I took my time and enjoyed the rest of my wine on my deck before swaggering back to Randy’s little hiding spot, “He’s gone,” I laughed as I slid the door open, “how was the show?”

Randy stared up at me with his head covered by a DD cup from one of my lace bras. His face was flushed, and his lower lip was quivering as he squatted motionless in my hamper. He looked like a naughty little boy who had just been caught by Mommy.

“What’s wrong Randy,” I asked as I pulled my hair behind my shoulders and bent over him. “You look so scared. You’re fine. He’s gone.”

There was a tremor in his voice, and he looked at the floor, “I had had, had an accident.”

“What?”

Everything poured out all at once, “I’m really sorry, Virginia, I couldn’t help it. I was watching, and you were so hot, and the way you handled him was such a turn-on, and suddenly, I just couldn’t stop, and it’s everywhere. I’m so sorry, and I couldn’t help it. I was just stuck in here, and I couldn’t move, and then it just happened.”

I stood straight up with my hands on my hips and glared down at him. I was not impressed at all. In fact, I was disgusted. At the same time, he stirred something inside me that I had never felt before. He was afraid of me, and I was feeding off of his fear. “What kind of a piddlin’ lil’ man are you, Randy? You should know better. Get outta there right now and clean everything in that hamper.”

The truth was, as annoyed as I was, I understood. Randy had squatted in there for over 3 hours in complete silence, watching me fuck Jimmy after I had already got this little man primed. I completely understood why it happened, but there was no way I’d let this go either.

His knees creaked as he tried to stand up. My impatience got the better of me, and I pulled his head forward to tip him and the hamper onto the floor, “Clean everything up now!” I chided and strutted out of the room with a grin from ear to ear. I shocked myself by how mean I could be. Never in my life could I ever have treated another person like that, particularly a man as small as Randy, but what shocked me more what how much I enjoyed it.

Of course, the other half was that I couldn’t believe he was putting up with it either. I certainly wouldn’t have. He had been beaten up, humiliated in the shower, dressed in a woman’s satin robe, sat quietly inside my hamper, endured watching me fuck my old boyfriend, came in my hamper, was ordered to clean his mess, and had just been shoved onto the floor naked. If that had been me, I would have walked out the door, wet clothes and all. But sure as shootin’, a few minutes later, Randy scurried out of bedroom still naked with my hamper in hand. “Can you please tell me where the laundry room is, Virginia, and I’ll take care of this mess?”

I slipped on a pair of 4” mules that were sitting at the base of my couch and sauntered over to him, “I don’t know if I want your spew in my washbasin. Maybe I should send you to the building laundry room Randy, just like you are right now,” I glared down at him as I stood with my arms crossed beneath my breasts.

“Oh, I will, but I’ll have to get dressed,” as he looked around the floor for his clothes.

“I don’t want you dressed, Randy. I want you in the back,” I whispered in his ear after my hips shoved the hamper and him backward. It shocked me how easily I did it. After helplessly play fighting with Jimmy, I was shocked at how easily I could knock him backwards. It was then that I realized I could beat this little man silly without even breaking a sweat.

His face was flushed as he stared up at me like a deer in headlights. “Oh, I don’t know if I can do that. People might see me.”

“I don’t care, Randy. You spewed all over my clothes. I want to see you do this naked. People should know you’re a dirty little boy,” I raised an eyebrow.

I had no idea where this was coming from. Never in my life had I ever been such a bitch. I should have felt horrible for doing what I was, but at that moment, I was standing taller than ever, and my slit was soaking wet with more than just Jimmy’s sex. I might as well have been 10 feet tall at that because Randy looked to me like a little bug I could crush with my shoe.

“Ok, well, I guess if you want Virginia. I reckon I deserve that after what I went and did,” he capitulated.

I placed my hands on my hips, grinning at him as he focused on the floor, “well, I should say so, Randy.” Then paused, “Lucky for you, the only laundry room is behind me, second door on your right. Detergent is on the top shelf.”

