MaleDom FemSub Stories

THE ROD

Maledom/femsub, bondage, humiliation, punishment, spanking

    Part 1

    Michael had a plan.

    He simply told Marie that they’d be going out to a club for drinks and there would meet a friend.

    She was immediately interested if only by the sheer coyness of the invitation and with that, her libido immediately perked up.

    Marie, is 5'5", about 135 lbs with full breasts and an ample ass. Her hair is dark and stylishly cut leaving her face exposed. Her strongest assets are her beauty and her smile. With a different body type, she could have been considered modeling material.

    Michael let her choose her clothes and she selected a simple cocktail dress with just enough cleavage to make sure that when people glanced at her, they went back for seconds. Pumps, pantyhose and the ubiquitous black choker finished her attire.

    They arrived at the sedate club and stood at the darkened bar sipping drinks. Her eyes roamed constantly, scanning with her early warning system trying to guess who was the friend that Michael wanted her to meet.

    As she was looking afar, she didn’t notice the slim man walk over to Michael nor see them shake hands. "Marie", Michael called as she quickly turned toward his voice, 'this is James'. She quickly eyed this short man, just barely over her own height, looking like he spent a good deal of time in a gym. She noticed his short cropped gray hair and the tautness of his skin, giving him a somewhat ominous appearance.

    "Hi" she said coolly, as she extended her arm and commenced to go through her long practiced procedure of trying to influence a man with her smile and her stunning features.

     As he took her hand she felt he looked right past her and directly through her eyes. He didn’t say a word, just nodded and bowed his head slightly. keeping his eyes on her.

    "Michael", she said, unable to move her own gaze from James, "I don’t think you ever mentioned James to me."

    As Michael began to speak, she noticed that James’s stare had not wavered. His pale blue eyes set off by the gray hair made her anxious and she had trouble focusing on what Michael was saying. She picked up the words, 'trainer' 'change in attitude' and with the word 'whip-master', she realized he was talking about her.

    Marie always felt she had been fated to find Michael. After fruitless encounters and meaningless dalliances she had always concluded them unfulfilled. The first time she met him, as she casually strolled in a SOHO art gallery, she sensed something different. A positive energy that he projected. Quickly, they made plans to see each other again and it was very soon after that, that Michael had shown her what she not only had been missing, but what she had been looking for. As he had often put it, “I know what you need, and I know how to give it to you”. He did and he had.

    He understood her complex makeup which at once wanted to be coquettish and alluring, but also simultaneously submissive to a strong man. She reveled in the feeling of easy flirtation and having what he called “a fresh mouth” to him, knowing it would only be a short time before he exerted that strength that she needed to feel. Nothing was better that a good punishment and she went out of her way to make sure he always had reasons to give her one. It was the best; the psychological and physical control that she so willingly sought was for herself was now hers. Michael was the only man to ever understand this part of her, and she was utterly besotted by him. She constantly thought, “Nothing, nothing will ever happen to let me lose him”

    Part 2

    Michael paid the bar bill, took Marie's elbow and the three of them left. James led the way as they walked the two blocks to a nondescript loft building. The freight elevator opened on a small hallway and James unlocked the door. They stepped into a spacious area and Marie's eyes swept the space and made a mental note: it was decorated using minimalist standards. Shiny steel tubing and canvas were the basic materials, bare brick walls, not a trace of a feminine touch.

    "This way," James said and he led them to a corner area that seemed to have a room built into it. Another lock and the door swung open. James turned the light switch and spots came on illuminating the center area. There, a slightly raised round stage held a leather-covered ottoman. Michael led Marie along and James motioned to a corner door, 'she can change in there'. Michael leaned into Marie's ear and said softy, ‘leave everything inside, and come out nude’.

    When the door opened, the men saw Marie appear, nude but for her black choker. Certainly not overweight, but also not waif thin, her body was full of curves where curves were supposed to be. Marie, for her part, was not embarrassed. She had endured being nude in front of Michaels friends before, and knew that besides Michael liking the idea of his control over her, he would protect her while she could casually flaunt her body.

    She walked toward them, silently bringing her heels down hard on the carpeting, knowing that this made the tops of her breasts jiggle. She couldn’t help noticing that both sets of eyes were focused on her chest as she strutted.

     Her mind flashed for an instant, and she silently laughed to herself. “Who had the real control here? Look at them, barely able to contain their lust as I show them what a real woman has”. Those thoughts would not last long.

