STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of
female domination.
Those with moral objections to such activity as well as those
under legal age should not read this story.
All the characters in this story are fictitious.
Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead is completely
coincidental.
The author makes no claims about any of the products, movies,
artists or children's
stories mentioned in this story, other than they exist and are a
part of our culture at large.

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"I want you to be completely naked and you have to be on your
knees"

Those were the instructions for my.. video.
At first, I was about to panic. How was I supposed to do that in
our office bathroom?

"I can't stay there for half an hour! Please..."

She stared at me without saying a word, sure of herself and she
knew I wasn't able to resist her.
I knew it too, and after a few second I lowered my head, shaking
it slightly.

"Not a problem of yours, right?"
"Right. Later doggy.. don't take too long"
She giggled, going back to her room. I went for the bathroom,
closing the door behind me and realizing what I was about to do.
I started undressing with discomfort, feeling worse than I
thought. It was an humiliating experience feeling naked there.
There were even knocks on the door a couple of times which made
me feel so miserable given the situation, that I was about to
cry.
Regardless, I kneeled down and started a video keeping the
cellphone with an hand in front of me.
It took me around ten second or so to overcome the aversion every
fiber of my body was feeling, and then I did as I was ordered.
I expected the humiliation. The place, the position, the fact
that she ordered it. I wasn't prepared for the pain, though.
I had to stop after a few seconds, at first. It was unbearable
after what she had done to me. To it.
I knew coming out empty-handed wasn't an option though, God knows
how she'd have punished me.
I closed my eyes, starting again with the pain written all over
my face and I thought nothing but her reaction when she would see
the video.
It took me a while, trying to overcome the pain and the unsettling
feeling I had the entire time, but I came in the end and it was
so painful that I had to bite my lip, so much I fearing to be
heard.

I dressed and left the bathroom as fast as I could, feeling
relieved that no one was waiting outside.
We were in different in rooms so I sent her a message. "Done" is
all I wrote, and it wasn't long before she wrote back.

"Good. Keep it for now. I need to do some shopping after work..
you don't mind accompanying me, do you?"
"Whatever my mistress desires...."

I didn't know why I answered that way. I tried to joke things
around, but still it wasn't like something I would have done.
But that was the old me. I knew I was getting more and more
involved, and I was enjoying it. It was still hard to admit it
but I wanted it.
I needed it.

"I love the sound of that. Remember what you've said next time
you're about to beg me to stop. See you after work then!"
I was distracted all the way to evening, I didn't know what she
was about to do and that was scaring me a bit.
We met outside and we quickly went to my car and once inside she
stared at me unnerved.

"What are you waiting for? Give me the cellphone"
I complied, feeling miserable about her watching that video and
the way she just asked me that.
Part of me was still opposing the idea, but I had to accept that
I was becoming her slave and I wanted it.
She started laughing but in a cruel, sadistic way and I wasn't
able to even look at her.

"That had to hurt! Look.. you even stopped"
"You can't imagine how painful it was. Yes, but I started again a
few seconds later"

My mouth was dried, words were coming out with difficulty.

"I know.. I'm looking at everything you've done inside the
bathroom of the place where you work, remember?"
That hurt. She was doing everything in her power to make me feel
miserable, and she was making a good job at that.

"Oh God. You really came.. after everything I've done you, you
really came.."
"You..... asked me to.."
"I did. And you have obeyed like a good slave"
She got closer and start rubbing the back of her hand against my
cock.

"It was a few hours ago, but after you come it should be more...
sensible, isn't it?"
She didn't gave me the time to answer and slapped it hard with
the back of her hand.
It cut my breath and I instinctively bend to cover myself.

"Do you want me to stop, slave?"

I didn't want that question and she knew it. Now I had my back
against the wall.
I wanted her stop. I didn't want her to stop.
I looked at her. I met her gaze, and that moment I understood
that she broke me, that I couldn't live without feeling what I
was experiencing.
I got my back against the seat again, exposing my cock.

"No. Do what you want.."
"Beg me"

God. She was killing me.

"I... beg you.."
"You beg me to do.. what?"

Something inside me broke. All I had inside went loose. Something
I've never felt. A world inside me that I didn't know to have.

"I beg you to hit my cock. Beat it as hard as you can. I BEG YOU"
Her eyes were on fire. She was losing control too. I saw in her
eyes that she was feeling something new to her too, and it was
taking control of her.
She hit hard. I quickly lost the count of how many times she hit,
and she was using all her might.
Whenever i tried to instinctively protect myself she put an hand
on my chest and forced me in position again.

