The Affair
By Madcat
A simple one night stand turns into a long night of female domination


It all started so innocently, I scarcely know where to begin. A group of us
from work headed down to the local watering hole after work one night. Being
married, I attended these unofficial gatherings when my wife allowed it. Beer
always tasted good after a hard day's work. A new girl accompanied us on this
fateful day. Her name was Megan and she just finished college. The tall girl
seemed a little shy at first but we kind of hit it off.

Soon the two of us sat at our own table and enjoyed each other's company. I
kept the lovely young lady's beer full and hung on her every word. It wasn't
that she was all that pretty. Her face had a harsh look to it despite her
sandy blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Megan wore little make up, which
contributed to her unfeminine appearance. But from the neck on down, she was
100% girl. Heavenly C cup breasts dominated her chest. Wide hips and long legs
gave the lovely engineer an awesome figure. Megan's height added to her unique
sex appeal. Many guys might have been turned off by the girl's nearly 6 foot
frame, but not I.

She told me most of her life's story. An outstanding athlete, Megan got thru
college on a full ride volleyball scholarship. It left her little time for
dating and she was new in town. That was why she was stuck talking to a guy 15
years her senior.

To be truthful, I too suffered from loneliness or perhaps it was just boredom.
Married with children added to a highly successful career eliminated the fun
parts of life. I enjoyed an almost sexless relationship with my wife of 20
long years. Its not that I didn't like being married, but, like a lot of other
men, there seemed to be something missing. For the first time I contemplated
having an affair.

And I didn't even have to push the issue. After a couple of hours of pleasant
conversation, Megan asked me back to her place. I just couldn't refuse. We
rode together in her car. Neither of us spoke on the way to her apartment. Our
easy going chatter at the bar fell prey to increasing sexual tension. We both
understood the purpose of this little road trip. Of course, I thought that I
could do it and still get home early enough to avoid any domestic
entanglements.

Half way there, Megan made the first move. She brazenly placed her right hand
on my inner thigh and slowly moved it up to my private area. I said nothing.
Her quiet but aggressive sexual behavior unnerved me. It certainly exceeded
what I had become used to in married life. But just the same, when she finally
touched it, my manhood had grown to epic proportions. Her right arm virtually
pinned me to the bucket seat as I submitted fully to her gentle probing.

With amazing dexterity, Megan unzipped my fly and invaded my jeans. Soon she
had a sweet little choke hold on my thick shaft. Luckily, we arrived at her
apartment complex shortly thereafter as the girl had me teetering on the edge
of a very embarrassing loss of control. She accomplished all of this without
saying a word or taking her eyes off the road.

The chilly night air felt refreshing as we jogged up to her room. Both of us
seemed impatient for the next step. As soon as we entered the small, one
bedroom flat, Megan removed her coat and kissed me passionately. It was a long
and delicious lip lock. The girl really knew how turn a guy on. Her hand
re-entered my open fly took hold of the rigid tool hiding underneath.

"Do you want to make love to me?" she asked coyly. These were her first words
since leaving the bar.

"Yes," I moaned. It had to be one of the stupidest questions that I ever
heard.

"I like to do it my way. I like to be in control. Is that OK with you?"

"No problem," I replied hastily. This question really deserved greater thought
on my part.

"Are you sure? I can be very demanding. And if you say yes, there is no
turning back."

"Yes, I'm sure." My mouth hovered an inch from hers, ready for another taste
of her hot lips.

But instead, Megan pushed away and released my throbbing manhood. "Strip!" she
commanded.

A little disappointed, I complied with her orders. It felt weird obeying a
female like this but I did not want to screw up. She just watched me with a
crooked smile on her uncaring face. Soon I stood naked before her and fully
aroused. I have a lean, slender body that I proudly showed off to this young
lady. She seemed to like what she saw.

After caressing my torso with her left hand, Megan bent down and removed the
belt from my jeans lying on the floor. She wrapped it around my neck and
proceeded to lead me into the bedroom. Her stony silence returned. I felt
stupid being led around like a horse and the first thought of ending this
fling popped into my brain.

It got worse when the girl stopped at the foot of her queen size bed. "Get
down on all fours slave!" she ordered harshly.

W-T-F. Slave! What was this chick thinking? Still shocked, I again obeyed her
command. But I had just about given up on this stupid affair. If I left now, I
could still get home in time for my wife's favorite TV show.

