How do you know when you're being stalked? Is it a gut feeling you have? The rising of hairs on your neck as you feel the leering eyes on you? Do you concentrate on the environment so that you may hear the stalker's footsteps?
When you walk down lonely roads at night, theres always a risk, being a man though, the only risk was robbery or murder or so I thought. I was certainly familiar with the streets, always had a knife in my back pocket. I've had to draw it several times, but never had to slash anyone, just make sure I didn't get hurt. It wasn't my first time walking back home at 2 am. My shitty job has a knack for giving me late shifts, which would be tolerable if the fuckers actually paid me well, so I could just drive home.
But alas, this part of my life was only temporary, no one is stuck in a bad situation forever. There is always a way out. But sometimes, it is extremely hard to find and execute. This night was almost ordinary. I had gotten that "feeling of being watched", but it felt… different tonight. Maybe my medication wore off faster and that miasma of anxiety would creep on my mind. Yeah, that must be it.
I quickened my pace, until I heard some fast footsteps. I whirl around, no one behind me, I focus my hearing and look to the alleyways near me. I stand my ground, always turning and turning, but no one, and no sound. The lack of sleep must be making me crazy. I just need to hurry up.
Some things in the alley to my left fall and tumble, I take off, no time to investigate, just get home. Thats all that matters now. Footsteps behind me, am I hallucinating?
Maybe if I keep going and don't look back, I can outrun the threat that might not be there and get home faster. I reach for my back pocket, but my knife is gone! Side pockets? No. I almost looked behind me but I don't have the time! I have to go faster! I hear them behind me, but far behind, I must get away, nothing else will matter if I don't. But they were faster than me.
A muscular arm curls around my neck and covers my mouth, pulling me backwards, the other arm grabbing my wrists and holding them together. I was too weak to wrest them apart, then I am pulled back, out of the streetlight. They turn me around, put my back to a wall, pinning my hands against it with one of theirs. My mouth still covered and eyes wide with fear.
"Got you…"
I find that my murderer is a woman, tall and strong, her calloused hands are rough against my lips. The left side of her face and black hair barely illuminated by yellow streetlight. I plead into her hand and struggle against her bind, but she laughs. A deep voice and a raucous laugh. In a quick motion, she frees my mouth and brandishes a knife. My knife!
"You dropped this, now its mine. And so are you."
A wide and toothy grin covers her face, she licks her long canine teeth in anticipation of my grisly end. I whimper in fear and plead for my life, not being too loud so I can save precious seconds.
"Oh honey, I'm not here to kill you, but I will be taking you."
Before I can ask any questions, I am immediately silenced by her mouth smashing against mine, the point of her knife right against my stomach, ready to disembowel me if I disobey.
Her mouth dominates mine and I'm completely powerless to stop her, I struggle against her any way I could, but she was too strong to fight off. She pulls away, a string of saliva between our mouths, I desperately catch my breath to recover from her assault.
"You're really cute, so you'll be coming home with me. Be good, don't struggle, or try to run. I don't wanna make you bleed… just yet."
I don't have a choice, she turns me around and pins my arms behind my back, and we walk to her car with me in front, pointing the knife to my back.
The walk back was agonizing. My arms were in a very painful bind, I made sure not to struggle too much, especially when she would kiss my neck and tell me to calm down. We walked back to her car and she throws me into the passenger seat, quickly coming to the driver's side. We speed off, out of the seedy section of the city and to the far outskirts. Off and away to a lonely house with far away neighbors. The whole drive, she would steal glances at me and squeeze my thigh. Animalistic instinct and predatory desire threatening to take over, but the human in her restrained against it.
Once we got to her house, she got out and I made a last ditch effort to run away and scream for help… For about 20 feet and I was caught and muffled again. My screams falling on deaf ears. One hand on my mouth, the other squeezing my neck, choking me in her anger.
"Stupid fucking whore!"
