A Femdom Sounding Story

Under Her Control

The sound of Mistress Ava’s heels against the hard floor filled the room as she strode in, the echo of each step resonating in his bones. Her eyes found him immediately, already on his knees, naked, and waiting. A knowing smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she approached him, her hands gloved in dark leather. She knew he was ready to submit, and tonight, submission meant total surrender.

"Tonight, you’ll feel what real control is," she purred, letting her fingers trail down his chest, teasing his skin as he shivered in anticipation. He had surrendered to her whims many times, but tonight, she held a gleaming metal sound rod in her hand—a tool she’d hinted at but never used on him before. His heart pounded, both terrified and aching with desire.

“Are you ready to feel me inside your cock?” she asked, her voice low and commanding.

He nodded, his throat dry, managing to whisper, “Yes, Mistress. I’m ready.” His cock was already hard from anticipation, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.

With a wicked smile, Mistress Ava grabbed the lube, pouring a generous amount over the rod and his swollen cock. She wrapped her gloved fingers around the shaft, spreading the cool liquid until every inch was slick. The chill made him shiver, and he clenched his hands into fists, steadying himself for what he knew would be an intense experience.

“Legs apart,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the silence. He obeyed instantly, parting his legs and exposing himself fully to her control. She lifted the sound rod, guiding the smooth, cold metal to the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock. He took a sharp breath, feeling the pressure and weight against his most sensitive spot. Mistress Ava pressed down slowly, watching his reaction with intense focus as the rod began its descent.

The rod slipped inside, pushing through the initial resistance, inch by agonizing inch. The pressure was maddening, the stretch raw and foreign as it sank deeper. His body was forced to surrender entirely as every nerve in his cock came alive, sensitive and vulnerable under her merciless guidance. She took her time, savoring each twitch and gasp as the rod filled him, stretching him far beyond anything he’d imagined.

“You feel that, don’t you?” she whispered, gripping the base of his cock to keep him still. “That’s me, owning every inch of you.”

He whimpered, feeling each deep push as she buried the rod further, until every inch was sheathed inside his cock. His muscles tensed, toes curling from the intensity of the sensation, his senses completely focused on her hand and the cold steel within him. She gave the rod a small twist, pulling it out just a fraction before sliding it back in with a firm push. The friction was unbearable, a mixture of pleasure and agony that made him moan helplessly.

“Such a good boy,” she said, her tone soft but firm, enjoying the sight of him on the brink. She kept her grip steady, giving small, deliberate thrusts, each one stretching him further and dragging a fresh groan from his lips. His cock throbbed, caught between the pleasure of submission and the raw burn of the metal invading him.

Without warning, Mistress Ava began pumping the rod deeper, sliding it in and out in slow, measured movements, building a relentless rhythm that left him breathless. His body strained to stay still, his muscles taut, but every time she drove the rod down, his hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more. She held him firmly, refusing him even an inch of freedom as she continued, pushing him to his absolute limit.

He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, feeling every millimeter of the rod scraping against the most sensitive parts of him, until he could barely see straight. He whimpered, voice breaking as he gasped, “Please, Mistress… let me cum.”

Mistress Ava leaned close, her eyes dark with satisfaction. “Not until I’m done with you. You’ll take everything I give you.”

Her hand tightened around the shaft of his cock, and with a swift, brutal twist, she pushed the rod in one last time, filling him completely. His body convulsed, every nerve igniting as she released her grip and pulled the rod out, leaving his cock pulsing, swollen, and red. She brought her hand back, one final, firm squeeze sending him over the edge, and his release tore through him, hot cum spilling out as he moaned, trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity she had forced upon him.

Mistress Ava watched him, satisfied as he struggled to recover, still kneeling at her feet, marked and claimed. The glint in her eyes promised that this was only the beginning of her control.

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