Amanda Grows Up

Note:  This is the last segment of “Amanda Grows Up” that I will be posting for all the great folks at Bdsmlibrary.com.  If you enjoyed the first 11,000 words of the story, feel free to visit my website at http://stores.lulu.com/jmplays   - There you will find the entire 34,500 word Novella “Amanda Grows Up.”  Also, check out the full 33,000 word Novella “The Intern.”  If you like Femdom, you’ll love these stories.  Coming Soon:  “The Johnson Family.”  It’s another enjoyable tale of Female Domination and Male Humiliation.  Cheers!

A feeling of power came over me as I disciplined Eddie.  I could feel my nipples grow rigid through my shirt and even some wetness creep into my thighs.  I was becoming drunk with power.  And wow did it feel good!

“Take that,” I said.  “Ooo, that looks like it hurt a little bit.  I got you good there, didn’t I?”

“Y-yes m- ma’am,” he stuttered like the fool that he was as I lightly batted his prized jewels around.

“That’s what girl power is all about, Eddie.  Don’t forget it,” said Roxanne.

We let him go and Roxanne ordered him to resume the hoop exercise.

After 15 minutes of jumping thru hoops at his wife's insistence, Eddie was spent.  As tough as Roxanne was on her aerobics class, it was nothing compared to how tough she was on her husband.  For one thing, the leash that connected his neck and scrotum restricted his movement.  He wasn't able to stand straight, which meant he was on his bare knees a lot.  And Roxanne had hardwood floors.  Plus, Roxanne made it a point to rush him around the room.  Just as he finished getting through the hoop, she was already urging him to reverse course and jump back through the hoop again.  It was brutal. 

Roxanne's complete dominance over Eddie simply amazed me.  Here he was scrambling around making a complete fool of himself while his wife sat in total clothed comfort on the chair ordering him around.  He was completely flustered.  Plus, it amused me that he would have no choice but to allow a little 18 year old girl like to me humiliate his dumb ass.  Were there other men like this one?  According to Roxy, they were everywhere.

"It's amusing, isn't it?" Roxanne asked me.  "To control a big stupid man this way."

"It's wonderful, Roxy," I said. 

"You can do this too, Amanda.  With your looks and your tight body, men everywhere will fall all over themselves to worship you.  Isn't that right, Eddie?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

"Show Amanda the respect she deserves as a superior female.  Crawl to her and beg to clean her boots with your tongue."

Eddie scrambled on his stomach to my feet and began kissing my boots.  "Please Miss Amanda, ma'am.  Give me the honor of cleaning off your boots."

I looked down between my little knees in absolute amazement.  "Sure, go ahead, idiot.  Lick my boots," I said.

With that, Eddie stuck his tongue out and began licking.

Suddenly, Roxanne's whip came slashing down on Eddie's ass.  "Amanda doesn't want your saliva on her boots, stupid.  Clean the soles, dummy."

Eddie immediately lowered his face to the floor.  I decided to make it easier on him by lifting my boots up.  Incredibly, he began cleaning the dirt off the underside of my boots with his tongue.

"Wow," I said, "You totally own him, Roxanne.  I'm impressed."

"Power of the pussy," she said again.  "It's that simple.  RIGHT, Eddie?"

"Yes ma'am," he said and then resumed cleaning my boots.

Once Eddie had completed the demeaning task, Roxanne said, "Eddie, you've been a very good boy today for our guest, as I would expect.  I'd like to reward you for your good behavior.  How would you like some release?"

Eddie immediately perked up.  He excitedly got up on his knees and put his hands out in a submissive posture.  He stuck his tongue out.  What control Roxanne had over him!

She turned to me, "Every couple of weeks I let Eddie's penis out of its cage and allow him to, shall we say, 'relieve' himself."

I frowned. "You mean jerk off?"

