Sexy Cousin My Demanding Dominatrix

Sexy Cousin my Demanding Dominatrix

Melissa is cousin Ryan's Dominatrix; he's her sexual slave.

"You! Yeah, you! All of you. Stand up," said Dominatrix Melissa.

I pointed at every man reading my story.

"I'm your Mistress, your Dominatrix," I said with authority.

With me now in control and calling all of the shots of every submissive man, I cracked my whip.

"No slouching. Stand up tall. Put your shoulders back, stick out your chest, and pull in that beer gut," I said.

I chuckled with the sexual anticipation of what I was going to say next.

"Now, take off your clothes. That's right. All of you strip yourself naked," I said. "Do it! Just do it!"

I cracked my whip again.

"Show me your cocks. I want to see your naked pricks. I need to feel them, fondle them, and stroke them to an erection. I want to see what I'm working with before disciplining you all into total submission," I said.

While the fondled my naked breasts and fingered my erect nipples, I touched, felt, fondled, stroked, and sucked the prick of every man reading this story. I allowed them all to cum in my mouth. I allowed them all to give me a cum bath. I allowed them all to give me a bukkake.

"For the rest of you, pull out your prick and stroke yourself while reading this story," I said.

Again, I cracked my whip as their Dominatrix, Mistress Melissa.

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Introduction to BDSM, bondage, discipline, submission, and Sado-masochism.

In the dance of dominance and submission, trust is the music, and consent is the choreography. Control is not about restraint but more about the responsibility to care for the submissive one being disciplined and dominated. Submission is a gift and not a weakness but the ultimate act of trust. In my experience as a Dominatrix, and as a Mistress, in my world of dominance and submission, communication is the key that not only locks but also unlocks the boundaries of sexual passions and erotic desires.

A true dominant doesn't demand submission. Instead, they inspire it through trust and care. Their submissives are sexually rewarded with it.

As a Dominatrix, the power that I possess is my ability to nurture and protect the vulnerability of my submissive ones. Consent is the foundation of my exchange of power. Without consent, there can be no trust. Submission lies in the strength of their surrender, and in the Dominatrix's ability to cherish it, enjoy it, and reward it.

In the choreography dance of dominance and submission, there is beauty in the exchange of power. Ergo, submission isn't about losing control. Obedience is more about the willingness to give it and to submit to someone you trust.

I snapped my whip.

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My name is Melissa. I'm a twenty-eight-year-old whore. I'm my cousin Ryan's Mistress, his Goddess. Except for my Aunt Caroline, Ryan's mother, without anyone knowing or suspecting that I'm a Dominatrix and he's my submissive, until now, when we exposed ourselves at the Bible study group, I've been his mistress for twenty-years.

I love sex. More than that, as I have already revealed, I'm a Dominatrix. Something that I love to do, I enjoy controlling men with sex and with my whip. I enjoy imprisoning men in my dungeon.

I enjoy spanking their naked asses until they bleed. With them unable to speak without my permission, they love it when I restrain them to my dungeon wall and/or when I helplessly suspend them in the air by their wrists and their ankles while doing dirty and nasty things to their naked bodies. As if they are my prisoners in the Tower of London, I torture them but then reward them with sex.

When we first started having sex, Ryan was eighteen-years-old, 5'6", had dirty, blonde hair, and big blue eyes. With his father 6' tall and his mother 5'8" tall, he's sure to grow a few more inches. Slow to mature, he didn't reach puberty until this year when he started sprouting a mustache with his pubic hair. Finally, over the summer, he grew to be 6' 2" tall.

He was thin but filled out nicely as he grew older. Reminiscent of Brad Pitt and Robert Redford when they were young, he was handsome then and is even more handsome now. With good looks running in our family, his mother is quite striking and, if I do say so myself, I'm very beautiful, sexy, and shapely.

Immodest to confess, I'm the type of woman that every man wants. Only, they can't have me unless they pay my well-deserved fees up front, and obediently obey me. With my long, lush black hair, I'm 5'11" tall and 6'3" tall with my spiked, high heels, and 6'5" tall with my long hair piled on my head. I have huge, double D cup breasts, long, shapely legs, and a firm ass. As if Michelangelo had sculpted me, I have the body of a Goddess.

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I had an ulterior, sexual motive when my aunt Caroline asked me to invite my eighteen-year-old cousin, Ryan, to move in with me for the summer before he started his freshman year in college in September. While imagining all of the sexy things that I'd do to his naked body, and he'd do to my naked body, I couldn't wait for him to move it with me for the twelve weeks of summer. With him having to commute to his college campus and familiarize himself with his dorm room, nearly within walking distance, my house is much closer to his college than his house.

