Corinna-Female Warrior. Part II By Janet Things go from bad to really bad as Corinna puts her Stepfather through the hoop. We took him upstairs to my bedroom. He knelt before us. "Whenever Mistress Corinna or I enter the room you will fall to your knees out respect for us. D'you understand me?" Linda asked. She yanked his head back and spat in his face "Do you?" "Yes Mistress." He replied. "Failure to obey any order given to you by me or Mistress Linda will result in a flogging. Understand?" He nodded. I slapped him hard across the face. "The answer is 'Yes Mistress'" I yelled. "Yes Mistress Corinna. I'm sorry." "Believe me you perverted piece of shit you will be very sorry when I've finished with you." He cowered before us, Linda's spittle dripped off of his chin and for the first time I felt that he was afraid of us. "Go over to my drawers." I ordered. He quickly crawled across to the chest of drawers and knelt before them. "Open my underwear drawer. You know which one that is don't you?" He pulled open the top drawer. "Take out all of my knickers and put them on the bed." I instructed. I have about fifteen pairs of knickers and he piled them on the bed. "Which ones have you used to wank with?" I asked. He selected four pair. The navy satin one's were in the laundry. "That's all?" "Yes Mistress Corinna." He timidly replied. "Show Mistress Linda how you use them." He looked up at me briefly. I stared him down no words were exchanged. He picked up the red satin bikinis that were my favorites, and pulled them onto his head. Linda laughed as he started to pull himself off. I was dressed in a short denim skirt and a white halter-top Linda wore a navy blue mini skirt and a white blouse, not exactly Femdom gear but the leather and other fancy dress paraphernalia depicted in magazines and videos is what men want us to wear to fuel their fantasies. The Dominatrix of the third millennium will wear what she damn well pleases and what she's wearing will not have the slightest bearing on the punishment meted out. "I'm about to cum Mistress. May I? The wanker asked. "Then come you fucking cretin." I snapped. He blew his mess into an ashtray that Linda had put in front of him. He knelt there for a few seconds milking his cum into the ashtray. "Now use the white ones and do it again." He knew that it was useless to argue and proceeded to remove the red one and replaced them with the white lace thongs. I rarely wore them I never found them comfortable. He obviously did. He pulled them onto his head positioning the crotch over his nose and then took his deflated penis in his hand and tried to get it up again. "You know it's times like this that I wish I smoked. Bit of ash and cum would slide down beautifully!" He was having trouble getting a second erection. "You've got one more minute. If you haven't got that thing up by three o'clock I'm going to flog you. He tried. But I don't think Linda helped with her bitter verbal attack. "Probably the only thing that men do well is masturbate that's because they've had years of practice. How many years have you been pulling yourself off Larry?" She stood over him and she spat in his face again. She was enjoying herself. From where I sat she looked like the perfect bitch. Despite being on his knees Larry was almost as tall as her 5'5'' frame. Her dark brown hair was brushed back behind her ears. She wore very little make up just a touch of lippy and something around her vivid green eye's to enhance them. I was sure that she wore tinted contacts. Larry pulled on his limp organ until Linda got pissed off with him. She backhanded him, sending him sprawling across the floor beside the bed. "You useless fucker." She jumped on him and grabbed his cock and really started to jerk him off. She roughly yanked his cock pumping him. He struggled beneath her as he slowly became erect in her fist. "Now finish the job you stupid useless fucking man." She got off of him and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to his knees. He obeyed her and pulled himself off. Only a little bit dribbled out of the end of his cockeye into the ashtray. "Now you can take your pick. Pink or black?" He took the black satin bikinis and pulled them over his head, replacing the thongs. His cock looked red and sore Linda had been rough with him but not as rough as I intended to be if he failed to do as I said. It didn't take long before it was obvious that he would disobey me again. I had his belt folded in half and snapped it together. "I've had enough of your mucking around." I shouted. "You will learn to obey me I promise you. Now bend over the bed." Linda grabbed him by the hair and dragged him across the bed. She sat on his back and held his arms. I brought the belt down across his arse. One. He bucked but I don't think I hurt him. Two. Same spot, and a little reaction. Three. Linda gripped his wrists and pulled his arms higher. Four-and he was starting to writhe beneath Linda. "I can hold the prick." She told me with a smile, her skirt crept up her thighs exposing her black pantied crotch. Five. I brought the belt slashing in the same general area, his arse cheeks were starting to glow, he was starting to make noises Six, seven, eight. He was now starting to plead with me stop. His backside was turning a brilliant shade of crimson. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. I was now hurting him. "Please Stop Mistress Corinna." He managed between cries. I decided that I wouldn't stop until twenty or when he started crying which ever came second. I was enjoying myself, I was getting off on his pain. It was then I think I realized that I was a sadist. "Scream you bitch!" I yelled at him . Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. I slammed the belt against his arse. It was becoming purple in one spot. I was making him cry now. God, it was so easy to make him cry. I was going to take my domination of him to a new level. I wanted him to be afraid of me, even terrified of me. When he saw me I wanted him to think of this moment, whatever had gone on before between us was ancient history. I was now his mistress and he was my slave and everything else was irrelevant. He squealed like a baby. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. I drew blood. A small trickle ran down the back of his leg. It gave me even more enthusiasm. He was screaming for me to stop. Linda laughed, "I can't make out what he's saying." Nineteen, twenty. I drew blood from another couple of spots. I was tempted to give him a few more, but I thought I'd let these one's sink in and maybe the thought of another dozen in ten minutes would break him. I wanted to break him. I threw the belt on to the bed. Linda remained on his back. I looked at his bleeding rump. It ranged in colours from pink to an angry red and a maroon to a plum colour. I then looked at how vulnerable he looked. "It's a shame we haven't got a dildo. I'd like to take him from behind." Linda laughed. "Finger him. Give him an idea of what he can expect. "No that's alright. Maybe later." "Can I." She asked. "Later." I wanted to take my time in breaking him, I didn't want to do it all in one session. "Get off of him. He hasn't finished his first task yet." Linda stood up and Larry crumpled to the floor. "Please.Mistress Corinna..M.Mistress Linda, he sobbed like a five year old. He crawled to my feet begging for us to stop. I hit him hard across the face he crashed into the door. I kicked him. "You will do as I tell you to do. Do you understand me?" "Yes Mistress Corinna." "So when I say 'Get it up.' What will you do?" I shouted at him. "Get it up Mistress." He managed between sobs "Then get it up, put those pink knickers on your head and jerk off. Do it NOW!!"I ordered He didn't resemble my stepfather anymore. He was a piece of male shit that I was torturing. I watched almost detached from the scene as he pulled his limp dick to a half erection and ejaculated some more dribble into the ashtray. "Now the black ones." He obeyed. He quickly removed the pink satin ones and put a small pair of black lace bikinis on his head. He gripped his shriveled little penis and pulled himself again. I walked out of my bedroom Linda followed me. "I wanna crush him Linda. I wanna crush him so bad." "I think you are going to achieve that, Cor. He's about ready. I've never done what you're doing. Most of the idiots who come and see me want a good hiding. They want to be abused. He's really quite straight just got an unfortunate pantie fetish." I looked at my 'quite straight stepfather', a kneeling, sobbing man with a pair of my knickers on his head jerking himself off. "He doesn't look that straight from where I'm standing." Linda looked over her shoulder and we both burst out laughing. His forth ejaculation was another tiny dribble. He milked his mess into the ashtray. When I was certain he'd drained the contents of his balls I returned to the bedroom. I stood over him Linda beside me. "Now I want you to lick up every drop out of this ashtray." I tapped it with my toe. "D'you understand me?" He nodded "I didn't hear you." "Yes Mistress Corinna." He correctly replied He bowed his head and crouched down to the ashtray and started to lick it clean. Linda and I watched as he licked up his mess. "This is the beginning, Larry. Over the next few days you are going to be surprised at how far we are going to stretch you before we finally break you." I looked at my watch it was only three thirty we had another two hours before his wife came home. When the ashtray was spotless he knelt up and looked at me. "Please Mistress Corinna may I speak?" he requested. I looked at him. "No you've got nothing that I want to hear. "Please Mistress, it's important." He persisted. "Very well, but make it quick." "These marks, Mistress. What am I going to tell Pat when she comes home." "That, Larry will be your problem. Of course if you want me to tell her that I found you with a pair of my knickers over your head pulling your plonker I'll tell her that to confirm your story. Is that what you want?" Linda laughed. "And I'm her witness!" "Please.." "Larry, you don't realize how much shit you are in. I've got plans for you and none of them are in your interest. Pat is going to find out what a major wanker she is hitched up to and then slowly we're going to dismantle your life one brick at a time. That's all I'm going to say at the moment, but hang around it won't be boring." I tapped him on the cheek, "Now get down to the bathroom and wait for me down there." Larry knelt in the bathroom waiting for us. "Good boy. Y'see Linda you can teach a dirty old dog new tricks!" I handed him a tube of 'Nair' a hair removing cream. "Here, put this all over your body. I want you to remove every hair from your neck to your toes." He looked at me in