    As she looked at the oversized ottoman, she saw that besides having straps hanging from it, it was not flush. There were cut outs and depressions in the leather, 'at least', she mused, 'I‘ll be comfortable'.

    James took her arm and led her to a position next to the bench. He pushed on her shoulder and she dropped to her knees fitting them into padded grooves designed for them.

    Quickly he used the straps to get her thighs tight up against bench and secured her. She leaned over and her breasts found the cut outs as her belly was forced down. More straps secured her back and as a last procedure, he took her arms and they too were strapped down bent at the elbow in front of her. Her neck was free and she found she could either look around at what was in front of her, or put her head down, resting on the bench. Her torso, held fast to the bench, supported all of her weight.

    "One more little adjustment", she heard James say, as he walked around to the rear. Her knees were resting in the padded grooves and he swiveled them slightly outward and secured them in this position. She didn't quite understand why, but then she heard a motor and the bench began to rise up and then tilt forward. She was secured and comfortable but now instead of looking forward, she was at a slight downward angle.

    She smiled as she realized that the slight maneuvering of her knees caused her ass to be spread wide, and now in this new position, the men behind her had a very open view of all her assets. Michael came around and sat on a low stool that placed his head near hers.

    "Marie, the old belt doesn't work for me anymore, I am leaving your body bruised and frankly, you have gotten too used to it. Those subtle attempts of yours, trying to take some control need to be stopped. I know what you need, and I know how to give it to you.”

    Marie froze, it was those words again. She had thought she could continue to manipulate him but now he knew, and now he was going to ‘adjust her attitude’. What had he once called it, “topping from the bottom” as he had then warned her never go there. “Maybe”, she cheerfully thought, “I could use a little scene like this to get me back to where he wants me.”

    “I’ve asked James to find me a new instrument to use to train and punish you. James has experience as both a whip maker and a whip-master, and he’ll use his skill to identify which will be the most effective device for you. He will use your ass like a canvas, trying out his various whips, crops, floggers, canes and God knows whatever else he has. He knows what results I’m looking for and when he gets the desired results he’ll make me exactly what is needed."

    James then explained to Michael it would take about 2 hours and that before he left, James had a favor to ask. "Sure James, what is it"? James told Michael that he was enthralled by Marie's body and would Michael mind if he used her for his own pleasure? Michael frowned a little and said that Marie's ass was his personal area. Only he had ever used it and did’nt want to spoil it. As for Marie's pussy, he felt the same way and would really prefer if James did not violate it. James nodded his understanding of Michael’s rules.

    He then asked, 'what about her mouth"? Michael thought for a moment and said, "I don’t have a problem with that, but I know that she never really found it pleasurable for her. This whole experience today is going to be a lot for her to handle, and I think maybe I don’t want her to have the additional pressure. Anyway, she’s not so good at it, and the truth is, I have never been able to use her throat".

    Michael, turned to leave and then James asked "what if she asks for it'?

     "What do you mean"?

     "I mean, what if she asks me to use her mouth for my pleasure, would that be OK"?

    Michael thought for a moment and realized that she would never give permission, and since James was doing him a favor in all of this, he agreed. "Ok,” he casually agreed, “if she asks for you to use her mouth, it's fine with me".

    "Be good baby", Michael breezily called out over her shoulder as he left the room.

    Part 3

    James wheeled the long table that was at the side of the room, directly behind her. He walked around, opening closets and drawers, taking various instruments and placing them on the table. Marie could easily see some of them and she realized every one of them would soon be used on her ass. After a moment James announced he was ready. He told Marie that she should feel free to cry out, as her reactions would also enable him to gauge the effectiveness of each instrument.

    James had mentally divided up her ass into quadrants. He had notepaper at the ready as he picked up an unusually soft leather whip. Three times he let it fly onto her ass with various degrees of speed. He noted the reaction to the skin, her body and her voice and recorded them in a sort of shorthand on his notepaper.

    He went through the full range of his prepared implements, each time letting the instrument bite her three times. He felt that three times was just the right number of times for him to gauge her reaction. At one point he picked up a heavy cane, although knowing that it would never be acceptable to Michael, he decided to let Marie know how brutal he could be. He swung it at a low speed and it cracked into her ass. Her head snapped up as she hadn't expected anything so violent and a cry came from her mouth. Twice more, but at even slower speeds he struck her and each time she jumped and cried out. The pain of the cane went deep into her ass and into her legs, it was a pain that quickly spread out, and was not localized like the others. Three even level welts were already beginning to rise on the lower left section of her ass. She steeled herself so she wouldn’t cry.