Not surprised, with him always having a crush on me, he's always undressing me with his eyes. With him a virgin, and young, dumb, and filled with cum, I'm sure that when he's masturbating, which is every day, multiple times a day, that he masturbates over the thoughts of imagining me naked and envisioning having sex with me. Of course, with him loving to be around me, he eagerly agreed to move in with me.

Yet, more than that, with my aunt fully aware of what I do for a living, and Ryan no longer having a dad, she asked me to teach him about the birds and the bees. She wanted me to teach him about sex is like inviting a fox in a henhouse. Stunned, I couldn't believe it. My aunt wanted me to teach her son, my cousin, about sex. She wanted me to take his virginity and have consensual sex with him.

If only Ryan knew that I was a female spider, my dungeon was my web, and after he had sex with me, I'd eat him. I wouldn't literally eat him, of course, but as long as he obeyed me, I would certainly stroke his cock, suck his prick, allow him to cum in my mouth, swallow his cum, and fuck him. Showing him how to give me an endless amount of orgasms, I'd teach him how to finger me, masturbate me, eat me, make love to me, and fuck me in all of my preferred positions.

With my cousin my preferred victim, I made him my summer project to take him under my wing and the snap of my whip. Making him my submissive, and my sexual slave, I planned on molding his sexual desires to fit my erotic whims. I not only planned to show him how to pleasure a woman, expressly me, but also, I plotted for him to have submissive sex with me, too.

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He is shy. Easy to mold, my preferred kind of man, he already has a meek and submissive personality. Especially with him inexperienced when it comes to sex, and with me eager to teach him, and enslave him, he's naively innocent. He has no idea of my sexy secrets, and all that I have in store for him.

As if I'm his big sister, he doesn't see me as his sexy cousin. He sees me as a beautiful woman that he desires. He has no idea that I'm a Dominatrix. With him never having had sex, he probably doesn't even know what a Dominatrix is.

He has no idea that I'm a female supremacist who wants nothing more than to seduce him, rape him, and sexually use and abuse him. With him returning to me for sex, I plan on permanently enslaving my cousin to obediently obey me. My knowledge of his submissive and obedient personality makes me want to keep him not only on a short leash but also as my prey and my property. Even though I'm a Dominatrix, once I imbed my erotic desires in him, later in our roleplay, reversing my role, I have fantasies of being forced and raped by him.

I hope he has friends that I can control. I love being gangbanged. Yet, even though I enjoy forced sex, as if I'm the director on a movie set, I must control it. I don't want anyone doing anything that I don't want them to do. I'll submit my body to my cousin and his friends as long as they all obediently obey me, as long as his friends pay me, and are submissive to me.

Unaware of what I have in store for him, Ryan is initially resistant and reluctant but eventually he comes to want me, embrace my lifestyle, and crave having sex with me. At first, giving him pain instead of pleasure, he must be overpowered, disciplined, and forced. With me taller and stronger than him, I have large breasts and a firm and round ass. I'm athletic but not fat. Having all my curves in the right places, I'm voluptuous but not skinny.

Yet, making my job easier, something that I already knew, my aunt confessed that he has a crush on me. Moreover, his mother, my aunt Caroline, asked me to take him under my wing. She's well aware of what I do for a living. She knows that I'm a Dominatrix. She knows that I have a dungeon.

Fearing that she may be tempted to sexually submit to him, and have illicit incestuous sex with her son, she wanted me to take her place in teaching him about all things sexual. In doing so, she wanted me to have sex with her son, my cousin. She wanted me to teach my inexperienced cousin, Ryan, all about the birds and the bees and how to sexually pleasure a woman. She asked me to take Ryan's virginity and have sex with him all summer long before he starts school.

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"Melissa, thank you for coming over on such short notice. I wanted to talk to you about Ryan," said my aunt Caroline. "I'm worried," she said, rubbing her hands.

Avoiding making eye contact, my aunt stared down at her hands.

"Ryan? What's wrong with him? Why are you worried? Is he okay," I asked?

My aunt looked up at me with a troubled face. She looked at me as if she was about to cry. Then, surprising me, a sudden flash of sexual arousal betrayed her look of shame.

"I'm embarrassed to say that your cousin, Ryan, is a masturbation machine and it's all my fault," she said.

No doubt, she must have seen his prick. She may have caught him and watched him masturbate himself. She must have been tempted to have sex with him.

"He masturbates multiple times a day. He masturbates every morning, every afternoon, and every evening. I know when he's playing with himself because he rattles the dishes in the China cabinet," she said with shame.

My aunt looked up at me and gave me a troubled expression.

"It's just not him jerking off, I'm embarrassed to say that he talks out loud to himself when jerking off. I stood outside of his bedroom door to listen. I've heard his masturbation dialogue," she said.

She looked at me with another blush of sexual arousal.

