A Lady with a Mission (Forced Slavery)

“A Lady with a Mission (Forced Slavery)” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

She had already packed her things in a bag. Ready to leave. She had a mission and her goal clearly in sight. It had all taken far too long. She should have made her move months ago. But it wasn’t too late. This time she was sure. She would claim what was hers. By force if necessary. After proper slave training, he would be putty in her hands. She was sure of that. And if not, then too bad for him. He would have no choice. After all, that was his ultimate wish. Those had been his own words. She checked the contents of her bag one last time, grabbed her keys, and walked out of her house.

Assault

With the help of the navigation system, she drove into his street about an hour and a half later. He had no idea. She had found out in a devious way that he would be home. Alone. She was going to ambush him. She had set her sights on him months ago, and with that, his fate was essentially sealed. His “no” no longer existed for her. Hadn’t those been his own words? Spoken from a deep desire? Or from an ultimate fantasy, unsuitable for reality. That wasn’t her problem. She knew what she wanted, then and now.

He was perfect

She hadn’t seen any more suitable candidates. He was perfect. A combination of a sexy look, intelligence, humor, general knowledge, single, spiritual, interested in TPE, and not to mention, a big, sexy cock. Exactly the size she liked. Less suitable for confinement in a chastity belt, but she had since found the right size cage for him. There was one drawback to this slave, his stubbornness. He was not easy to tame, which had put her off in the past, but she had since realized that his resistance would only be a matter of time. Eventually, he would be grateful to her and kiss her feet out of pure desire and adoration.

But first, there was work to be done: slave training, and tough training at that! He would not escape her again.

Confident

She grabbed her bag, got out of the car, and walked confidently to his door and rang the bell. There was no answer. For a moment, she wondered if he wasn’t home, but then she heard a noise behind the door. Like a cat ready to pounce on its prey, she stood alert at his door. As soon as it opened, she almost knocked him over, rushing straight into his house.

She saw his shocked face, but ignored his reaction. He was clearly confused, and she had to take advantage of that confusion quickly. She slammed the door behind her—after all, the neighbors shouldn’t see anything – and grabbed him by the throat with her other hand. She pressed him against the wall, fished the handcuffs out of her pockets, grabbed one of his arms, twisted it behind his back in one fluid motion, so that his whole body turned, and quickly put the handcuffs on that hand.

Arms handcuffed

She quickly grabbed his other arm so that within a few seconds he was handcuffed and at her mercy. “Walk,” was her only command. He didn’t know what was happening to him, but he certainly wasn’t going to give up without a fight. “What is this?” he shouted down the hallway. “Untie me, NOW! I don’t want this! You know I don’t want this. Untie me NOW! I say NO! Do you hear me? I don’t want this.” She ignored his shouting, took a gag out of her bag, and quickly tied it around his head. “Shut up! I don’t like shouting!”

Despite his gag, he still tried to scream, for which she gave him a firm slap in the face. “Shut up, I said! Now go upstairs!” She directed him up the stairs to his bedroom. She still knew where his bedroom was and that’s where she wanted to go. When he seemed to refuse for a moment, she took the wooden slat out of her bag and hit him hard on the butt with it. They heard him moan through the gag. He realized she was serious and walked ahead of her up the stairs. “To your bedroom, and quickly!”

Over his ankles

As soon as he reached his bedroom, she grabbed him by the hair and pushed him forward onto the bed. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down until they were around his ankles and thrown on the floor next to her. He tried to prevent it, but every time he made a move she didn’t like, she grabbed her wooden slat and hit him on the butt with it.

There he lay face down on his own bed, one of her feet on his neck. He couldn’t move, his face pressed against the bed. While he lay there defenseless, she took the rope out of her bag. “Lie down! On your back,” she snapped at him. “On the bed.” To make sure he could do this, she took her foot off his neck. For a moment, it seemed as if he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to resist, but he also realized that this was completely pointless. Physically, she was his superior, and with his hands behind his back, he had little means of overpowering her.

