The Sandman: Femdom Awakening & Revenge

A familiar, haunted face stares back at Sally through her bathroom mirror. She has to admit she looks terrible; her eyes are bloodshot with dark bags hanging under them, and her skin looks sickly pale. The poor woman is broken down from the years of abuse at the hands of her husband, Bobbie, and she’s finally had enough. After ten long, painful years of mental and physical abuse, including the loss of her unborn baby, Sally is desperate to escape, and there’s only one way out.

Sally rubs her face with the heel of her palm in an attempt to physically brush off the permanent exhaustion settled deep within her skin, but it’s useless. Nothing she’s ever done has made it easier to live like this. Her gaze drops to the bottle of sleeping pills on the counter. God, she just wants to sleep and forget about her life.

She shakes out a single pill into the center of her palm, staring at the tiny white circle for what feels like hours before popping it into her mouth. Sally swallows it without water and grimaces at the way it scrapes against her throat. But she doesn’t stop there. Her hands shake as she empties the pill bottle into her palm. There are at least two dozen sleeping pills in her hand.

Without a second thought, Sally tosses her head back and swallows as many pills as she can, and then she twists the faucet and sticks her head under the sink, drinking the tap water to wash the sleeping pills down. She repeats those motions until her hand is empty and the pills are gone.

‘It’s time to sleep now,’ Sally thinks, her mind already becoming foggy. She stumbles into bed and crawls under the blankets, and it only takes seconds before her eyelids are too heavy to stay open. Moments later, Sally drifts off to sleep.

~~~~~   

“What are you doing here?”

Those aren’t the words Sally expected to be spoken to her. She opens her eyes to see a man with dark hair sweeping over his forehead and eyes that bore into her own. Despite his intense expression, he almost looks caught off-guard.

“I don’t know,” Sally answers honestly. “I’m just here.”

Morpheus’ eyebrows furrow as he thinks, and then he speaks. “You are far more powerful than you know,” he starts, and Sally quietly listens. “Not just anyone is strong enough to be seen before me in the Dreamworld. Are you aware of the intrinsic value you hold?”

Sally might not understand exactly what the man is talking about, but she does know that she’s never heard such positive words about herself, and she doesn’t know how to react to such kindness. “I don’t think so,” she whispers, but the Sandman immediately denies it with a shake of his head.

He’s quiet again, and then he seems to come to a revelation. “I’ll just have to show you how much you’re worth. Come with me.”

Sally blinks, and in the next moment, she’s standing in her living room staring at her sleeping husband. Bobbie is passed out drunk in his armchair, just as she left him before she fell asleep herself, but something feels different.

“Get up,” Morpheus demands, and Bobbie is blinking awake almost instantly. That takes Sally by surprise. If she’s ever brave enough to wake her sleeping husband, it usually takes much more than a spoken request to get him up.

“Wha’?” Bobbie grumbles, still obviously unsure of what’s going on. He looks around the room, his gaze settling on Sally first, then the Sandman. Sally watches in fear as her husband’s face shifts from confusion to anger. “What’s going on?” he shouts, but Morpheus ignores him and turns to face Sally.

“Here, you can take charge of your husband. Show him the true power that lurks under your soft skin. I’ll help you do it.”

With a gasp, Sally’s clothes change from loose-fitting cotton to skin-tight latex, and her hair is slicked back into a tight bun. Her body is wrapped up in a black latex tube dress that clings to her every curve with matching elbow-length gloves and thigh-high boots. Sally looks down at herself in awe. She feels beautiful. She feels powerful.

“Do you feel it now? Go on. Give him an order,” Morpheus encourages. Sally nods and straightens her shoulders, and then she faces her tense and trembling husband.

“Take off your clothes,” she demands. Bobbie’s eyes widen, and he gives her a silent, pleading look as if to beg her not to make him do it, but Sally’s gaze is unrelenting. The man unwillingly submits. He lifts his arms to slip off his shirt, and then he fumbles with his belt, the quiet sound of the metal buckle knocking together is deafening.

Bobbie hesitates at removing his boxers, which is his last article of clothing. Sally glares at her husband and crosses her arms, crinkling her latex dress and pushing her breasts up. “Down to your bare skin.” Her tone is ice-cold, encouraging Bobbie to hastily comply. He finds his hands losing control of their movements as he pulls his boxers down, exposing his soft cock.

Sally circles around Bobbie slowly, eyeing him down like she found a prize. She ghosts her gloved hand over various parts of his bare body, making him shiver and flinch away. The man can’t hold in his embarrassment any longer, so he covers his cock with his hands. Sally frowns at that and doesn’t hesitate before slapping his hands away.