"Seemingly, he wants me to know who he's masturbating over. He wants me to know that he's stroking his cock and cumming over the thoughts of imagining me naked and having sex with him. Oh, Lord," she said, looking up at the ceiling and anointing herself. "Satan is in my house. The Devil is tempting me to have sex with my son."

My aunt leaned forward in her chair as if getting ready to tell me a secret.

"You must promise me not to tell anyone," she said.

Then, shocking me, I couldn't believe what she said next.

"When he's not masturbating over imagining me naked and having sex with me," she said.

She paused to look at me before continuing.

"He plays with himself over you while visualizing you without your clothes and having sex with you," she said.

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As soon as my aunt told me that my cousin masturbates over me, she made my pussy moist and my nipples erect. My hand involuntarily twitched as if I was already discipling my cousin with my whip. My aunt looked up at me with shame. I couldn't wait to finger my pussy while thinking of my cousin submitting to me and having sex with him.

"With his masturbation dialogue getting to me, and with me not having a man in my life, I'm so horny. I'm so sexually frustrated. It's been a long time since I've had sex," said my aunt.

Again, she looked like she was about to cry.

"I'm ashamed and embarrassed to say that I'm as sexually aroused as I'm appalled by the thought of my son cumming over the sexual thoughts of me naked and having sex with him," said my aunt Caroline.

She paused to look up at me and make eye contact.

"Ryan wants me, Melissa. He wants to not only have sex with his mother but also, he wants to have sex with his cousin, too," she said. "He constantly and continually masturbates himself over the thoughts of us naked and having sex with him."

My aunt put her head down in embarrassment and in shame.

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"I'm a religious woman. I'm a church going woman. I participate in a Bible study group. I'm a God fearing woman. I can't have sex with my son but I want to have sex with him," she said.

She looked up wide-eyed.

"It's the Devil. Satan has possessed me," she said anointing herself again. "He's tempting me to have sexual relations with Ryan. No matter how much I get down on my knees to pray, I want to get down on my knees and blow him. I dream of stroking his cock while sucking his prick."

She looked up at me with sadness.

"With Ryan no longer having a dad, still saddened over his death, he has no one to tell him about the birds and the bees. I can't do that. I don't trust myself to do that. I'd be as embarrassed as I'd be sexually aroused to do that," said my aunt shaking her head. "Moreover, I may let the Devil in, lose control, and have sex with him."

My aunt looked up at me.

"I'm afraid, Melissa. I'm so afraid of what I might do with Ryan," she said.

I nodded my head to show my aunt that I understood.

"Like mother like son, he's horny. He's sexually frustrated. Only, he's a virgin," she said. "I can't take his virginity. I can't give him that memory. That's nasty. That's just wrong," she said.

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Yet, with you his cousin, and with kings throughout history not only having had sex with their cousins but also marrying them, too, that would be okay for you to show him how to sexually pleasure a woman. I need you to make Ryan a man, Melissa," said my aunt. "Can you do that? Would you do that for me?"

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She gave me a sad smile.

"He's always undressing me with his eyes. Recently, embarrassed, and ashamed to confess, with him making me sexually aroused, giving me something to masturbate over, wicked of me to do, I've deliberately left my bedroom door open and my bedroom light on while dressing and undressing. I wanted him to see me without my clothes. I've caught him standing in the darkened hall outside of my bedroom spying on me," said my aunt Caroline.

As if her hand was a fan, with her face flushing red, she waved her hand in front of her face to cool her sexual desire for her son.

"I've endlessly masturbated myself with my vibrator and my dildo with the thoughts of him seeing all that he shouldn't see of me. When he sees something of me that he shouldn't see, he not only looks but he stares," she said. "He's turning me into a slut, an incestuous whore."

She gave me an uncomfortable smile.

"He's seen me numerous times in my short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns without me having the moral modesty to wear a robe over them. He's seen me in my bra and panties. He's seen me topless. He's seen me naked," she said. "While pretending that I didn't know that he was there, and was still in bed sleeping, I allowed him to watch me masturbate myself."

She fanned herself with a magazine.

"I'm unable to control myself from flashing him and exposing myself to him. Even though I make my flashes appear accidental and unintentional instead of deliberate, I've never been as sexually aroused as I'm embarrassed for my son to see me without my clothes," she said. "It's only a matter of time before I submit to him and have sex with him. That's why I want you to take that burden from my shoulders and make him your submissive."

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She made a face, rolled her eyes, and sighed.

"That's not the worst of it," she said.

"Oh, Lord," she said, anointing herself again. "It's the work of the Devil. Satan has possessed him, too."

She leaned forward in her chair as if ready to tell me a secret.

"Recently, he's been returning my exhibitionism with his exhibitionism. He's been sexually teasing me. He's been exposing himself to me while making his dick flashes appear accidental," she said.

