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Punish Me, My Love, Femdom by Rose Thornwell Ebook ordering Copyrighted © 2005, all rights reserved.   Cover Image (c) Thomas Roche, www.skidroche.com

You Can and You Will, by Rose Thornwell, Femdom, torture, humiliation, caging
Kidnapped by the sadistic Ellen, Jim's forced to serve his "new mistress" whether he wants to or not!

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Jim orgasmed in the trunk.  He couldn’t help it.  The way the car kept jostling him side to side, the way his body just felt so hot and sweaty…and enslaved.  Ellen was so fucking, goddamn dominant, and he’d just given into her like a little slut.  He was so weak and needy.  He was only going to touch himself a little, just to ease the ache, but he couldn’t hold it back.  It was like his body was already in her hands.

He didn’t want to, but it happened anyway.  Jeezus, it felt like she was doing it to him herself, with his hand serving as nothing but a vessel for her hand, her will.  And yet she’d told him not to do this.  He was disobeying.  He was begging further punishment.

Jim squirted the come as best he could into his own hand.  He was still eating the evidence when the car came to a stop.  Oh, god, she was getting out.  He could hear the door opening.  He was going to get caught…

The light burned his eyes.  Ellen was there in silhouette, looking down on him, all-powerful and none too kindly looking. “You climaxed,” she said, a statement, not a question.

He bit his lip, not daring to answer.

“That will cost you,” she informed him, slamming the trunk closed again.  “I think a bit of alone time will help you think about how to be a better boy.”

“No, please,” he cried out.  “Don’t leave me.”

Silence.  Not a goddamn thing.  She really was leaving him all alone.  Should he go ahead and scream?  Someone might hear and then the police would be called.  He’d be rescued from kidnapping and Ellen would be arrested.  That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? 

Wasn’t it? 

Jim’s heart continued to pound.  Putting Ellen in jail seemed an awfully serious step to take.  Awfully unfair, too, because he’d gone along willingly with the idea of getting in this trunk.  He was submitting, not being forced.  There was a world of difference. 

No, if he were to escape Ellen’s clutches, he would have to do so honestly, letting her know that he no longer wished to play the game.  That would be that, and she’d have to let him go.  With an apology, even, for treating him as she had. 

Things seemed clear enough in his head, but when she opened the trunk again a short while later wearing a skimpy halter top and cutoff shorts and holding a long, black rod, everything went back to mush.  Her eyes, her face showed such resolve.  He couldn’t even look at her firmly, much less talk back.

“Get out,” she ordered.  “It’s time to begin your training.”

Jim cowered in response.

Ellen touched the rod to his naked flank, sending a wave of mild shock through his body.  “This can be turned up a whole lot higher,” she let him know.

He sat up, weak, unsteady.  Taking a look around, he saw they were in a garage.  The one at Ellen’s house, unless he missed his guess.  Swinging his legs over the edge, he put his feet down on the cold concrete.  The material was rough and inhospitable.

“Slaves go on all fours,” she zapped his ass.

It was another mild shock, but still more than enough to instill instant obedience.

“Once you are engaged in training,” she informed him, “such measures will no longer be needed.  My hand, a rolled up newspaper, or better still, my disappointment will have more than enough effect on you.”

“Ellen,” he spoke up from his hands and knees, “you can’t keep me like this.”

“Can’t I?”

“No,” he told his gorgeous, barefoot mistress.  “I…I demand you let me go.”

He half expected anger and another dose of the shock stick, but she merely smiled, condescendingly.

“You don’t want that anymore than I do, James.”  She bent to run her fingers through his hair, teasing, humiliating, like he was some kind of pet.  The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.  More than anything he wanted to bury his head between her breasts or better still in that fabulous pussy of hers. 

“I…I don’t know what to say.  I’m so…confused.”

She laughed, supremely confident, like a woman who’d already won a war her opponent had yet to begin to fight.  “What you say, dear boy, is, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ or, ‘No, Mistress,’ depending on the occasion.  What you do, in short, is obey.  Without question.”

He took her finger in his mouth as she offered it, sucking it, eagerly, hungrily.

“That’s better,” she soothed.  “I’m glad you’ve seen the light of reason.  Now, if you wouldn’t mind…” Ellen paused to put the shock stick to his shoulder, treating him to a much longer, more intense wave of pain.  “I’d like you on your belly.”

Jim collapsed to the floor, breaking the contact.  He felt an immediate warmth around the area of his crotch and belly.  Humiliated, he attempted too late to stop the stream of urine.

