Chapter 1 A young dominatrix methodically enslaves a vanilla man

“Every time I see your cock I’m shocked, by how tiny it is,” Mistress Angel Fire commented cruelly.

Shane was naked and kneeling in Mistress Fire’s well-appointed dungeon. His little penis was hard and pointing straight out.

Standing tall over him she said, “Tell me how short it is Shane.”

Shane’s face burned in humiliation as he replied, “My penis is four inches long Mistress.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Wholly fuck that’s tiny!” she bent over at the waist and looked him in the eye, “I know exactly how short it is, I just like hearing you say it. I’ve honestly never seen a more microscopic dick in my life,” Mistress Fire mocked.

Shane looked down. He couldn’t look Mistress Fire in the eye. He stared at her red toenails peeking out from her high heeled open toe boots. She knew little about Shane personally, but she knew all about his kinks. As a professional dominatrix, it was her job to get inside her clients’ heads.

“Do you know what tiny dick losers can do for me?” Angela queried.

“No Mistress Fire,” stated Shane, as he managed to glance up at her eyes.

“They can entertain me; they can kiss my boots; they can debase themselves for my amusement,” Shane nodded and looked down at her boots.

Angela said, “Don’t just stare at them, get your face down there and sniff my toes!”

Shane dropped to the floor and held his nose to her perfectly pedicured toes peeking out from her sexy high heeled boots.

“That’s it Shane boy, that’s where you belong isn’t it?” Angela said.

Sniff, sniff, “Yes Mistress Fire, thank you,” sniff, Shane sniffed away, his tiny cock hard as steel.

She watched him cower on the floor and she noticed his wedding band. She let him sniff her toes for a long moment and then she dangled a carrot of Shane’s deepest and darkest fantasy. She said quietly, “Shane boy, what would your wife think if she could see you right now?”

Shane paused and stared at Angela’s toes. She said, “Kiss my toes Shane.”

Shane began obediently kissing. He was visibly shaking with excitement.

She pressed further, “Think about it Shane. What if I exposed you to your wife or, to your coworkers?”

Shane responded by kissing firmer and faster, Angela let him think about that while she watched him worship her toes. Then she reached over to the bondage bench where she had placed her phone. She picked it up and activated the camera. Very calmly and quietly she said, “Shane, if you turn your head, so I can see your face, I’ll take some pictures.”

Shane didn’t hesitate. His blackmail fantasy was overtaking him. He rotated his head, rested his face on Angela’s red toenails and looked up at her, Snap! Snap! Snap! Angela took three pictures.

“Don’t just pose for me,” Angela berated. She said, “Get your tongue on my toes!”

Shane complied, holding his cheek to the floor and licking her exposed toes. Snap! Snap! More pictures and Shane had never been more excited.

“Get up on your knees so I can get some nude pictures,” Angela demanded.

Shane complied; his eyes cast down. “No,” Angela said, “look at the camera.”

Shane looked at Angela as she framed the picture. “Stroke your dicklette,” Angela said.

Shane began stroking. His face was burning red and he was shivering with excitement as Angela snapped away.

She knew Shane loved orgasm denial, humiliation, and blackmail. She also knew that Shane’s penis was tiny and he got off on being mocked because of it. That particular kink was called small penis humiliation or SPH. These were just a few of dozens of kinks that she exploited in her thriving career. She was highly skilled at deepening her clients’ submission and tonight, she was gonna “expand” Shane’s world.

In reality, Mistress Fire was not a big fan of blackmail games. They could lead to a bad reputation for a legitimate dominatrix. She was simply enhancing Shane’s session by using his fantasy. Mistress Fire had other ideas for tonight’s session

Tonight Shane was gonna have a new, humiliating and somewhat painful experience. He watched closely as she walked away. He could see the cheeks of her perfect ass peeking out from under her black latex micro skirt. She was out of sight behind the door of a tall cabinet full of sex toys and supplies.

When she stepped back into view she saw the fear in Shane’s eyes. She was wearing a black rubber strap-on dildo. It was a realistic shape complete with a circumcised head and veins.

She strutted up to Shane, still on his knees. He could not take his eyes off Mistress Fire’s “penis”.