While fluttering her eyes as if she was about to faint, she fanned herself with her magazine again.

"Oh, my God, every time I see his erect prick, I want to touch it. I want to feel it. I want to stroke it. I want to suck it. I want to fuck it," she said.

Again, she fanned herself with her magazine.

"He has deliberately dropped his towel in front of me while making his dick flashes appear unintentional. While leaning over me with his erect prick sticking out of his pajama pee hole, nearly sticking his cock in my mouth, he poured my coffee," she said. "I'm ashamed to say that I was tempted to take his big dick in my hand and stroke him before taking him in my mouth to suck him."

She suddenly blushed and turned red.

"Then, when I carry up his laundry and open his bedroom door without knocking, I've caught him jerking off. Oh, my God, Melissa. Ryan has a huge prick," said my aunt.

She looked up at me aghast.

"His cock is so much bigger than his dad's big dick. As soon as I saw him masturbating, I was tempted to sit on his bed, and take him in my hand before taking him in my mouth."

She looked at me and smiled while fidgeting with her fingers. Then, she shocked me by what said next.

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"Oh, my God, Melissa, he's making me crazy," said my aunt. "Long before he started masturbating himself, he called me in the bathroom to look at his penis. He said there was something wrong with it. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, shocking me as much as he sexually excited me, he stood naked with his back to the sink and his erect penis sticking straight out as if pointing to me."

My aunt stared at me with her hand to her neck.

"Nearly having a heart attack, I stared at his erect penis. I couldn't stop staring at his big dick. With my pulse racing, and my eyes bulging out of my head, I stared at his exposed, erect prick. Seeing his naked, erect penis made me so aroused. I've never seen a cock as big," she said. "What's wrong, Ryan," I asked?

I looked away from his cock to look up at him before immediately staring down as his penis again. I lost count of how many times that I've masturbated myself over that day. He looked up at me as if he was about to cry.

"Mom," he said.

He took his penis in his hand and held it up to me.

"Every morning when I awaken, my penis looks like this," he said. "Why does it grow so big and so hard? It's so hard that I'm unable to push it back down in my underwear."

He started to cry.

"I'm ashamed to walk out in the kitchen with my penis tenting my pajama bottoms. And sometimes, white stuff leaks out of it in my sleep," he said. "What's wrong with my penis, mom," he asked? "What's wrong with me?"

My aunt stared up at me with a face full of sexual arousal while I giggled.

"Unable to stop myself from doing so, I took his erect prick in my hand. I fondled his cock and squeezed his prick. He was so big. He was so hard. It's okay," I said. "There's nothing wrong with your penis, Ryan," I said. "This is totally normal."

While staring down at it, I slowly slid my finger over the head of his big dick with my finger. I closed my eyes while imagining his prick buried deep inside of my pussy. My aunt smiled at me.

"I smiled at him while still holding his cock in my hand. With my husband impotent from drinking and from Diabetes, it had been a long time since I held a stiff prick in my hand. Do you masturbate," I asked?

He looked at me with confusion.

"Masturbate? What's that," he asked?

My aunt smiled at me again.

"Masturbation is self-pleasuring yourself with your hand," I said.

I stroked my hand back and forth in front of him.

"Mommy can show you how to do it," I said.

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My aunt Caroline rolled her eyes and sighed with sexual arousal.

"My God, Melissa, not caring that I was taking sexual advantage of him, under the pretense of teaching him how to pleasure himself, I couldn't wait to masturbate him. Before he could answer me, as if I was praying to Jesus before surrendering my soul to the Devil, I knelt in front of him and stroked his cock. I stroked his prick faster. I stroked his big dick harder," she said.

Then, she laughed.

"I stared up at him while continuing to stroke him," she said. "Then, when you stroke yourself faster and stroke yourself harder, you will cum," I said while continuing to stare up at him. "Wanting to see and watch him cum, I stroked him faster. I stroked him harder."

My aunt stared up at me with sexual arousal.

"Accustomed to my husband's cumming a tiny amount of cum, I never expected Ryan to explode such a huge load of cum," she said.

She stared up at me and smiled.

"About to explain what would happen and about the white stuff, I looked at him with my mouth open. Not having to stroke him very long, taking me by surprise, with my eyes bulging out of my head and my mouth open, he ejaculated a load of cum all over my face, in my hair, and in my mouth. Ryan gave me a cum bath," she said.

She laughed again.

"I swallowed a big amount of it. With his ejaculation of cum dripping from my hair, my eyebrows, my nose, my lips, and my chin, he stared at me wild-eyed. Not even giving me a chance to wipe my face with a hand towel, he surprised me and caught me off guard. He put a heavy hand to the back of my head, pulled me forward, and stuck his prick in my mouth. Unable to pull away, Ryan humped my mouth. My son fucked my face," she said.