"Precisely," she smiled.  "You see, Eddie's not a real man, so he doesn't ever get any pussy.  It's only fitting that his controlled releases should be conducted in the most humiliating fashion possible and that means whacking off under female supervision.  Isn't that right, Eddie?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

I loved it!  To have a man totally debase himself like this was too good to be true.  I would have felt bad for Eddie, but I took great thrill in watching him get humiliated.  Plus, as Roxanne told me, he wanted this!  If men like Eddie truly wanted to be debased in every way imaginable, I was only too happy to do it to them.  I would take great joy in devising ways of tormenting them to near levels of submission.  I would make them bow down to my beauty, my perfection, and reduce them to objects for my extreme amusement.  What could be more fun than that? 

Returning from my thoughts, I noticed Eddie looked slightly downcast, so I said, "I think your words have humiliated him, Roxy."

"Of course they have,” she said, turning to him.  "Would you rather I DENY you release, Eddie?"

He got animated "No ma'am, please, I'm thrilled for the privilege of whacking off for you and Miss Amanda."

That was too much for me.  I laughed out loud.

Smiling, Roxanne said, "If you want to shoot one of your pathetic loads for us, then you need to beg Miss Amanda.  I'm putting the decision in her hands."

Again, Eddie supplicated himself before me and began to beg me - little 95 pound Amanda - for my permission to allow him the right to masturbate.  Can you even imagine?

I suppose I could have been coy and been bitchy about the whole thing.  Over the years, I've gotten a lot stricter about male orgasms.  But at the time I was just a budding woman who wanted to watch a man humiliate himself for my amusement.  So I said, "Sure, go ahead, masturbate for us."

Eddie then excitedly crawled over to his wife/master and she removed the key from her purse.  "Sometimes I wear this around my neck," she said, "as a constant reminder to Eddie of who controls his penis."

She reached down and unlocked him.  His offensive dangling tool finally had freedom!  It immediately sprang to life, to which Roxanne commented, "see, Amanda, how little control he has over that thing?"

He then positioned himself at the feet of his wife, spread-legged, while she sat with her boots nestled right next to his groin.  He began furiously masturbating himself while we watched.  Roxanne was used to this, but I was enthralled.  Roxanne, evil controlling woman that she was, took the opportunity to jab lightly at his balls with her pointy tipped black leather boots.  It seemed to slow his progress a bit, as she said with great pleasure, "C'mon, don't let a few kicks in your balls stop you, you bad little boy.  Show Amanda what a pussy-whipped pervert you are."

Was she ever right!  He was a pervert, and then some.  Suddenly he began groaning that pathetic male groan men emit when they are about to blow their load.  It's a groan I've become intimately familiar with over the years - the admission of pure defeat in the face of female superiority. 

He began shooting great fountains of semen at the feet of his female master.  His balls must have been full from weeks of denial.  He continued his groan of defeat as he emptied out the contents of his bruised ball sack at the feet of his superior wife.  His cum splattered on Roxanne's boots, but some landed on the floor. 

Back then I was young.  My response was a lot of giggling and a prolonged, "oh.....my......gawwwwwd!" 

But that was nothing compared to what I witnessed next.

"Get down on your stomach and eat every last drop of your disgusting pervert juice!" ordered Roxanne.

And without hesitation, Eddie supplicated himself at Roxanne’s feet and proceeded to lap up every last drop of his discharge.  As he did, Roxanne encouraged him in demeaning fashion: "You had better not miss a drop, bitch, or you know what will happen.  Eat!"

This was amazing!  Here we were in a world with so much pornography focused on women giving blowjobs and swallowing semen - something I would never do in a billion years - and here was Roxanne turning the tables on her husband and making him do the eating.  This was rich!  I noticed a spot that Eddie had missed and decided to do my part for womankind. 

"Right there, slave boy," I pointed, "Don't miss that drop."

He immediately complied with my command.

"Good job, Amanda," said a very proud Roxanne. "I knew you were a natural."

"I didn’t want to see you miss out on any of your snack," I said to Eddie, which caused Roxy to laugh out loud.