“There’s nowhere to hide,” she hisses. Morpheus, who had been a silent voyeur up until that point, comes over to hover right behind Sally.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, staring into Bobbie’s eyes. “There is nothing you can do to escape your fate. Save yourself the trouble now and submit to your mistress.”

“Like hell, I will!” Bobbie bites back. His weak attempt to regain his power and autonomy proves fruitless when Sally grabs his soft cock in her hand and squeezes. Her fingers clench down hard on the man’s limb flesh, making him groan loudly. His knees buckle under the unexpected pain, but he doesn’t fall, which disappoints Sally.

“Kneel down,” she demands, simultaneously tightening her grip on Bobbie’s cock. His face twists pitifully as he lands on his knees, landing on the floor with a low thump. As he falls, Sally releases her hold on him, but his cock still throbs painfully at the reminder of her harsh grip.

With a flip of his hand, Morpheus summons rope to bind Bobbie. The kneeling man yelps as the thick, scratchy rope winds around his chest and arms, digging into his pale flesh and turning it an angry, irritated red. Now, Bobbie’s arms are immobile, bound behind his back in a way that forces him to constantly flex his muscles. It’s only been a few moments, but the pitiful man is already feeling the burn; he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to withstand this torture.

 Sally walks around Bobbie’s bound form slowly and deliberately, admiring Morpheus’ ropework. Something must click within Bobbie’s mind, because in the next minute, he’s twisting his head around and begging to be let free. “Please, Sally. Please, don’t do this! Let me go! I swear I’ll forget about this if you let me go!”

This makes Sally pause. Bobbie doesn’t quiet his pleading, but Sally can’t hear any of it. She feels the steady swell of fury form in her body. Why should she show this man any mercy? He never gave her even an ounce of mercy during all the years they were together, so why should she be obligated to give him that? Sally can almost physically feel the anger radiating off of her. Her hands clench with the urge to hurt Bobbie.

A handle connected to a long black whip materializes in Sally’s palm, and before she can even think about what she’s doing, she raises her arm and brings it down right onto Bobbie’s terrified face. A resounding slap reverberates through the room, and for a second, no one makes a sound. Bobbie’s face is turned to the side where he was struck, his cheek already turning bright red. His eyes water and his lip trembles, but he doesn’t dare make a sound. His skin didn’t break under the force of the thin leather whip, and Sally can’t help the disappointment that bubbles up in her stomach.

“Excellent,” Morpheus mumbles deeply, successfully breaking the unintentional silence that settled over the three. Sally blinks, almost forgetting that he was there. She was so lost in her revenge that all she could focus on was her pathetic husband’s suffering. When she turns to look at him, Morpheus has a small smirk gracing his lips. “Doesn’t that feel good, Sally?” he asks, “Doesn’t it feel amazing to tap into the power you hold?”

“It does,” she giggles darkly, turning back to Bobbie.

“You think this is funny, bitch? I’ll show you what’s funny!” Bobbie bites out through his rapidly swelling cheek.

Sally steps forward. “I don’t think you understand, Bobbie,” she says, leaning down until her face is inches away from her husband’s. From this close, she can smell the stale beer on his breath, but she doesn’t back away. Not this time. Bobbie doesn’t scare her anymore. “You’re helpless.”

Without warning, Sally strikes again, this time slashing the bound man’s chest right over his left pec. He howls in pain, and his back arches as he cries out. Sally laughs. Bobbie’s left nipple was caught in her whip’s path, and she can only imagine how sensitive the pink bud is right now. She reaches out and pinches his nipple between her thumb and index finger, twisting it around harshly until there are tears streaming down Bobbie’s face.

“I can’t believe I never realized how pathetic you actually are,” Sally contemplates, tapping her finger on her chin as she pouts performatively. She glances toward Morpheus, and an idea suddenly pops into her mind. “You know,” she starts conversationally, “I’m so tired of listening to you whine. I think you need your mouth stuffed up; that way, you can’t make another sound.”

As if reading her mind, Morpheus steps forward with a smirk. Sally takes immense glee in how her pitiful husband’s eyes widen in pure fear and understanding as the large man approaches. In a blink of an eye, the Sandman is left wearing nothing but his dark cape billowing behind him. The change is so sudden and dream-like that Sally can’t even recall what he was wearing before.

Morpheus wraps a large palm around his own cock, stroking himself to full hardness from tip to base. He smirks at the horrifying understanding that dawns on Bobbie’s face.

“No!” Bobbie chokes out, but he can’t move away, not just because of the rope binding him. It feels like his body doesn’t belong to himself; he’s as much mentally as he is physically stuck in place.