Megan sat on my back just as if I was a horse. She never let go of the belt
around my neck.

"You will do precisely as you are told. Any disobedience will be severely
punished. Do you understand?" the busty young engineer asked.

Of course, that was a trick question and I fell for it. "Yeah, sure." I
croaked. The belt was tight around my neck.

Crack! Her free hand struck me across the buttocks. "You will address me as
Ma'am or Mistress. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." I said with respect that I did not feel. As soon as I got the
belt from around my neck, this whole bizarre thing was history. No wonder this
weird chick didn't have a boyfriend.

"Now walk me over to the night stand."

"Yes, ma'am," and, to my undying shame, I did as the girl ordered. Halfway
there, she slapped me on the butt again and bade me to hurry. Again, I obeyed
her and crawled faster, only stopping with my nose an inch from the bed stand.

If possible, the night took another bizarre twist. The girl picked up the
phone and called her parents. She spent the next half an hour talking about
next to nothing. Megan sounded like she was relaxing in bed not sitting on a
naked male sex slave. Shame, rage and humiliation built up inside me. But I
knew not what to do. I could hear her parent's voices and somehow feared that
they would find out about this terribly vexing situation.

By the time she hung up the phone, my arms shook with exhaustion and
perspiration covered my nude body. Megan weighed at least 150 lb. She gave me
a new appreciation of what horses go through. Thankfully, the girl rolled of
me and on to the bed.

"Be a doll and go pour me a glass of white wine. Its in the fridge." Megan
said with a cruel smile. This was a test, only I didn't know it yet.

I should have cursed the young lady out then and there, but it didn't happen.
Instead, I slinked demurely out of the room intending never to come back.
Diverting left instead of right after leaving the bedroom, I made a bee-line
for my clothes scattered by Megan's dining room table and not far from the
portal leading back to normalcy.

The underwear came first. As I slipped on my skimpy little briefs, I noticed
that my jeans were gone. They had my car keys and wallet in them! While I
could leave my belt in the clutches of this demented female psychopath, my
pants were a must have.

"Looking for these?" came the all too familiar voice from the doorway of the
bedroom. I was busted.

Time to show some spine, I decided. "Yes. This is over. I'm going home. I have
better things to do than listen to you talk on the damn telephone!" I said,
walking towards to her.

I tried to intimidate the blonde vixen a little with a hard stare. She
deserved it after tonight's humiliations. But if Megan felt any fear of the
tall, lean male coming towards her, she did not show it. The girl leaned
casually against the doorframe holding my jeans in her right hand.

Truth be told, I felt a little frightened by the unfolding drama. Scantily
clad in just my low cut briefs, I confronted a highly confident woman who
seemed to be holding all the cards. Dressed in tan slacks and a tight white
blouse, Megan appeared to be in total control and not about to let me walk out
on her with my macho pride intact. For this first time that evening, I was
right about something. Of course, it was way too late to do anything about it.

Despite my growing anxiety, I grabbed the jeans in her right hand. Not too
surprisingly she refused to give them up.

"Not so fast, my little stud muffin. You made me a promise that you'd make
love to me tonight. You are not leaving until you do." The blonde said as she
reached around behind me with her left arm. Demonstrating impressive female
strength, she pulled my unwilling body close to hers. My resolve faded as my
still semi-aroused manhood rubbed against her firm abdomen.

"Well maybe if you cut out all that weird crap ... " I started to say. Megan
cut me off with a hard push that caught me totally off guard. I fell backwards
and landed on my skinny little butt, minus the jeans of course.

She tossed them back into the bedroom and said, "What do you mean weird crap?"

Totally flustered by her display of strength, I stammered, "You-You know the
belt thing and the horse ride ... "

Megan didn't allow me to finish. "But honey, that's how we do things around
here. Let me show you some more weird crap."

With that, she came over and grabbed me by the hair. Still on my backside, I
could do little but gaze at her wonderfully feminine body as the girl took
control yet again. She kept my head down and yanked me over to a chair. I was
reduced to crawling behind her in a totally submissive role. My body shook
with rage at this indignity but I was powerless to stop it.

