Making of a Mistress – extreme femdom story

A new extreme femdom story from the pen of the bestselling Daisy Boon. What is it that makes us who we are? What is the divine gene that shapes our sexual desires and needs? For Jane, her proclivity for domination and control had been within her from as far back as she could remember, even from her infant childhood, and now she was 18 and becoming an adult, the compulsion to explore her sexual fetish and dominant tendencies were inescapable. She had read books, done her research and even had some minor experiences with various boys along the way, but she always longed to take the ultimate step of full control with a true, willing, live, male subject. Charlie was perfect for her; submissive even from their first conversation and he entered her world of service and subjugation freely and with utter compliance. They were content with their arrangement, both quickly embracing a combined steep learning curve and moved in together at Charlie’s house, and with Alex, his father, just around the corner from the college. It was comfortable and accommodating for all, apart from the fact Jane found Alex a little unusual in his manner. But it was a minor inconvenience and she ignored it, until one fateful morning when he noticed the gleaming, silver cover of chastity on his son’s male flesh!
He confronted Jane in his small cramped office and that was his first, big, massive, mistake! The full dominatrix and mistress growing inside her, was just waiting for the time to mature and be released and it did so with terrible rousing fury and dire results for all the men in her 11157765_ldomain.
This story is a unique and fascinating expose and insight, into the world of developing female superiority, male submission and why it happens. With Jane you enter her thoughts and begin to understand the dark cravings and compulsive needs that drive her yearning for dominance and control. You share her journey from the small girl that used her pretty charms for treats as a child, to a mature young woman that harnesses her mind, perfect body and sexuality to influence, control and dominate her world, spectacularly! It is a tale of emerging female supremacy and sexual governance of her weak, effeminate, emasculated subjects. It details her on-going experiences and education in the beginnings of fulfilment of her true ascendancy and assertive calling.
It is an intricate study and analysis of female domination from the expert, bestselling pen of Daisy Boon; a fascinating tale, not to be missed!
Word Count, 17,117

EXTRACT:

I noticed it very early on in my life that I liked control, to be the person fully in charge!

I remember even when I was a sweet, innocent, little girl, only about 6 years of age, and a pretty boy from my kindergarten with long curly bright blonde hair, had brought some chocolate biscuits in for himself at school.

I had him offering them to me in minutes, with just a smile, or a feint or a little feminine persuasion.

And so it went on, as I matured, the power I had over boys increased as the pleasure it gave me did, and by the time I was 18, I was somehow very different from my peers and the other ordinary young women of my tender years.

I didn’t want to be so unusual but it was who I was and what I was becoming, as if my true nature and sexual proclivity was somehow a force beyond my control.

I was pretty, some say beautiful, clever, empowered and always dealt with boys on my own special, personal terms.

I had long shiny blonde hair, a slight figure with small pert breasts, small pink nipples and pale, blue green eyes that seemed to have a lustre and power that the opposite gender found irresistible.

I was no virgin and had sex, when I wanted and needed it, but control was my real and true aphrodisiac and the physicality of the actual base primeval act, to me, was transient entertainment, and there was never any true passion or emotion in the deed.

The mental side of a relationship was where my real pleasure lay and it was far more interesting and rewarding for me.

I would spend hours reading about domination and submission and I found the power that a woman could exert over a man just through her body and will was the most fascinating thing possible.

I was still fairly inexperienced and naïve in the practical implications of my fetish but I was always aware, and knew what I wanted.

I suppose I was just educating myself, biding my time and waiting for life to play its’ hand.

That’s how I hooked up with Charles, Charlie to his friends.

He was one of my classmates at my college and pestered me to go out with him and I wouldn’t because I was seeing one of the guys from the football team.

But he persisted and in the end I let him take me for a casual quick drink at the local pub round the corner from the campus.

He was so weak and submissive with me immediately and, unfortunately for him, it brought out the very best and worst traits in my character and personality.

As I explained, I had experimented with some minor intimacies with dominating various boys but I had never actually had a real live boy in my full service and control, but always craved to have one!

But Charlie was just an ideal candidate, and from the first few seconds with him I found the allure of controlling him immediately, irresistible!

He was so meek and docile; just begged me to let him be my boyfriend and seemed accepting that I was fucking another student even when, unconcerned for his feelings, I told him straightforwardly that I was!

He was perfect for me!

I didn’t agree straight away as I was still unsure and lacked a little confidence to actually go through with my fantasies and fetishes, but I agreed to meet him occasionally and sporadically over the next few weeks.

Each time we met he pleaded with me to accept him as my special friend and let him spend time with me.

In the end I explained to him, over a bottle of sour white wine in our pub, frankly, that I was an Alpha dominant girl with an inclination to be the controlling mistress in my world.

I further made clear that the only way I would accept him was if he became my little submissive, servile, masculine servant.

I didn’t hold back and informed him that if he wanted me to consider him as a temporary companion for me then he would need to become my slave, would have to swallow his pride and give his life to me, completely.

I expected him to refuse; I mean who would agree to such an outrageous, outlandish suggestion?

But to my amazement he didn’t at all, and seemed happy to be asked to prove his devotion to my deviant purpose and for me eventually to take my ultimate ownership of him.

This was intoxicating for me, like perverse, but divine, heavenly music to my delicate ears.

As I mentioned, I had experienced short intermittent service and devotion from boys previously but such direct and open commitment to my rule was an exciting new event and one that I had researched and prepared for, for so long.

To have such control over a real live male, in a mistress, servant relationship was a new thrilling adventure for me and it was a role that I felt was my destiny, and one I had wanted to explore properly for so long.

I didn’t fancy Charlie at all, he was ordinary; tall thin and unspectacular looking with long brown hair and pale grey eyes, but his subservient mind and the proposed devotion of his body, to me was extremely intoxicatingly appealing.

My approach to it all was cautious and I initially put him on little trials to see if he was serious in his commitment and intentions to me.

I was in no rush.

This was with him wearing my underwear or washing my clothes, anything menial and humiliating for him; but he was utterly compliant and completed each task I asked of him with enthusiasm and complete acquiescence.

In the end, after a few weeks, I was finally prepared to let him enter my service and to date me on the condition he wore a chastity device!

I had never placed a boy in a restrictive cage before; I had only read about it excessively and extensively but acted, to my prospective slave, as if I had vast experience in the constrictive practices of dealing with a male’s private bits.

I had a learnt a long time previous that you always had to embellish somewhat, to ultimately get what you wanted; and I did!

I told Charlie firmly, it was my price for sharing my precious, valuable, special time with him.

He seemed shocked at first but I insisted and he cautiously but fatefully agreed to my terms.

We apprehensively went to a secret, hidden sex shop I knew, in the quiet side of town, where I would often visit, to browse and instruct myself.

I always adored the variety of devices and toys inside and was ecstatic that suddenly I could now buy one for me to use, with a real specific purpose.

I knew that they all adjusted and that surprisingly, one size of male genitalia for any of the cages fitted all.

We chose and discussed together, looking through every type and colour, as if we were buying clothes or furniture and eventually decided on, and selected, a small penile holding device with a shiny silver cover and a matching lock.

We were both, happy, exited and enthusiastic with our purchase as we left through the drab black coloured door that masked the brightness and appeal for me, of what was contained behind it.

I took him quickly back to his room at his father’s house and I made him stand and strip naked in front of me…

 

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