When he was a young man, he spent many years of his callow and artless youth taking pleasures from the village beauties but giving little in return knowing nothing of a Woman’s satisfaction and femdom sex. A lustful lad of twenty‑five, with torrents of testosterone coursing through his veins, no village maiden was safe as long as his wagon was camped on the edge of town. Lured by his striking features, hearty laugh and tales of quest, they would eagerly dance for him and drink his wine. With equal exuberance, they would slip quietly from their cottages late at night, following the feint sounds of his guitar across the fields to reach his camp fire. There in his arms, as the flickering light evoked images from the shadows, he would speak of empty castles and storms at sea, of wizards with talking animals, of trade routes through trackless deserts sad lost treasure. Later in the wagon, among pillows and fine silk brought from exotic lands, he would take his pleasures. Within an hour, his seduction complete, the poor girl was sent back to the village with a slap on the buttocks and an intense longing in her loins. Morning sunlight would creep through the unharvested wheat fields and olive groves, then slowly dry the dew from the grass where his wagon had once been.

Thus he traveled until one day he reached a small fishing village on the Bosporus. There, in a dockside tavern crowded with sailors and heavy with the odor of fish, his attentions were drawn to the lovely Kyla. A serving tray poised elegantly next to her cheek, she whirled through the clamorous crowd of men, laughing at their crude suggestions and pouring beer into the laps of those who persisted. He had never seen ballet in his life but was certain it could not compare to the movements of this lovely maiden as she moved gracefully from table to table. When she finally reached his side, his mouth grew dry under the fire in her eyes. “Beer she poured him as her body lured him.” he thought to himself.

Never inclined toward circumlocution, his proposition was brief, bright and humorous. Taken by the handsome youth who smelled more of horses than fish, she agreed. Her room was just above the tavern and she would be free of her duties in two hours. Time slowly dissipated like the foam on his beer glass. When finally they found themselves alone in her room, his swollen heart and bulging cock were throbbing in unison. Promising to bestow pleasures of unrivaled intensity, she invited him to disrobe. His limbs moved in eager compliance and soon he stood naked before her. Nearly as naked, except for her corset, she approached him with a length of rope in her hand.

She spoke softly but firmly of her desire to receive as well as confer pleasure. Weary of the local sailors who’s idea of lovemaking was to lift a woman’s skirts from behind and plunge vigorously into her sex for a few moments of thrusting, grunting and shuddering, she had conceived a plan to ensure equity and a plan of femdom sex. To demonstrate his capability of bringing her slowly to the fervent orgasm she deserved and desired, a simple test was in order. His hands would be bound to the wooden rafter above while she explored the limits of his control. Caressing him passionately, she affirmed her desire for his love, promising she would be his after enduring this simple trial.

The feel of her warm nakedness against his skin, the sound of her soft voice in his ear and the way his nerve endings quivered under her gliding hands all conspired against his discretion. His offered wrists were deftly and tightly bound, then hoisted to the beam above, his legs stretched wide and tied as well. His swollen manhood stood out for her appraisal as he writhed on his rope in vain attempts to reach her. She smiled as she removed the wide leather belt from his trousers.

Approaching him, interested in femdom sex only she spoke again with a strange erotic menace in her voice; “I will stroke your cock lightly, my love. You must not come in my hand for this would only confirm your sorry equivalency with the village men who only deserve to tuck the mouths of their dead fish! You must restrain and regulate the urges you will feel. If you begin to lose control I will know and my actions will be swift”.

He was puzzled by her last words but eager to bed his fetching captor. Standing at his left side, she glided her right hand softly over his buttocks while pressing her body firmly against his. With her left hand, she began to stroke his cock in a delicate and rhythmic motion. His hips thrust forward in an unrestrained reflex. Smiling to herself, she continued the motion and nibbled at his earlobe with her lips. Feeling his body begin to tremble, she stood back and spoke harshly to him.

“A typical man! You cannot contain yourself very well at all my dear. I shall have to teach you better control”. With those words, she took up the belt and brought it down sharply on his ass with a loud crack. He jerked with pain and surprise, thrusting his swollen cock forward. The belt made contact again with a sharp sting. Standing behind, she continued the whipping until she observed his member growing limp. This took several minutes, time filled with his moans and earnest pleading. Although he twisted his wrists and wrestled with the knot she had so cleverly tied, he could not free himself.

When he had ceased his struggling, she approached him once more, moving the fingers of her right hand lightly over his buttocks and between his parted legs to fondle his balls. All the while, her Left hand was squeezing and stroking his cock back to it’s previous state of hardness. He groaned as he felt her hands on his body, now writhing and twisting on the rope. His cock soon began to tingle again. She continued stroking and fondling his body, softly admonishing him to control himself. He panted, the sweat glistening on his face in the candle light. Rubbing her bare breasts up and down his side, then leaning forward to kiss his nipple, she felt him begin to shudder again, his hips thrusting vainly toward her hand. As she stepped away again, she took amusement in watching as he continued to thrust his cock fruitlessly into the air. From behind, she brought her arms around his chest and hugged him tightly, whispering. “My darling, I long to feel you inside me but you must earn the privilege of serving me. Your pleasure could rival the brilliance of a hundred sunrises and our romance would exceed that of a thousand full moons, but you must learn to understand the FULL importance of pleasing me first! And you will please me! With that, she took the belt and resumed his whipping. As each smack fell on his helpless rear, his erection seemed to grow larger. He could not ejaculate though, and in a short time he grew limp once more. Kneeling at his feet, Kyla took the tip of his now flaccid cock into her lips while kneading and probing his warm ass cheeks. Sighing, he felt his erection growing inside her mouth. In a short time, she was positioned once more behind her prisoner, smiling as she watched him dance in agony under her whip. She flogged him mercilessly until he nearly fainted. Then, after blindfolding him, she reclined on the bed and masturbated while watching him hang before her, twisting in torment. Orgasms, like hot winds,swept over her and she gasped with pleasure.