Femdom Personal Ad Leads to Real Slavery
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Evan made many extravagant statements:
“I want to be a cruel woman’s helpless prisoner.”
“I need to be at the mercy of a sadistic woman without pity.”
Only one friend knew that Evan was a masochist. He grew weary of his friend’s whining that he could not find a female tyrant.
“Where have you looked?”
Evan had no reply. He never really tried to find an evil torturing angel. It was as if he expected a dominatrix to come looking for him.
“Post personal ads. Write a profile. Stopping bitching about your frustration. Make an effect to live your dream. Or shut up.”
Evan did. He posted profiles on fetish and BDSM dating sites. Or any Femdom website with a ‘Seeking’ forum.
No woman replied. His friend told him to start writing to nearby Dommes. He did not know but Femdom etiquette probably required the man go first.
A few women answered his emails. No one offered to meet him. Then Erica wrote. She said “I like to hurt men. But don’t waste my time on wannabe pretenders.”
They emailed, then chatted. Evan shared his darkest fantasies. Erica told him of cruel things she had done to men. If he were a “good boy” she would do them to him. She too had dark fantasies she wanted to make real.
Finally, they Skyped. She made him take off his shirt. “Skinny aren’t you. That is no problem. I like skinny weaklings.”
Evan was thrilled. Erica arched eyebrows and firm lips matched his idea of a ‘dominatrix.’
“You can meet me. You get one chance. If you don’t show, I’ll never talk with you again. Are you ready to be spanked?”
He froze. Lust paralyzed him. Then, “Please.”
“Please Mistress Erica.”
“You will meet me in the parking garage of my workplace in an hour. I’ve sent you directions. Be on time.”
“But I haven’t bathed or had time to change clothes.”
“Bring the right attitude. Nothing else matters. I’ll be expecting you.” She disconnected.
Evan needed no more than twenty minutes to reach the parking garage. It took him an hour. He started to chicken out and parked. Shook himself and drove a few more blocks.
“If I don’t meet her, I’ll hate myself. It might be my only chance.”
He saw her standing beside a large car.
“Hello Mistress Erica.”
“Kneel slave. Hands behind your back.”
It was if his body responded without his will. She tied his hands with rope.
Erica suddenly gagged him. Evan panicked.
“Don’t be such a baby. Already scared?”
She opened her car trunk.
“Stand up. Get in the trunk.”
Evan balked. Eric shoved him in and slammed the door shut.
During the car ride Evan alternated between terror and arousal. He made himself a woman’s prisoner. No one knew where he was. Even he did not know where she was taking him.
Motion ceased. The trunk opened. Erica yanked him out.
She led him in a dark building. She did not need lights. She unlocked a door, pulled him in.
He felt her tying more rope around his arms, chest, then his legs. He whimpered.
“Oh shut up. This is what you said you wanted isn’t it?”
Erica turned on a light. Evan saw they were in dingy room that needed many repairs.
“I own this property. One day I’ll fix it up. For now it makes a nice dungeon.”
She laughed, could not stop.
“It has been too long since I found a man as reckless as you. You’re mine now.”
Evan looked up at her. His fear was obvious.
“Literally mine. I’m going to keep you. You will be my pain slave. I don’t need to explain that to you.”
She kicked him.
“That felt good. Perhaps you can be trained. If so I’ll let you cook and clean and live as a household servant.”
She reached into his pockets, pulled out his keys.
“I’m going to visit your place and retrieve the computers. There will be no record of our conversations.”
She savored her new plaything’s terrified eyes.
“While I’m gone, let your masochist’s mind run free. Think of what torture you would like to begin with. I’ll honor your request if it is painful enough.”
Erica shook her head.
“You’ll probably waste time trying to figure out how to escape. No man ever has. Be wise. Accept your fate. Work to please me. You’ll live longer.”
Evan watched his new Mistress Owner leave and lock the door. Bound with rope. Behind a heavy door with a deadbolt and barred windows. In an isolated house. There was no escape.
He spent the time torturing himself. His imagination ran wild. But he could never make himself as miserable as Mistress Erica would.