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Big Linda's Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

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Big Linda’s Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories by Lance Edwards


Big Linda's Midnight Visits, A Novella. He's been celibate for ten years since a car wreck landed him in a wheelchair, and his frustrated libido gets little action. But when his newest personal aide arrives, the beautiful Linda Skrue is a wet dream to behold for a terminally deprived male. The voluptuous blonde is tall, strong and outrageously stacked. Despite their professional relationship, the scent of her body and those big bra-less breasts give him raging hard-ons beyond his control. She becomes 'Big Linda' in his mind as his sexual fantasies quickly center on her. Although she initially maintains a professional demeanor, when she catches him shouting her name as he vigorously masturbates, she uses the incident to turn her client into her personal sex-toy. With a key to his house, strong urges to satisfy, and a willing and needy submissive male ready for whatever she dishes out, Big Linda begins her midnight visits. While he's eager to enjoy her infinite bounty, what awaits this hapless male are late night excursions into the dark realms of sexual desire where there are few rules and plenty to fear. Demanding his complete submission, her aggressive domination taps into deeply repressed desires. Pain, degradation and torture fuel his shameless lust, bringing him explosive climaxes he comes to crave. But when Big Linda Skrue brings along her latest girl-toy, Keri Colts, this young man-hating femme fatale threatens to take Linda's sex-slut far beyond anything that's safe and sane.

Femdom Short Stories in this collection include: No Shrinking Violet - Richard's wife turns him into a male sissy-sub, and will use him just the way she felt used all their married life. In Closeted Slut he's kept in his own hidden compartment beneath the floor of her bedroom, ready and available whenever Zelda needs him for her perverse pleasure. And in Party Animal, Linda Skrue and friends return to wreak a special revenge, making their unsuspecting victim pay for the sins of the entire male sex. Also Victoria's Secret, Hot and Cold Running Cocks and Nocturnal Submission.

A hard-hitting, hard-core, high energy collection of BDSM Femdom stories, Not for the faint of heart. Includes extremes in bondage, whipping, humiliation, degradation, electrical play, CBT, rugged strap-on sex, bootlicking, female worship, feminization, and lesbian sex.