His lungs suddenly released, and his shoulders dropped, “Oh, thank god,” he muttered as I smirked, knowing I was in complete control.

“Go, Randy, move your stuff to the drier, get it done. I’m not finished with you yet. Oh, and anything that is silk gets done by hand,” I smiled, knowing he’d do it.

Randy paused for a moment waiting for me to step out of his way, but there was no way I was going to move. I was discovering I was in charge, and he would yield to me no matter what. He was learning about as fast as I was that there would be a pecking order in our relationship as his eyes dropped to the floor while he took a wide girth around me with the hamper in hand.

I returned to the couch and kicked my feet up on the table as I watched him separate my clothes then get a chair to reach the detergent. I had always loved being tall, but at that moment, I felt godly. It never occurred to me that a grown man would be unable to reach the top shelf in a closet.

As the water rushed into the machine, Randy returned to my couch as if he was walking on eggshells. His little prick was rock-hard, and I could tell that, as embarrassed as he was, he was still horny as hell. “You like this, don’t you, Randy?”

“Like what?”

As if it wasn’t obvious.

The back of my handheld my chin as I smiled at him, “You like women to control you, don’t you. You want me to boss you around.” It was clear at the time I really knew nothing about it, but I knew he was into it and that, intrigued me.

He started rubbing the back of his head and fluttering the pads of his fingers just behind his ear as he looked around the room for a distraction.

“Answer my question, Randall. Don’t keep me waiting.”

His shoulders kept heaving him around as if he was contemplating whether to just runway, and his eyes started to well with tears. I started laughing as his body gave himself up while his mind argued with itself how to answer my question until finally, I had had enough, “Now Randall!”

“Yes, I do,” he confessed while falling to his knees. He looked so deflated from those three words, but I was quite enjoying myself. “All my life, I’ve fantasized about being with women who could crush me mentally or physically or, in your case, both. I love strong women. The stronger, the better. More than that, I dream of finding a woman who knows I’m a weakling in her shadow and who can control me with a few choice words or a look that puts me in my place. I have wondered what it would be like to have a woman rape me or have such power over me she can make me do whatever she chooses with almost no effort.”

I stood up and pointed to the floor at my feet, “Come, Randy.”

He crawled before me, then sat on his feet, looking up at my smiling face until I bent over and took hold of his face, “And have you ever found a woman that fits your fantasy?”

Sheepishly he whispered, “Tonight I did at a house party.”

I smiled, “Well, I can tell you I’ve never had those thoughts or dreams. I like my men to be men. Big, strong, powerful men who can’t be told anything. The bigger the biceps, the better. The broader the shoulders, the more I say yes. You do not fit any dream I’ve ever had, baby. You’re the kind of boy I destroyed back in the high school gym just for fun. You’re one of those cute guys I used to pat on the head then shoo along.”

Randy’s eyes sunk lower as he listened to every reason I wasn’t interested in him.

My finger pulled his chin back up to, “And yet tonight, you awakened something inside me that I never knew I had. Well, I had it. I like being in charge, I’ve always been bossy, but I never in my wildest dreams thought it would reach my bedroom. The thought that I might have a little man to service my very whims, well, I never even fathomed it. Yet here I am, and I love the fact that you just crawled to the very spot on the floor I pointed to. I could get very used to this, Randy, and I am absolutely sopping wet as I think about what a relationship like this is like. It is so very hot, Randy.”

His eyes lit up, “Really?”

“Oh god, yes,” I smiled, “but honestly, I don’t know a thing about what I should do. I guess being a bitch and bossing you around is the key. Suppose I make you do the chores around here too, but I really don’t know what to do. I’m good at talkin’ mean and all, but I figure it’s more than that.”

“It is Virginia,” he beamed, “I can tell you a lot, but then you’d just be doing what I fantasize about. The only thing is, I fantasize about just being a sub and doing as I’m told.”

“A sub?”