She tightens her grip, I try to apologize for being bad but the words wouldn't come out. My vision goes dark and my consciousness falls away…
When I came to some hours later, the sun had come up. I try to get up, but my left arm was handcuffed to the headboard of a large bed. I was completely naked, my bare body covered all over in bite marks, scratches, scabs, and various spots and trails of dried blood. That's when the sharp, aching pain hits me and I lay on my side. My right hand was still free, so I try to get the cuffs off. I check the nightstand for anything that might help me, but thats when the door opens and my captor comes through. Surprised at my sudden awakening, wearing a t-shirt and panties.
"Huh, didn't expect you to be up so soon." She closes the door behind her, "You can probably tell I released a little tension while you were unconscious…"
Thats when the smell hit me. Of sweat and sex. Thats when I notice the small spots of blood on the sheets, as well as the wetness and slime coating my hips and crotch.
"Already looking for a way out I see…" disappointed at my futile and minute resistance.
I try to explain myself, to not suffer her wrath and even more harm, but she hushes me.
"You will not talk unless I want you to." Stern and commanding.
I hastily apologize and then realize my mistake for a split second and she slaps me for my immediate disobedience.
"You're going to be difficult to train. Just do what I say and it will be easier for both of us. You especially. You don't want me to hurt you more, right?"
I shake my head, afraid to use my voice.
"Good whore… that's what you are to me. A slave, a toy, a vessel for all my frustrations. You won't have to worry about being anything more."
I nod, the tears from the all the pain and suffering that I know is yet to come welling in my eyes.
"You won't leave, you will keep all the curtains drawn, you will only go outside with me, you will keep quiet, you will cook and clean, you will satisfy all my urges, and you will not wear any clothing. Is that all clear, yes or no?"
The last shreds of confidence and defiance make me answer no, she smacks me for this, rightfully so and repeats herself. More emphasis on all the new rules. I break down in tears from all the pain now and all the pain that will come.
She approaches me, grabs my face in her hand and forces me to look at her. Squeezing my cheeks to make my lips pucker. My pathetic expression making her smirk for a moment, and then she kisses me. Her hand moving to grip my neck. I whimper in pain and little pleasure, her tongue dominates mine and coils around my mouth. Her grip tightens and I begin to choke and struggle for air. She loves this and relentlessly continues the assault. Never giving me a moment to breathe. I put my free hand on her wrist as a way of pleading for mercy, and she releases me. I gasp and cough and choke, fighting for precious air. She gives a deep laugh and guttural moan.
"Mmm. This is why you're here for me. You're such a fun little toy." Her eyes wander downwards, "It seems you're liking as well…"
I cover my crotch in embarrassment, she effortlessly reveals it.
"Another rule for you, don't lie or hide. Don't try to cover any part of your sweet body."
I almost make the mistake of pleading with my words, so I plead with my eyes.
"I told you what you're here for. You have no way to resist."
She pins me down, takes off her panties, and moves her hips over my face, she lands with her lips meeting mine.
"You know what to do. I shouldn't have to wait, slut."
I've never licked a woman before, so I do what I can. My tongue going between her folds and stimulating her opening. She tastes strange, like sour sweat, her smell filling all the air I can breathe.
She grips my hair tightly, "Focus on my clit!"
I move my tongue upwards and feel what seems like a bead, so I focus on that, lapping with the tip of my tongue. She moans softly and loosens her grip, so I go a little faster. She humps my face and holds my head with her hands.
"Don't stop!"
I keep my lapping pace, sweet-tasting fluids coat my lips and run into my mouth. She rides my face even harder and I look at her. Head thrown back in pleasure, then we make eye contact. I look away but she uses her thumbs to pull my eyebrows upward, signaling me to look at her again.
I keep my eyes down and she pulls my hair, shouting, "Look at me you stupid fucking plaything! Look at me with those desperate slut eyes!"
I do as she says and she humps my face harder and faster, I lick her clit faster but she pulls my hair again, so I slow down. She moans with heavy breaths, her fluids fill my mouth even more. She has to be close.
She fucks my face even harder, I squeeze her thigh to get her to slow down, but she continues. Eventually, she finally cums and my face and neck are soaked. She looks at me again.
"Good… fucking… whore…" she pants, she falls away to the other side of the bed, freeing me from her hips.