She then made Eddie once again get in submissive posture and thank us ladies for putting him in his place.

"Thank you ma'am, and Miss Amanda for forcing me to eat my load!"

"You see," Roxanne said, "I think the forced cum-eating thing is essential.  It's the ultimate form of female dominance.  You see, ‘A’ (short for Amanda) once they shoot their load, they lose interest in sex for a few minutes.  They get lazy.  It's at that point where you want to reinforce the notion of female supremacy.  And there's no better way than making them snack on their own gunk, right Eddie?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I could not agree more with your philosophy," I said.  "I can't wait to try it myself."

"Oh, you'll have ample opportunity," she said.

The rest of the day was more female triumph.  Roxanne locked Eddie's penis back in its proper place.  Then she made him fetch a paddle that hung ominously over the fireplace.  I could immediately tell from the look on Eddie's face that he wasn't at all happy with this development.  Roxanne ordered him over his lap as though he was a child.  Without hesitation, she rudely yanked down his sissy panties to his knees so his bare ass was now fully exposed for us.  Then she proceeded to blister - and I mean BLISTER - his bottom. 

I found the whole episode to be poetic justice.  Here was a woman, a wife, in a typical domestic scene, taking it upon herself to enforce her superiority in the relationship.  It seemed so perfect to me, so fitting. 

As she paddled him, she explained to me the importance of giving men regular spankings.  "Eddie needs this," she said, between smacks.  "It keeps him in line." 

To me, it didn't look like he needed it at all.  His ass turned bright red.  He howled and cried and begged for her to stop.  But his pleas fell on deaf ears.  Maybe I should have felt bad for the poor guy, but for some reason I didn't.  LOL!

Roxanne offered me the opportunity to spank Eddie and this was not an offer I could possibly say no to.  I smoothed my skirt while Eddie stood waiting, tears already pouring down his face.  Then I motioned to my lap.  He obediently climbed over it.  I was on the couch, so I didn't have to bear his full weight.  Then Roxanne handed me the paddle and I gleefully began to smack his already well-spanked bottom.  He pleaded and cried, but I took my cue from Roxanne.

"Cry all you want, sissy bitch," I said.  "This is the first time I've ever spanked a man and I'm not going to stop until I'm completely satisfied." 

Roxanne clapped her hands and said, "You're a natural, Amanda!  A total natural!" 

I hate to sound like a sadist, because I don't consider myself a violent person.  That said, the sound of the paddle whomping down on Eddie's inflamed rear end was immensely satisfying to me.  I considered each blow to be one small step for womankind, effectively helping to even the score for past male misdoings.

When I was done putting Eddie in his place, he hopped around the room like a little boy. The fire us ladies had set in his tender bottom was overwhelming to him.  Roxanne ordered him on his knees in front of me to thank me for disciplining him, which I thought was an exquisite touch. 

I'll never forget that first trip to Roxanne's.  We spent the next few Saturdays at her house, amusing ourselves with her husband.  It was an education for me, at Eddie's expense of course.  Over time, I became comfortable dominating Eddies, though Roxanne would say I was comfortable from the start.   

Chapter Three – Supervising Eddie

After a few months, Roxanne and I began to have sexual encounters with one another.  We spent many an afternoon exploring each other's intimate areas.  I won't get into too many details for all you male perverts out there reading my story, but let's just say it was amazing.  Nobody knows more about a woman's body than another woman.  She absolutely rocked my world.  Meanwhile, her sad sap of a husband was locked into the bedroom closet where he could hear every sigh, shriek, and moan of pleasure from our woman on woman interactions.  Given his pitiful predicament, it must have been hard on him.  I wondered what he must feel like, being all locked away in a hard cage beneath his frilly panties, completely denied like that.  Neither of us cared that much though.  We were having too much fun.

