her attire as well, Joan slipped off her T-shirt, revealing
her back leather bra. After she pulled her jeans off and over the boots,
she displayed a pair of black leather panties.

“ You look impressive in that outfit.”

“ That’s right…, it’s what makes the men kneel.”

Smiling, Paul said, “ Oh mistress…, please punish me, give it to me…,
let me have what I deserve!”

“ No problem…, little boy.”, answered the dominatrix, opening a drawer
built into the livingroom’s table.

The thing in hand, she stepped forward and struck him across the back.

“ Oh…, it hurts so good!”

“ It’s gonna hurt more than just good!”, yelled the lady while giving
him another strike of the flexible object.

In pain, the man was nevertheless able to remark, “ That’s Mozart playing…,
isn’t it?”

“ Yea…, it’s the death mass.”

“ How appropriate for the setting.”

“ I know…, it’s one of my favorite pieces.”

As the composition continued to play, Joan struck the guy three more
times before she ordered, “ Kiss the leather!”, while pointing down to
her boots.

Like an animal he went forth on all fours, slowly placing his mouth
to the footwear’s base. He spent the next fifteen minutes worshipping her
boots when she happened to ask out of the blue, “ Where’s the money?”

“ Money?”

“ Yea, money.”

“ You didn’t say anything about money to me on the phone.”

“ Oh c’mon…, stop pretending you were born yesterday, let me see the
bread.”

“ I don’t have any.”, replied the man, looking up now into her dark
and cold eyes.

Making a step back, the lady responded with, “ In that case, you can
shove the rest of this session up your ass.”

“ Can’t we just finish it…, I’ll pay you tomorrow.”

“ No way…, you either give me money now, or you can get the hell outta
here!”

Angered by the female, Paul stood up and approached her frame, blowing
up his chest in the process. When he stood nose to nose with her, the guy
dictated, “ You’re gonna finish this or it’ll be your last session ever!”

For a few seconds, Joan stared into his eyes while the classical piece
softly ended. A moment later, she looked downward. However, with lightening
speed, the dominatrix kicked up her knee cap and gave him a good one right
in the balls.

“ You fucken whore!”, exclaimed Paul, holding his crotch.

When he got himself back together, the guy jumped forward, wishing to
throw himself upon her. Stepping aside, she watched him fly by and eventually
hit the floor.

“ Damn, you slut!”

“ I’m not a slut…, you’re just an asshole, asshole.”

“ Oh yea…, I’ll kill you, you bitch!”

“ Is that so, jerk…; in that case, I’ll take your threat seriously
and do you in first.”

With the whip, the professional mistress struck the man and caused the
long leather object to wrap itself around his ankles, temporarily immobolizing
him while she quickly darted to another drawer in the same room. Upon her
return, she took up the whip again and pulled it away, burning his feet
in the process.

Just lying on the floor, Paul looked up and ask with a shaky voice,
“ What are you doing?”

“ What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

“ You’re pointing a gun at me!”

“ No shit, shit head.”

“ Is that a silencer on the pistol?”

“ Yep…, you bet.”, replied Joan, keeping the barrel pointing directly
at him.

In fear now, he ask, “ Please…, what are you gonna do?”

“ Have a little fun…, that’s all.”

Before the man could say another word, Joan pulled the trigger, causing
a bullet to enter his left thigh.

“ Ahhh…, that hurts…, please!”, screamed Paul as he quickly sat
up and held the wound.

Using her other hand, Joan again raised the whip over her shoulder and
brought it back down, allowing it to go across his face.

As streaks of blood worked themselves slowly down his cheeks, Paul pathetically
tried to get up and head for the door.

“ Ha…, that’s a laugh!”, exclaimed the dominatirix as she watched
him struggle.

With no feelings whatsoever, Joan again pulled the trigger and shot
him in the back of the other leg directly above the knee.

Obviously, Paul fell to the floor, holding himself and trying to ease
the pain as much as possible.

“ Please…, ma’am, don’t, I didn’t mean it when I said I’ll kill you!”

“ I know…, but I now mean it when I say I’m gonna get rid of you!”

A third time, she took aim with the pistol and shot at the guy, this
time in his left arm right above the elbow.

“ So how does that feel…, creep!”

“ Please…, please!”

“ What a cry baby.”, mocked Joan, watching him bleed away.

“ Please call an ambulance, I’m gonna die…, I’m loosing a lot of blood!”

“ I’m sure you are…., that’s the whole idea!”

“ Help me…, you’ve gotta stop this!”

“ I’ve gotta do shit!”, yelled Joan, going up to the man and kicking
him in the balls.

With three bullets lodged in his frame, Paul wasn’t sure what hurt more,
her kick or the continuous burning and throbbing of the imbedded lead.

A second time, she let her stiletto boot go into his nuts. “ So…,
can you feel that?”

“ Please, don’t!”

Tossing the whip upon the sofa, Joan returned to her victim, placed
her left hand to her hip, and took aim with the gun, pointing the thing
right at his crotch.

“ No, no…!”

“ Oh yea…”, giggled the evil vixen, pulling the trigger and watching
his scrotum sack bounce up and down at the bullet’s impact, bringing forth
a puddle of blood afterward.

“ I’ll bet that felt good…, don’t you agree!”

Since he was in too much pain, he couldn’t give a coherent answer.

“ I said didn’t that feel good, asshole?”

Able to talk now, he moaned, “ Please…, please!”, while leaning himself
forward in a seated position, holding his stomach as his busted testicles
caused severe abdominal terror.

Less than a minute later, the nauseating sensation caused him to vomit,
throwing up directly on the floor before him.