horrified silence. "You have got one minute to start or I swear that last flogging will feel like a tickle. I mean it!" He started to cry again. " What a fucking wimp". I hit him across the face again. I knocked him into the bath tub his legs draped over the rim of the tub gave me a delicious shot of his busted balls, so delicious I couldn't resist, and I back handed him between the legs. He squealed. "You really are the most stupid pig I have ever met. You don't learn do you? I'm going to crush you into tiny pieces, eat you up and shit you out, but you still don't know that yet, you still think a few tears are going to soften me. They're not, you stupid fucking man." As he lay in the bathtub, crying, I had an idea. I pulled my knickers over my hips and pulled them off and I stood on the rim of the tub and I pissed on my stepfather. I trained the stream on to his face. "Open your mouth I ordered. He obeyed and I pissed into his mouth. "I read somewhere once that you're not a women until you've done this." I said as I watched him swallow my urine. Linda laughed. "It's been a real day of firsts for you hasn't it?" I turned the shower on and we nearly scalded the hair off his body. We roughly dried him then applied the 'Nair' all over his body. He wasn't overly hairy. Legs and arms mainly. Linda took great delight in slapping it between his legs. It took us less than ten minutes to completely cover him during which time Larry cried the entire time. Then we took him down stairs to the back garden and we tied him to a tree and Linda and I sat out on the terrace and waited for the ten minutes it takes for the stuff to work. "What will Pat say when she sees him?" Asked Linda. "Bad hair day dear?" We both burst out laughing." I don't know. I don't care. It isn't my problem. If he had left me alone and just let me get on with my life there would have been no problem but he had to go sniffing around-pun intended- and well.. he's fucking sorry now." "How far are you going to take this?" Linda asked "Don't know. D'you think I may have gone too far?" Linda chuckled. "Oh yeah." "Maybe we'll give him a hosing down and leave it at that. "I think you've taught him a real good lesson." We looked at the pathetic site tied to the palm tree at the end of the garden and I had to agree with her. When the time was up we hosed him down Linda rubbed him with a sack and his hair just fell off. I trained the hose between his legs and blasted his balls. Jesus, he squealed. I'm sure the neighbours must have heard something but no one complained it was one of the funniest afternoons I've ever had. We untied him and chased him around the garden he slipped and we finished off on top of him with Linda trying to jam the hose up his arse and I think she would have succeeded if my mother hadn't turned up! "What the hell is going on?" Pat demanded to know. Linda acted quickest. "You're married to a pervert Pat." She told my mother. " He's been going through Corinna's underwear and jerking off into them! We caught him and we're just teaching him a lesson." "Is this true Larry?" Pat asked. Larry was sobbing on the grass, soaked, battered and bruised. "Yes." He managed. He was about to stand up . "You stay on your knees when you are in my company." He knelt and looked up to where Pat had been standing but she had gone. "I'd better go." Said Linda. I went in search of my mother and I found my mother in her bedroom. "How long has this been going on for"? She asked. "I caught him red handed yesterday." "How long have you suspected for?" "I don't know. A couple of weeks maybe.' "Why didn't you tell me." "I wasn't sure until yesterday." "Why didn't you tell me this morning?" "I wanted to sort it out myself." "Well you've certainly done that." "This isn't my fault, Mum. I could see what was going to happen here and I didn't like what was developing. Thankfully the idiot came to my rescue. He came in muddy and bloody dripping crap all over Pat's beige carpets. "GET OUT YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" We both yelled in unison. Pat looked at me and we both burst out laughing. Larry cowered in the doorway. "Get on your knees and wait for me outside". I ordered. My mother looked at me. "Show me what you've done to him." We followed him outside where he knelt like an obedient puppy. "The girls always wanted a dog." She was joking but it was to cover the hurt she felt. "What am I going to do with him?" She said to herself as much as me. "Give him to me." She looked at me. "D'you still want him?" I asked. My mother wasn't sure. "What do you mean? He's my husband." "So? Do you still love him?" We talked about him as if he wasn't there." She thought for a few seconds. "No. No, I haven't loved him for a long time." She said it slowly and stared at her husband with a venom in her eyes that I'd never seen before. "Please Pat..." He tried "Shut up!" She snapped. "Give him to me." 'I don't really know what you mean. What will you do with him?" "Whatever I like. He's far too valuable to give a divorce to." She was still confused. "Give me a couple of days and I think you'll see what I mean. Tell the girls that he's gone back to work and let me take him to Linda's. I promise you'll understand by the end of the week. "Yeah, sure, OK, take him. "PAT! NO! PLEASE NO!! I loved it. He tried to stand but I hit him. And then I hit him again. I went inside and phoned Linda.