She stared down at the carpet with embarrassment and shame.

"I blew him. I stroked his cock while continuing to suck Ryan's prick. It didn't take him long to shoot a second load of cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum," she said.

She nodded her head.

"Ever since that day when I showed him how to masturbate, he's been jerking off every day, multiple times a day," she said. "Every since that day when he forced me to blow him, I'm afraid to be alone with him."

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"Please, Melissa, help me. Could you take him to live with you for the summer? I know that it would be an imposition to your privacy. Yet, I know that you have a dungeon. He needs what you can give him. I'd be willing to pay for you to teach him all that he needs to know about sex, and how to become a man without him having to constantly masturbate himself," said my aunt.

I waved my hand and let out a little laugh.

"There's no need to pay me, Auntie. I'll gladly do it for free," I said. "If you'd like, once he becomes my obedient, sexual slave, I'll even invite you to watch. Once he obediently obeys me and will willingly do anything for me, if you'd like, I'll command him to have sex with you," I said with a dirty laugh. "Would you like that, auntie? Would you like to have sexual intercourse with your son?"

I smiled at my aunt and she returned my smile with a sexually aroused smile.

"Oh, my God. Really? Seriously? You can do that, command him to have sex with me? Gee, I don't know. I can't fuck my son. That's the Devil making me want to do that," she said.

She fanned herself with her magazine.

"As long as we don't tell anyone and keep that as our secret, I can't believe that I blew my son, allowed him to cum in my mouth, swallowed his cum, and he gave me a cum bath, said my son," said my aunt with a laugh.

I nodded my head and returned her smile with my smile.

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Then, just as I said that I agreed to take him to live with me, the dishes in the China cabinet rattled. The whole house was shaking. My aunt looked at me and smiled.

"He's masturbating again. Hurry. Carry up the laundry basket to his room. Don't bother knocking. Just push the door open with your foot. It doesn't lock," said my aunt.

She smiled at me with shame and embarrassment before a look of sexual arousal betrayed her face.

"I want you to see his cock. I want you to see how big it is. Trust me, he won't even know that you're there watching him. He strokes himself with his eyes closed while wearing headphones," said my aunt.

I stared at my aunt with sexual arousal with the thoughts of seeing my cousin's cock.

"I'm unembarrassed to confess that I've fingered myself while imagining stroking, sucking, and fucking him. I need to get him out of the house before I have sex with him, again," said my aunt.

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Back then, twenty-years-ago, Ryan was several inches shorter than me, reed thin, physically weaker, but respectably well-endowed. I've seen his erect, naked cock when his mother, my aunt, asked me to carry up his laundry to his room. Unable to knock while holding the laundry basket, I nudged open his bedroom door with my foot.

Sure enough, lying naked on his bed, his eyes were closed, and he was wearing headphones. I watched him stroke his prick. Then, unbeknownst that I was standing in his bedroom watching him stroking himself, he stunned me when he mentioned my name.

"Oh, cousin, Melissa, if only you knew that I play with myself every morning and every evening while imagining you naked and having sex with you. I'd love to see your naked ass, your naked pussy, and your big breasts," he said. "I'd love to have sex with you."

He stroked himself faster. He stroked himself harder.

"I'd love to see you in your short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgowns. I'd love to see you in your bra and panties. I'd love to see you topless. I'd love to see you naked, cousin Melissa," he said.

Rattling his bedroom windows, determined to cum, he stroked himself faster. He stroked himself harder while continuing his masturbation dialogue.

"I wonder what size bra cup you take. Your breasts are huge. I wonder if your black pubic hair is trimmed, bushy, or shaved," he said.

He continued stroking himself faster and harder.

"I'd love you to masturbate me while allowing me to fondle your naked breasts and finger your erect nipples. I'd love to finger your pussy while licking your pussy. I'd love to make love to you. I wish I could fuck you," he said cumming all over himself.

Seemingly, ready to cum. He stroked himself faster. He stroked himself harder.

"I'd love for you to blow me, Melissa. I'd love you to stroke my cock while sucking my prick. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth and watch you swallow my cum," he said breathlessly.

Not wanting him to know that I was there, I quickly left his bedroom, quietly closed the door behind me, and left his laundry basket outside of his bedroom door in the hall.

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As soon as my cousin arrived with suitcases in hand to live with me, excited for him to see who I really was, I went into my bedroom to change into my Dominatrix clothes. Instead of wearing black, leather pants, I wore a short, black leather skirt. Going commando, I wasn't wearing panties. Instead, I wore my thigh high, black hose.

When he saw me with my whip in hand, he looked at me in the way that he had never looked at me before. Instead of undressing me with his eyes with horniness, as he always did, he looked at me with desire. He looked at me in the way that he's never looked at me before but in the way that all of my customers look at me.