“Ya, a submissive person. There are Dominants and submissives. I’m a submissive for sure, and I’m pretty sure you’re a natural-born Domme. Subs serve people like you; cleaning, cooking. I’m a good cook. And maybe like kiss and suck your toes or even between your legs? Maybe you could read up online or somethin’? But the one thing is for me is that you’re the boss, and I’m, well, I’m not.”

I stared down at him, thinking of everything I could do with him, but I didn’t know where to start, “Ok, well, I reckon I will, but you tell me for now what you like, and we’ll go from there for now,” I said as I walked across the room to fix a drink for myself until I realized that the little man on his knees should be doing that for me. I walked back to my swivel chair, sat down, and crossed my legs, “Randy, go get me a glass of orange juice, then come back and tell me about your little fantasies.” I reckoned if I was the boss, there were no pleases or thank yous.

“Of course, Virginia,” he said jumping up, “I’d love to,” then rushed into the kitchen. A moment later he came back with a glass of OJ in his hand and some ice cubes in it. Seriously, if it doesn’t have vodka in it, who puts ice cubes in OJ?

Now, I didn’t know much about this whole femdom thing back then, but I was starting to figure a few things out. Number one, I was the boss, and he was to do as he was told. Number two, we were not equals, and he needed to acknowledge this little fact. I reckoned pretty quick that there was no level playing field in female domination, so I thought it was time to make him do things my way.

“Randy, why did you put ice cubes in my juice?”

“I – I thought you would like to keep it cold,” he replied with a slight quiver.

I grinned from ear to ear, knowing just what I wanted to say, “Sweetie, you’re not here to think. You’re here to do. I want a glass of OJ fresh from the jug, alright.”

He stared back at me in disbelief, and I noticed his little prick was standing as tall as it could, “Oh sure, I can do that,” and turned heel to fix a new drink for me.

“Just a minute little man,” I smiled, wanting to push the envelope further. Randy turned back to look at me. “You inconvenienced me. I shouldn’t have to correct you like this if you don’t know. You need to ask. Now you’ve wasted my OJ, and I’m still thirsty. What do you need to say?”

Randy nodded his head up and down, “I’m sorry about getting the OJ with ice. Won’t happen again,” he replied, then turned again.

“Oh no, no, no, Randy,” I lifted my hand well above my head, “You see, sweetheart, I’m here, and you, well, you’re somewhere near the floor. Let’s see some respect.”

Again, he gave me an exaggerated nod, “Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, Ma’am. I should not have assumed you wanted ice cubes. I’m an idiot Ma’am.”

This was getting fun, “Well, yes, you are lil’ piddle. I’m glad you recognize that” now, this time, do it right and use a service tray,” I grinned as he looked nervously at me.

“Yes, Ma’am, and I am sorry about that too. I’m trying, Ma’am,” he replied as I raised an eyebrow. “Just where’s a tray?”

My jaw dropped open as my face went blank, “That’s really not a concern of mine now. Is it lil’ piddle?”

“No, Ma’am,” he replied, then headed out of the room as his little prick pointed the way.

Just then, I decided I should redirect his attention and see how he fared, “Oh Randy, get me my cell phone first,” I ordered and pointed it on the coffee table just barely out of my reach.

He rushed back to me while replying, “Oh sure,” and quickly placed it in my hand.

“Oh, sure is something you say when you have a choice in the matter, piddle boy,” I pouted, “your choices don’t amount to a hill of beans.”

Again, he nodded with conviction, “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll remember that. I’m so sorry, Ma’am.”

I smiled then opened my phone, “Well, alright then,” and typed in ‘Domme’ on Google. That’s when I realized there was a whole wide world out there just waitin’ for me to conquer.

Randy came back a few minutes later with my glass of OJ on a dinner plate. I looked up at him, then back to my phone as he stood motionless beside me. The truth is, I was a student. Even a Southern Belle like me doesn’t have a serving tray as a student, but I reckoned I should look unimpressed. I kept flipping through websites, wondering how I could have missed this in life. It was so hot. All these women making men grovel at their feet. I definitely had some research to do, but after seeing a woman read a book as she was being serviced, I knew what this little man was going to do first.