“You’ve pissed yourself,” she said.  “Apparently you aren’t even house broken yet.  Luckily we have a nice place for you in the basement.”

Ordering him to his feet, she snapped the collar around his throat.  It was a thick, black dog collar attached to a long, heavy chain.  She tugged at it, pulling him like the animal he was becoming.  Leading him to a door in the front of the garage, she ordered him to wait while she unlocked it.  It was the way down to the cellar.  The stairs were wooden.  Little splinters prickled at his feet.  He felt the coldness and the dampness as they descended all the way to the bottom.

The floor was concrete. 

“This will be your home away from home for a while,” she informed him.  “Until such time as you show yourself worthy to be upstairs.”

Jim swallowed hard as Ellen turned on the light, a bare bulb swinging from the ceiling.  The cellar was more like a dungeon than any kind of proper living space.  Chains hung from the ceiling, attached to shackles.  On the wall were more shackles along with a rack of whips and floggers.  In one corner there was an old fashioned set of wooden stocks and in the other there was a whipping post.

It was the object in the center of the floor, however, that made his knees weak. 

“Yes,” she read his mind as he stared at the large dog cage, “that is exactly where I’m going to put you.”

“Ellen,” he blanched.  “Mistress…it’s so small and cramped…I’m not sure I can—”

Ellen grabbed his balls, making him whimper with pain.  “You can and you will, little boy.  Neuroses aren’t something slaves can afford.  Your main problem the next few days will be whether you can please me enough so I will give you food and water in those bowls or if you’ll end up with an electric cattle prod up your arse instead.”

Jim felt a wave of panic.  He hadn’t realized until now just how sadistic this woman intended to be with him.  If he did not find a way to resist, and fast, he was going to find himself in a world of trouble.  He was larger, he was the man—it was time to assert himself.

The rebellion never made it past his eyes.  Ellen nipped it in the bud, cruelly switching her tactics.

“If you’re a good boy,” she crooned, caressing his rock hard cock.  “I might let you come…inside me.  Would you like to shoot your pathetic little load inside your mistress?”

“Oh, god,” he groaned, the strength draining from his limbs.  “Yes, please…more than anything, Mistress.”

“Only obedient little slave boys get that kind of honor…are you ready to obey?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he croaked, not caring that he was playing right into her hands.

She laughed in self-satisfaction, pinching his nipple with her sharp nails.  “I thought you might be.  You’ll go in the cage, then, won’t you?  You will crawl on your hands and knees and let me lock you in like the good little pet that you are.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead.  He felt shivers up and down his spine, hot and cold.  He could not bear the confinement and yet it had become unthinkable to defy this gorgeous creature, dark and splendid as the night and twice as dangerous.

“Y—yes, Mistress,” he stammered. 

The glow on her face, the smile was one of sheer relishment. She had scored her victory over his will, complete and decisive.  “Get down, dog, get down on the floor and crawl inside your new home.”

 

Punish Me, My Love by Rose Thornwell     Reviewed by Dub Parker, Copyright (c) 2005 There are lady dommes who control their charges through their love and devotion for their mistress.  Then there are those who maintain dominance through fear and lust.  The ladies in Rose Thornwell’s "Punish Me, My Love" definitely fall into the second category.  Beautiful, intelligent, and powerful, they exude sexuality like a rose expresses fragrance.  However, you’d better watch out for those thorns! These ladies have a highly-tuned sense of detection when it comes to submissive males and their predatory instincts lead them to take control immediately. The males in this story find themselves drawn to the alluring dominance of the females almost in spite of themselves and often against their better judgement.  For example, Byron briefly wondered to himself if the dominant Ellen weren’t some type of witch who could cast a spell of compulsion on him to force him to obey her against his will and good judgement.  Unfortunately for him, that thought didn’t keep him from meekly and obediently following her as she used him for her amusement. Like Byron, Jim found himself easily trapped by Ellen, who used his desire to submit to a woman in a way he could never submit to his own wife.  Even before he had realized it, he had crossed an invisible line into a world from which he could never return to his “normal” life.  Stripped, whipped, and caged like an animal, he quickly found himself a mere plaything for Mistress Ellen.  He finally came to realize that, even should she free him, there was no way he could return the life he had led before submitting to her. I thoroughly enjoyed this somewhat precautionary tale about a man's search for fulfillment he could only get through being dominated by a powerful and aloof female.  If only he had realized that woman was sleeping in bed next to him every night, things might have turned out differently in the end.  Miss Thornwell did an excellent job of capturing that aloof and superior attitude in her female characters in this story.  I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good Femdom story.