    When he was finally done, he had the information he needed and was prepared to make a recommendation to Michael. The rigid riding crop tipped with the soft leather head would be perfect for general training and also for when punishment was called for. “Now”, he thought, let me see what I can do for myself.”

    He came around and addressed Marie in a gentle voice. "We’re almost finished and I want to compliment you how accommodating you’ve been." Marie, sensing where she thought the conversation was going, quickly shot back at him “don't think I'm going to be so accommodating that I let you use my mouth." James smiled and said, “I didn't even think of that my dear".

    He bent down to her level so she could see him, he said, “Look at this. I designed it and made it myself". He held up a rod of 1/2" thickness and 18” length. It looked to her like it was some kind of dowel made of clear plastic or Lucite. "It appears to be very solid and unyielding, but look," as he gently waved it, she saw that it was flexible and bowed slightly as he waved it back and forth. "I love this because it reminds me of the best features of the cane but with improvements. You remember the cane I used on you? Well the cane sends its message along the entire length that makes contact with the skin. But this, this has the opposite effect; it takes all the energy of the cane and concentrates it on the first spot to make contact with the body. Here, let me show you."

    He took up a position behind her and she steadied herself for the impending blow.. He lined himself up, lifted his arm and let the rod fly down, impacting with an understated but resounding thwack. Her head snapped up but no sound came out. All the air had been forced out of her lungs. After her next breath she screamed. James had used her asshole as the target. He had brought the rod down vertically along the crack of her ass. As soon as the first part touched her asshole, all the power of the rod had concentrated itself right there.

    She shrieked in pain and surprise.

    He came around to her again. Not saying a word, he let her calm down by herself and then knelt next to her head.

    "Oh my God" she repeated over and over. "What was that? I can't take anymore."

    James said, "I know how it felt. First like an electrical shock? Vibrating out to your feet and arms? You then felt the pain follow along the same paths and you probably even felt the pain through your legs and I bet even into your chest?

    "Yes, yes", she gasped, "please no more". He looked at her and the pain just wouldn't stop. It just lingered like nothing else. As her head cleared and she gathered herself, she turned and looked into James's eyes. She nearly was snarling as she growled: "I get it, OK, you can fuck my mouth". James's lips formed a thin smile as he got up and moved out of her view again.

    He stood over her ass again, watching her ass still pucker involuntarily. As her calm breathing resumed he lifted his hand and this time at a slightly faster rate, he brought his rod down on the same spot. After a very long silent pause, he heard the wail. This continued as her ass clenched and clenched over and over as she tried to get a hold of the pain. He waited until she began to calm again and walked back to her. This time he brought the stool over so he could sit and look into her face.

    "Sweet Jesus" she moaned over and over, "no more". James smiled and told her that she was sounding a little less hostile to him. She babbled on and kept apologizing and pleading with him. She knew what he wanted and kept telling him to use her mouth, just use it and stop the pain. "No", he said, "that won't do, you need to really request it, almost beg me to use your mouth”. She then started babbling again and told him to take her any damn way he wanted. He told her "I know you are almost ready but you are not quite there yet, you are not perfect yet", as he got up and walked behind her. "Remember my rule of three", he chuckled. She screamed and bolted and he thought he could see the bench actually lift off the floor! She pleaded with him not to hit her again. "Sorry baby, the rule of three applies". He knew that in her state she would think any contact was worse then it actually was, so he took off some speed but still located his hit so that all the force was directed straight into her ass.

    He let her cry for a while and then as she calmed he again sat down next to her. He had a warm washcloth in his hands and gently wiped her face. When she started to babble again, he shushed her and told her to listen carefully. He picked up a comb and gently brushed her hair. He told her to control herself and think before she opened her mouth. She nodded and listened.

    "One chance is what you get, so listen very carefully.” She kept on nodding as he continued: “I want you to offer yourself to me…sweetly, encourage me to use your mouth, detail to me the pleasure I’ll feel and don’t forget to mention your throat. Look at me with soft eyes, with pleading in your eyes and with no tension in them. I want to hear a gentle, sweet voice. I know you understand and I know you can do this. Also, you should know that I have no tolerance for failure now, and if you’re not absolutely perfect, then the next time you’ll have the chance to convince me, will be after you visit with my Lucite friend 3 more times. Understand"?

    He walked away for a moment as she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and thought of only one thing. Avoid that damn rod at any cost. She could never get through three more. When he returned he repositioned the bench so that her head was again higher, sat down next to her, folded his hands in his lap and waited.