One weeknight in the winter, after aerobics class, Roxanne asked me if I might want to "baby-sit" Eddie for her that upcoming Saturday.  I perked up.  What a cool idea!  Anything I could do to help further a male’s submission was a splendid proposition in my book.  I was happy to help out my good friend.  And I welcomed the opportunity to take Eddie in hand.

Roxanne was thrilled at my willingness to help out.  "You won't have a problem," she said.  "Eddie is completely transfixed by you.  When I told him of my plans, I could tell he was turned on by the idea.  I made him confess his attraction to you.  He's completely unable to hide his emotions from me."

I decided to dress up for the occasion, since I knew it would enhance Eddie's frustration.  That morning, I took an extra long shower.  I basked in the warm water, watching it run between my breasts and flow between the indentation formed by my hips.  Then it ran down into the tuft of perfectly manicured blonde hair just below my belly button.  I grabbed a soft brush and lathered it up with special soap.  I was feeling sexual that morning, knowing I'd be crushing the male spirit in a couple of hours, so I pushed the brush down between my legs.  I spread them slightly, allowing the lips of my vulva to open like the petals of a flower.  I braced myself by placing my free hand against the tile wall.  Then I commenced rhythmically scrubbing my vadge with the brush.  Even back then, I prided myself on my cleanliness.  I sighed as the soft bristles began to work their magic on my clit.  It occurred to me that I was doing something Eddie wasn't allowed to do without female permission.  If it was up to me, all men would require the consent of a woman.  Imagine what a better place the world would be?  These random thoughts ran through my head as I finished carefully scrubbing the source of my control over the male species.  I moaned as I felt intense waves of pleasure come over me.

It occurred to me as I dried myself off and pulled my panties snug over my hips that I was seven days away from my period.  That made me pre-menstrual.  Bad news for Eddie.

I showed up late morning wearing a black leather miniskirt, black silk stockings and five inch pumps.  Eddie was in his customary position - on his knees at his wife's feet.  I noticed he was naked today other than his chastity belt and leashes.  In addition, Roxanne had attached the spanking paddle to a harness that extended around Eddie's waist.

"That way, you can easily spank him at the slightest provocation," she said.  "And remember," she added, "you never know when male pride can rear its ugly head, so don't hesitate to discipline him at the drop of a hat.  That's my philosophy."

"Don't worry, Roxy," I said, speaking as though Eddie wasn't there.  "I plan on being a very strict babysitter.  If he thinks he's getting a break from you, he's in for a rude awakening."

"Wonderful," she said.  "Today is Eddie's normal day to be released from chastity, so if he behaves, feel free to reward him.  Just make sure it's in the most humiliating fashion possible."  She handed me a key to his chastity belt.  "Oh, and there's a handy hairbrush in the bathroom upstairs if you prefer to use that to discipline him," she said.   

"Thanks, Roxy," I said.  "I'm sure there won't be a problem."  Then I turned to him, "We won't have a problem, will we?"

"No ma'am," he said.

“If Amanda gives me a poor report on your behavior, I'll see to it that you aren’t released from you chastity belt for six months," Roxy said.  We both laughed.  She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  "I feel so much better knowing he's being properly supervised by a young woman."  Then, she was off.  I was now alone with Eddie!

I stretched out on the couch and cracked my knuckles.  Eddie kneeled at my side waiting for instruction.  "Hmm, what to do with you?" I said.  "I think I want to ride you like a horse."

Eddie immediately got down on his hands and knees and I climbed aboard.  I grabbed the "reigns," that being his various leashes and gave them a tug.  "Giddiyap!" I said.  "I want a tour of every room in this house."

Eddie moved easily on his hands and knees.  I don't weigh much.  I sat straight up on his back.  Once upon a time I had taken riding lessons and knew how to ride high in the saddle.  I felt a spark of joy having him under my control between my thighs.  My bottom bounced up and down on his strong back as he moved. 

I spent the next several minutes bossing him around, ordering him from room to room.  When he didn't go where I wanted him to go, I hooked a leg beneath his nether regions and gently kicked his sheathed penis as a reminder of who was in charge.  As if he needed it!  He was the picture of obedience.  Roxanne had done a fine job with him. 