"Out. Stick it out"
I wasn't thinking. I unzipped my trousers, nearly furiously. I
didn't care. I was hers and I wanted to feel her destroy me.. i
needed it.
It was barely out when she grabbed and pushed my hand out of the
way, put it in position by herself and start slapping my cock so
hard that I couldn't help but starting to feel tears in my eyes.
I started moaning louder and louder: I was already in a pain, it
was even hard to come how painful it was, and she was beating it
even worse.
She was like possessed, hitting as hard and fast as she could;
she put and hand on my mouth and went on to hit with the other
one.
I didn't know how to explain but I was feeling good, like a
burden inside me that was being taken away.
With every hit I thought to have reach my limit, but she wasn't
stopping. She was far from it.
She pressed my cock against my stomach with the palm of the hand,
pressing hard, and then let my mouth free just to press it with
her thumbs instead of the palm.
I felt chills of pain when she did that and I knew she searched
for the more beaten spots to press; she kept pressing for a
couple of minutes, leaning to shift her weight as to put more
pressure.
She kept mocking me while doing that: she mimicked every moan,
every cry I made, constantly repeating me that it was what I
deserved, that it wasn't enough yet.
It was wild. I've never felt so much pain before and surely not
in that way, but I didn't want to stop her, I wanted her to go
on, to overcome my every limit.
With an exertion sigh she pressed much harder than before for a
couple of seconds and then pushed herself back on her seat.
She was breathing hard, weary but satisfied. It felt good looking
at her like that, it made me feel like I did what I had to, that
she had to be proud of me.
That thought made me realize how much she changed me. I wasn't
the same person anymore.
My first instinct was to touch it, to cover myself in some way.
The pain was still unbearable and every rush of blood meant
chills of distress through my spine.

"Don't dare to move"

Her voice had an amused tone, but in a challenging way. She knew
I would never dare to respond, to fight her.
I put my hands behind my back, even though she didn't ask me
that, and that made her eyes fire up again.

"Look how submissive you have become. So be it.."
She opened her bag and start looking inside.

"We agreed to it. But in the circumstances..."
She took the laces out of the bag, and leaned toward me. I frozen
still. That was cruel, unjust.. and I was loving her for doing
it.

"Yes dear. You get your cock tied after all.. and I do it myself.
Don't worry.. I'll make sure that it's tigher where it hurts
more"
She giggled and I didn't say a word. She stared a me for a couple
of seconds waiting for a reaction but I did nothing but stare
down.
She tied the base, and she closed the knot much tighter than I
ever did. I did a strangled cry and started breathing hard.

"That's how it has to be, dear. You were too kind with yourself.
You have to be barely able to tolerate the pain every breath you
make"
I looked at her with wet eyes but not saying a word or lifting a
finger. I was silently saying her to go on.
She rolled up the lace around her hand and pulled as hard as she
was able every turn around the cock.
I let her go on: my heart was exploding and my head was spinning;
every turn she made she pulled so hard that I was feeling my
breath taken out.
She made the last turn, and then fastened everything with a tight
knot. She went back to her seat and stretched herself satisfied.

"That's how you deserve to stay, don't you think?"
It was inhuman. I didn't know how to find the will to bear that
pain, that constant torture.

"I.. don't know.. how.."
Words were coming out with so much exertion that I gave up.
She was laughing hard at me, she even had tears for how hard she
was doing it, and in the circumstances that was the most
humiliating thing I've ever felt.

"You have to, big boy. You are mine now, and I want you to stay
like this. God knows for how long. I don't care how much it
hurts."
"As you.. desire"
I was drowning in pain and humiliation. I didn't have the will
nor the strength to react. I didn't want to actually. It was a
perverse, sick feeling but it was so strong that I needed it.
Suddenly she put the hand she used to hit me the most, in front
of my face.

"Kiss it"
I complied. It was a mixed feeling: I wanted her, I was fantasize
about her, about having sex with her and so being able to kiss
her hand was like a start to something else.
On the other hand, she just did what she did with that hand. She
kept slowly turning her hand around to make me kiss every inch of
it; she even slapped me in the face now and then, forcing me to
kiss it again immediately after.
I did nothing to stop her, to make her even sense that I was
against it. I stopped caring, I wanted to be treated like that. I
loved it.

"What a good slave I found. You know what? You drop me off to
where I need to go.. but you keep your cock out. Tied like that"

I was panicking. For a few moments my will to be her slave
wavered; it was too much. What if anyone would have seen me?
She seemed to read my thoughts as she just shrugged.

"Go. Now."

The situation gave a rush of blood to my cock and it was a spike
of pain that made me feel dizzy.
What did I have to do? I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and I
started the engine.
As soon as I did it, she giggled.

"Don't you feel ashamed of yourself? I've beaten your cock for
hours, tied it like that with my own hands.. and you still obey
me!"
"A bit.. but it's natural with you.. I don't know why.. I don't
know what you did to me but I can do nothing but do as you
say..."
"I've never been like this before too, you know? Who knows how we
ended like this.. regardless, I want to see you die in shame and
in pain every second of your life"
That gave me another rush of pain through my body and as she
noticed it she slapped me on the cheek, telling me to pay
attention while I drive.
The trip was about a quarter of an hour long, and she used every
second of it to make me feel miserable.
She kept on staring at me and giggling, asking me how I'd have
reacted if they'd have seen me; every stop, every traffic light
she slapped or squeezed my cock.
Finally, she told me to stop.

"Dress up, we're going in there"
"But.... but.."
"Yes, it's sexy shop"