WREN— Chapter 02: YOU DID THIS [F20/M24] [Sadist] [Female Domination] [Psychological Submission] [domme]

Chapter 02- YOU DID THIS

I looked down. All sober now. Ashamed of myself.

I just couldn’t face her. It was too much.

I stared at the floor for what felt like forever. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.

Then I looked up.

Her eyes were already on me.

“Get out.”

I reached for her hand. “Please… forgive me.”

She jerked it back. “Don’t touch me. Get out of my house.”

She stood up, pointing.

I dropped to the floor.

“Please—” I grabbed her leg this time. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

She pulled away. Her knee struck my face.

“Get away from me.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I kept repeating. “Please forgive me. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what happened. I was out of line. Please… please forgive me…”

I bowed down, my nose touching the floor.

Silence again.

It felt endless.

I should’ve gotten up. Said something. Done something.

But I didn’t have it in me.

I had messed up. Bad.

After a while, she moved back to the couch and sat down.

I stared at her boots. I didn’t dare look up.

“I’m going to expose you.”

My eyes shot up.

“I’m going to ruin you, creep.”

My body froze. My mind went blank. Tears started rolling down my face.

“You’ve violated me. Taken advantage of me

“I’m so sorry—” I grabbed her shoes, pressing my face against them. “I wasn’t thinking straight. Please forgive me. That was wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking. It just— happened. I was weak. I shouldn’t have—”

I stopped.

She leaned toward me.

She cracked her knuckles.

I flinched.

She noticed.

Through my tears, my eyes drifted to her hands—red paint on her nails, smoothskin, veins standing out, long bony fingers.

She snapped.

I looked up.

“Are you crying, weirdo?”

I wiped my cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you apologizing because you’re crying?” she asked.

Her words hit.

“Or because you’re a weirdo?”

I looked back down at her shoes. “I’m sorry… I don’t know why I did what I did.”

“Answer me.”

I looked up, confused.

“I asked you,” she said slowly, “are you sorry because you’re crying… or because you’re a weirdo?”

“For everything. I’m sorry. I just— I don’t have—”

“Shut up.”

I went silent.

She leaned back, studying me.

Then cracked her other hand.

I flinched again.

She noticed again.

My eyes got stuck on her nails. Something about the way her fingers moved—beckoning.

Without thinking, I leaned in.

She hit me.

I didn’t see it coming.

My ears rang. I whimpered, the sound slipping out of me as tears flooded harder.

“Shut up.”

I tried to stop. I couldn’t.

“I said quit whining.”

That word broke something again.

I cried harder.

She hit me again—same spot.

Same sound escaped me.

This time, she noticed.

“Aww… are you scared?”

More tears. I looked down.

“Are you scared of me?”

I nodded.

Still staring at the floor. Still on my knees.

Minutes passed.

I didn’t move.

“Okay,” she said finally. “Strip down. I want you on your knees. Fully naked. Or I ruin your life.”

I looked up, panicking. “Please. Please don’t do this—”

“Five. Four. Three. Two—”

I scrambled.

Before she could finish, I had already undressed.

The floor was cold. Goosebumps spread across my arms and shoulders.

I stayed there, waiting.

She stood over me.

I looked up.

She was already looking down.

“What’s that?”

I followed her gaze.

Then back up at her.

“What’s that thing between your legs?”

I looked down again.

Nothing.

I swallowed.

She placed her boot on my thigh, pushing my legs apart.

“Look at it.”

I did.

“Do you not like me?”

Tears came back instantly.

“Look at me.”

I forced myself to.

“Are you crying?” she asked.

“I’m sorry… I can’t help it.”

“Look at me,” she said coldly. “I’m going to hit you again. It’s going to hurt. But if you cry, whimper, or make a sound—your life is over. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

I braced myself. Closed my eyes.

Nothing came.

“Open your eyes.”

I did.

“Look at me when you’re being punished.”

I stared at her, terrified.

“Remember,” she said, “you cry—and it’s over.”

She hit me.

Hard.

Same spot.

I broke instantly.

A sound slipped out. My body folded. Tears rushed out as I cried in pain.

The moment I realized what I’d done—I froze.

I looked up.

She wasn’t looking at me.

She was looking down.

I followed her gaze.

And saw it.

A puddle on the floor.

More than I had ever released in my life. Far more than I thought possible.