At one point, in an upstairs room, I noticed a thin yellow plastic whiffle ball bat.  Thinking it might come in handy, I ordered him to hand it to me.

After a while, I got tired of riding him, and ordered him to drop me off on the couch downstairs. 

I read for an hour, ignoring him, while his back acted as a supporting footstool for me.  I'm sure his knees must have been hurting him because I could hear him straining after a while.  But to his credit he remained quiet in observance of the edict his wife handed down to him:  "Don't speak to a woman unless spoken to first." 

"How would you like some freedom?" I asked.

He immediately perked up under my feet.  "Oh yes ma'am.  Thank you for considering it, Miss Amanda."

"Lie on your back and spread your legs," I ordered.  He did as told.

I got up off the couch and sat on his chest, facing his feet.  I grabbed him by his miserable cage and unlocked him.  He thanked me profusely, to which I had no reply.  Once he was temporarily free, I batted him around with my hands a bit.  "Ewww, you stink," I said.  "I suppose you can't help it.  You must have gotten sweated up when I rode you around like a farm animal."

"I'm very sorry for offending you, ma'am," he said.  "Please have mercy on me."  I noticed his penis immediately grew hard as the pungent odor filled the room.

"Wow, an instant boner!" I laughed.  "You really don't have any control, do you?"

"No ma'am."

"No wonder your female master keeps you locked away."

"Yes ma'am."

I got up and picked up the wiffle ball bat.  "We're going to play a little game.  It's a game I call 'femdom wiffleball.'  Stand up!"

He complied.

"Spread your legs."

Again, total obedience.

"Good boy.  Now, here are the rules.  I'm going to punish your balls, and your stupid penis.  If you can remain standing, I'll let you cum.  If you can't, I'm going to lock you up again – this time for good.  Are you ready?"

"Yes ma'am," he gulped.

I stood in front of him, twirling the bat in my hands.  This was going to be a lot of fun.  Because he had the leash around the base of his cock and balls, it gave his nuts less "escapability" when they were under assault, like they were now.  I stuck the bat under his chin.  Then in one smooth motion, I brought the bat down and back up between his legs.  THWACK!  The bat registered a glancing blow off his left nut before crashing into the intersection of his thigh and ass.  "Oof!" he said, emitting the sound of male defeat, although he was only bent, not yet broken.  He put his hands to his groin.

"Keep your hands away from your crotch," I ordered, haughtily.  “Don’t make me warn you again.” 

Even before he could stand back up, I nailed him again.  This time I overcompensated and delivered a glancing blow off his right nut. "oof!" again.  Oh well, at least each nut had now received a good racking.

"Stick your crotch out," I ordered, standing to his side.  He began to comply, but I wasn't happy with his progress and I let him know it.  "Stick your hips all the way out and lean back so those balls are completely exposed!" I said.

He strained to obey.  I then took a stance as though I was a real baseball player.  I even stuck my ass out and gave it a good wiggle.  I put the bat against my intended target, aiming carefully.  Then I took a ferocious cut.  I always was coordinated.  This time, I made a direct hit with the head of the bat!  Both nuts received the full impact.  "Owww!" he yelled and stumbled forward.  He almost fell to his knees but he avoided doing it.

"That looks like it hurt!" I said, giggling.  "You must really be horny to withstand this kind of punishment from me."

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled.

"What a typical male STOOGE you are," I said, walking behind him.  “Stand back at attention!”

This time I ordered him to bend at the waist and lean forward for me.  I held the bat up against his exposed gonads.  Then I took it away.  I paused.  Because I was out of view, he had no idea of knowing when the blow would come.  It was time to win this game.

I came up with a clever idea.  If I held my top hand over the very end of the bat, and put my other hand down a few inches and below the bat, I could create a mechanical advantage by pulling the bat rapidly up with my lower hand and pushing down with the upper hand.  I was confident this would put him on the floor where he belonged.  With that, I snapped my hands in opposite directions.  The bat whipped through the air and came flying up toward my intended target with fantastic speed.

