Smut for ALL ANIME WEEBS

Femdom x male y/n

Hello my lovely readers, i do apologize for the 2 year long hiatus. I have been dealing with a lot of family and college issues and haven't been able to create a new story for you all. I do know that doesn't atone for leaving you all without a good story. Although there is a lot of stories that i have to get back and go through, i will do my best to get to your requests. Love your friendly writer. - Alpha tetsuro

I was at a party late at night, going around and flirting with every woman I could see. It was a fun game for me because I would do it in the worst way possible and they would look at me in disgust. I was just about to leave when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shivered and heard a chuckle. "Where are you going all alone, ladykiller?" I turned around to see a gorgeous woman. I opened my mouth to speak, but she smirked and glanced down. Naturally I copied her, and to my horror a gun was pointing straight at me. I paled and all she said was "act natural." She led me out of the party, me stumbling out of fear. She pulled me down a side alley. I started to babble, "Who are you? What do you want?" She chuckled to herself, "No, ladykiller, I want a date." I was completely baffled. A date?! Surely she was joking. "Seriously??" I whimpered. She smirked again, "What a lovely voice. Yes, a date." I nodded, still shaking, "OK, but I'm not paying." She chuckled, "So defiant." As we walked through town, I glanced down an open street, looking for a chance to escape. She must have felt me move, because she smiled and I felt a sharp sensation in my side. I looked down to see a knife pulling away from me into the folds of her sleeve. I shivered, but it wasn't out of fear. I felt intrigued, excited. And a new feeling. She laughed at my confused expression. We went to one of the better places in town. She stared at me with a light in her eyes I couldn't quite read, and I was ever aware of the gun in her bag. About halfway through dinner, I felt her hand on my crotch. I sat straight up in my chair, startled. All she did was smile and move her hand away. Afterwards, I couldn't shake the feeling something was missing. We were walking back to her place, and she turned and kissed me on the cheek and skipped away. I was about to explode when she said, "This is it. Thanks for the great night. You can go home now, unless..." She shot me a smile before turning towards the house. I stood there for a good ten seconds, one side screaming at me to RUN RUN RUN, the other wanting more. The latter won, and I was walking into the house of the woman who kidnapped me. She turned around with a smile on her face, pleased I followed. "Good boy~." There was that familiar shiver, and the familiar giggle that followed. She circled around behind me and gave a playful push to a room off to the side. I stumbled in and she turned on the light. At first, all it revealed was a simple bed. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed the collection of bindings and sex toys around the room. I backed up quickly. Into my kidnapper. She stopped me and ran a hand down my back, "Where do you think you're going~? You agreed to this, didn't you?" Once again the shiver. My mind went fuzzy, and the room was spinning. I took a deep breath and nodded. "Good boy~" she said with a hint of satisfaction in her voice as she propelled me onto the bed. I sat on the edge, but she said, "No no, lie in the middle." The shiver. I reluctantly crawled to the center. I could feel her smile on me as I laid down. "Alright, I'm ready to tie you u..." I had a sinking feeling as I looked at her smile and that same light in her eyes as she tied my hands to the sides of the bed. "Did you really think you were in charge?" That damn shiver again. I had the sudden epiphany that she had controlled me throughout the entire night. I shook my head no, I didn't think that. I had only hoped, just a little. I looked on in horror and excitement as she finished tying down my legs. She saw the tightness in my pants and chuckled again. If that were the only sound I ever heard, I wouldn't ever change it. This thought popped into my head suddenly. I was startled by its truthfulness. She tapped my pants and crooned, "This might change in a moment." "Why?" I soon figured it out as she dropped her dress and revealed an assortment of knives. She dropped the sheath that held the knife she used to control me with. She pulled out a second and cut off my shirt. I whimpered as she knicked me. She laughed. I knew she did it on purpose. She looked down my pants and I saw a slight look of surprise flash over her face. "Huh, usually men flake once I pull the knives out. You just got harder, you masochist~." Masochist? Surely I wasn't. Masochists were those that liked pai- oh shit. "You didn't know, did you?" she crooned. She climbed on top of me and began to run her hands over my chest, neck, and thighs. I shivered and whimpered as she discovered weak spots. She seemed to note each one and focused on those areas. She leaned down and kissed me. Softly at first, but with increasing intensity. My heart rate quickened as she forced her tongue down my throat. I couldn't get enough. All the while she was still caressing me, grabbing me now on my weak spots. She broke away and a moan escaped my lips. It was high pitched, nothing I'd ever done before. She laughed in a way that I now realized was sadistic, and that light in her eye was of the same kind. I was panting, and she resumed moving her hands. I was switching between whimpering and moaning, and try as I might, I couldn't smother either. "There's that voice~." I stopped trying to cover it up. She stopped after about 30 minutes of this. I could tell my pants were wet with precum. She grabbed her knife and cut those away too, knicking me along the way. She laughed at the wet spot on my underwear and my spasms of pleasure. She cut my underwear away and ran a hand along my cock. I moaned loudly and she smiled as she quickly pulled away. She smiled as she pulled out a fan and said "I'll be back in about 30 minutes." I whimpered and moaned as the fan played with me. It was more like an eternity when she came back and turned off the fan. I was panting heavily and begging her to let me cum when she pulled out a gag. "No no, only naughty boys beg~. We'll have to fix that." She covered my mouth and disappeared again. She came back in with candles and that cruel look on her face. She stood over me and dripped hot wax on my chest and thighs as I moaned and fought against the bonds. She stopped and removed my gag. She dropped down on top of me, forcing the air out of my lungs and winding me. Before I could recover, she was kissing me roughly and caressing and grabbing me again. I tried to moan but couldn't as she held my tongue down with hers. After about 30 minutes, she pulled away and slid off the bed. She went to a side closet and pulled out lube and a box. She set them to the side. I barely had time to wonder what was in the box before she started biting and caressing me. I couldn't control myself. I writhed and whimpered and moaned in my bonds, forgetting everything else. She pulled back with me covered in bite marks. My mind was fuzzy again and I couldn't understand what was happening around me. She went back and started to put the lube on my ass. She opened up the box as I came to my senses. I felt myself go numb from seeing the contents of the box: a strap on. She slipped a ring over my cock and said, "you'll have to earn it." She smiled as she used the knife to cut the ropes around my legs. She lifted my legs up and started to peg me. Slowly at first, but faster and harder as I began to moan louder and louder. She would intermittently bite my legs between thrusts. I forgot everything at that time: my name, where I lived, what I was doing. I begged and begged , but she never let up or let me cum. After she was finished, she used me as a human dildo and satisfied herself again and again. She finally stopped and got off, with me half unconscious and begging to cum. She slid up my body and whispered in my ear: "How do you want to finish? With your cock, with your ass, or maybe both?" "B-both." I whispered, barely enough awareness in me to speak. She licked my ear, "Good boy~" She slid back down and took off the ring. She started to peg me again while giving me a handjob. I moaned and whimpered, trying to hold it in. I didn't want the pleasure to end, but eventually I came. She left me tied up as she went and showered. She came back in with another box. "I have a present for you." She opened the box, and there it was: a collar with the words "good boy" engraved into it. "It's yours if you want it." she said. I looked at her for a moment, this time with both sides of me agreeing. "Absolutely." She smiled again, but this time it was more caring even if that sadistic light was still in her eye. "Good boy~." We slept together for the entire 2 hours left until daylight, me tied up and her head on my chest.