Big Linda’s Midnight Visits and Other Femdom Stories

Excerpt

We’re Just Getting Started by Lance Edwards, Femdom bdsm

Is she all he ever dreamed of or a devil in disguise? Big Linda will turn his life on end and leave him craving more!

Copyrighted © 2010 by Lance Edwards, all rights reserved

Late that very night my bedroom door suddenly crashed open, jarring me awake and flooding the room with light. There stood Big Linda Skrue. Tall and forbidding, she was silhouetted from behind for just a moment before charging in to fall upon me. What happened then was the start of something more extreme than you can possibly believe.

Without the slightest bit of ceremony Big Linda leaped onto the wave-less mattress of my queen-sized waterbed and ripped away the covers to expose my naked body.

I couldn’t believe it myself. Such things didn’t actually happen, did they? Not to guys like me. Yet here was Big Linda, larger than life and twice as imposing. And real or not she wasted no time on formalities. Flinging her overcoat to the floor, this amazing Amazon straddled me, completely naked. The glorious orbs of her matchless breasts were revealed to me at last in their stunning entirety. Pink and cream and peach, huge and globular, they seemed to fill my entire world. Swelling out from Big Linda’s barrel chest like fleshy melons they hung before me like the deliciously forbidden fruit of some wondrously bountiful fertility goddess.

Oh, my lord! Slowly, deliberately Big Linda Skrue caressed them, cupping and lifting them, proudly hefting their generous weight. Her fingers found the nipples, pinching and twisting those large, protuberant points. Then without warning she fell forward, crushing that incredible bosom directly into my helpless face. Grabbing both hands full of my hair, Big Linda held my head tight and buried me in her tits. Twisting and writhing, slapping me with their firm, springy weight, she scraped the hard arrowheads of her nipples roughly across my cheeks and chin and mouth before finally gripping my head tight and forcing one of them between my lips.

“Suck me, boy!” she hissed down. Her weight was crushing me, the massive swell of her left breast pressing against my nostrils, limiting my air. Nevertheless I went straight to work. I knew I had no other choice. It was either satisfy this potent new mistress or suffer the most unimaginable of consequences. Immediately I fastened myself to that invading nipple. Sucking its thick, stiff point deep into my mouth, I began pulling at it for all I was worth.

Mmmmmmmmmm! I was immediately rewarded for my efforts, hearing my Big Mistress Linda moan almost inaudibly.  Encouraged I sucked harder, feeling the taut, heavy flesh of that mammoth mammary quiver against my face, as involuntary shivers of pleasure ran through her. Now sucking, now nipping and nibbling and then suckling again, I fed voraciously at that enormous udder, while the incredibly gorgeous Big Linda Skrue panted and moaned and yipped out eerie cries of pleasure just above me. Finally, with a last, desperate gasp, she ripped her stiff tit-bud brusquely away from my manic mastication.

Snarling down at me, still holding me tightly by the hair, Big Mistress Linda twisted her torso back and forth and all around, rubbing that hard wet point all over my helpless face. Big and rubbery, it scraped my features from chin to brow and ear to ear. Then she forced open my jaws and immediately popped in the other one, demanding equal service.

Dutifully I obeyed, attacking those tasty pink nipples, licking, sucking and nibbling, using my lips and teeth and tongue on them with all of my energy and skill. Soon they were each so red and distended that I expected them to begin spurting hot milk all over me at any moment. Yet this obviously wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy a voracious specimen like Big Linda Skrue, and she soon let me know it.

As I continued to humbly work on her, I suddenly felt Big Linda’s hand reach around back and seize the rigidly upright length of my cock. She began pumping it, taunting me as she did so, humiliating me and forcing me to grovel beneath her.

“What the hell’s with this worthless hard-on, you disgusting man, you weak little shit! Don’t you understand the situation here yet? Well let me educate you, boy. You are here for my pleasure alone, got it? That’s all. To me you are nothing but another of my toys, a dildo to stick in my cunt, and that’s it! From now on you do what I say, when I say, get it?  If I say suck, then you suck, damn it, and if I feel like riding your useless little cock, you damn well better stay rock hard until I’m finished! This cock belongs to me now, slut-slave! See? You are just a convenient tongue attached. So you behave yourself, little man, and one day maybe I’ll even let you up inside me. Then again…” She paused in her wonderful pumping, gripping me tightly, even painfully. “I think my cunt’s too good for a worthless little cripple like you.”