The bat shot up between his legs and crashed with ferocity into his sad sack. THWWWACCCCCCK!   A direct hit!  "Uhhhhhhhhh!" he yelled in utter defeat.  His hands shot to his groin in an instinctual, albeit late reaction to my assault.  His legs immediately gave way as he collapsed on the floor. I couldn't help but issue a little squeal of sheer joy as I watched his latest demise unfold before my eyes.

As I stood over him, I felt a spark of pleasure reverberate from deep within my vagina.  I busted him really fucking good.  Just thinking back to that moment gives me a twinge of satisfaction.

"Looks like I win, you lose.  What else is new?" I said laughing at him.  Then I ordered him to look up at me. "No or-gasms for lo-sers," I sang tauntingly.

The look of anguish on his face as he realized I was serious about denying him was priceless.

"Oh, please, supreme Miss Amanda.  I need relief," he said, still holding his groin.

"Haven’t you learned by now?  Begging will get you nowhere.  In fact, I see I need to take you in hand again.  Get across my lap.  Face up.  NOW!" I ordered, looking down at him.

He scrambled to his feet.  I could see his eyes filled with tears. 

"Crying won't help either," I said, sitting down on the couch.  “I’m completely immune to male tears.”  I pointed down to my lap.  He lay across my legs, his ass resting on my thighs.

"Spread your legs," I commanded.  "Make it as easy as possible for me to take you by the balls."

I wanted his back arched more, so I ordered him to move the top part of his torso off the couch and brace himself on the floor with his outside hand.  Now he was properly exposed.  I reached in and took firm hold of his scrotum.  His penis had begun throbbing, and it pulsated against his stomach.  Clear liquid oozed from the tip. 

"There," I said, shifting slightly, the picture of female dignity in stark contrast to the disheveled and defeated male splayed lewdly across my lap.  "I'm going to interrogate you now and if I'm satisfied with your answers, you might just get a chance to splooge."

"Yes ma'am, thank you Miss Amanda," he grunted with a degree of hope.

I loved the feeling of being in complete charge of his emotions.  Roxanne was right - there was no substitute for the chastity belt.  Its effect on men was amazing.  I pulled his balls away from his body in such a manner that his penis was forced away from his stomach.  It stood not so proudly at attention.  It occurred to me it was saluting its female master.  As it rose from his stomach, it brought with it a gooey line of pre-cum.  When exposed, men are such slobs.

"You seem to be awfully excited," I said.  "Why is that?" 

"It's you, ma'am," he said.  "Your perfect little body does it to me."

"Continue," I said.

"I, I, I'm infatuated by the way you smell.  The way you move.  The way you so easily control me."

"You mean like this?" I said.  And with that I took my free hand and casually backhanded his penis.  A 'FWAP' broke the silence of the room.  His penis slapped against his stomach, but I pulled it back to unwilling attention with a simple yank on his balls.  Again I gave him a good backhanded 'FWAP.'  He groaned.

"This is too much fun," I said.  "How does it feel to be the puppet of a 95 pound girl?" I asked, giving him another good fwapping.

"Humiliating, ma'am," he said.  "But, but, you make me feel safe, be-, because I'm under the control of a superior being." 

"Wow," I said.  "You brown-noser," I slapped him again.  "I think you're just saying that so I'll let you cum." Again, ‘FWAP.’

"No ma'am, I mean it," he whined.  Our eyes made contact and I could tell he was being genuine.  It's impossible for a man to lie when he's taken properly in hand. 

Ever since I first saw Roxanne force Eddie to eat his own load, I had been conjuring up ways of enhancing the humiliation factor of forced cum-eating.  Even at that early age, I felt that forcing a man to eat his own ejaculate was the most cathartic experience in womankind.  I had an idea I was now going to put into play.

