Pen of Destiny
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Carl Beadle is hopelessly submissive to feminine power and authority, but hides his outward desires, transmitting his yearnings through written fantasies. A member of a writing guild, his deep desire for one obviously dominant woman, leads him to an act which results in those shielded but profound yearnings being exposed forever.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Masturbation Oral Sex
Cassandra’s cunt tingled with a spiteful desiring to punish, as she had Beadle suck the spiked heel of one of her boots as she sat and removed her coat, which he did with a desire of his own, emphasising his pleasure in submission to her dominance, and heightening her contempt and spite for him. Her cunt wet her panties with the realisation of her ease of triumph over a male she’d desired ownership of for some time, and her ego wouldn’t permit her to refrain from taunting him with dominant pleasure.
“Well, my thieving cur ... as we’ve established, there’s no going back now...” His longing to come in her honour, disgrace and humiliate himself before her, intensified as she sneered down at him, grovelling before her, as she removed her leather skirt. She enjoyed the moment as he studied her broad thighs and the silken panties which shrouded the cunt he now so desired to lick in submissive tribute, the gusset discoloured by a wet patch which would be so deliciously fragrant. She sneered as she picked a cane from an umbrella stand, one of many implements of punishment there.
“Strip naked! ... now! ... I want to see what I now own!” Beadle didn’t hesitate to discard his things, his anus tingling and a shiver sent up his spine as she cut the air with her cane, the sound delicious, and ensuring his erection stood rigid as his underwear came off, the sight bringing a contemptuous sneer to Cassandra’s face, his pleasure in submission to her, so apparent. She had his cock pulse to a hard erection with her next words, she, revelling in her victory over a male, the sexual thrill of her control over him, bringing a lusty tingle to a cunt which would be sniffed at and licked to her satisfaction when she was ready for it.
“Thieves need punishment, both immediate, and prolonged ... so that they pay dearly from the crime and know its consequences ... don’t you agree?!” She cut the air with the cane once more, then teased his naked flesh with its deliciously flexible feel, having her sneer wickedly on seeing his cock perk and pulse at its touch, in longing to know her authority with it as he squeaked out his reply in submissive earnest.
“Yes ... yes Madam Cassandra ... I deserve to be punished!” He gasped at not believing that those were his own words, and the predicament he now found himself in, his desire to come there and then, magnified by his own outburst, and it’s confirmation of his desire to be dominated in his own mind ... and the darkly erotic pleasure that relief awarded him as she flexed her cane again. Her cunt oozed with her own erotic arousal, as her triumph over him swelled. Though he was hers alone now, enslaved and for her pleasure, she couldn’t wait to show and humiliate before her female friends ... and her ego swelled about being one up on one dominatrix in particular, Miranda Peters; his humiliation before her would be doubly triumphant for her. She knew an orgasm wouldn’t be far off as she pointed her new pet to the bed with her cane.
“On the bed! ... face down! ... you’re going to have your first taste of my authority over you!” Beadle didn’t hesitate, and with his anus tingling with a fear which excited him, him quickly clambered to the bed, and with his erect cock thrusting at the sheets, he cowered in submission to her dominance as his nose took in the perfumes of bedding her body caressed. Though this immediate spiteful pleasure was yet to be had, Cassandra’s mind was already on tomorrow, and the humiliating accessories she’d so enjoy adorning him with. As he bucked at the bed in anticipation of his first taste of the cane, courtesy of the sound of her cutting the air once more, her cunt oozed with a rich and dominant arousal as she savoured her triumph over him. Tomorrow he’d know the true humiliation of that triumph, and would know the consequences of his theft would be as indelible as the ink it secreted.
Madam Cassandra Braithwaite sighed with a deliciously erotic pleasure as she pressed the cane against the bare flesh of his cheeks and watched him squirm at its feel, the spiteful thrill of having total control over him, exciting her as she then lifted the cane high.
“Now! ... the first of many punishments!”. Without further ado, she brought the cane down hard, her cunt tingling as she heard his cry as his flesh bounced under its cruel impact, she sighed with immense pleasure as she brought it down again and again in rapid succession, hand on hip in dominant authority. Beadle squealed like a girl as he was caned soundly, and though swiftly brought to tears which had her increase her vigour, a masochistic pleasure began to emerge from the pain as the humiliating realisation that he was willingly allowing himself to be thrashed by a woman, saw to it that he thrust his erect cock at the bedding. Cassandra’s sense of an absolute victory over him, heightened to a lusty level as she watched his reddening buttocks illustrated the stripes she’d made, rise and fall to greet the cane ... and edge him towards showing her the surrender of his seed.
“Come for me! ... come, and show me your defeat, and that you yearn my sadism!” Beadle was already committed to it before her teasing words, and the lust in her voice as she continued to thrash him, ensured he lapsed into a masochistic heaven that he could never have imagined. Dominated and thrashed by the leather coated woman he’d only just met, he ceded his submission to her as he shot his mess to the bedding in pure ecstasy. Cassandra added a cackling laughter as he pumped out his seed plentifully in an absolute submission to her, she applying the cane with a renewed vigour as he disgraced himself by her hand. She only relented when he was reduced to a quiver, her triumph then having him humiliate himself further.
“Lick your mess up! ... how dare you soil my sheets!” Beadle didn’t hesitate, and with his backside stinging from her discipline, his eyes streaming from its righteous application, her tasted his own seed for the first time as she tapped the bed with the cane and grinned with satisfaction, now openly nursing her aroused cunt with her free hand.
“The taste of defeat is sweet indeed, isn’t it my little thief!” He deftly nodded his head as he completed the task of licking up the salty expulsion he’d deposited in ecstasy, she, needing to feel the action of that tongue as she slipped off her silken panties and let them drop whilst she continued her taunt.
“You get used to that taste, because you’re going to learn to love it ... especially when it’s been shot by another male!” She laughed as he gasped at her words, she then retrieving her panties from the stilettos where they lay with a deft application of the cane, then having them hang in front of his nose, the gusset richly scented with her heated arousal which had begun from the moment of his capture, and had been added to, most liberally with her triumph over him.
“Sniff the gusset! ... sniff it hard!” His spent cock began to stir again immediately he took in the deliciously musky and slightly fetid scent of her sex, closing his eyes, immersed in a submissive pleasure at the aroma of the cunt of a woman who now owned him. Madam Cassandra Braithwaite’s cunt oozed the fresh arousal that warranted the service of a submissive tongue as she watched her defeated prize sniff longingly at the soiled gusset, his eyes now opening as he stared in wonderment at the moist cunt that had delivered the delectable whiffs he now sampled. She flicked the panties away from his attentions, and dropped the cane.