Uncomfortable

Once he was lying on the bed, uncomfortable with the handcuffs on his back, she spread his legs and tied each leg firmly to the bed. When she was satisfied that they were secure, she blindfolded him. She pulled him up by his hair so that he was sitting on the bed with his legs spread wide. She quickly untied the handcuffs, grabbed one arm, and tied it horizontally to the bed with a quick bondage. He tried to defend himself and break free with his other arm, but at his first attempt, she kicked him hard in the balls.

He groaned loudly and abandoned his second attempt. This made it fairly easy to tie his second arm, and there he lay on his own bed, his arms and legs tied wide apart. Unable to scream or look around. Completely overwhelmed. Then, out of nowhere, he felt a sharp pain rush through his body. Followed by another and another. She stood in front of the bed and let her single tail dance across his body. She enjoyed the view of his chest turning into a maze of red welts.

Silence

Suddenly, it went quiet. She had left the room, gone downstairs, and left him there. Tied up on his own bed. Convinced that he couldn’t escape.

He heard her walking downstairs and then suddenly he heard the front door slam shut. She wasn’t going to leave him there, was she? He couldn’t escape. He felt suffocated by the idea that she wouldn’t come back and he would be found here after days.

Maybe by his mother! After all, she was one of the few people who had a key to his house. He didn’t want to think about it. She would be in shock. He tried to free himself, but it was impossible. She had tied him up tightly.

Hours

Minutes seemed like hours, and he had no idea how long he had been tied up there when he heard the front door open downstairs. He heard footsteps coming upstairs and had no idea if it was her or someone else. His body was ruled by fear, every fiber tense. Suddenly, he felt a hand slide over his body. His heart seemed to stop, until he heard her voice: “Well rested, slave?”

Despite the bizarre situation, he was happy. Happy that she was back, and that she hadn’t really left him alone or sent someone else to him. Even though he had no idea what she had been doing in the meantime, he felt somewhat relieved. He was even able to relax for a moment, allowing him to enjoy her soft touch. Her hand caressed his body. His chest, his arms, his stomach, even his balls and cock were gently caressed by her fingers and nails. He couldn’t help enjoying it.

Bizarre way

He couldn’t explain it. It should leave him cold, and yet… Yet, in a bizarre way, he enjoyed her claim on him. The power he tasted in everything about her.

Abruptly, her soft hands stopped, and for a moment he didn’t know what she was planning to do next, until he could suddenly see light again. She had pulled the blindfold from his face and also removed the gag from his mouth. “Can you be quiet now? Otherwise, I know another way to muffle your screams…” As she spoke these words, she spread her legs and sat down on his face. “Lick, slave!” came her clear command as she lowered her pussy onto his mouth.

He licked

He licked, what else could he do? His cock betrayed that he didn’t find this an unpleasant task. She too saw his cock standing proudly erect and found it difficult to suppress a smile. She had expected nothing less from him. She enjoyed his tongue and only when she was satisfied did she sit on top of his cock. Slowly, she slid her wet pussy over his cock and fucked him, her newest slave acquisition, until she came loudly.

“You have a delicious cock, slave, one of the reasons why I set my sights on you. Size does matter! Any woman who claims otherwise is crazy. When I fuck a slave, I want to feel his cock deep inside me.”

Metal cage

She got up and took something else out of her bag. In her hands, he saw a metal cage. She hit his still stiff cock hard. He groaned. “It won’t fit like that!” was her only response. As soon as his cock softened, she placed the metal cage around it. She carefully stored the keys to the lock between her breasts.

She gathered her things, untied one of his arms so that he could free himself as soon as she had left the house. He would have to do the rest himself. She cast one last contemptuous glance at her slave. “That wasn’t bad, slave, but next time I want you to lick better.” She turned around and walked away……

in the car, she looked at the key in her hands. His house key, which she had had duplicated in the meantime. Next time, he would be even more surprised by her arrival. She started her car and drove home with a satisfied feeling. “The slave training has begun,” sang through her head.

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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