Things only got worse when Megan sat down. She scissored my torso between her
legs and tried to prod me forward on to her lap. I could see where this was
going and refused to cooperate despite her painful hold on my head. Megan
lacked the strength to force me the rest of the way. I, like most men, had
never fought a girl before. But I had reached the end of my rope and looked
for any way to end this female tyranny. There would be no more male surrender
this night, I decided with grim determination.

But, sadly, Megan had a few aces up her pretty little sleeve. She reached over
with her free hand and seized my family jewels from behind. My legs were
spread in my attempts to resist her. This gave the young lady easy access to
the levers of power. She squeezed and I yielded to female domination once
again.

"I little cooperation will make the night go much faster, sweetheart." Megan
chimed in as I took my rightful spot on her lap. She sandwiched my legs
between her strong thighs. This forced my ripe buttocks high in the air and
allowed her to maintain complete control. Megan finally released her squeeze
hold my male organ. I briefly tried to escape but her legs clamped down with
incredible force.

With her right hand gripping my hair, Megan used her left to rip my briefs
violently from my body. It took her a minute, which gave me a chance to
reflect on this disaster. With my underwear in shreds, I could no longer
return home to my pretty little wife and pretend this never happened. Megan
used the opportunity to demonstrate her firm resolve and naked aggression. She
boldly crossed the line of consent in exercising her authority. We had reached
a point of no return.

The night's experiences, outrageous as they were, paled compared to the
spanking. It was much more than just the pain. Her blows demonstrated my
powerlessness and shame. At first I just could not believe it, a grown man
stripped naked and spanked against his will by a mere girl. But every whack
brought realty home in a totally unpleasant way. By the tenth blow, my ass
burned and I begged her to stop.

My pathetic pleading just fed Megan's lust to dominate. The quiet engineer
responded to my shameful appeals with her characteristic silence. But her hand
landed with renewed force. I could tell that she used every ounce of feminine
power at her disposal as the blows reverberated thru my body. By the time she
finished, and it had to be at least 50 whacks, tears ran down my cheeks.

Megan must have thought my spirit totally broken as she pushed me off her lap.
But the girl couldn't have been more wrong. Sure I was naked, trembling and
crying. She stood over me like a female gladiator after defeating the male
champion. Pure hate flowed thru my veins as I looked up at her frosty blue
eyes. I wanted nothing more than to pound this upstart female and get some
much needed pay back.

That's when I noticed that she was looking down between my legs and smiling.
Slowly, I followed her gaze but I already knew what to expect. My legs were
spread and between them I sported a massive erection. This blew my mind. I had
just experienced a savage assault and my manhood paid homage to my assailant.

"Don't worry. All the guys get a woody after I spank them." Megan said
reassuringly. "Now, are you ready to be a good little boy?"

"Screw you. I'm going teach you not to mess with a real man!" I said as I got
to my feet. I balled my fists and prepared for the final battle. She was a big
girl, but I was even bigger. Now I focused on making this female very, very
sorry.

Megan just smiled. This infuriated me even more and I struck at my hated foe.
Fighting was never my strong suit and the young woman simply ducked my wild
punch. She struck back with practiced precision. Her solid little fist buried
into my soft flank. The pain paralyzed my right side and I retreated
momentarily.

"Oh, you are fighter. I like men with a little spunk." The busty engineer
commented. Still fully clothed, her bosom heaved with exertion. Light
perspiration caused her white blouse to cling provocatively to her glorious
female torso. But otherwise, she looked unphased by this epic struggle.

I, on the other hand, could barely stand. Her wicked little kidney punch
caused me to favor my right side. Sweat covered my naked body and I panted
with exhaustion. But I also realized that losing just wasn't an option. So I
threw a more controlled left jab just to gain a little respect from this wily
female.

What I got was a judo throw. My punch came off a little slow and my opponent
took advantage. She blocked it, grabbed my outstretched arm and threw me
across the room. I landed hard on my back rolled to my feet as best I could.
My legs backed into her chair and I stumbled over backwards. This time I
landed face down. Cursing, I tried yet again to regain my feet only to receive
a swift kick in the butt. Megan sent me sprawling towards the kitchen table.

My foe stood contemptuously over me with her hands on hips. Her defiant
posture told the whole sad story of my humiliation at the hands of this sexy
young girl. I got to my feet warily this time, grimly aware of the fact that I
did so at Megan's discretion. She could have finished this at any time. The
tough female fighter was toying with me. She certainly didn't fight like a shy
engineer.