“ You bastard, look what you did to my floor…, I don’t mind the sight
of blood, but this shit I don’t like!”

“ Help…, help.”, mumbled the weakened individual.

“ You can take “help” and fuck yourself with it…, lick all that shit
off the floor!”

“ Please…!”

“ I said lick that fucken shit off the floor!”

Not listening to her, Paul simply sat there and moaned away.

Raising her pistol, the wicked bitch took aim and fired, hitting poor
Paul in his hip, adding more misery to that which was already the utmost
in agony.

“ Are you gonna lick that stuff up or do I have to kill you?”

With a feeble voice, Paul responded with, “ Ok, ok!”

Reluctantly, Paul bent himself forward a little further and pushed his
face to the waxed surface covered in his vomit. With a twisted expression,
the guy stuck out his tongue and began his unpleasant task, consuming the
stuff he had eaten an hour back.

In imitation of monkeys at the zoo, Paul reconsumed his own regurgitation,
going at it for more than twenty minutes. The taste was horrible, almost
making him throw up a second time. Nevertheless, with the threat of death
looming above him, Paul finished up when she looked down and said, “ Not
bad, I mean…, you’re one good licker…, with a tongue like that, I’d
hate to see you die before it’s put to some further use.”

Smiling, Joan slowly lowered her leather panties, pulling ‘em all the
way off, eventually slipping ‘em over her boots.

The skimpy attire tossed on the sofa, Joan again pointed the gun at
him and ordered, “ Lay straight on your fucken back!”

“ Please call an ambulance…, please!”

“ Did you hear what I said, or do I have to put an end to you now?”

Having no choice, defeated Paul stretched out his aching frame and stared
at the ceiling.

“ Good…, now I can take a seat.”, said the dominatrix while lowering
her good looking ass right into his bloody face.

Looking toward his feet and having one boot to each side of his chest,
Joan gave the command, “ Lick my slit…, eat me out…, I wanna feel that
good action tongue of yours.”

From beneath her womanhood, she felt his lips move until he entered
her realm, pushing it in as far as he could. Stroking away, he managed
his best at stimulating her swollen clit.

“ Oh…, you’re so good, oh yea!”

He went at it for two minutes while the sick lady arched herself forward
and rubbed her fingers across the wound on his left leg. After watching
his leg flicker at the pain of her touch, Joan retracted her hand and brought
her index finger to her mouth, sucking away at the red stuff until it was
all gone. “ Not bad…”, said the lady, doing the same thing over again.

With the taste of blood on her lips, the mistress of darkness came,
spilling her orgasm all over his helpless face.

“ That was all right!”, moaned the woman as she got up and still stood
over him, keeping her boots to each side. The gun in her hand, Joan made
a step back, having her cunt now directly over his wounded manhood. Pointing
the pistol at his crotch, Joan shot him again in the same sensitive area,
listening with joy at his cry for mercy.

As more and more blood poured forth, wicked Joan relieved her bladder,
pissing straight down upon his dick!

“ No, no…, that burns like fire!”, pleaded Paul, feeling her urine
work its way into his open flesh.

“ Suffer, I hope it feels hotter than hell, for that’s where you’re
gonna end up in a few minutes anyway!”

“ No, no…, don’t!”, demanded the guy as he tried to get up, pushing
at her boots.

“ You fuck, how dare you touch me in that manner.”, screamed the mistress,
allowing the last drop of piss to hit his frame.

Stepping over him, she next stood at his side and raised her stiletto
spike, placing it directly above his exposed scrotum.

“ Please, ma’am, please…!”

“ I’ll give you please…, take this.”

Down it went, inserting itself into his mutilated balls. Like a knife,
her boot’s heels pierced his left testicle and went all the way through
the small rounded thing.

“ Looks as if I’ve got myself an olive or something stuck to my heel.”,
mocked the female while she removed her boot from his body and stared down
at his wretchedness.

Shaking her head, Joan squatted and plucked his nut from the spike,
tossing the thing to the side afterward.

“ No use to anyone now…, ha, ha…!”, laughed Joan, strolling across
the livingroom a moment later.

Before the table, she reached down for her cigarettes and took up the
pack, removing a white stick afterward. When she finally fired up, the
dominatrix returned to her victim and squatted before him, removing the
cigarette from her mouth. Watching a huge cloud of smoke fill the immediate
area, Joan next pushed the cigarette’s lighted end into what was left of
his nuts.

“ Ahhh…, oh…, don’t.”, mumbled the now semiconscious man.

“ So you’re still alive…, good, that’ll insure you’ll feel this!”

Again, she inserted the lit cigarette, this time into his left leg’s
open wound, enjoying the sound of his painful cry.

As she let him have it, the lady ask, “ You know why I work as a dominatrix?”

Due to the severe agony, he didn’t respond, causing her to scream, “
You know why I’m a dominatrix?”, while pushing harder upon the burning
cigarette.

Responding to the horrible sensation, he humbly answered with, “ No.”

“ Because I love to inflict terror and pain…, life’s all about pain…to
torture is to live!”

Going on, she added with undisguised pride, “ Torture’s an art, it’s
the stuff all societies are based on, the threat of pain keeps the world
in line…, oh yes it does!”

“ Please…, please!”

“ That’s right…, please, please…, I’m so pleased to see you die!”

“ Ma’am…, get me to the hospital!”

“ It’s too late for that…, you’re headed for the morgue.”

Herself standing now, Joan aimed the pistol at his head and yelled,
“ See you in hell, motherfucker!”

“ No, no…!”

“ Yes, yes…!”, was all she said as the bullet left the chamber and
entered his skull.

The End

Copyright 2001

by Frank K. Kovac.

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