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FEMDOM HANDS

She grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the wall. She was much stronger than me, Sylvia was. I learned that the hard way, because I had been in this predicament many times before. I tried to stay away from Her as much as possible, but She was like a lioness, Sylvia was, always on the hunt for prey.
Open your mouth, She hissed.
I obeyed and She pushed two fingers into my mouth.
Move your teeth out of the way, or I’ll knock them out!
I panicked, I did, because where does one hide one’s teeth in an emergency situation like this? Still, sucking on Her fingers turned out to be an unexpected delight. And when She took them out of my mouth, I moaned a loud “n-o-o-o-o-o”.
Shut up and open your mouth, She barked.
She was never in a good mood, to be honest. Always agitated and always ready to pummel someone into submission. This time She stuffed Her whole hand into my mouth. I had to stop myself from gagging and I was drooling like a Saint Bernard in heat. She was quite unfamiliar with the word “mercy”, Sylvia was, so She took Her time. But finally, after God knows how long, She pulled Her hand out of my mouth and wiped it on my shirt.
Now thank Me!
Thank You, Sylvia, thank You so much, thank You!
She looked at me with Her cold, beautiful, predator eyes.
We’ll meet again, loser, be sure of that.
She’s such a lovely, wicked Angel, Sylvia is.

THE LEASH

The collar was there, all it needed was a leash. Because a collar without a leash is like a clamp without a nipple, a strap-on without an anus, a boot without a heel, a kick without a groin, a prison without a cell. It took a while though, but then, one glorious day, She clicked the leash onto his collar. Suddenly She was bathed in light and shone more brilliantly than the sun. She slapped him in the face and destroyed the beautiful apparition in the process. The Bitch. Still, it was an unforgetabble moment, because to him a leash was like a umbilical cord that connected a lowlife piece of shit like himself to the divine beauty and power of a Lady. It was pure magic, as far as he was concerned.
She took him to a Fetish Party and ordered him on all fours. I don’t want any pressure on the leash, She said. Her voice send legions of shivers down his spine and he almost got misty eyed. No pressure on the leash was easier said than done though, because he had to crawl through a forest of legs. Mistress was not pleased with his performance and She beat him black, blue and purple. Still, he loved every second of it. This happened at least a year ago and She never used the leash ever since. But he does not despair. Because he knows that someday, somewhere, somehow he will be re-leashed.