"Now its my turn." Megan said with a smile. She obviously enjoyed this kind of
thing. I never saw her punch coming and barely registered the impact on my
left cheek. It felt like she pushed me to the right. The girl followed up with
a devastating left which effectively ended the one- sided battle. Darkness
followed.

"Wake up." She said leaning over my body and gently tapping my face.

I opened my eyes to find my naked body sprawled spread eagle on her kitchen
table. Exactly how I got in this position, I did not know. But it was clear
the fight was over. The female champion stood between my legs. Her left hand
softly slapped my cheek and her right held my private parts.

"Are you ready to submit yet or do you want to go another round?" she asked.

"I submit. You win." I blurted out, a little surprised by my eagerness to
surrender.

"Good, cause I'm getting real horny." Megan replied, thumbing the tip of my
still hard manhood.

She sent shivers of forbidden pleasure shooting thru my body preventing any
response. The girl just smiled as she exerted sexual control on a man who had
every reason to hate her.

"Too bad I have to punish you again for your continued insolence. It will have
to be worse than the last time ... stay here." Megan said. She disappeared
into the bedroom.

I got off the table and stood up. Fear replaced any thoughts of escape or
rebellion. My legs got rubbery when the girl returned with the belt. Despite
her rather humble attire, Megan looked more frightening than the meanest
leather clad dominatrix. She cracked the belt on her hand and I fell to my
knees.

Trembling with abject terror, my mind simply could not contemplate more
corporal punishment form this vixen. There had to be a way out of this. So
began my most shameful display yet. I begged her not to hurt me anymore. Only
as I groveled at her feet did I realize the extent to which she had broken her
new boyfriend. My male pride lay shattered and I saw the world in a different
light. But it no longer mattered. I kissed her feet in total obedience and
pleaded for mercy.

Megan let me debase myself for sometime before responding. She lifted my head
up by my hair and said, "Well, I guess I have been pretty rough on you
tonight. Perhaps a different punishment would be in order. I want you to
vacuum my floor and clean the kitchen. I need a bath. Have it done when I get
out. And don't even think running off."

With that the busty engineer dropped my head and walked into the bathroom.
"Hurry up, you don't want to disappoint me."

I proceeded to do her chores with a sense of genuine relief. For the first
time since my marriage, I vacuumed and cleaned. Lucky for me she took a nice
long bath as I started awkwardly. I just finished the kitchen when Megan
emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe and a towel.

"Good job! Now go take a quick bath and meet me in the bedroom. I left the
water for you." She said with a broad smile.

Teeming with pride, I hurried into the bathroom. My anger and resentment had
vanished without a trace. The bathwater felt cool and refreshing as I
submerged my battered body. But as good as that was, I found myself hurrying.
A part of me needed the dominant female's warped affections in the worst way.
So I scrubbed off the old sweat and grime quickly. A short minute later I was
out of the tub and in the bedroom.

She lay on the bed wearing just bikini panties and a matching white
undershirt. While purely female, I quickly noted the hardened muscles that
lined her big frame. She possessed a wonderful hourglass figure but somehow
looked capable of defeating a heavyweight boxer. Little wonder she had handled
me with such ease.

Megan beckoned me over to the bed and I lay beside her. I was totally nude.
She seemed to be using my lack of clothing to reinforce her superior position
in the relationship. It was no accident that I had yet to see her glorious
body unclothed.

The girl held me tight and we chatted for a while about female domination and
superiority. Megan told me of how she proceeded down this glorious path. In
college she had dated a fellow who like to be spanked. Then a small but feisty
guy in her coed dorm challenged her to a wrestling match. Megan defeated him
again and again in front of a room full of giddy girls and then spanked him
for good measure. When the battle of the sexes finally ended, he lay naked and
aroused on her lap. She then availed herself of his manhood as soon as the
rest of the girls left. Megan's horny roommate wanted some too and it quickly
evolved into a three way tryst.

The coeds continued their impromptu wrestling for the rest of the year. Male
after male fell to Megan's rapidly developing skills and strength. A few boys
managed to take a fall or two from her but none could go the full distance
with this remarkable female athlete. The after action escapades became more
and more bizarre as Megan and her roomie immersed themselves in a world of
female domination. Their dorm room became known as the dungeon.

