I waited with anticipation, we had met a woman rather anonymously through the telephone only who was quite interested in a threesome. She claimed to be bi but to prefer women. It was going to be an interesting night, not our first threesome but our first through such anonymity. This excited me for some reason.
The knock came on the door and before me stood a not beautiful but not homely woman, one might say she had some handsomeness to her face. We sat for a drink briefly before moving to the bedroom, not much was said verbally, but her eyes had roamed my body in a way I knew, predatory. I was nervous as we entered the bedroom. She was not the sort of woman I was used to, her eyes and smile belied something I could not quite put my finger on but my Master was there, a capable man and surely I was safe.
She pulled me to her, kissing me deeply, firmly, her lips pressing into mine as if devouring my very essence. I could not help but to submit to her raw power as she stripped me while while demanding more of my mouth, pushing me to the bed as she removed her own clothes. My eyes moved to Master, removing his pants as he watched. Yes, I was safe, I let go not that I had much choice as she explored my body, finally landing over my swollen clit. I heard her chuckle as she tasted me, my hips rising to meet her mouth hungrily. I screamed in pleasure, bucking beneath her. I felt my Master approach from behind her and that was when it happened. Something unexpected.
I gasped in horror as she pushed him from her, off the bed, like some monster that had invaded our home. He fell to the side in shock, rising and standing. I cringed as her nails and fingers slid inside of my wet waiting hole, I cried out looking up to him helplessly in a bid for him to act and save me. He stood there, shocked, not moving, her hand and fingers taking more and more of me as I looked at him in horror, my body reacting to her movements helplessly as I began to cum, her nails scraping against me as I tried helplessly to push the beast away from me. She clung tightly to my body, I could not remove her, more fingers entered, scraping then massaging as I came again and again, waiting for him to act, to do something. It seemed like hours until finally she had finished with me, using one hand to violate me as her other worked her own pussy, her body weight crushing me into the bed below. She stood, dressed and left without a word.
I looked up in shame and horror to the man who stood there. My belly sickened with pure revulsion. I resolved that I would not hate her for raping me, it had after all, for some reason been quite pleasurable. I had enjoyed her raw power. But, him, who stood there helplessly, cuckolded by a woman, he was a Master of none in my mind. A coward who stood by, helpless as a kitten, watching as helpless as I...how I hated men. So proud of their masculinity, so quick to boast and thrust out their chests until a strong woman left them naked, cuckolded and in plain view of the world as what they truly were....nothing. My mind swam, my eyes hardened. If I could not find a Master among men, perhaps I would show them what Mastery truly was. Perhaps, it was time to turn the tables and to show them how I hated them, despised them, for their inability to give me what I needed. It was time for them to feel my pain.
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This material and writing is copyrighted. Any reproduction of it in part or in it's entirety without my express permission is prohibited.
Lady Stromfield
The knock came on the door and before me stood a not beautiful but not homely woman, one might say she had some handsomeness to her face. We sat for a drink briefly before moving to the bedroom, not much was said verbally, but her eyes had roamed my body in a way I knew, predatory. I was nervous as we entered the bedroom. She was not the sort of woman I was used to, her eyes and smile belied something I could not quite put my finger on but my Master was there, a capable man and surely I was safe.
She pulled me to her, kissing me deeply, firmly, her lips pressing into mine as if devouring my very essence. I could not help but to submit to her raw power as she stripped me while while demanding more of my mouth, pushing me to the bed as she removed her own clothes. My eyes moved to Master, removing his pants as he watched. Yes, I was safe, I let go not that I had much choice as she explored my body, finally landing over my swollen clit. I heard her chuckle as she tasted me, my hips rising to meet her mouth hungrily. I screamed in pleasure, bucking beneath her. I felt my Master approach from behind her and that was when it happened. Something unexpected.
I gasped in horror as she pushed him from her, off the bed, like some monster that had invaded our home. He fell to the side in shock, rising and standing. I cringed as her nails and fingers slid inside of my wet waiting hole, I cried out looking up to him helplessly in a bid for him to act and save me. He stood there, shocked, not moving, her hand and fingers taking more and more of me as I looked at him in horror, my body reacting to her movements helplessly as I began to cum, her nails scraping against me as I tried helplessly to push the beast away from me. She clung tightly to my body, I could not remove her, more fingers entered, scraping then massaging as I came again and again, waiting for him to act, to do something. It seemed like hours until finally she had finished with me, using one hand to violate me as her other worked her own pussy, her body weight crushing me into the bed below. She stood, dressed and left without a word.
I looked up in shame and horror to the man who stood there. My belly sickened with pure revulsion. I resolved that I would not hate her for raping me, it had after all, for some reason been quite pleasurable. I had enjoyed her raw power. But, him, who stood there helplessly, cuckolded by a woman, he was a Master of none in my mind. A coward who stood by, helpless as a kitten, watching as helpless as I...how I hated men. So proud of their masculinity, so quick to boast and thrust out their chests until a strong woman left them naked, cuckolded and in plain view of the world as what they truly were....nothing. My mind swam, my eyes hardened. If I could not find a Master among men, perhaps I would show them what Mastery truly was. Perhaps, it was time to turn the tables and to show them how I hated them, despised them, for their inability to give me what I needed. It was time for them to feel my pain.
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This material and writing is copyrighted. Any reproduction of it in part or in it's entirety without my express permission is prohibited.
Lady Stromfield
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