"I’ve decided to let you cum, but it's going to be on my terms," I said.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you, ma’am,” he said pathetically.

"Okay, calm down, retard.  Go to the kitchen and get a saucer," I instructed.  He started to go, but I ordered him to stop. "I want you to put some ingredients on the saucer:  a tablespoon of flower, and dash of salt and pepper.  Then hurry back to me."

He moved incredibly fast.  It's amazing what a chastised man will do when given the rare opportunity to orgasm.

I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen.  "Hurry up!" I yelled in the bitchiest tone I could summon up.  It wasn’t that I was in a rush.  I just enjoyed being bossy.

He came rambling back in with the plate and got on his knees in front of me.

"I'm going to hold the plate," I said.  "You know what to do.  I'm sure you've done it many times before."

He began pumping away.  "Here, let me give you some lubrication," I said, clearing my throat.  I hacked up a big wad of spit.  "Stick your dipstick out, jackass!" I commanded.  He thrust himself toward me and I responded by spitting on his face.  It was beautiful.  "There's your lube," I said.  And wouldn't you know it, dog that he was, he used my spit  to massage his boner. 

"Make sure you get my permission to cum," I ordered.  Goodness, was I a total bitch.  And I loved it.

Within 30 seconds, he indicated he was ready to shoot.  He asked for permission, but I would not grant it to him.  "Uh uh, not yet," I said.  "Stay on edge though in case I change my mind."

He stayed on edge while I lectured him.  "You do realize, I can come whenever I want.  As can Roxanne.  We don’t need anyone’s permission like you, you pussywhipped cum-eating wimp."  I laughed at the insult I had just delivered.  I swore I could see his teeth chatter as I taunted him.  I stuck my foot out and jiggled his balls.  "Keep at it.  I’m not ready to give you my permission yet."  He groaned.

I looked at my watch.  “Five more minutes, and maybe I'll show some mercy on you.” 

Finally, the five minutes were up.  Eddie was totally consumed by his desire.  I was getting bored and felt like finishing him off.  I positioned the saucer below his pulsating universe and said, "Go ahead.  You have my permission to relieve yourself.  But if you get a drop on Roxanne's floor, you'll be sorry."  I had positioned the saucer at an awkward angle for him.  It forced him to bend his cock down and lean forward to avoid spraying his junk all over the place.   

Soon he began moaning in submissive pleasure and then began spurting his goo into the saucer.  Due to the force of his orgasm and the way I positioned the saucer, splash-over was inevitable.  A drop or two hit the floor.  He groaned and as he did I mimicked his stupid male orgasm noises.  I told him he was a stupid wanker and a monkey spanking imbecile.  It was fantastic.  I could feel the heat between my thighs as I berated him.

His impressive load mixed with the flour/salt/pepper on the saucer.  He panted with relief.  "Thank you mistress," was all he said.

"You can show your appreciation by being a good boy and gobbling up your mess," I said.  He looked down forlornly at the task in front of him.

"That's right.  You know the rules around here.  Enjoy.”  I handed him the saucer.  "Be sure to mix it in with the flour.  Make it a more appreciable meal," I said, laughing and staring deep into his eyes.

I slid one of my pumps under his balls to help remind him of his place.  At the same time, I reached out and grabbed his ears, pulling him down toward the plate.  "C’mon, I’ll tolerate no hesitation whatsoever.  Look your female superior in the eyes when you eat your sperm," I said.  We locked eyes.  “Now…eat your thick custard,” I said, triumphantly.

He immediately stuck his tongue out and began ingesting his discharge.  He knew from the look in my eyes that it wasn’t a choice for him.  Victor (me) and Vanquished (him) connected so beautifully at the point of conquest.  Suddenly he began gagging and having trouble cleaning his mess.  I laughed and said, "finish it up."  He paused for a moment as he tried to gather himself.  I didn't like it.  So I let go of his ears and dropped down beside him on the floor.  I reached my hand down and scooped up his deflated ball-sack, immediately putting it in a vice-grip.