I picked up my glass and threw half of it back before setting it down on the table beside me as I spread my legs, “You’ve got some work to do, little one,” I announced as I shifted my hips to the edge of the chair.

Randy stared at me in horror. He knew precisely what was in there, and I was fixin’ to make him clean me out.

“Baby, you’re having trouble with this,” I canted my head with a smile, knowing he just needed some encouragement, “that doesn’t make sense. Do as your told, Randy. Just like you said, baby.”

“Yes… yes … yes, Ma’am,” he answered as his fingers strummed his hips, “It’s just his, I mean his, well Ma’am, he’s in there.”

“Well that’s right, baby, and I suggest you get your face where it belongs before I get cross,” I remarked with a tone that sounded like this was something I demanded from all little men hiding in my closet. Now that I think about it, I guess I do! I had no idea where it was coming from, but it was making me hotter than ever.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied and gently set the plate on my coffee table before sliding in with little kisses on both my thighs.

My fingers pushed his face into my tweeny, “Gently now, baby, I want to read for a bit.”

Randy kissed my lips for a couple of minutes, and I patiently smiled as I read up on Dommes while he got the courage to dig in. Finally, I grabbed the back of his hair and shoved his nose into the cum leaking from my slit, “Now, Randy!”

He gagged, almost wanting to vomit that first night as I coached him to service me. It didn’t take long before he started sucking every ounce of Jimmy from me before simply pleasuring me for the next 30 minutes as I learned about dominants and submissives, bondage and discipline, sissy’s and houseboys, trampling and beatings. I was getting a full education. Of course, I really liked the idea of not lifting another finger again to do household chores. The whole thing appealed to me that first night, and it was all there for me to start learning about. It was my coronation as Queen.

I had already learned one thing from the few minutes of research I’d done; I knew that the last thing I should do was let him drive how I Dommed him. So, I decided right there, and then as his mouth massaged my womanhood, I made the rules.

I dropped my phone and drained my OJ as my hand shoved his face in deeper, “Now work that tongue, boy.” I grabbed the back of his head and ground his face between my legs as I bucked every time his nose caught my clit. Harder and harder, I shoved his face into me until I didn’t have an ounce more strength, “Make me cum, Randy,” I ordered as my legs locked his head in place so I could lower him to the floor and keep his face in place as he licked and sucked my slit while my body sat squarely on top of his face. “Now, Randy, make me cum,” I panted.

He was struggling to find air with his nose and mouth sealed firmly beneath within my crack, and I smiled as I watched his arms grapple helplessly beneath my legs to squirm out from under me. I rocked back and forth fast enough to give him little spurts of air while his nose was being continuously mashed beneath my pelvis. “Keep going, little man, almost there,” I cheered him on as I snapped my hips across his face over and over. I loved this, and the rush of power that came from holding his little body down just intensified everything. I reached back, took a firm hold of his balls, and squeezed. I could hear him groaning beneath me as I told him he was running out of time when suddenly another ripple of heaven shot through me as tremors of ecstasy filled me with pleasure, and a tidal wave of juice covered his face.

He had done a magnificent job, and I realized that squeezing his balls had been a great motivator.

The weight of my body sealed his nose and mouth between my crack while I rested firmly in place on top of his face. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when Randy tried wiggling even more beneath me to catch a gasp of air. Little by little, he squirmed, hoping to break loose.

His feet started to kick the floor, and I braced my ass on his face as his hands fruitlessly tried to lift me off. My hand snapped tighter around his balls, “Enough!” I barked and laughed as he suddenly laid quietly beneath me. “I’m in charge, Randy, is that clear?”

His head nodded.

“Would you like to breathe, piddle boy?”

He nodded his head, sending little shivers of electricity through me. I knew he couldn’t take much more as it had been close to a minute. I lifted my ass off his near purple face and sat back in my chair, watching with amusement as he panted for air.