Once again Big Linda ripped her succulent tit unceremoniously from my suckling jaws. Then she sat up, releasing my throbbing cock.

“I’m going to make you jerk yourself off instead. You like playing with yourself, don’t you? You probably like it far better than fucking a real woman like me anyway. What else were you doing this morning, huh: playing with yourself! You shameless little piece of shit! Admit it! Admit your guilt, your weakness, and maybe I’ll let you jerk yourself off!”

Looming over me, glaring down, with her beautiful huge breasts heaving with excitement and her sweet cunt just out of reach, Big Linda Skrue seemed a totally different creature from my detached, efficient, calmly professional home health aide. I could hardly believe that woman ever existed. In her place was a powerfully motivated sexual dynamo, a simmering cauldron of consuming desires, boiling with the uncontainable need to dominate and humiliate a helpless male – perhaps by proxy even the whole male sex.

I’d never seen anything like it. From whence came such a burning need? Someone must have hurt her bad at one time, to make her so determinedly misogynous. Or perhaps it was just that every man she’d deigned to try had failed to satisfy her.

Whatever the case, it was clear that Big Mistress Linda meant to thoroughly degrade me more than just verbally as the price of having sex with her. Yet as I lay there buck-naked and completely helpless beneath her – and far too long deprived of any kind of intercourse – I somehow found the price shamefully easy to pay.

Intentionally or not, Big Linda’s overbearing approach and domineering attitude had managed to tap into strange, hidden needs buried so deep in my own psyche that I’d never before recognized them. To this day I still haven’t unraveled the mystery of their existence. But I do know one thing. Somehow our previous confrontation in the bathtub had shown me an avenue into ecstasy more profound than anything I’d ever dreamed of.

I remembered the incredible intensity of my involuntary orgasm, and the secret, guilty pleasure of being caught indulging in my own degradation. Somehow in that shocked moment of utter shame and exquisite, mind-blowing release, I’d unwittingly crossed a border into some perverse, narcissistic inner terrain, an uncharted realm of eager, willing submission to personal humiliation. Now, prostrated before this powerfully aggressive, irresistibly dominant woman, that deeply rooted need yearned upward in me, urging me to abandon myself to Big Mistress Linda’s ruthless, authoritarian control. And again, what choice did I have? Like an omnipotent goddess she towered over me: beautiful, wrathful, and implacable. And then suddenly Big Linda’s patience ran out. She struck me, slapping me smartly across the face.

“I said admit it!” she screamed. “Admit your weakness, you fucking piece of shit!” She slapped me harder, again and again, and the pain was exciting, delicious, sharpening my humiliation to the point where I was finally able to cry out my willing submission.

“Yes, Mistress, I admit it!” I blurted. Unrehearsed the words tumbled from me. “I’m a weak, despicable little shit! I play with myself, I do! I sit alone in the bathtub and masturbate, wishing I were man enough for you! Oh Mistress, I’m a bad, dirty, shameful little boy!”

“That’s too fucking right!” Big Linda shouted immediately down. “Now prove it! Jerk yourself off, right here in front of me!”

“No, no, Big Linda!” I wailed, getting totally into the game. “Please, don’t make me touch myself, it’s dirty, it’s evil, it’s bad!”

“That’s right!” she screeched back. “It’s sleazy and disgusting and you love it! Now do it, you shameless, worthless, perverted little bastard! Touch yourself!”

And so at last I closed my eyes and reached down, taking myself in hand. But before I could begin abusing myself, my mistress Big Linda slapped me again, so hard it stunned me.

“Look at me, damn you!” she snarled. “Open your eyes and look me in the face while you do it, you filthy little slut!”

And so I complied, lying guilty there beneath her, watching her watch me with an expression of irremediable contempt as I slowly fondled myself. Leaving off stroking my seemingly rock-hard penis for a moment I cupped and rubbed my tingling balls. Then finally I once again took that impatiently waiting cock in a good hard grip and started pumping away.

