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Unconventional Methods - part 2
You lead Detective Grant Dawson into your private dungeon, his eyes widening in both fear and excitement as he takes in the sight. The room is dimly lit, with flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room stands a large, wooden X-shaped cross, adorned with leather cuffs and chains.
‘Welcome to my lair,’ you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘I hope you find it … accommodating.’
Detective Dawson swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He tries to maintain his composure, but you can see the mixture of fear and arousal in his eyes.
You walk over to a nearby table, laden with an assortment of BDSM toys and devices. You pick up a riding crop, testing its weight in your hand before turning back to face Detective Dawson.
‘Tell me, Detective,’ you say, your voice low and seductive. ‘What is it that attracts you to being dominated?’
Detective Dawson hesitates, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks you in the eye. ‘I … I don’t know,’ he admits. ‘It’s something that’s always been there, this desire to give up control, to be at someone else’s mercy.’
You nod, your lips curling into a smile. ‘And what do you fantasize about when you think of being dominated?’
Detective Dawson shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks flushing red. ‘I … I imagine being tied up, helpless, while someone … someone like you, does whatever they want to me.’
You raise an eyebrow, the smile on your face growing wider. ‘And what would that someone do to you?’
Detective Dawson’s voice is barely a whisper as he confesses his deepest desires. ‘They would … they would hurt me, but in a good way. They would make me feel things I’ve never felt before.’
You walk over to him, your hips swaying seductively with each step. You stand mere inches away from him, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off your body.
‘And what if that someone was me?’ you ask, your voice a soft purr. ‘What if I made you feel things you never thought possible? Would you submit to me, Detective Dawson?’
Detective Dawson looks into your eyes, his own filled with desire and apprehension. He hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. ‘Yes,’ he whispers. ‘I would submit to you.’
You smile, satisfied with his response. ‘Good,’ you say, your voice firm and commanding. ‘Because tonight, I’m going to show you what it means to be truly dominated.’
You grab his arm and lead him over to the X-shaped cross, binding his wrists and ankles with the leather cuffs. Once he’s secured, you step back to admire your handiwork, running your fingers over the smooth wood of the cross.
Detective Dawson looks at you pleadingly, his body tense with anticipation. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ he asks, his voice trembling slightly.
You smile, your eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘Oh, I have plenty of ideas,’ you say. ‘But first, let’s start with something simple.’
Reaching out, you trace a finger along the side of Detective Dawson’s face, his skin flushing red beneath your touch. You move your hand down to his chest, circling his nipples with your fingertips until they become hard and erect.
Detective Dawson gasps, his body arching towards your touch. Encouraged by his reaction, you continue to tease him, moving your hands lower to caress his stomach and thighs.
‘You like this, don’t you?’ you ask, your voice a low growl. ‘You like being touched, being dominated.’
Detective Dawson nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps. ‘Yes,’ he moans. ‘I … I can’t help it.’
You laugh, the sound cold and cruel. ‘Of course you can’t,’ you say. ‘That’s what makes this so much fun.’
Grabbing the riding crop, you stroke it gently against Detective Dawson’s chest, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the blow. You bring the crop down hard, the leather striking his flesh with a resounding crack.
Detective Dawson cries out, his body jerking in response to the pain. But even as he writhes in discomfort, you can see the desire burning brightly in his eyes.
You continue to strike him, alternating between his chest and his thighs, each blow more forceful than the last. Detective Dawson’s cries grow louder, but he doesn’t ask you to stop. Instead, he seems to revel in the pain, his cock growing harder with each strike of the riding crop.
Finally, you put down the crop and step back to admire your handiwork. Detective Dawson’s chest and thighs are covered in red welts, his skin glistening with sweat. He looks at you with a mixture of pain and pleasure, his eyes filled with adoration.
‘You did well, Detective,’ you say, your voice soft and soothing. ‘But our night is just beginning.’
Reaching out, you trace a finger along the length of his cock, causing him to moan in pleasure. You smile, knowing that you have complete control over him, and that he will do anything you ask.
The rest of the night passes in a blur of pleasure and pain, as you push Detective Dawson’s boundaries further than he ever thought possible. By the time the sun rises, both of you are exhausted, your bodies slick with sweat and your hearts racing with adrenaline.
As you release him from the cross, Detective Dawson collapses to his knees, his body shaking with relief and exhaustion. ‘Thank you,’ he whispers, his voice barely audible. ‘Thank you for showing me this.’
You smile down at him, your eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. ‘You’re welcome, Detective,’ you say. ‘But remember, our little arrangement is far from over. I expect to see you back here soon, eager for more.’
Detective Dawson nods, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and desire. He knows that he’s addicted to your dominance, and that there’s no turning back now.
As he leaves your dungeon, you can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. You’ve broken him, molded him into the perfect submissive, eager to please you in any way possible. And as you sit down on your throne, a smile playing on your lips, you know that this is only the beginning.
You arrive at Detective Dawson’s private residence, dressed in your dominatrix attire – a tight, black leather corset that accentuates your curves, a short, pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and thigh-high boots that make you feel powerful with every step. You carry a small bag containing the tools of your trade: handcuffs, rope, and a riding crop.
Detective Dawson opens the door, his eyes widening at the sight of you. He’s wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, as per your instructions. You give him a cold, appraising look before stepping inside and closing the door behind you.
‘Strip,’ you command. ‘I want to see what I have to work with.’
Detective Dawson hesitates for a moment, then obeys, removing his boxers and standing before you naked. You circle him slowly, inspecting his body from head to toe. He’s muscular and fit, but there’s a hint of nervousness in his eyes that betrays his inner turmoil.
‘You disappointed me last time, Detective,’ you say, your voice cold and emotionless. ‘I expect nothing less than perfection from my submissives.’
Detective Dawson swallows hard, his cock twitching in anticipation of what’s to come. You notice the movement and smile to yourself – he’s already under your spell.
You order him to kneel before you, then begin inspecting every inch of his body, criticizing his performance during their last encounter. He flinches as your hands roam over his skin, but doesn’t dare protest. This is what he wanted, after all – to be dominated by a powerful woman.
Next, you tie him up in a spread eagle position on the bed, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to your touch. As you tighten the ropes around his wrists and ankles, you lean in close and whisper in his ear: ‘Remember, you begged for this. You wanted to be dominated by a powerful woman, and now you have me.’
Detective Dawson shudders at your words, his cock hardening further. He’s completely at your mercy now, and there’s nothing he can do to stop the torrent of sensations that are about to wash over him.
You spend the next hour forcing Detective Dawson to perform humiliating tasks such as licking your boots clean or serving you dinner naked while you watch from your throne. Throughout these tasks, you mock him with phrases like ‘Is this what they taught you at the police academy?’ or ‘You’re more useful as my personal servant than a detective.’
Detective Dawson endures it all without complaint, his face flushed with shame and arousal. He knows that he’s addicted to your dominance, and that there’s no turning back now.
Finally, you decide to reward him for his obedience by allowing him to perform a sexual act on you – oral sex. However, you remain in control the entire time, dictating every move he makes.
As Detective Dawson kneels before you, his tongue eagerly lapping at your pussy, you can’t help but feel a sense of triumph. You’ve broken him, molded him into the perfect submissive, eager to please you in any way possible. And as you sit back on your throne, a smile playing on your lips, you know that this is only the beginning.