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Excerpt

What the hell was going on here?
How could I be getting so hard, after just coming so explosively? And why wasn’t I terrified, suddenly giving up power to this strange, unpredictable female? I truly had no idea what I was getting into. But after so many years of involuntary celibacy, it’s hardly surprising that Big Linda had managed to strike such a responsive chord in me. Whatever kinky excesses she had in mind, part of me, at least, seemed eager to learn. And learn I would.
Late that very night my bedroom door suddenly crashed open, jarring me awake and flooding the room with light. There stood Big Linda Skrue. Tall and forbidding, she was silhouetted from behind for just a moment before charging in to fall upon me. What happened then was the start of something more extreme than you can possibly believe.
Without the slightest bit of ceremony Big Linda leaped onto the wave-less mattress of my queen-sized waterbed and ripped away the covers to expose my naked body.
I couldn’t believe it myself. Such things didn’t actually happen, did they? Not to guys like me. Yet here was Big Linda, larger than life and twice as imposing. And real or not she wasted no time on formalities. Flinging her overcoat to the floor, this amazing Amazon straddled me, completely naked. The glorious orbs of her matchless breasts were revealed to me at last in their stunning entirety. Pink and cream and peach, huge and globular, they seemed to fill my entire world. Swelling out from Big Linda’s barrel chest like fleshy melons they hung before me like the deliciously forbidden fruit of some wondrously bountiful fertility goddess.
Oh, my lord! Slowly, deliberately Big Linda Skrue caressed them, cupping and lifting them, proudly hefting their generous weight. Her fingers found the nipples, pinching and twisting those large, protuberant points. Then without warning she fell forward, crushing that incredible bosom directly into my helpless face. Grabbing both hands full of my hair, Big Linda held my head tight and buried me in her tits. Twisting and writhing, slapping me with their firm, springy weight, she scraped the hard arrowheads of her nipples roughly across my cheeks and chin and mouth before finally gripping my head tight and forcing one of them between my lips.
“Suck me, boy!” she hissed down. Her weight was crushing me, the massive swell of her left breast pressing against my nostrils, limiting my air. Nevertheless I went straight to work. I knew I had no other choice. It was either satisfy this potent new mistress or suffer the most unimaginable of consequences. Immediately I fastened myself to that invading nipple. Sucking its thick, stiff point deep into my mouth, I began pulling at it for all I was worth.
Mmmmmmmmmm! I was immediately rewarded for my efforts, hearing my Big Mistress Linda moan almost inaudibly. Encouraged I sucked harder, feeling the taut, heavy flesh of that mammoth mammary quiver against my face, as involuntary shivers of pleasure ran through her. Now sucking, now nipping and nibbling and then suckling again, I fed voraciously at that enormous udder, while the incredibly gorgeous Big Linda Skrue panted and moaned and yipped out eerie cries of pleasure just above me. Finally, with a last, desperate gasp, she ripped her stiff tit-bud brusquely away from my manic mastication.
Snarling down at me, still holding me tightly by the hair, Big Mistress Linda twisted her torso back and forth and all around, rubbing that hard wet point all over my helpless face. Big and rubbery, it scraped my features from chin to brow and ear to ear. Then she forced open my jaws and immediately popped in the other one, demanding equal service.
Dutifully I obeyed, attacking those tasty pink nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling, using my lips and teeth and tongue on them with all of my energy and skill. Soon they were each so red and distended that I expected them to begin spurting hot milk all over me at any moment. Yet this obviously wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a voracious specimen like Big Linda Skrue, and she soon let me know it.
As I continued to humbly work on her, I suddenly felt Big Linda’s hand reach around back and seize the rigidly upright length of my cock. She began pumping it, taunting me as she did so, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her.
“What the hell’s with this worthless hard-on, you disgusting man, you weak little shit! Don’t you understand the situation here yet? Well let me educate you, boy. You are here for my pleasure alone, got it? That’s all. To me you are nothing but another of my toys, a dildo to stick in my cunt, and that’s it! From now on you do what I say, when I say, get it? If I say suck, then you suck, damn it, and if I feel like riding your useless little cock, you damn well better stay rock hard until I’m finished! This cock belongs to me now, slut-slave! See? You are just a convenient tongue attached. So you behave yourself, little man, and one day maybe I’ll even let you up inside me. Then again...” She paused in her wonderful pumping, gripping me tightly, even painfully. “I think my cunt’s too good for a worthless little cripple like you.”
Once again Big Linda ripped her succulent tit unceremoniously from my suckling jaws. Then she sat up, releasing my throbbing cock.
“I’m going to make you jerk yourself off instead. You like playing with yourself, don’t you? You probably like it far better than fucking a real woman like me anyway. What else were you doing this morning, huh: playing with yourself! You shameless little piece of shit! Admit it! Admit your guilt, your weakness, and maybe I’ll let you jerk yourself off!”
Looming over me, glaring down, with her beautiful huge breasts heaving with excitement and her sweet cunt just out of reach, Big Linda Skrue seemed a totally different creature from my detached, efficient, calmly professional home health aide. I could hardly believe that woman ever existed. In her place was a powerfully motivated sexual dynamo, a simmering cauldron of consuming desires, boiling with the uncontainable need to dominate and humiliate a helpless male – perhaps by proxy even the whole male sex.
I’d never seen anything like it. From whence came such a burning need? Someone must have hurt her bad at one time, to make her so determinedly misogynous. Or perhaps it was just that every man she’d deigned to try had failed to satisfy her.
Whatever the case, it was clear that Big Mistress Linda meant to thoroughly degrade me more than just verbally as the price of having sex with her. Yet as I lay there buck-naked and completely helpless beneath her – and far too long deprived of any kind of intercourse – I somehow found the price shamefully easy to pay.
Intentionally or not, Big Linda’s overbearing approach and domineering attitude had managed to tap into strange, hidden needs buried so deep in my own psyche that I’d never before recognized them. To this day I still haven’t unraveled the mystery of their existence. But I do know one thing. Somehow our previous confrontation in the bathtub had shown me an avenue into ecstasy more profound than anything I’d ever dreamed of.
I remembered the incredible intensity of my involuntary orgasm, and the secret, guilty pleasure of being caught indulging in my own degradation. Somehow in that shocked moment of utter shame and exquisite, mind-blowing release, I’d unwittingly crossed a border into some perverse, narcissistic inner terrain, an uncharted realm of eager, willing submission to personal humiliation. Now, prostrated before this powerfully aggressive, irresistibly dominant woman, that deeply rooted need yearned upward in me, urging me to abandon myself to Big Mistress Linda’s ruthless, authoritarian control. And again, what choice did I have? Like an omnipotent goddess she towered over me: beautiful, wrathful, and implacable. And then suddenly Big Linda’s patience ran out. She struck me, slapping me smartly across the face.
“I said admit it!” she screamed. “Admit your weakness, you fucking piece of shit!” She slapped me harder, again and again, and the pain was exciting, delicious, sharpening my humiliation to the point where I was finally able to cry out my willing submission

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