The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BDSM Fem Dom Erotica)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 14,200
3 Ratings (3.3)

HE WAS THE DOMINEERING ONE WITH A SECRET...

For the past several years, Declan and Jennifer MacIntire have been going through the motions in their marriage as Declan rose up the ranks to become CEO at his advertising firm. Financially secure, the college sweethearts had drifted apart. Jennifer put on a few pounds, while Declan engaged the services of a fine dominatrix at a nearby BDSM club, unbeknownst to Jennifer.

SHE WAS A PUSHOVER WHO HAD JUST HAD ENOUGH...

Jennifer gave up her promising career as an interior decorator to support Declan's dizzying career climb, but his increasingly condescending and hostile attitude towards her was out of control. She missed the gorgeous, sensual man she'd fallen in love with in college; sex was great, but a distant memory, and his tongue -- a legend. For the past few years he'd seemed colder, more distant, and she wondered whether he had a mistress.

When Declan goes too far one day, Jennifer surprises him -- and herself -- by becoming an unexpected dom to Declan's sub. But what they both could never guess is how it will all end, and how unexpected some doms really are....

If you liked 50 Shades of Grey, or Bared to You, or Meghan's Pegging the Boss series, you'll love The Unexpected Dom, the first in a three-story trilogy.

The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BDSM Fem Dom Erotica)
3 Ratings (3.3)

The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BDSM Fem Dom Erotica)

excessica publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 14,200
3 Ratings (3.3)
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Next had been a stop for a complete makeover. She learned lots of makeup tricks and came home with several bags of recommended products. Jennifer was still a bit in awe at the change in her. In fact, she wasn’t sure her own mother would recognize her right now. But that was a very good thing.

She hurried to finish getting things in place before Declan returned home from work. He had some lessons of his own to learn and she was going to be his teacher. Wouldn’t he be surprised? she thought as she set things up in family room. There was plenty of space and privacy in here to do what she needed. Finally, about thirty minutes before Declan was due home, she ran upstairs to the bedroom and changed into her new outfit.

Right on cue, she heard Declan’s car pull into the driveway. Jennifer raced downstairs so she could be at her post just behind the front door. She had locked the door to give herself a bit more time to get ready because she knew that Declan would have to take time to unlock it. As he fumbled around with the key at the lock, Jennifer could hear him cursing her with each breath. She smiled at the sound because that merely spurred her on.

Declan finally managed to unlock the door and stepped inside. As soon as he slammed the door, he started to yell for Jennifer. Before he even realized what was going on, Jennifer leaped on him from behind and wrapped a cord around his chest. She had him on the floor and was straddling him in no time, hog tying him, rendering him completely helpless.

And fully bound, controlled solely by her.

“What the FUCK are you DOING?” he roared.

“Shut up, Moron!” Jennifer said in a deadly quiet voice. “It’s time for you to learn a lesson or two about respecting your wife.”

He kept straining and fighting against the cord she was using to keep him under control.

“Be still or you’re going to force me to hurt you,” she said.

Oddly enough, Declan stopped struggling and simply stared up at her. Jennifer stood up and used the long end of the cord to haul him to his feet. She led him into the family room. She halted at a table that held various items, among them a pair of scissors, which she picked up. Positioning the scissors at Declan’s neck, she started cutting on his clothes. Since the scissors were sharp, she made short order of slicing through the material and in minutes he was standing naked in the middle of the floor, wearing only his socks and dress shoes.

Jennifer handcuffed Declan’s hands in front of him and ordered him to remove his both socks and shoes. He was still strangely quiet and obeyed her instantly. She wasn't expecting such compliance! She needed to be careful, though; Declan wasn't stupid. Any chance to escape and he would take it. When he looked back at her, it was if he was seeing her for the first time.

“You look – different,” he said.

“I AM different, you jackass,” Jennifer replied. “Now, you need to get on your knees and beg my forgiveness for the way you’ve treated me for years, you worm.”

She used the riding crop that she had retrieved from the table to whack him on the side of his hips as encouragement. The red mark she left made her feel queasy, but she acted like she was in control.

“Kneel, worm,” she commanded. “I won’t say it again.”

* * *

Declan saw the look in his wife’s eyes and slowly went to his knees. He couldn’t believe that he wasn’t fighting her more on this but he was, surprisingly, aroused by this change in her. Those feelings had died a long time ago, right about when he started going to the BDSM club with a few guys at work. He'd kept his trips there a secret, and had been very, very careful never to technically cheat on her. Not even a quick hand job or blow job like some of the more “moral” guys at work.

He was in it for the loss of control, for having someone else tell him what to do for once. Being the head of the company sucked in many ways, with the burden of a thousand responsibilities on his shoulders. At the club, he could just be tortured until it all faded away, teased into a tizzy he unleashed in the care of his dominatrix, stroking off to the memory of being the ultimate sub.

His wife was standing before him wearing a black leather corset that laced up the front, black silk thigh high stockings, and black patent leather knee high boots. She had had her hair colored and styled and she was wearing makeup. In shock, he realized that he found her absolutely beautiful.

“What are you looking at?” Jennifer barked at him. “Beg me for forgiveness!” With that she cracked him over the shoulders with the riding crop. “Say it!”

“P-p-please forgive me for mistreating you,” Declan stammered.

Jennifer whacked him over the shoulders again.

“Don’t look at me! And call me Goddess! Tell me how beautiful I am and that you’re here only to do my bidding!”

“You’re so beautiful, Goddess. I exist only to serve you and do as you command.” The words rolled effortlessly off his tongue, for he was very practiced in following a dominatrix's command. Only his wife didn't know that.

“That’s better. Now, show your devotion to me and start shining and cleaning my boots—with your tongue. I want them to be so shiny that I can see my reflection in them.” Her grin made his insides twitch with desire. Damn, she was gorgeous. No more of that wimpy, mousy thing she had turned into lately. This was the woman he'd fallen for, and hell if he didn't feel himself sighing and praying for more. And yet...he'd been the dominant one for so long. Instinct took over.

Declan started to argue but caught the look on her face and knew he was only going to be whacked with the riding crop again if he talked back. Slowly, he leaned forward and began to lick the toes of her boots. He diligently cleaned and licked both boots until she had decided that they were good enough. She walked away from him and stopped on the other side of the room.

“Now, we’re going to let you do a trick,” she said. “Belly crawl to me like the snake you are.”

Declan wasn’t sure what to do – but he knew he better try to make her happy. He had never seen Jennifer this way and he was a little frightened of her. So he managed to get onto his stomach with his cuffed hands underneath him and started to inch his way across the floor. It wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world but his cock was standing at attention in spite of himself.

Once he reached her, he wasn’t sure what to do next. But he needn’t have worried – Jennifer was ready with his next assignment. After instructing him to get up, which he had a rather difficult time doing, she dangled a very strange looking contraption in front of him.

“This” Jennifer said, “is called a chastity device. I’ll be putting this on your useless cock, locking you in it and keeping the key. It’s a device that will not allow your tiny cock to get hard. If it DOES start to become hard, it’s going to hurt you like hell. Now, let’s just get this on you.”

With those words, Jennifer deftly encased Declan’s cock inside the chastity device and locked it securely. She had placed a blanket on the floor along with a dog bowl with food in it and a bowl containing water. She now led him over to the blanket and instructed him to sit. Then she put a black studded dog collar around his neck to which she attached a leash, and then she attached the leash to a special ring that seemed bolted to the wall, using another ring at the end of the chain metal leash.

He was firmly trapped.

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