    She lifted her head, looked at him with gentle eyes and he knew he was going to like this. She took a deep breath and began.

    "Sir, James, I am requesting of you to please feel free to use my mouth for your pleasure. I really want to feel your cock taking my mouth and using it as you see fit." She smiled warmly at him, even batting her eyelashes seductively, "Sir, James, I know that if you let me have your cock, I will make it explode with a pleasure you have never known before. Your cock must also use my throat and it will be open for you. Your come will bring me more happiness than you can know. Please,.. Sir.., your cock." She smiled broadly, opened her mouth and let her tongue slip out in an obvious invitation.

    Internally she was raging, fearful of a rejection. She didn't know if he would accept her invitation. Finally he stood up, moved in front of her and opened his pants.

    Part 4

    James was thrilled. Her mouth had been even better than he expected. Warm and moist, its constant sucking motion brought him sheer pleasure. Very quickly his come started the ascent through his cock. Marie knew the feeling of the moving pulsations in his cock and worked even harder to keep his come moving up and up. James called her name, and as she looked up their eyes met. He nodded slowly and slowed down his thrusting. "Open" he commanded. She knew what that meant.

    Even though she had never come close to this, she knew what had to happen. The thought of the rod was still the overpowering presence in her mind and if she had to, she would slit herself open rather than endure another session. He put his hands on her head and steadied her. With his cock almost out of her mouth he began a slow and steady assault into her mouth. He angled her face up slightly so his cock had an unobstructed path to her throat. With her head at the perfect angle she felt the first pressure on the back of her tongue. He never slowed, nor sped up, just a steady pressure.

    At the moment of truth, just before her gag reflex was about to come into play she heard him say, "If you vomit now, 3 more." She knew exactly what he meant and she took a final deep breath. Somehow, his cock did not stop and her throat put up no any obstacle. He slid into her throat. Both of them were thrilled for different reasons. He backed out, and then slid back in again, again nothing barring his way; a delicious tightness enveloped his entire cock and he was enjoying every moment. Marie, for her part was delighted too. This was easy, this seemed to be no problem for her, and she was taking him down her throat like she had been doing it for years. She felt relieved, but just for a moment.

    James liked the feeling and when fully extended into her mouth, held his cock there, not pulling back. Marie didn't move but very soon she felt she needed a breath but her airway was jammed full of cock. He sensed her mounting tension and tightened his grip on her head, not letting her pull off. "Swallow", he commanded. "Swallow my cock". She was not sure what he meant, "swallow"? Her mouth and throat were full, how could she swallow. The lack of air was beginning to affect her and she heard him command again, ‘swallow'. She forced herself to swallow and she felt her throat contract tightly around his cock. Only then did he pull out and she was allowed to breath deeply.

    "Yes, that's it, that's exactly what you need to do each time I’m about to enter your throat, swallow." She nodded her understanding and began to follow his instruction. What a feeling he was experiencing, like extra fingers massaging his cock deep within the warmth of her mouth. His come was not going to wait, it was right there and with the swallowing sensation all over it, it was going to be forcibly extracted.

    He started to come and consciously relaxed himself in order to experience the pure full physical pleasure. He pulled way back until her lips were just able to keep hold of him, and then thrust himself fully. She moved not a fraction of an inch backwards . His come began escaping from the tip of his cock and he again pulled way back, this time actually slipping out of her mouth. She gasped around for him and found his cock just as it was propelling itself forward again. This sequence continued until he was fully spent. He stopped his movements completely, with his cock deep in her mouth. She began swallowing again, draining the last pearls from him and cleaning him completely. He slowly pulled back letting her mouth finish working over each centimeter of his cock, until it just softly popped out.

    Both had smiles. She, because she knew she had avoided the rod and because she had done a good job; and he, because he had not only gotten exactly what he wanted, but he had left a glob of come on her face. When he had pulled out, she didn't realize that a trail of come had left his cock, hit the side of her nose and ran down her cheek to near the corner of her mouth.

    They both had calmed down and as he came out of the bathroom he heard his front door. When he came back into the room Michael was with him.

    "How did everything go?" Michael inquired. "Just the way I planned it to,” answered James. "Come, look".

    He led Michael to the raised platform and again tilted the bench over so Marie's ass was presented. They spent a long time examining her as James, reading from his notes, pointed out the effects of the various implements on her ass. "That must have stung a little", Michael chuckled, pointing to the three vivid reminders of the cane. Finally they settled on the crop James had recommended and Michael gave the go ahead to make one.