"Wow," he said. "You look so hot but what's with that outfit? Are you going to a masquerade party?"

I laughed.

"I'm a Dominatrix and the party is here," I said, snapping my whip.

He looked at me with confusion.

"A Dominatrix? What's that," he asked.

I smiled.

Ready to enlighten him to my way of sex, dominance, submissiveness, bondage, and discipline, I looked him over as if he was fresh meat. Indeed, with him a virgin, my first virgin to discipline, I wanted to take it slow to enjoy the ride. Not wanting to frighten him by being too rough, I wanted to initiate him to my world with kindness and patience. I wanted to teach him about discipline and submission. I wanted to give him a bit of pain while rewarding him with sex.

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"A Dominatrix is a woman who takes the dominant role in BDSM, bondage, dominance, submission, and sadomasochism. I exert my power over a submissive partner by physical or psychological domination, which may include humiliation and degradation. I'm paid for my services in my BDSM role as a Dominatrix. Fortunately for you, I'm doing this for your mother after you forced her to blow you and ejaculated your cum in her mouth," I said.

Then, I took him down to my basement where I have my dungeon set up, ready, and waiting. The lighting in my dungeon is dim, my romantic setting of bondage and discipline. He looked all around at my equipment.

"What is this? Is this your gym? Is this where you exercise," I asked?

I took my whip in my hand. I snapped the whip loudly on the cement floor.

"No, this isn't my gym, Ryan. This isn't where I exercise. This is where I discipline you," I said.

I laughed a loud laugh while snapping my whip on the floor again. Then, I stunned him as much as I sexually excited him by what I said next.

"Take off your clothes," I said.

He stared at me with his mouth open. When he didn't immediately obey me, I whipped his jean clad ass with my whip.

"Strip yourself naked," I said.

He stared at me with his eyes bulging out of his head.

"Do it," I said, whipping him again!

He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Then, he removed his T-shirt and paused.

"Don't stop taking off your clothes. Take them all off," I said.

He kicked off his sneakers. Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He stared down at the floor with embarrassment and with shame.

He allowed his jeans to fall to his feet and stepped out of them. Finally, he turned to face me with a huge bulge in his briefs. My cousin had a huge erection.

"Remove your underwear," I said.

He turned away from me and removed his briefs.

"Turn around," I said.

He turned to face me with his hand in front of his erection.

"Take your hand away and show me your cock," I commanded. "I want to see your naked prick. Show me your prick," I said.

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Having done it before with bigger men, who loved being submissive to me, I could easily overpower and manhandle him. Being the dominant one to the submissive one is what our sexual relationship is all about.

He had no idea that I had a dungeon. He had no idea that I have a fetish for black and loved dressing in black leather. He had no idea that his older cousin was a Dominatrix. I love heavy bondage, enforced discipline, spanking, smothering, choking, and, face sitting, especially face sitting.

Maybe I'll force him to have ultimate chastity when I'm not there and strap-on occasions when I am there. I love fucking him in his ass with my toys. I love forcing him to wear a butt plug all day.

I really love smothering him. I love his forced oral worship of me. I enjoy him giving me multiple orgasms. With him not enjoying eating me in the beginning, I've forced him to become my oral slave. Yet, he gets lots of sex, too, especially oral sex. I love blowing him. With me being a talented cocksucker, I love sucking his cock.

Then, there's that rape thing again. I love being forced. Even when he can no longer resist me, when I'm on top, in charge while riding him, I demand that he hold back from cumming until I'm sexually satisfied.

Sometimes he succeeds in holding himself back from cumming, sometimes he doesn't, and he's punished. Ultimately, for the time that he is with me, his life becomes one of total helplessness before me, total adoration, and enslavement. Being my sexual slave becomes his sole reason for living.

I don't hesitate to be sadistic as when having sex with him. I've trained him to crave the pain while sexually exciting him. He craves what I love to do with him and to him. I hurt him not because he's naughty but because I enjoy it and he not only grew to expect it but also to enjoy it, too. Having me as his Dominatrix, until I released him, is his lot in life.

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After being the Dominatrix of my cousin Ryan for twenty-years, with him now thirty-eight-years-old and me forty-eight-years-old, we've had a long, and fulfilling sexual relationship. I dare say that I've had more sex with my submissive one than he's had with his wife, Arlene, and with any other woman in his life combined. If only his wife knew how to satisfy him by controlling him and treating him as her submissive one, he'd be better in bed when with her.

Ready to let him go, today was my final test of submissive obedience. I was ready to expose myself to everyone as to who I was and what I was to Ryan. With no one able to judge me, I was ready to show every relative, friend, and woman that I know the whores that they truly are by literally unleashing Ryan on them. As soon as I removed his dog leash and his dog collar, albeit with my whispered guidance, he was on his own.

