Strictly Susan – The First Collection



by Susan Strict

“Strictly Susan” is sixteen short and extremely explicit stories of femdom. Share the experiments of an inexperienced domme and sub as she takes him to his limits and beyond. Feel the pain as she controls him with her devices, or punishes him for nothing more than being a man. Join the group of girls with a man at their mercy in a game that turns into something more, or experience the all-female family who trick their victim into being their sexual prisoner and plaything.

These stories look at femdom from many angles, with the arousal of one or more of the participants the central theme. The collection includes several stories which have never previously been published or seen on the Internet.

Published: 10 / 2005
No. words: 31800


He had found her attractive from the first moment they had met. She had rebuffed his advances, telling him she liked him as a friend. She teased continuously, always standing so close to him he could smell her perfume and her natural scent, but still pushing him away if he tried to touch her.

She had immediately recognised how attracted to her he was, and took advantage of this. She encouraged him, and discouraged him at the same time. She asked him to drive her home after work, invited him in for coffee, but always invented some reason she needed him to leave as soon as he started to look too comfortable. Today was no different to start with. He drove her home, came in for coffee, listened while she told him about her former boyfriends. He tried to give sensible, unbiased answers when she asked him for advice about love and sex, trying to be the friend she had always told him he was and not the lover he wanted to be.

“I’ve always wanted,” she told him, “To tie up my boyfriend. But I’m scared I’ll scare him off.”

He struggled to answer this one.

“Look,” she said, “I’ll show you.” Jumping up, she headed to the door.

“Come on,” she said impatiently, “You want to see this, don’t you?”

Startled, he let her lead him upstairs to her bedroom where he stood awkwardly as she rummaged in a drawer and produced some short pieces of cord.

“These would do,” she said brightly, indicating the large brass-framed bed.

“I suppose they would.” He hardly knew what to say.

She dangled the short pieces of cord in front of his face. “Gonna let me tie you up then?” she asked, jokingly, but with a wicked grin.

“You’ll crease my shirt,” he replied, although he was excited by the idea.

“Take it off.” She almost ordered him, excited herself at the thought of it.

In a daze he removed his shirt. He let her push him onto the bed and loop the cord around one of his wrists. She tightened it, and threaded the other end round the bedframe, tying that too in a quick knot. She repeated the procedure with his other wrist, leaving him lying there, arms outstretched.

She stood up and looked at him. “Uncomfortable?” she asked.

“No, not really,” he tried to keep his voice as normal as if they were still drinking coffee downstairs.

“So,” she went on, playing the same game, “If I did it to my boyfriend then you think he’d enjoy it?”

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

“So,” she persisted, “You’re enjoying it?”

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes now fixed on the growing bulge in his trousers. He nodded again.

“And once I’ve got him like this,” she rested one hand on his stomach and slid it down to his belt buckle, “I could take off the rest of his clothes and have him completely naked?”

“Yes,” he croaked, having great difficulty in getting out even one word. Her hands were busy with the buckle and the zip on his trousers.

“Hey…..,” he started to complain as he felt both his trousers and pants being pulled downwards.

She stopped.



In one swift pull she had wrenched the remaining clothing downwards, over his ankles and feet, and off onto the floor. He was left completely naked and feeling rather exposed. He was uncomfortably aware of his erection now standing stiff and upright with nothing to cover it.

As though talking to herself, she continued, “And once he’s naked, I could tie his ankles as well.”


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