I wiped the smile from my face, “On your knees, Randall.”

Slowly the color returned to his face as he rose to his knees, still heaving for air.

“So if you think I’m going to let you inside me tonight, think again. But I will let you cum. Right there on the floor,” I laughed. “Would you like to show me how you can make yourself cum?”

Randy couldn’t stop panting, “Yes, yes, Ma’am.”

“I’m sorry that’s not being very polite,” furrowing my brow, “little boys need to mind their manners.”

He nodded, “Yes, yes Ma’am, please, Ma’am.”

I crossed my leg and put the bottom of my shoe over his mouth. “You’re going to stroke that little prick of yours, and as you do, tell me about your biggest fantasies when you’re with a woman who owns your puny little ass,” then tapped his mouth firmly, “and don’t you dare cum until I say you…”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he interrupted and wrapped his hand around his little cock as I laughed outright at his enthusiasm.

Randy stroked his penis slowly, “I want to be with a woman who can control every inch of me. I want her to make me do whatever she wants. I want to do whatever pleases her. I would serve her at all times, complete the mundane tasks of her everyday life, and service her sexually whenever she demanded it. I do what she wants without question and accept that her decisions are final and unquestionable. I would kneel in her presence, accept her discipline in any fashion even if she chose to hurt me, and I know that humiliating me is her prerogative. She might use me as a footstool, make me scrub her floors with my toothbrush, polish her shoes with my tongue, whatever she decides is appropriate. She would always be right, and I would never correct her. I’d relinquish everything to her, accepting that she controls whatever she wants in my life. Her comfort is my priority, her pleasure my goal,” he explained as I watched his body shiver, “May I cum, Ma’am.”

I smiled down at him watching his face become even more desperate as he stroked himself back and forth, “No. Get my cigarettes and a lighter.”

Randy stopped stroking himself, “Uhm, I’ve very asthmatic Ma’am. I don’t do well around cigarette smoke. It just about killed me when I was hiding in the closet. If you could please not.”

My mouth hung open wide as I laughed, “Oh dear. Will it kill you?”

“No, Ma’am.”

I rolled my eyes, “Hmmm, will it hospitalize you?”

“No, Ma’am, but I – I do start to wheeze, and I struggle to get enough air, and I start coughing a lot.”

“Oh, I see,” I smiled then wiped it from my face, “it’s about me, Randall. Don’t you dare try to control this? You do as your told.”

Randy hung his head as the shine of my victory lorded over him, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Pick up the pace, Randy,” I barked, “when I speak, you snap.”

I laughed as he bristled to a quick march then knelt back at my feet. I pulled one out and held it in my mouth, “Light me.”

Randy held the lighter out and raised the flame to the end of my cigarette as I took a long drag then blew the smoke in his face, “Lucky for you, I only smoke after drinking and sex,” I remarked as I listened to his breathing suddenly change. “Back to what you were doing, Randy.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, then wrapped his hand around his cock again.

“But I have questions for you now. Understand you will answer each one honestly and without holding anything back,” I told Randy as another plume of smoke swirled around the wimp’s head. “Am I clear?”

He continued to gag as his breathing whistled from deep inside him. It was obvious he was asthmatic and very sensitive to smoke. A small part of me suddenly felt guilty about being so mean, but the newly found bitch in me felt even stronger and more invincible as he knelt at my feet, helplessly sucking in the cloud that surrounded him.

Randy continued to gag as I smiled at him, “Yes, Ma’am, very clear.”

“Good, now get me an ashtray and hold it out for me as you kneel and stroke yourself,” I pointed in front of my feet. Randy rushed around the room to find one then dropped back to his knees.

I tapped the ash into the tray then took another drag, “Question number 1,” blowing another cloud in his face, “Who’s the boss?”

His eyes dropped to the floor, “You are, Ma’am.”

“What happens when you don’t do as you are told?”

Randy paused for a moment, “That’s up to you, Ma’am.”