She smiled with glee at Shane’s obvious fear. She said, “Look at my cock Shane. Ask me how big it is.”

Shane looked up at his sexy dominatrix and he could hear the quiver in his own voice, “How big is your cock Mistress Fire?”

Mistress Fire grabbed the thick black shaft and slowly pumped it as she replied, “My cock is eight inches long. That’s twice as long as your pathetic little dicklette.”

She walked up to Shane and stood in front of him, her “cock” bobbing only inches from his face. She looked down to Shane’s eyes and said, “Shane, do you want to cum tonight?”

Shane nodded and said, “Yes please Mistress Fire.”

She smiled evilly and said, “I know you do. Well tonight, you’re going to earn your orgasm, the hard way.”

She moved close to Shane and grabbed him painfully by the ears, “Open your mouth,” she ordered.

Shane had never been so turned on and Mistress Fire could sense it. In past sessions he had hinted at forced bisexual scenes, pegging and blackmail. Tonight she was gonna use his own kinks to pull him deeper into submission. He obediently opened his mouth and she pushed her black cock past his lips. At first he gagged but then began sucking in earnest.

“No teeth! Just lips and tongue as you suck my dick,” Mistress Fire sneered.

Shane’s tiny cock bounced in front of him as he sucked. “Eight inches Shane, that’s how big my cock is. Don’t you just wish, that your cock was this big?” she mocked.

“Muh, uhh,” Shane replied, his mouth slurping away.

She watched him suck for a minute, then she upped the ante. She said, “Make sure you get my cock nice and slippery. That will make it go in easier.” Shane kept sucking with his eyes closed.

“Look up here Shaney,” Angela said. Snap! Snap! She took more pictures.

Mistress Fire said, “I’m going to bend you over my spanking horse and strap you down so you can’t move. Then, I’m going to fuck your virgin ass.”

She let that opinion sink in for a long moment. Finally she said, “If you want me to fuck you, keep sucking my dick.”

Shane closed his eyes again and sucked harder. She stroked his hair and smiled. She knew she had him and she taunted, “I knew it. You want to be my little bitch. Keep sucking bitch, make it slippery.”

Shane sucked away and she said, “I have lots of very naughty pictures of you Shane.”

Shane nodded as he looked up at her. She grinned and said, “I’m going to find out how bad you want to cum tonight.”

He looked up at her nervously and she continued, “You’re going to have to earn your orgasm. I’m going to strap you down and rape your ass. And while I pump this cock into your little asshole I’m going to collect all the information I need to own you. Do you hear me? You are going to tell me your wife’s name, and cellphone number. You’re going to tell me your boss’s name and email address, okay Shane? Do you still want to cum?”

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Mistress Angel Fire’s real name was Angela Firestone and she was a very successful professional dominatrix. She was startlingly gorgeous and took excellent care of herself.

She owned a nice condominium in an unassuming neighborhood just outside the city. Her neighbors believed she was a successful day trader and investor with a side company as a masseuse. In reality she was in the company of sexual domination and she worked out of her own basement dungeon. She had studied psychology in school but dropped out before she earned her degree. She lost interest in acquiring a degree after she discovered another lucrative career opportunity.

Years before, when she began school she had a secret that she kept from everyone, except her roommate Sarah. She was a virgin.

Sarah was more experienced in the pleasures of the flesh and helped Angela start to find out the power of her sexuality. Sure, being gorgeous was one thing, but understanding how her raw sex appeal affected men was a very essential lesson to learn.

The two young women dabbled in the erotic arts together but neither considered themselves lesbians. Sarah had learned how desperate her boyfriend would get for orgasms and she taught Angela. Sarah explained how her boyfriend would do anything for her when he was horny.

At the time, Angela simply considered that another reason to avoid dating. She didn’t want to be pressured to have sex.

During their freshman year Sarah made a discovery. She realized that her and Angela’s youth and sex appeal were assets that could be used to their benefit. At Sarah’s recommendation the pair began dabbling in the realm of sugar daddy and sugar

baby relationships. Sarah had heard about the generosity of older men so the pair spent a fair amount of time playing in that world.