Deeply humiliated I jerked my rod, gasping and groaning and feeling my face color with shame. Meanwhile Big Linda Skrue smirked derisively down at me, folding her arms under her magnificent breasts and dishing out a constant, scathing critique of my performance. Was that as fast as I could go? Was that as hard as I could get?  She wasn’t surprised. A worthless piece of shit like me…she wanted to see more, damn it! More! “Perform for your mistress, slave!”

And so I worked it harder, panting and moaning, pumping and jerking myself for all I was worth. Meanwhile my eyes crawled avidly over Big Mistress Linda’s unbelievable body, poised above me in mocking judgment of my weakness and perversity.

What a sight! Better than any airbrushed pin-up by far. Soon I felt myself throbbing urgently, swelling ever larger; my balls tightening with expectation. Eventually I was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably under my own stimulation, my face and cock burning hot with blood and my desperate arousal peaking. Yet I wasn’t the only one turned on.

By this time Big Linda had become visibly aroused as well. Her big pink nipples were incredibly erect, with obvious gooseflesh rashed out all over her wonderful body. Meanwhile both hands had crept between her legs, and with her head thrown back and her chest thrust out she began working her own genitals with breathless abandon.

Oh, Mistress!

Masturbating there before me she was a stunning spectacle, her red-golden hair falling over her powerful shoulders in a shining cascade, her orange-freckled face flushed with arousal and her massive tits jiggling to the rhythm of her strokes. At last she began reaching for her climax, gouging at herself and shrieking at me.

“Now, Slut-boy! Come now, damn you! Blow that filthy load all over yourself!”

Her command was absolute. The eruption building in my balls became instantly uncontainable. Sticky-white dream cream suddenly fountained from my prick, leaping so high in the air that hot splatters of it rained down all over my chest, belly, and even my face and neck.

That was all Big Linda needed. Seeing me degraded like that her own uncontainable orgasm tore through her, exiting her shuddering body in an escalating series of animalistic screams. Higher and higher they rose, shivering the air of the room, and my fear of her grew apace. She sounded like some kind of she-beast in heat. But last Big Linda tapered off into panting gasps, sneering down at me as she regained her breath.

“Look at you, with your own come dripping down your face.” But for some reason her scorn was less than it was, and she leaned over and began licking me off.

With her wet, deliciously warm tongue, Big Linda Skrue cleaned first my face and neck, then my chest and stomach and finally the spent, slowly wilting length of my cock.

She spent several long minutes licking and slurping and sucking me up, and before long she had me coaxed up into yet another erection. But the moment I was hard again she quit, rising from the bed and retrieving her coat from the floor.

“That’s all for tonight,” Big Linda declared. “I’m not touching you again. I’ve got other things to do. Finish it up yourself, Slut-boy.” She gestured peremptorily, and waited until I once again took myself in hand. Then she continued.

“You just jerk yourself off one more time, and think about how much you want me to fuck you. You might not be so grateful later. ‘Cause believe me, little sex toy, we’re just getting started. I’ve got things to do to you that you won’t believe. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Slut-boy. Just you wait. In the meantime, get jerking!” And with that she turned and slammed out the door, leaving me alone, naked and erect in the dark.

Still stunned, I didn’t even try to come to terms with what had just happened. I just started pumping, picturing Big Linda’s sneering face and feeling my own cheeks coloring yet again with shame. Now that I knew who the real boss was around here, I obeyed her unconditionally. Whipped along by the goad of Big Linda’s imagined demands, I jerked and jerked and jerked my stubbornly hard yet increasingly abraded cock until I thought my arm would fall off. Finally, after nearly half an hour of painful, urgent labor, I at last managed to yank myself to the day’s third orgasm. Crying out with unbelievable release and relief, I spasmed and shuddered, then spewed out a single, pearly white dot to the menacing memory of Big Linda Skrue.

My arm aching, cock-sore and shame-faced, exhausted and depleted, I collapsed straight asleep after that. Morning – and the rest of my suddenly unsettling future – would just have to take care of themselves.

Editor’s Note: This excerpt provides just a mild taste of what’s in store for this ‘sex-toy’. Content in this novella and the other stories in the Big Linda collection is for lovers of Femdom extremes. Please read the book description for complete details.