“Nope, I want the whole truth from you,” I smirked as I rolled the ash of my cigarette across the ashtray. “Tell me what I want to hear, Randy. What happens when you don’t do as you’re told.” I was getting wet, just making him squirm like this.

His voice dropped to a whisper, “Then you will punish me.”

“Alright, that’s progress,” pulling his chin up with my fingernail to make him look at me as another plume of smoke filled his face, “and what would a punishment consist of?”

Randy’s eyes were starting to tear from the smoke, and I smiled, knowing he was helpless to stop me from doing whatever I wanted, “Well, that is your decision Ma’am, but I would reckon it might be painful.”

“So, I might spank you? Maybe whip you?”

Randy nodded, “Yes, Ma’am.”

I laughed, “I’m intrigued, Randy. But I want to know that you’ll do what I want you to do. Not just what pleases you.”

“Of course, Ma’am,” he wheezed.

“All the cleaning, the laundry, cooking, pickups, shopping?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am. I would be focused on pleasing you.”

“Ok,” I smiled, “and all decisions are mine unless I give them to you, and you will never oppose me.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I mean yes and no, Ma’am.”

I took a last long drag of my cigarette then crushed it into the ashtray as I leaned into his face and exhaled a giant cloud of smoke in his face, “And everyone, your friends and mine, your family and mine, will understand our pecking order.”

“Everyone?” his brow furrowed.

I grabbed his chin, “Everyone. The choice is yours. I think you’re the cutest thing ever, and I’m falling in love with this idea, but I only want it if it’s for real and completely unconditional.” I smiled and kissed his lips, “I’ll crack the whip, but only if I know, I’m not just feeding some little fantasy that will wear away the second I make you do something you don’t like,” and slapped his little rock-hard prick.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he continued gasping, “you’re the boss all the time. No matter what.”

“Now, I’m not without understanding. I need to know what your limits are. “So tell me, Randy. Question #3. What can’t you take?” and gazed down at his abandoned cock, “and put your hand back on your prick little man.”

He took hold of his cock and continued kneeling silently at my feet as he thought, “Well, I’ve never thought about that much. I don’t reckon I’d really like anything to do with shit or piss, Ma’am.”

My jaw dropped, “Who the fuck has sex with piss and shit, Randy?”

He smiled, “Well, Ma’am, you’d be surprised what’s online.”

“Ok,” I sighed, “none of that then,” although, in time, he’d learn it was an honor to drink my nectar, on that night, I can honestly say, I was revolted by the idea and fixing to think twice about this arrangement. “What else, and don’t you dare cum until I say so?”

“I don’t really know, Ma’am. I’ve thought about this for a long time, but it never got real. I don’t know what to say. I reckon, the way my mind works, you’re in charge, and what you say goes, so that just seems like I do what you say,” he conceded.

“Well, alright then,” I smiled down at him. “Question 4. Is this just a little fantasy of yours? Are you going to get bored of this whole thing?”

His eyes fell to the floor, looking defeated and ashamed. I smirked a little and took hold of his little prick to stroke it for him. I knew he was scared to tell me, and I understood why. “You’ve never told a soul about this, have your honey?”

“No, Ma’am,” he whispered, “you’re the first person ever.”

I pulled his chin back up to look at me, “Randy, I want to know.”

His chest heaved deeper, and his breaths got louder until finally, it came out like a deluge, “This isn’t a fad Ma’am. I’ve dreamed about it since I was young.”

“Well, alright then. Lucky for you, I’m intrigued. Very intrigued,” I told Randy as he squeezed and pumped his little wiener. “Do you want to cum, Randy?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Really? Then beg me,” I smiled, “Beg me to let you cum, little man.”

“Please let me cum, Ma’am, please. I can’t believe I’m here, and I’m so lucky already, Mistress, but I do wish you’d let me cum. Please, Ma’am, please, I’m begging you. Please let me cum,” he cried.

I laughed as I stroked even harder, “No, Randy, you may not. Do you want to explode right now, little man?”

He nodded frantically, “I can’t hold it, Ma’am!” he spits out while I kept pumping his little prick.