Lying on her side for a minute, she gets up with a start and retrieves a leash and collar from a nightstand drawer on her side. She collars my neck and hooks the other end to a bracelet on her wrist. She then retrieves a handcuff key from the drawer and frees my other hand. She embraces me, pulling my face to her chest, kissing my hair. I bawl my eyes out into her breasts, and she soothes me, petting my hair.
"I love you, I really do," she whispers, another kiss to my forehead, "Calm down, just be a good boy and don't struggle or disobey, and you'll be fine. I promise."
I have no choice but to believe her. What else can I hold so I don't go completely insane?
She holds me for a few minutes and gets up, yanking me along. "Come on, make me some breakfast."
Come along now. Don't make me wait."
I get up, the pain from all my wounds making it very difficult to flex all the muscles necessary to get up and stand up. My body ached and cried for rest, my mind resisted, fearing that I might make her angry again. The dark grey light of very early morning barely illuminating her figure and features.
She gave a snide chortle, "You're so fragile, barely able to walk with only a few scars and bites. If it pains you that much, I can get you some pain meds."
"Please," I say, "I don't want to anger you with my fragility."
The submissiveness in my words and the higher pitch of my voice disgusted me on the inside. Disgusted my pride, that would be broken in due time.
She fetches the bottle of pills from her nightstand and puts one in her mouth. She grabs me by the neck, and forces the pill from her mouth to mine. Making sure that I swallowed them by forcing her tongue all the way back in my mouth, then pulling away.
I cough and choke momentarily at this sudden attack, my struggling causing a wide serpent smile on her. I plead with my eyes, begging for some mercy.
"You're so damn cute. I'm gonna have so much fun breaking you…"
My look of pain was… arousing, to her.
She yanks along the collar, her strength almost making me fall, and she guides me to the kitchen.
"Make me something quick, use whatever's in the fridge."
I open the fridge, find 3 eggs and some butter, and walk to the stove, stopping for a moment and tugging my leash to ask for more slack, which she provides. I get the pan out, melt some butter over the flameless induction stove, and I crack the eggs in. I feel her eyes on my back, the same leering feeling I had before she took me. She sat there daydreaming, about further depravities, perhaps admiring the scars on my body, or just thinking of all the chores she wouldn't have to do.
As I'm lost in thought, staring out into space and almost forgetting what I was doing, not noticing her approach, I flinch at her hand on my shoulder. Briefly glancing at her, and then at the eggs, they weren't burning or overcooking, thank god, but they did need a flip.
"Where do you keep utensils?"
"No need," she says, whilst getting a fork from a drawer, "I'll eat out of the pan." She seasons her food and takes a bite, picking up whole eggs at a time, the dish finished in less than a minute, with very little mess.
Adjourning the pan and her fork back to the stovetop, she comes and grabs a beer from the fridge.
"I don't much care for the 'ideal time' to drink. I drink when I need to." She sneered as she cracked it open, as if she thought I was judging her.
"Can I make something to eat, please?" I request timidly.
"That is not how you address me."
I panic for a moment, wondering what she wants me say. I choke out the words,
"C-Can I have a meal, ma'am?"
She casts her eyes to me, an odd emotion held in them.
"You can have something later…" she says, narrowing her eyes. This odd look filled with surprise but intrigue as well.
I despair slightly, my last meal was 12 hours ago…
12 hours ago… I was living my life 12 hours ago. Not a happy one, but one with freedom I had taken for granted. About 6 hours ago, I was rushing home from a shitty job. The nightshift sucked, but at least I was living independently, wearing clothes, and aspiring for something greater. Now? Now, I am a slave. Her slave, a body and mind she owned through brutal violence.
"Hey! Hey! Were you daydreaming?"
"I'm s-sorry, you were saying?"
She smacks me for this. The force knocking me to the floor, my still aching body not able to keep itself standing. I look to her, whimpering with tears welling up, a deer-in-headlights look.
I cry into my hands without getting up, she yanks me up by the arm.
"Here, I'll make you feel better…"
She pulls me up into a deep kiss, holding me by the jaw. Whimpering and crying, I try to push her away but she pulls me closer by my hips. This assault only made me sob more. She pulls away and slaps me.
"Learn to appreciate when I do something nice for you! Little bitch."