In those circumstances Angela met an older gentleman who exposed her to an interesting dynamic. He was a self-described beta male. He saw her potential and encouraged her to explore professional domination. It started slowly, without nudity and it was not particularly sexual. Angela would accept foot massages and walk the man around his apartment on a leash.

She found it entertaining and he paid her very well. In time she found another sugar daddy with similar proclivities. Eventually their sessions grew to include what the second submissive man taught her was called CFNM which stood for “clothed female, naked male”. It was the beginning of full-blown female domination for Angela.

She researched and made an effort to learn more about this social dynamic of female domination. By her third year of school she was regularly dominating several men for money and she enjoyed it, both the money and the activity. She saw the potential for much more.

She dropped out of school to explore this new career. In a few short years she had moved on from sugar daddies and became a professional dominatrix. It was much more lucrative than just being a sugar baby. She created a bonafide BDSM dungeon in her own basement. She had many clients and an unpaid female helper who was just as much a slave as an assistant.

She enjoyed her profession on many levels but one thing bothered her. It was all make believe. She was an expert at helping her clients suspend disbelief. That was the main reason for her success, her domination experiences were so real that most clients became repeat customers. She even had one, slave Darren, who considered himself to be her property. In reality, he was a paying client.

Taking this path from a young age had an unintended effect in Angela’s life. She regularly interacted with dozens of men, and some women, but they were not relationships, they were company transactions. Of course there was no sexual intercourse but she couldn’t help but feel that she lived the life of a prostitute. Two essential exceptions were, that actually made more money than a prostitute and her work was legal.

Angela’s curiosity of the male psyche caused her to seek more. She challenged herself to discover a man whom she could truly enslave. Her idea was, to discover a man who had all the time lived in the vanilla world, with no exposure to the world of kink, then to meticulously and deliberately transform him into her sexually controlled slave. An object that would do anything and everything she said, essentially becoming her property.

These thoughts made her aware of the one thing she had never had from any man; true submission. In school, her relationships with her financial daddies were essentially company arrangements. They were nonsexual, except for sexual teasing.

On the other hand, as a dominatrix, her interactions with her submissive male and female clients were often highly sexual but they were role play. She was certain that most of her clients believed they were truly submitting to her but she knew otherwise. All she was doing was catering to their fantasies. Over time she realized that true submission could never grow from fantasy, it had to be nurtured from reality.

Her professional sessions were not without advantage. The more she experimented in the world of domination the more she learned how to use her sexuality to influence people. She became very good at using her natural sex appeal to drive men crazy with sexual desire. As time went on she thought if her clients simply had an unnatural focus on sexual things or if it was a phenomenon she could exploit in anyone.

What better way to prove her skill as a dominatrix than to sexually enslave a vanilla man? She resolved to use her sexuality and dominant personality to plant the seed of submission in a passive man and then nurture the idea to grow that man into her full-blown slave.

The first, and most essential question was, where could she discover her ideal candidate? With her experience as a sugar baby she knew that an excellent hunting ground would be in the realm of sugar daddies. She had learned that it was relatively easy for her to meet and “date” older men.

Plus, she knew from her experience as a dominatrix that passive men are easily manipulated. Their own lust can be used against them to get them to do, almost anything, with one major consideration; the process must be gradual.

She met and explored relationships with a few different men but none were ideal. She decided to maintain platonic relationships with some wealthy men since they were very generous. She continued to search for her ideal candidate. Little did she know, she was about to discover him.

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Jonathan Briggs was an average middle-aged man. He and his wife had raised three kids, only the youngest of whom was still in school. The other two had graduated and moved on to their careers. With an empty nest, he and his wife came to the mutual decision that they were happier aside.

Before Jon knew it, he had been divorced for a full year. He settled into a regular routine, albeit, a boring one. He was a successful engineer and very financially comfortable. Even with an alimony payment he had plenty of money.

After his divorce he moved into a nice condominium. Unfortunately most of he and his ex-wife’s friends sided with his ex-wife. That left him with a lot of time on his hands.

He tried to discover a hobby or something to keep him busy but he often found himself home alone at night, bored and usually horny. He did not miss his ex-wife but he did love her on some level. After all, she was the mother of his children.

