Tara was a force to be reckoned with. A stunningly beautiful woman with an insatiable appetite for power and control, she had honed her skills as a dominatrix into an art form. With each new client, Tara reveled in unraveling their deepest, darkest fantasies and pushing them to the edges of desire and submission.
She stood tall in her stilettos, her voluptuous curves poured into a skintight leather corset. Her raven hair cascaded down her back in silky waves, and her makeup was flawless – a smoky eye, plump lips painted crimson red. She was every man’s wildest dreams…and worst nightmares. For Tara, the name of the game was total domination, and she played it masterfully.
“Come, pet,” she purred, crooking a finger at the trembling, naked man kneeling before her. He hesitated, but the hungry gleam in Tara’s eyes told him not to disobey. Fumbling, he crawled to her feet on hands and knees, his erection bobbing with each movement. “That’s a good boy. Now, kiss my stilettos and worship me properly.”
Obeying, he pressed his lips to the sleek leather, his tongue darting out to taste her. Tara smiled wickedly, enjoying the heady rush of power. She reached down to twine her fingers in his hair, yanking his head back sharply. “You’re going to be a good little pain slut for me tonight, aren’t you?” she growled. “You’re going to submit to your Goddess, your perfect dominant shemale mistress, and take everything I give you. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress, I’ll be so good for you,” he whimpered, his eyes glazed with lust and anticipation of the delicious agony to come. Tara’s lips curved into a sinful smirk. Oh, she would make this boy scream tonight. She would break him in the most exquisite ways, leave him a quivering, wanting mess, wholly owned by her.
She seized a riding crop from the wall and swayed her hips as she circled him, trailing the leather tresses across his skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Strip off the rest of your clothes and present yourself like a good boy. I want to inspect what you’re giving me tonight.”
As he hastened to obey, Tara selected an oversized strap and stepped closer. She loved the way he trembled at the sight of it in her hand. Wrapping the thick leather around her strong fingers, she drew back her arm and cracked it across his bare buttocks, leaving a livid red stripe.
“Ah, you need to learn your place, slut,” she hissed as he cried out. “I’m going to strap that plump ass of yours until it’s fire-engine red and throbbing. And you’re going to thank me for it like the good pain pig you are.”
The leather whistled through the air, then, painting his skin a vivid crimson. Tara took her time, lavishing each blow. She could feel her arousal growing with his whimpers and groans. His cock bounced and leaked with each stripe, telling her how much he needed this.
She cracked the strap across his inner thighs, the backs of his knees, his chest, and shoulders. All the while, she berated him, her voice dripping with disdain. “Look at you, you pathetic worm, getting off on being hurt like the little pervert you are. Don’t you know your Goddess could end this at any moment? You should be grateful I’m giving you the privilege of serving me tonight.”
By the time she’d finished, the man was reduced to a blubbering, tear-streaked mess, his skin mottled with welts. Some were thin lines, others were wide and raised. Tara ran an appreciative hand over the artwork of red she’d created.
“Mercy, Mistress, please,” he wept. “I need it so badly.”
“Oh, you’ll get your reward, boy,” Tara purred wickedly. She gripped his hair and dragged him forward until his face was buried between her legs, her skirt shoved up around her waist. “Suck me. Worship my perfect cock until you make me cum. Then, and only then, will I let you spill your pathetic seed.”
The filthy words spilled from his mouth between licks and suckles, so thoroughly debased now, grateful to be of some small service to his Goddess. Tara rode his face with ruthless abandon, using his mouth for her pleasure. She was going to drain him in every way – mentally, emotionally, and physically.
When her climax crashed through her, she threw her head back with a throaty cry. “There’s a good boy,” she praised breathlessly, grinding against his face as he whimpered and shuddered. “Keep going until I say stop.”
Long minutes later, she finally eased back and allowed him a gasp of air. She cupped his tear-stained face and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Look at you, my perfect pain slut,” Tara purred. “So thoroughly claimed and dominated by your Goddess, your Mistress. You’ll be back for more, I can promise you that.”
She stepped back, towering over his trembling form, a true picture of power and seduction – the dominant shemale mistress in full command of her domain. Tara knew her effect on men was irresistible. They would always come, drawn in by the lure of her, craving the exquisite pain only she could give. And she would always take them, body and soul, leaving them wrecked and enslaved by her will. Such was the way of the Goddess.