Pen of Destiny
Copyright© 2025 by Midsummerman
Chapter 4
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Beadle’s heart raced as he heard her approaching footsteps in those tall boots, and raced even harder on hearing the creak of her leather outfit, his cock rising to an immediate rigidity ... despite him having disgraced himself twice upon her sheets. His eyes illuminated as he sniffed hard at the gusset, wondering how this caning would feel, now he’d well and truly earned it. Cassandra gave him a cynical smile, edged with contempt, masking her true desire and deep sexual pleasure at having successfully sourced him and claimed him as her property. She sneered as she placed her bag close to the bed, picking up a cane, and poking his naked torso with it teasingly.
“Let’s see if you’ve been good whilst I’ve been away...” She flicked his buttocks with her cane, showing her intent.
“Roll to one side ... now!” He did so sheepishly, longing to feel that cane again, and she laughed in a mocking tone as she spied the damp patches and milky issues on her sheets.
“Well ... what a surprise ... I see you’ve been thinking of me whilst I was away, sourcing some gifts for you...” She flexed the cane between her hands, then cut the air with it, the sound making his cock perk as he wondered on the ‘gifts’.
“ ... you’ll have a sound thrashing, then I’ll award you something to prevent such animal behaviour!” Her cunt tingled to a pert arousal as she savoured his flesh, what a treat it would be to show him to her friends, put firmly in his place, dominated. Her nipples poked hard through her black silk blouse as she brought the cane down with spiteful intent. Beadle yelped through the gusset as the crack of the cane against his flesh resonated the stinging pain though him, his head turned so’s he could watch the woman who now owned him deliver just punishment. As the cane came down again and again, he marvelled at the mature woman’s poise and elegance as she enjoyed striping his exposed buttocks.
He gasped as that movement grew quicker as he thrust his cock at the sheets uncontrollably, her sneer growing to a victorious smile as she saw the contortions in his face ... victory was hers. He grunted through the gusset as the semen burst from his cock to spoil the sheets for a third time, this time, in an ecstasy of masochistic lust. As Cassandra saw to it that his spurts were complimented by vigorous applications of the cane, she knew his tongue was going to be of extra obedient service to her when she relented.
Overcome herself with sexual arousal, she dropped the cane, and pulling her sodden panties down over her long boots, she barked a command at the still writhing Beadle.
“Roll over! ... face up!” He watched semi-mesmerised by his already erotically charged ordeal, as she ascended the bed with a look of wanton intent, wrestled with her tight leather skirt ... and exposed her gloriously aroused cunt for his inspection, before straddling him, and consuming his face with it’s essences and perfumes. Beadle snorted for breath in a rapture of his own as the deliciously lubricated flesh of her labia glided and ground into his face, the tastes and aromas having him longing to come yet again ... but this was to be something he’d be cruelly - and erotically - denied.
His cock was soon brought to that desired erection as Cassandra’s motions became more vigorous, his nose and tongue now treated to the tangs and perfumes of her very sticky anus too, both it and her cunt now slipping lustily across the contours of his face in her search for a heated orgasm. His nose and tongue met with her poking clitoris again and again, as it did with the lush texture of her rosebud, and his cock perked needingly as she let out a moan of blissful and ecstatic contentment on laspsing into a divinely dominant orgasm. Rocking backwards and forwards till thoroughly sated, her mind went to the gifts as she let her skirts drop, covering his face while she smiled wickedly.
“Time for you to have a few things which will well and truly have you know your place from now on.” As Beadle sniffed at the delicious scents, his buttocks cheeks still tingling from the caning, his face wet with having been ridden and used by her, he had assumed that he well and truly knew his place below her as it was, but he was to know humiliations which would have him losing to come. Her grin grew all the more wicked as she dismounted him, and was pleased to see that his manhood was in a state of semi-erection, despite having spent three times that morning. It suited her spite in awarding him the first item. She sneered with dominant pleasure as she took the first item from the bag.
“Let’s see that cock and balls of yours!” Already conveniently on his back, she smiled as she took in his look of fear, on taking in the black balls of a device which mimicked his testicles ... and a shiny steel, downward facing cock tube, the shiny dome with its pee slot, looking justifiably menacing. He gasped and cried out as his balls were cupped by the black casing, and she took great pleasure in forcing his larger than flaccid cock into the steel prison, enjoying his whimpering with both the discomfort, and the knowledge that he’d not come till she was ready. The feeling of total impotence imposed by her as she snapped the device closed and secured its tiny lock, had him erect within it ... and know its extra speciality. Madam Cassandra Braithwaite, the keeper of the key, grinned as he grimaced on discovering its full cruelty.
“There! ... I see you’re beginning to enjoy the three spikes within the dome...” She grinned as he gasped and contorted his face and torso as the bell of his cock met with the spikes, the combination of the sweet pain and the feel of the controlling device about his imprisoned cock and balls, exciting a masochistic lust within him ... and ensuring the spikes did their wicked duty in full. She sighed with dominant pleasure at his writhing.