He regretted marrying for the wrong reasons. It was a marriage of convenience, not attraction or love. In the waning years of his marriage he often found himself online looking at pictures of the type of women he wished he had married. Of course the internet was full of images of gorgeous young women.

One evening he noticed an ads for a match making service. It was geared to matching “experienced mature gentlemen” with “beautiful young women”. He couldn’t help but click through to the website.

A whole new world opened to Jonathan. The website purported to match sugar babies with sugar daddies. He had, of course, heard of the term sugar baby but he had never given it more than a passing wondered.

There was no cost to make an profile on the site, so he decided to try it. He created a username Jon1969; his name and year of birth. He put in his basic details including age, race, height and weight and zip code.

Soon Jon’s user account was complete enough that he could use the site’s search feature. He performed a search for sugar babies within fifty miles of his zip code. In short order he realized there were many more sugar babies than sugar daddies. He read user account after user account. They varied from women who were obviously prostituting themselves all the way to women who wanted to be “friends”.

There were so many sugar baby profiles that Jonathan decided to narrow his search. He used the website’s search filter to narrow the listings to his ideal sugar baby. He selected Caucasian which matched his race, slender, within 25 miles, and non-smoker. Finally he chose an age range of 25 to 35 years old.

Jon was surprised to see there were two dozen women in his area who matched those parameters. Most of the young ladies were gorgeous and, quite frankly, very tempting. Jonathan did not want to pay for sex, but he was hoping for something more than friendship. Maybe this was not the best way for him to discover someone.

Before Jon closed the website he noticed an interesting user account. The photo was a view of a woman standing on a beach. She was visible from her from her nose to her knees. She was wearing a tiny white bikini and holding an umbrella drink.

The unusual thing about the photo was the point of view. Whomever took the photo was below her, looking up, as she looked ahead.

Her body was striking. Her breasts were large with her nipples outlined in the snug white bikini top. She was slender and her stomach muscles were visible. Her hips were narrow but she definitely had a feminine hourglass figure. The tight white bikini bottom hinted at the shape of her pussy.

Her long blond hair was curly and cascaded over her shoulders. Her user account name was “StrictAngel666”. Jon read her user account name out loud to himself, “Strict Angel.” He looked closer at her mouth. She was wearing bright red lipstick with a subtle, almost evil grin.

Jon clicked, to open her user account:

Hello,

I am strict Angel. I am nothing short of a Goddess on earth. An angel from heaven, or possibly hell? I am twenty-six years old. By the time I was twenty-one, I realized that I am a rare creature. I am fortunate to be blessed with impeccable genes. I am 100% authentic. No hair coloring, no fake curls, no breast implants, no bullshit.

I am all-natural perfection. What does this mean? It means that all men and many women worship me. It also means that I don’t need you. I’m not on this website because I need a sugar daddy to care for me. I am here to draw you into my world. Here to entertain myself by bending you to my will.

I don’t need your money but, make no mistake, I will take it. I deserve the finest things in life. Don’t worry, I don’t just want your money. There is so much more to a SD/SB relationship than simply taking your money.

I know you want to be part of my world, don’t you? A world where you can get to know me and be a advantage to me. Imagine being seen in public with me, walking arm in arm. Can you picture the jealous stares of other men walking with their average wives?

What would it be like, to spend time in my home; private time? Don’t you wonder what happens in the privacy of my home? I know you wonder. What would you be eager to do to serve me?

Jon suddenly realized he had an erection. Just a few words on a screen from this tantalizing young woman and he was thoroughly aroused.

He was struck by her words, “bending you to my will” and “serve me”. Her confident words had struck a chord with Jon. This young lady had a perfect body and a confident demeanor. Her face was not fully visible but Jon guessed she was pretty.

He read the last part of her user account. It said, “My ideal candidates are males between thirty and sixty years old. I also enjoy the business of attentive and compliant, older women. Send me a respectful message of introduction. You will need to get my attention, I get many, many messages.

At a minimum let me know your intentions. Also, if your user account does not have a clear photo of your face I will expect you to email me one before we speak.