Femdom Family 4.
Part I.
Chapter 1.
Athena’s breathtaking beauty was a stark contrast to the dilapidated surroundings of the government office she found herself in. Clad in an alluring ensemble of black jacket, white blouse, and a miniskirt that hugged her long, toned legs, she exuded confidence and authority. Her feet were encased in shiny closed-toe pumps made of fine leather with stiletto heels of steel and red-painted soles. The forty-year-old blond woman with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold the depths of a sky looked like a queen out of place in this rundown environment.
The aged female employee pushed a paper across the desk and extended a pen toward her. “The last and only thing you need, Miss Schwarzstein,” she said. “Your signature here.”
Athena retrieved her gold fountain pen from the pocket of her jacket, her hands adorned in sleek black leather gloves. With grace and precision, she signed the paper, allowing the ink to flow smoothly.
The employee pressed a button on her desk, signaling her intent. A door opened, revealing another woman – tall, lanky, and holding the hand of a small boy, around six years old, dressed in shabby clothing that was far too big for him.
“Say hello, Timmy!” the woman commanded.
The young boy remained silent.
Athena gripped the child’s hand with force and led him out of the grimy government building swiftly. “Let’s go!” she ordered.
As they fled the scene, the female employee muttered to herself, “Rich people. Nowadays, it’s in vogue among them to adopt orphans.”
Athena made her way toward her metallic silver Bugatti Divo, parked on the snow-covered streets, as she braced herself against the chilly December air. She opened the door and glanced inside with a frown. “Look, this car doesn’t have a backseat,” she said harshly to the young boy, “so tuck yourself on the floor!”
Timmy blinked, his eyes wide with apprehension, but he saw the stern expression on Athena’s beautiful face and hastily complied. He huddled on the floor of the luxurious car, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Athena climbed into the driver’s seat, slipped on her elegant dark sunglasses to shield her eyes from the glare, and started the engine. With a fierce determination, she floored the accelerator, sending the powerful vehicle soaring above the speed limit. Snow flew up in a blur behind them as Athena navigated through the city streets as a tornado.
Upon reaching the mansion, Athena exited her supercar and swiftly donned her long leather coat to protect herself from the biting cold. She then ruthlessly lifted Timmy, tossing him out of the vehicle as if he were nothing more than a discarded object.
“Now!” she barked in a strict tone, “Take off your clothes!”
Little Timmy hesitated, fear etched on his young face, but Athena’s determination left no room for disobedience. She delivered a thunderous backhand slap across his face, leaving a bright red mark and causing him to cry out in pain.
“You must obey quickly, at once!” she barked. “Every time I give you an order. Now get your filthy clothes off or I will hit you again!”
Despite the cold morning air, Timmy complied with her demand, removing all his clothing. Athena took the garments in a gloved hand and guided the shivering boy by the ear toward a stone pitfire in the patio at the front of the mansion. The pitfire was designed in the form of a dragon, and above it, there was a metallic tube filled with warm water.
Timmy stared at the crackling fire and steaming water, his eyes widening with fear. Athena chuckled, “Don’t be silly, boy!” she said with a sinister smile. “I’m not going to cook you… yet…”
She cruelly tossed the boy’s clothes into the flames, reducing them to ashes. Taking Timmy with her strong gloved hands, Athena guided him into the warm water tube. She picked up a coarse brush and began scrubbing him forcefully, causing him intense pain as she cleaned his skin, removing every trace of dirt and grime from his orphaned existence.
Then, with an icy grip in her hand, she grabbed Timmy by the hair and forced him under the water, not allowing him to breathe. The boy fought desperately, but it was futile against Athena’s relentless grip. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she released him, hauling him back up out of the water.
Timmy coughed and sputtered, spitting water from his mouth and nose as he gasped for air. His body trembled, a mixture of fear and pain etched on his face, while Athena continued to watch with an expression of satisfaction, reveling in her power over the young boy.
Athena and Timmy stood on the stairs at the threshold of the mansion, Athena towering over him in her stiletto heels, her long leather coat sheltering her from the cold. Timmy, stark naked and shivering from both the cold and fear, stood next to her.
“Well, this is your new house, boy,” Athena sneered, mocking his predicament. “But we have strict rules, and males are now allowed to wear any cloth here!”
A leather collar with a chain and leash hung from a hook on the wall next to the door. Athena took it, placing it around Timmy’s little neck as she issued her next command.
“Now! On all fours, like a little puppy!” She ordered harshly.
As Athena and Timmy made their way into the mansion, the cold air seemed to seep deeper into the boy’s bones, his fear and shivering growing more intense with each passing moment. The stark contrast between the two figures – Athena in her stiletto heels and long leather coat, Timmy naked and trembling – underscored the power dynamic between them.
Athena’s footsteps echoed through the entrance hall as she guided Timmy inside, pulling him along like a reluctant puppet on a string. The young boy, now on all fours, struggled to keep up with his captor, his eyes wide with terror and uncertainty.
Together, they ventured deeper into the mansion, the shadows stretching long as darkness enveloped them, leaving behind a trail of fear and uncertainty in their wake. The oppressive atmosphere inside the grand estate only served to heighten Timmy’s sense of unease, as he wondered what horrors awaited him within its cold walls.