“Look at me, Randy,” I paused as he looked up at my face, “but you will hold it, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he cried as his hips helplessly pulled away from my fingers. I grabbed him with a jerk and pulled him back into place as he winced.

“And why is that little man?” I asked as I started back up.

He grimaced as his head canted to the right, “Because I’m yours, Ma’am. I belong to you.”

“Oh, I like that,” I declared, then guided his hand back to his cock and switched it from mine, “Then cum, sweetie, let it go,” I ordered and smiled as his little thing squirted across the floor.

“Well, you were definitely a lucky little man tonight,” I teased. “So, you’re mine to do with as I please?”

He nodded and looked to the floor again, “Yes Ma’am.”

“Good. I expect your complete obedience always, and if I don’t get it, you will feel it. Am I clear lil’ piddle?” I asked and locked my eyes on his as I stood up to lord over him.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he declared, smiling up at me.

I stood over him as his neck craned back to see me past my massive breasts, “Good, then clean your mess off my floor with your tongue,” I ordered.

“Uhm, I don’t know if I can…”

Before he could even get it out, my palm belted his face with such force I was taken back by the sound of my own slap. I had already decided that the second he demonstrated a sliver of defiance, I was going to straighten him out with a little shock and awe, but my goodness, it didn’t take much to get the effect I wanted. I hit him hard and was shocked at how little strength I needed to watch his body fly to my left as he screamed then whimpered at my feet. “I’m sorry, what did we decide about your obedience?”

His eyes welled up with tears as the side of his cheek lit up like a cherry, “I’m sorry, Mistress, I just didn’t expect it. I’ll obey. I promise. I’m sorry,” he started to cry as I dipped the bottom of my shoe in his cum. “I’ll do it, Ma’am. I promise, right now, Ma’am. I’ll do it.”

“Should I ever be questioned?” I asked before stepping on his hand to smear the cum on his knuckles, then ground them into the floor as he let out a little scream as I listened to the crackling of his hand joints.

“No, Ma’am,” he squeaked out between crying gasps.

“You’re going to learn to do as you told without even thinking you little pee on, or you’ll discover just how easily I can crush a little wimp like you,” I smiled and watched a tear drip from the end of his nose, “Am I clear about our relationship little boy?”

“Yes, Mistress Virginia,” he whimpered as I continued grinding his knuckles beneath my shoe.

I balanced my foot on my heel and lifted the bottom of my shoe from his hand, “Good, then you can start by cleaning the bottom of my shoe then the rest of your mess.”

There wasn’t any hesitation in him as he scrambled to fit his tongue in the one-inch space between my shoe and the floor. I kept shocking myself that night. First, I couldn’t believe he was digging for his own cum so eagerly beneath by foot. Second, never in my wildest dreams could I have treated anyone like this, let alone a weakling of a man like Randy. I’d just pat a little guy like that on the head and send him along, but tonight, I could almost feel myself growing bigger and stronger as his little tongue polished the bottom of my shoe. “I’m sorry, Randy, what should you be saying for such an opportunity?”

I didn’t know where this attitude was coming from, but I loved it. I felt invincible, but more than that, Randy’s diminutive little body and wimpy little demeanor was such a turn-on. The more I debated him, humiliated him, and intimidated him, the hotter I got. I already wanted his mouth between my legs again, and I knew his face would be in the position the second I pointed to my vagina. I liked being 100% in control of him, and the thought of being a full-time Domme that owned his sorry little ass was so incredibly hot.

Yet here I was, standing over this little shrimp, thinking to myself that he was the most adorable thing ever. No, he wasn’t the guy I normally looked for, but I loved talking to him, loved his touch, and loved how he talked to me like I was the only person in his universe that mattered (even before I smacked him). He was the right guy for any woman, provided you weren’t looking for sex with a bulging hulk of a man with shoulders, biceps, and a great big cock.

I realized I was attracted to him because he was a great guy who made me feel like nothing any other man had. If I could have grown past his small stature, I’d likely have dated him even without the femdom angle.

“Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you so much for letting me clean my cum off your shoe.”

I admired him for a moment until I was certain his cum was gone, “Good boy. Now do what you were told,” I said before kicking him out of my way so I could get ready for bed. As I looked behind me, I watched his face drop to the floor as he started licking. He would learn I didn’t tolerate even a hint of defiance, but it would require time for both of us to understand the power dynamics in this relationship.

When I came back out, I was ready for bed wearing a tiny gold satin teddy with a pair of 4” mules and found Randy still on his knees tending to his hand, “Ok, all done, sweetie?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I am,” he whispered with a little shake in his voice that told me my message had been delivered clearly.

“Good boy,” I laughed as I sat back down, “my feet are tired Randy, I want a footstool. Now Randy.” A wry little smirk crossed my face as he fell into position instantly. I proceeded to sit down with my phone in hand, kicked my feet in the air so that they landed with a thud on his back that made him gasp as the wind was kicked out of him. “and … I want silence.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he heaved, still trying to catch his breath.

I jabbed my heel into his ribs, pinning him against my coffee table, “Silence, pee on.”

He didn’t move another muscle or make a sound. I started creeping sites about how popular this femdom thing was to men. I also discovered just how quickly they lost interest after they’ve cum and laughed, figuring I had succinctly addressed that problem already. I made a pledge to myself that if I were going to rule over lil’ Randy, it would be 24/7 and that orgasm for him would be a rare treat. I thought about how I could work with him tirelessly to make his life a vision of heaven or a living hell depending on my mood. My mind drifted back to feeling his tongue inside my sex as I sat on his face with his balls tightly in my grip and I drifted off wondering what else I could do to him.

Suddenly, I jolted awake to find my feet still resting on his back. “How long was I asleep for Randy?”

“About 2 hours Ma’am.”

I leaped up from my couch and laughed to see him jump when my heels struck the floor, “Oh my word!” I exclaimed, grabbing his hair as I stood up, “it’s 6am. Let’s go to bed, baby.” I led him to my bedroom, holding his head by my hip as he hobbled behind me, trying to keep up while unable to stand straight up until I shoved him towards my bathroom and told him to brush his teeth with Jimmy’s red toothbrush.

I took my teddy off and kicked my shoes into the corner as I slipped into bed with him. When Randy tried to slide in and lay beside me, I grabbed his head and pulled his face into my massive cleavage as I rolled half on top of him to pin him beneath me like a body pillow, “You’ll sleep down there.”

He laid quietly with his face between my breasts as we both relaxed. I could feel the heat bleeding onto my right breast, which just reminded me of how I had enjoyed the night and him. I did wonder, though, what he thought. In my usual fashion for the night, I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look at me, “So was this everything you thought it would be?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“No?” I was surprised by his answer.

“It was better than anything I could have ever dreamed up,” he smiled up at me.

“What about when I hit you?”

“Horrible, Ma’am. It still hurts. Throbs actually,” he conceded, “but the rest was incredible. I’ll just make sure not to piss you off.”

I laughed, “Impossible pee on. Get used to it.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I lowered my lips to his and kissed him softly, “Go to sleep now,” and placed his face back within my bosom.

When I woke, he was still sleeping. I slid over the top of him and slipped his little pecker inside me. I had taken his flower just like I promised and put it in my hair. Although he thought it was the most incredible sex he had ever enjoyed, his little 3-inch baby carrot cock left me wanting. He spent the rest of that day cleaning my apartment while I created his first rules of obedience to me.

In the days and months that followed, my relationship with Randall grew. In almost no time, a key to his little cock hung deep within my cleavage, and his opportunities to enjoy an orgasm were predicated almost entirely on his behavior. That’s not to suggest I went without. Not at all, in fact, because I discovered that as the Domme, I could fuck whoever I wanted regardless of little Randall while he cleaned my home and awaited my return for his opportunity to clean me out at the snap of my fingers.

The End?