Description
by Zakfar Magni
Views of Domination and Submission in a collection of twenty short stories, some highly erotic and others leaving the reader in no doubt that domination (or submission) does not necessarily have to be sexual. Zakfar’s stories look at dominant and submissive roles in societies, real and fictitious, as well as in personal relationships, and at society’s reaction to non-vanilla relationships of all flavours when the traditional roles are reversed or taken to extremes. Included are BDSM, maledom, femdom, bondage, S&M, presented in a variety of settings and themes including horror, thriller, comedy and adventure, but the end result is rarely happy…
Published: 2 / 2012
No. words: 71400
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Moderate BDSM, Dark Secrets BDSM/Bondage, Bondage/BDSM Short Stories
I normally avoided formal parties. It was not because I had problems with them, it was because they had a problem with me. As I did not like wearing formal clothes, they did not permit me to enter such parties. They did not understand my simple rule: live as you like and do what you want. It was too much for them to accept.
My stock share agent Raphael actually forced me to visit that party. According to him, I should not try to run away from everyone just because of my failure with Rosy. I tried to convince him and I failed. Finally, I submitted to his illogical demand and visited that party. I am sure that later he regretted pushing me into it.
As usual, I was stopped at the entrance. They told that my clothes were inappropriate. I did not understand what was wrong with them. I was simply wearing denim jeans with a loose T-shirt. Everyone wore them those days. So, my T-shirt had a picture of a finger. Well, I think everyone used the finger gesture some time some days.
I was angry. I decided to enter the party no matter what. So I bribed an attendant and entered through a back door that some employees used. I started to roam around. Except me, all the males were wearing tuxedos and similar formal clothes. I felt good at the expressions of disapproval. It was as if I was showing the finger to everyone who did not like me.
I expected that guards would soon find me and kick me out of the party. But it did not happen. After giving a pleasant smile to many of those irritating faces, I moved towards the bar and asked for the drink. I did not notice that Sabrina was standing just to my right. Even if I had known, I would not have cared.
When she looked at me, her face filled up with anger. I realized that she was watching me. I tried to give her my normal smile, to further increase her anger. It worked.
“If you were my son, I would have spanked you so hard that you could not have sat down for weeks.” It was all she said. And her words flowed through me and I looked at her again, I gulped and a strange confusion overcame me. I recognized Sabrina, and I felt the same strange feelings that I had felt for Samantha and Rosy. I had seen Sabrina on TV, but in reality she looked her age. She was beautiful.
It was not the first time someone had cursed me. Normally in that situation, I teased others appropriately. I never apologized to anyone. But Sabrina had taken me under her spell with her charming attitude of motherly-authority. My eyes dropped. I apologized. That brought a smile to her face and she asked me my name.
As soon as I told her that I was normally referred to as Greedy Motherfucker, she recognized me. Her eyes widened in shock. She gulped, and then she started to look me over, head to tail, checking out every part of me she could see with my clothes on. I indeed had a good build and a strong body for a pervert. After few minutes of X-raying me thoroughly, she started to ask me a few questions.
I quickly realized Sabrina’s intentions. I also liked her. I knew her confusion. She was 60 years old, and I was 30 years old. She owned a big business empire and people accused me for playing with elder women for their money. But I knew the steps I needed to take. I gave her all the information she wanted, and after the party I left with her, as she wanted.
Sabrina was not just my perfect match. She was a lot more than me. Since the first day, she told me to call her mom, not just in the bedroom but also in front of everyone. Even after our marriage it continued, which confused many. She was a famous woman and she was not afraid of anyone, neither media, nor her kids. She was not even afraid of damaging her prestige in society. We married without wasting any time.
Sabrina was indeed a smart woman. In the name of caution due to my popularity, she took over all my shares and belongings and put them in her name. I agreed to all that she wanted. I wanted to be with her, in whatever condition that suited her. But with that, I had nothing left. I became completely dependent on her for everything.
She lived in a joint family system in a big mansion. All three kids had their separate portions within the main building. Although they did not like our marriage, they were afraid of Sabrina and none of them said anything. No one ever said anything to me either. And they also tried their best not to give me any bad glances. Sabrina could kick them out of the house whenever she chose, and it was too much of a risk for any of them to take.
Sabrina knew how to safeguard herself. She made a formal declaration that that half of her assets were to go to me and the rest would distribute equally among the three children. But that would only happen if she had a natural death. Otherwise, everything will go to trusts.
Damn! She already had lived a very good life. She still lived a lot better than many. She had a huge sum of money, almost all the luxuries it was possible to buy, respect, power, and I don’t know what else, and on top of that a husband like me. I mean, how many 60-year-old women could have a young, fit husband who could fulfill all of her desires with such a passion? She still wanted to live another fifty years or more. Now tell me, who was a Greedy Motherfucker?
My time with her was entirely different from anything I had imagined. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed everything about her. She loved having full power. Rather than her husband, she used me more like her puppet. She gave me very little money and time, and for everything that I needed I was supposed to ask her. I was not allowed to leave her for any reason without her permission. Even when I wanted to use the restroom, I needed to ask her, but she respected my needs and desires, and she allowed me all that I asked.
I was always with Sabrina, and she traveled a lot. But she did not give me any tasks related to her business. From the office to the hotel room, my company was purely for her. Although she could have a body massage or sexual pleasure of any variety whenever she wanted, she avoided them during her working hours. Such things happened in the late hours in the rooms where she intended to have some rest after her tiring day. I never denied her anything. I could not. I was no doubt afraid of her. I had found some truths behind those accusations made about her.