Startled when he dared to speak without my permission, I turned when my sub dared open his mouth and say something.

"How dare you," I said?

I whipped him with my whip.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

While dressed in my Dominatrix attire, I never went anywhere without my whip. Ready to discipline him at any disobedience, I slapped his jean clad ass with my whip again.

"Shut your hole until I acknowledge you," I said.

Then, giving him my permission to speak with a nod, I pointed to him with my long, manicured finger.

"Pardon? What did you say?"

I laughed.

"A Bible study group? I know that. This is why we're here. This is perfect," I said.

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With us not part of their Bible study group, uninvited to attend, a sight for them to behold, as soon as intruded by opening the backdoor without knocking, they stared at us. They stared at me as if the Devil was a woman and had just walked in the kitchen with my sub. I looked from my submissive one to look at all of the women sitting so morally modest and proper in the living room with their knees cemented together while discussing the words of the Lord Almighty, Jesus Christ.

While clutching their Bibles and rosary beads, anointing themselves, they all stopped talking to stare at me dressed head to toe in my black, leather outfit and my spiked, high heels. Wearing my hair high on my head, with me already 5'11" tall, my heels adding four inches, and my hair adding two more inches, dwarfing everyone, I stood 6'5" tall. Even though everyone knew me, and my cousin, Ryan, with us related to many of the women here, they had never seen me dressed as a Dominatrix.

This was it. A shocking sight to see me in my leather regalia, I was not only ready to expose myself as a Dominatrix but also, I was ready to expose Ryan as my submissive. I couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces with what I was about to do. Instead of them pretending to be the obedient servants of God, I was ready to show everyone the nasty whores that they all are.

I laughed. With my whip in hand, I smiled at every woman in the room before I turned to my sub, Ryan, and whispered in his ear to calm his protests.

"Listen to me. I don't care if you're in a convent and are surrounded by a conclave of The Most Holy Virginal Nuns," I said. "Walk in the living room and get undressed! Strip yourselves naked in front of everyone! Now! Do it now," I said.

When I disciplined him by whipping his jean covered ass again, every woman gasped and looked shocked. He raised his hand for my permission to speak. Giving him my permission, I nodded my head. Not wanting the group to hear, he whispered in my ear.

"Pardon? Oh, pooh. Embarrassed?"

I laughed.

"With me leading you around with a dog collar and leash in public while wearing nothing but a diaper, you should know the meaning of the word embarrassment by now when I'm in control," I said.

I slapped his ass again with my whip.

"I'm your Mistress. I'm your Dominatrix. You do what I say," I said. "Get undressed."

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Once again, he raised his hand again for my permission to speak. Again, he whispered in my ear. I looked at him aghast.

"Pardon? Duh? I know who is at the Bible Study group? They are why we are here," I said.

With the both of us related to and/or knowing every woman at the Bible study group, I laughed out loud. Everyone stared at us from the living room standing in the kitchen.

"I don't care that your mother, Caroline, your wife, Arlene, your adult daughter, Erin, your aunt, Thelma, your adult cousin, Flora, your grandmother, Barbara, are in the room," I said whispering. "I don't care that your mother-in-law, Charlotte, your sister-in-law, Cassie, your wife's best friend, Susan, your neighbor, Paula, your co-worker, Debbie, and Sister Mary Elizabeth are in the room," I said.

I pinched his ass through his jeans hard enough for him to squirm.

"As soon as we enter the living room, take off your clothes," I said! "Strip yourself naked. Believe me, they all want to see your erect cock as much as you want to dick flash them your naked prick."

Again, I cracked my whip.

"Then, once you're naked, stand in the middle of the room naked, and stroke yourself to a bigger and harder erection," I said. "Stand proud. Show them all your erect, naked prick. Show them all how big and hard you get."

I cracked my whip again.

"Pardon?"

I laughed again when he said something without receiving my permission to speak.

"Trust me," I said.

I laughed again.

"I promise you that they won't look away in shame and in embarrassment. Instead, with all of them whores, I guarantee you that every one of them will not only look at your naked, erect prick but they'll stare at your big dick," I said.

I laughed again.

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Obediently obeying his Mistress, we walked from the kitchen, through the dining room, and in the living room. While standing in the doorway facing all the women, and with me standing beside him, he unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and tossed it in his wife's face. Then, he removed his T-shirt and tossed it in his mother's face. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. While every woman in the room silently stared, he pushed his jeans down to his ankles.

He kicked off his sneakers. Then, he removed his jeans and tossed them in his mother-law's lap. As if there was a drumroll going off in the heads of every woman in the room, eleven women stared at his bulging briefs with excited sexual anticipation. Finally, and ever so slowly, as if he was a stripper on stage, with not one woman looking away, he pushed down his briefs.