I keep crying, her rage only increasing, she smacks me again. Squealing pain, she pulls me in for another kiss, more harsh and dominating. I scream into her mouth and struggle as much as I can, but this only emboldens her. She touches me, groping me until I harden in her hands, I try to push away her hands, but it's also futile, she continues until my cock gets fully hard. Pulling away, she says:
"You keep screaming and struggling, but I know your little whore ass is loving this."
Still holding me by the jaw, I try to shake my head to say no, but she holds me very still. Still stroking me, she returns to ravishing my mouth. Reaching so far back in my throat that I begin to asphyxiate.
She could tell I was choking, my resistance weakening from hypoxia fatigue, when I seemed on the brink of blackout, she finally released me. Coughing and taking great breaths of air, I fall to her feet on my knees. She takes my hand and lifts me up, berating me.
"Weak fucking slut! Couldn't hold me for more than 1 minute?"
"I'm s-sorry! P-Please be gentle!"
"Fuck no."
She embraces me with her left arm, the muscles flexing around my waist, an unbreakable bind. She strokes me with her other hand and gnaws on my neck. Sinking her sharp canines deep into the flesh. Her maw constricting my windpipe as my pleading is choked out. I unwillingly throbbed and twitched at this treatment, writhing in pain and pleasure.
Her teeth just hurt so good…
Pleading was turned to a cacophonous mix of sobbing and moans of pleasure and pain. She finally released my bloodied neck from her jaws. Teasing my tip with her palm, now wet with my precum. She freed my cock and ran her hand across my leaking wounds. A sharp flash of pain runs through my neck as I feel the callouses and roughness of her hands scraping my exposed flesh. She grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks together and coating them in blood, enjoying the pathetic sight of my puckered lips and teary eyes. She releases me and licks the blood off my cheeks and eye sockets, collecting my tears as her tongue ran over my face.
"God you're fucking lovely. It feels so good to break a soft, fragile thing like you."
Tears run down my bloodied cheeks, my tiniest resistance is a pleading look in my eyes, begging her to be gentler. She lets me go from her stranglehold. I stagger, falling bent over on the counter. Taking a moment to breathe and rest from the assault, I felt a slight relief, cut short by strong, painful grope of my waist. She pulls me by my hair with her other hand, back into her rough embrace.
This was her way of showing love, by satiating her sadistic desires, and digging her nails into my hips.
She gives me a kiss, this time much gentler, fixes my hair, and hugs me harder. Purring as she does so.
"You're so lovely and sweet, I love you so much."
I was at a loss for words, her demeanor flipping so suddenly. The look of shock on my face attracts her attention.
"Oh poor baby, don't cry honey, I won't always be rough with you…"
Too shocked to say anything back, I take a huge breath of relief as she finally releases me from her embrace. Her hands won't toy with my tiny body, at least for now.
"You can go ahead and cook something for yourself, honey."
I walk away from her to make some eggs for myself before she quickly closes the distance. Gripping my shoulder from behind and whispering in my ear:
"I'll need you well fed and strong for what I have planned later," squeezing my butt as she fills me with dread, then giving me a light spank. I yelp with pain, and she makes a deep, growling sound in response.
Everything so far has been horrifying and confusing simultaneously. She seems to be a better mood, so while she continues to fondle me, I muster the courage to ask her:
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
I sounded so timid and weak, it disgusted my now broken ego. Depending on the answer she gives, it may destroy it further.
She releases me from her hold, turns me around to face her, squeezing my face.
"Because… you're cute, weak, lonely, and thus very vulnerable. A big woman like me has a thing for tiny men like you. Someone I can control effortlessly, taking you for myself, and you are so helpless to resist." She cracks a serpent smile, fear grips my racing heart, "not just that you won't 'cause I made some empty threat, but you really cannot protect yourself from a big, strong woman like me. I didn't want my prey getting stolen, so I took initiative. I memorized your walk home, at what time, through what streets, and how to best corner you. I parked my car right along that path a little before you left work, and I stalked you right as you left that building. I could tell you got anxious, that you knew I was watching. Didn't help that you conveniently dropped your knife. Then I could really force you."