"Finish your disgusting meal," I cooed in his ear.  "C’mon, you shouldn’t need my encouragement.  Obey me, now!" I snapped, looking deep into his eyes, almost hypnotically, in total control.

After he ate every drop, actually chewing on some of the flowery portions, I pointed toward the floor.  He lapped up the drops he missed.  I pushed down on the back of his  head for emphasis.  Then I stood and ordered him to look up at me again.  For reasons I could never completely understand, I felt it necessary to be a complete bitch in my handling of Eddie.  It felt so fucking good!  Cunt power was a beautiful thing.  As I stood over him, I could feel myself thrusting my hips forward ever so slightly.  Putting my femininity proudly on display in the face of a cowering defeated male.  I was conscious of the smooth hump of female power as I thrust my midsection out over my inferior and looked down on him while pondering his next humiliation.

“ Time for your spanking,” I said.  He looked up at me, totally deflated.  “That’s right,” I said. “It’s clear you need another lesson in respect for women.  In light of that, I’ve decided to spank you in every room in the house.  That way, wherever you go you’ll have memories of a girl half your age and half your size making you sob.”

Rather than put this silly man over my lap in each and every room.  I came up with a better idea.  I had him stand on his tip-toes in each room, while I took the paddle by his side and gave him five good whaps.  Each time I dished out punishment, he would stumble forward and I would order him back on his tiptoes.  By doing it this way, I effectively spanked him from one side of the room to the other.  H e could not escape me.  By the second room, he was crying as I promised he would be, but I didn't care.  Roxanne told me to ignore the tears and that's just what I did.  When I finally covered the seven rooms of the house, his bottom was bright crimson and he was a very sorry male animal.  I capped things off by seating myself comfortably on a dining room chair, then ordering him to get the hairbrush and a mirror (Roxanne's suggestion).  I then proceeded to just plain blister the most tender region of his bottom from one side to the other as he kicked and screamed and begged and sobbed.  Once again, it was a thing of beauty.  I was completely unsympathetic to his plight as I spanked him again and again.  I was in a zone.  The mirror enabled me to witness the agonized look on his face, and it forced him to watch the composed face of his female supervisor as I made him the object of my ridicule.

“Pleeeeease stop, ma’am,” he begged between sobs.

I just laughed and said, “shut up – you’re only making it worse for yourself.”  Then I spanked him some more.

When it was over, his penis had been reduced to a two-inch gherkin.  He lay at my feet on his side, crying loudly.  I grabbed his chastity belt and locked him away without the slightest resistance.  Then I stood over him, hands on my once-again thrust-out hips.  "There.  Now that's what I call a well-spanked man."  His response to that was more tears.  I decided to take pity on him.  I took him by his leash to the bathroom and had him stand in front of the mirror while I rubbed lotion on his red-hot ass.  He continued to sob, so I reached around his body and began teasing his nipples with my slender fingers and long nails.  This got him preoccupied with pain in his penis, which again began to strain against his chastity tube.  He put his hands to his crotch and groaned in pain. “There,” I taunted him in the mirror.  “Look at the bright side.  At least I made you forget about your well-spanked ass for the moment.”  I grabbed his chin and laughed in his face.  Then I reached back with my hand and gave his sore ass one last smack for emphasis.  He was so sensitive that he thrust his hips forward and banged his caged penis on the edge of the bathroom sink.  LOL!

When Roxanne got home, we sat together on the couch.  I gave her a full report of the afternoon's festivities, while she forced Eddie's head between her thighs, so he could smell the object of his destruction.  She laughed when she heard the details.  When I told her of my method for forced male cum-eating, she said it was a great idea and she loved the fact that Eddie had gagged.

She then forced Eddie back onto his knees and made him clean the bottom of my heels and then her own while we sipped tea.

By the time the year was over, I headed into Freshman Year of college well versed in the art of female domination.