His semi-erect prick sprang out as if his prick was a clown leaping out of a Jack-in-the-Box toy. With all eyes upon him, every woman in the room leaned forward in their seats for a better look of his penis. They all stared at his exposed semi-erection with their eyes bulging out of their heads and their mouths hanging open.

Obediently obeying me, Ryan stood naked in front of every woman we were related to and/or knew. My cousin, my submissive one, faced eleven women without wearing his clothes. Sister Mary Elizabeth grasped her crucifix and stared up at the ceiling as if God was there.

"Thank you, Jesus," she said.

She continued staring at Ryan's engorged prick as if she was staring at the altar in church. As if they were all in church praying, all of the other women stared up at the ceiling and said the same thing together in chorus.

"Thank you, Jesus."

Following suit, after Sister Mary Elizabeth anointed herself, the other ten women anointed themselves, too. Instead of looking away in embarrassment and in shame, as I told Ryan that they wouldn't, they all stared. Instead of admonishing him for stripping himself naked in front of them, every woman approved of seeing him without his clothes.

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Obediently obeying his Dominatrix, after having stripped himself naked in front of every woman that he was related to and knew, he stepped in the middle of the room. Then, as if he was alone in his bedroom or in the bathroom instead of surrounded by eleven women, turning one way before turning the other way, he stroked himself to a bigger and harder erection. Instead of looking away in embarrassment and shame, every woman stared at him stroking himself. They all enjoyed watching him masturbate himself.

"I want you to act as if you're a stripper at a CFNM club," I said whispering in his ear. "I want you to walk in front of each woman and while you're standing over them naked, I want you to lean down and kiss them. I want you to part their lips with your tongue and French kiss them."

I laughed.

"Trust me," I whispered. "With all of the women a little tipsy from drinking wine, they'll not only allow you to kiss them but also, they'll return your French kiss with their long and wet kiss," I said while continuing to whisper my instructions in his ear.

He nodded his head to show me that he not only understood but obediently agreed to do whatever I asked.

"Then, I want you to feel their breasts through their blouses and bras. Cup and fondle their tits while continuing to make out with them. Finally, I want you to strip them topless. While you're undressing them, it won't surprise me if they all take turns taking you in their hands to stroke you before taking you in their mouths to suck you," I said as his Dominatrix.

I cracked my whip again.

"Do it! Do it now," I said!

Then, walking over to each woman, he leaned down, and kissed them. Parting their lips with his tongue, he felt their breasts through their blouses and their bras. He unbuttoned and removed the blouses, and unhooked the bras of every woman. With only one naked cock in the room, there were twenty-two naked breasts in the room.

He removed the blouses and bras of his mother, Caroline, his wife, Arlene, his adult daughter, Erin, his aunt, Thelma, his adult cousin, Flora, and his grandmother, Barbara. He removed the blouses and the bras of his mother-in-law, Charlotte, his sister-in-law, Cassie, his wife's best friend, Susan, his neighbor, Paula, his co-worker, Debbie, and Sister Mary Elizabeth. He touched, felt, and fondled their naked breasts while fingering and sucking all of their nipples. He had his wicked sexual way with twenty-two naked breasts and nipples of eleven women.

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Not one woman stopped him from kissing them. Not one woman stopped him from feeling their breasts through their clothes. Not one woman stopped him from removing their blouses, their bras, and stripping them topless.

Not one woman admonished him from inappropriately sexually abusing them. Instead, they all allowed him to touch their naked breasts, feel their naked breasts, and fondle their naked breasts while fingering and sucking their erect nipples. They all allowed him to have his wicked way with their naked tits.

As if the woman were hypnotized, allowing him to touch, feel, and fondle them, they were all mesmerized. They stared at, felt, fondled, and stroked his big dick as if they had never seen, felt, fondled, and stroked a naked, erect cock. Then, as if they were doing their female version of a circle jerk, surprising him, they surrounded him.

As if they were sitting around a campfire in a circle toasting marshmallows, they moved to their knees as if to pray. Unbelievably, instead of praying, they took turns stroking and sucking his prick. Allowing him to cum in their mouths, they all allowed him to cum all over their faces, in their hair, and across their naked breasts. With him still young, still dumb, and still filled with cum, they allowed him to give them all cum baths.

In the way that Ryan continued having sex with me, as if he was a younger and better looking version of Jeffrey Epstein, he continued having sex with every woman in the room. When he wasn't having sex with his wife, he had sex with his daughter, his mother, his aunt, and his grandmother. When he wasn't having sex with his mother-in-law, his sister-in-law, his wife's best friend, his neighbor, and his co-worker, he had sex with Sister Mary Elizabeth.

THE END