    He asked James how Marie had behaved and James gave a glowing report. So much so that as Marie listened to the description of her compliance, she began to blush. Michael was indeed proud of her and went around to soothingly tell her how much he loved her and how wonderful she was. James left the room while they whispered, then came back, raised the bench and started to unfasten the first restraint, Michael called over to him. "Hey James, what the hell is this"? James came around and saw Michael pointing to the line of come that had dried on Marie’s face.

    He demanded angrily, "What the hell went on here"? James calmly explained to Michael that he had only followed Michael’s instructions and when properly asked, he had used Marie’s mouth. "The stain", he said "was the residue of come that didn't make it into her belly".

    Michael was livid and shouted to Marie, "What have you done?"

    Marie sensed the betrayal that Michael was feeling and decided that since she wanted to go back home with Michael she had better fix this situation right now. She burst out in tears, screaming, "he forced me, I never gave him permission, you know I don't like that, he beat me and I still didn’t say 'yes', he was an animal, it was rape, nothing less than rape, I didn’t want to tell you because he was your friend, but he used me, raped my mouth over and over, Michael believe me that I would never agree to that", she continued sobbing while still draped over the bench.

    Michael was cold with fury and turned to James, "you son of a bitch", I only told you that you could have her because I knew she wouldn't let you, and now you do this to me?'

    James for his part stood with his arms crossed looking slightly bored. He turned and spoke to Marie, "come on Marie, I think you should start telling Michael the truth".

    "You bastard!" she screamed and turned again to Michael, "rape, he forced himself on me while I was tied like this, believe me!"

    Again, Michael turned to James and as he was about to speak, James held up his hand in the classic pose of "stop". He turned his head to a monitor in the wall and then using the same hand, he turned it into a pointing hand and directed Michael to the image coming on the screen.

    There was Marie, face relaxed, hair combed, looking up and sweetly inviting James to use her.

    "That bastard", she immediately realized, "he was taping me, Oh my God, Michael, Michael, what will he do with me?"

    Her calm words, fluttering eyelashes, invitation to use her previously unused throat, everything was on tape. Michael was nailed to the floor and couldn't move. At the end James turned to him and asked, "would you like to see it again"?

    Michael shook his head "no". Marie was speechless; she had lied to Michael and then lied again to cover herself. She started explaining in a rushed voice: "Please Michael, it wasn't like that, he beat me until I couldn't say no, believe me Michael I didn’t….."

     "Shut up", he roared back at her. She was trembling as she saw him unsure of what to do next. He went over to James and as he put his hand on his shoulder he softly apologized for doubting his friend, she heard him promise James that he would make her pay dearly for trying to sabotage their friendship.

    He decided he wanted to apologize for Marie by punishing her right then, in front of James.

    Michael moved the bench downward, lifting and exposing her ass again and went around front. She had her head down, ashamed and dismayed at the same time. Did she just ruin her life by lying to her lover?

    "Marie, as an apology to James I’m going to punish you in front of him." She glumly nodded her consent. "I hope this is the beginning of a string of punishments that you will never forget. James, bring me the crop you recommended." James brought over the crop and Michael slapped it into his palm a few time. "Are you sure this is severe enough"? he asked.

    James thought for a moment and then said, "you know Mike, take a look at this", as he handed Michael the Lucite rod. "You think this will do the trick"? Michael asked. James smiled slightly and nodded deeply, “oh yes, I think it will do the trick”.

    "Well then", Michael said, "since she is apologizing to you, why don't you do the honors?"

    Marie looked up in horror and began to shout and squirm when she realized that James would wield the rod, "no not that", but Michael just leaned over picking up a gag, which he unceremoniously shoved into her mouth, effectively shutting her up. They walked behind her and James took up his familiar position.

    Michael asked, "You think four will be sufficient"? James chuckled softly: "No, Michael, three, three will do just nicely".

    Marie knew this was the payment, the punishment she would have to bear for Michael's love. For her treachery she knew she would have to suffer through each agonizing minute, but she had done wrong and now accepted this punishment. Her guilt was overpowering, "why had she let down the man who loved her"? She decided then that this hard punishment was really deserved by her, and her suffering would lead her to love Michael even more.

    Just before the first stroke landed, she could not see that Michael gave James a big wink, as they silently high-five each other, big smiles covering their faces. Marie was about to be put back in her place.