She gets even closer, a wild look in her widened eyes.
"Could you feel the love and lust I felt, you little fucking whore?"
The shock at this revelation grappled my mind, taking a moment to panic at hindsight. Feelings of regret, fear, and dread race through my head. Tears spill from my eyes and over her fingers.
She enjoyed my despondent expression. Keeping that same wretched smile. Before releasing me, she pulls me in for a kiss, I do not resist. I have to make her happy, so she won't be mad. I reciprocate, with slight enthusiasm. Our coiled tongues drawing moans from both of us.
Letting me go, I make myself breakfast. After the meal is done, she fills the rest of the day with chores for me to do, while she watches. Beginning with washing a sink full of dishes. As I get to it, she takes a seat at the island counter as I think about any questions to ask her. She seems to be in a better mood and has nothing better to do. Starting simple with:
"What's your name?"
"You don't need to know that, pet. You may call me by any honorific you wish. But I prefer Domina."
Domina. Fitting. Makes my mouth recoil and my mind submit just saying it, thinking about it. Domina.
"I know your name, but I won't use it. Pet, slave, boy, slut, whore. Whatever, those are all you deserve."
I look back at her, expecting a glare for asking such a stupid question. But I'm met with that damn toothy grin.
Refocusing on my task, I think of something else, her mood seems to have not soured. I think about this house, and the decent amount of land around it.
"D-do you have a job?"
I didn't look back, but I could feel her eyes narrowing on my exposed back.
"…A boring corporate job. Most days, they let me work from home. But sometimes the corpo fucks make come to the office. Those types are insufferable."
She moves her chair to lean back.
"Sometimes they make me stay really late too, and I get this close to quitting every single time. It pays well enough to afford everything. With some on the side. Living out here is cheap, but the stores are in the city, where the food isn't cheap. That's what pisses me off the most. I can't escape the influence of that shit city even while I live in the outskirts."
This implies certain things about her character and past, so I quickly but sloppily respond. The subtle frustration in her voice making mine quake.
"Are you f-from a r-rural town?"
Once again, her eyes narrowed on my back. Debating with herself if she should humor me and my silly queries. Taking a moment to do so, she answers.
"Yeah, I grew up on a ranch far away. Had to do a lot of work, it sucked, but I got to eat a lot of meat. Had to move away for better work opportunities. But I sometimes think about going back when I see the food prices."
Seems like I asked too much and soured her mood. I finish rinsing the last plate and put it on a rack to dry. I glance at the clock on the oven, 9:17 AM. The next task was to sweep the floors.
I asl her for a broom, she points to a closet down the hall. My leash having just enough slack to make it. The kitchen was cleaned quickly, so was the hallway and foyer. She couldn't resist ogling my body nor tugging my leash for a reaction. Sometimes a yelp, or a choke, she got her sick kicks from abusing her servant. Finishing with the hallway, the whole house was swept.
She gives me a kiss as a reward, escalating by pulling me closer and hugging my waist. Pulling away, and drawing out a thin string of saliva between our lips. Her eyes full of love and adoration, I couldn't help but smile. It feels good when I make her happy.
She pulls me closer, moving her mouth to my neck and biting down. I gasp in surprise and pain, quickly turning to a masochistic moan. Her teeth sink deeper and she touches me more, agony and ecstasy enrapture my mind, drawing out louder, more pathetic sounds. Hardening against her thighs, she moves them to stimulate my cock. Eventually taking it between her thighs. Wide and generous, but also muscular and firm. I buck my hips into them, the twinges of pleasure increasing in intensity.
Whimpering, breathy gasps, and moans escape my mouth, the stimulation from all the sources is too much. Resistance, defiance, the will to fight, all melting in her embrace as I near my edge. My whimpers increasing in pitch and frequency as I cum.
My silly pleasure-wracked expression makes her giggle. Her smiling face full of love. Some clarifying thoughts run through my head, that this situation is disgusting, dangerous, that I have a life to get back to. Those thoughts are shouted down by submissive ones. Its not so bad, my life sucked before, I'm finally making someone happy. I must submit, or she will hurt me.
"I love you, Domina, so much."
"I love you too, pet."