Megan continued her new lifestyle on and off thru school. She found regular
romantic liaisons to be stale and eventually steered all her relationships to
the point of female domination. All it took was the first argument or fight
and her boyfriend ended up over her lap. But such romances burned out quickly.

Her free hand occasionally fondled me as we talked. Otherwise, the busty lass
proceeded with supreme patience. The only overt sign of her arousal were the
two bullet hard nipples poking thru her undershirt. My arousal was more self
evident as the simple presence of her firm, nubile body elicited a predictable
response from my aching loins. Only now did I realize my complete attraction
to this woman. While my male pride had fought a losing battle for control, the
rest of my male anatomy submitted to female domination a long time ago.

As our talked turned to superior female strength, Megan slowly positioned
herself atop my naked torso. She pinned my hands beside my head and challenged
me to throw her off. I tried and for a brief second managed to get my right
arm and shoulder up. Then she crushed me in brutal display of feminine power.
At the same time the girl grapevined my legs and smashed my hard man flesh
beneath her sex. I whimpered in pain, totally helpless and begging for mercy.

Of course, my suffering was the whole point of this exercise. My pleas just
seemed to turn her on and the girl kissed me deeply. Sensations of pain and
pleasure overloaded my brain and fused together. I responded to her as best I
could.

Fortunately, this seemed to push her over the edge. Megan's breathing deepened
and I felt her supple body fall into a sexual rhythm. Eventually she broke our
hungry lip lock and flipped over. Using her legs to pin my arms, the big girl
rear face sat me while playing with my throbbing equipment.

I got my first good look at her firm, hard butt during this process. It was
truly beyond description but I had little time to enjoy the engaging new view.
Megan touched, teased, nibbled and I rapidly responded. A huge wave of
pleasure swelled up inside me. She sensed this and very firmly squeezed my
shaft. My body arched and bucked seeking release but Megan kept the path
blocked. I struggled to breath with my nose buried deep in her panties. For
what seemed like an eternity, the girl held me in sexual limbo. Then she
finally released my passion and I exploded in a way that I had never
experienced before.

Happy with her work, Megan dismounted and ordered me into the bathroom. Still
shocked by the long and earthshaking climax, I stumbled out of the bedroom.
After cleaning up copious amounts of fluid all over my chest, I returned to
find Megan standing naked astride the bed. She looked like a goddess, big
breasts sitting high and mighty on her tall, athletic frame.

"On your knees slave." Megan said, pointing to the ground in front of her.

The term slave no longer bothered me. As I fell to my knees, I marveled at her
superbly crafted domination session. She had taken a selfish and arrogant man
and turned me into a humble servant. All the while the superior female paced
the event in a way leading up to this exact moment where I could prove myself
worthy of her beauty and power.

And I willingly did so. Without being told, I supplicated myself at her feet,
worshipped her glorious presence, and softly kissed her toes. Her wisdom
followed into me as I, at last, fully comprehended my new role. Slowly my
mouth moved from her toes to her ankles and then to her rock hard calves. Soon
the final objective loomed into view. Megan grabbed the back of my head and
forced my head between her legs in a symbolic gesture of female authority.

Kneeling before my mistress, I went to work with eagerness and devotion. She
moaned softly and eventually fell back on the bed. As her excitement
multiplied, Megan grabbed my head with two hands and pulled me even tighter.
While I could see little, I felt the female shivering with pleasure.

How long she kept me in this position, I can only guess. Megan finally
released me and flopped back on the floor almost as exhausted as she was. Girl
juice covered my face in mute testament to her desire and satisfaction. Our
eyes met as she sat up and I realized this was not yet over. The girl tackled
me to the ground. I resisted just enough to demonstrate her superior strength.
We were roleplaying now. We both knew where this was going and we both wanted
it in the worst way.

She pinned me easily and grapevined my legs just as the mighty female had done
on the bed. Smiling from her position of power, Megan held both my hands above
my head with just one arm. She use the other to stuff my wickedly hard shaft
deep inside her ...

It seemed to go on for hours. When we finished we did it all over again. This
time the girl chased me out to the living room and conquered the weak,
helpless male for the second time. I awoke in the wee hours of the morning
wondering if I had dreamed the whole thing. But the feel of Megan's firm
female body against mine told me everything except how I was going to explain
this to my wife!