With the small amount of resistance that Bobbie still has in him, he clenches his mouth shut, but the Sandman already has something to prevent that. He summons some hooked device that holds Bobbie’s mouth open. The strange device wraps itself around the bound man’s head with a thick leather strap, leaving no possible way for him to shake it free. His lips are stretched taut, his tongue flops around uselessly within his warm cavern, and his hands clench into fists behind his back.

Morpheus walks over to his victim – his cock flushed and ready to go – and places his hands firmly on either side of Bobbie’s face, and then he thrusts his cock inside his mouth as deep as he can. Bobbie, who has never so much as thought about doing anything sexual with a man, much less ever sucked a dick, gags violently.

Sally smiles at the horrible sounds Bobbie makes. Sick fascination captures her undivided attention to the sight before her. Never in her life did she expect her husband to be in this humiliating position, and it being caused by her hand makes everything so much more satisfying. It’s a sweet feeling, one that she’ll cherish for a long time to come.

The Sandman doesn’t give the bound man a rest, his hips slamming against Bobbie’s face viciously as he grunts and groans, not stopping even once to give him time to breathe properly. Spit spills from the side of Bobbie’s open mouth and falls down his chin every time Morpheus pulls out and thrusts back in. Bobbie’s face is flushed a blotchy, unattractive red either from the humiliation of the situation or the constant slap of the Sandman’s hips and balls against him. If Sally had to guess, she’d say it’s due to a mix of both. The bound man is doing his best to breathe through his nose, but Sally can still hear the harsh gagging sound he makes every now and then. She’ll never forget them.

Bobbie isn’t even fighting anymore, not that he put up much of one before. Now, he’s just taking whatever Morpheus is giving him, his face twisting in pain but unable to do anything about it. The Sandman fucks his cock down Bobbie’s throat without a single care for the man beneath him; he’s using his throat like a glorified fleshlight, and Sally couldn’t be happier.

Morpheus’ movements start to become more erratic. ‘He must be close,’ Sally thinks gleefully. She can’t wait to see the look of defeat and defilement on her husband’s face; she wants to see him broken.

Sally cracks her whip into the air and cackles at how Bobbie flinches at the noise. That’s the only warning she gives him before she brings the black leather down right across his ass and thighs. Bobbie gurgles around Morpheus’ thick, pulsing cock, which only encourages Sally to do it again. She whips Bobbie over and over until the skin of his ass is glowing red and littered with welts, each resounding slash bringing a fresh wave of tears down the pathetic man’s cheeks.

“Get his cock nice and wet for me, Bobbie,” Sally coos in between whips. The man in question gags in response as the tip of Morpheus’ cock hits the back of his throat, and Bobbie’s throat bulges in a way that looks painful. There’s no way Bobbie’s throat won’t be bruised and raw after the harsh abuse, and Sally can’t wait to hear him try and speak.

Before he finishes inside, Morpheus takes his cock out of Bobbie’s throat and watches him sputter pathetically on the ground. The hook device around his mouth disappears, leaving him gasping and coughing around the salty precum left down his throat.

“I want to play with you a bit more before we get to the main event,” Sally says. She gives Morpheus a meaningful look, and he nods in understanding. With a flourish of his hand, he summons two nipple clamps to bite down on Bobbie. The bound man arches his back with a whine, but then he tries to curl into himself as if to hide and save himself from the humiliation.

Another painful toy appears, this time, a cold metal cage clamped so tightly around Bobbie’s testicles that every movement makes it feel like his balls could pop. The man writhes in pain on the floor. There’s nowhere he can move to or any position he can try to alleviate his agony; all he can do now is grit his teeth and endure his torture, which is exactly what Sally wanted.

“How does it feel?” Morpheus asks Sally.

“Incredible,” she gasps, and the Sandman leans down to capture Sally’s lips in a deep, wet kiss. Their tongues dance together as they press their bodies close, moaning and gasping into each other’s mouths. Morpheus’ hands travel across Sally’s latex-covered body, eager for more.

They eventually break away from their kiss, but they don’t move away from each other. Sally leans up and wraps her arms around Morpheus’ broad shoulders, letting his cape slide onto the ground without a care. His hands drift down from her waist to her thighs, and then Sally jumps up into the Sandman’s arms. She immediately wraps her legs around his waist, and she gasps when she feels his molten hot cock twitching against her thigh.

“Give it to me,” Sally gasps against Morpheus’ neck. She wiggles her hips against his lower half, and the man groans, pushing Sally’s dress up to reveal her bare pussy. Unsurprisingly, she’s already dripping wet from the show Morpheus put on before, so all he has to do is slide his cock inside, stretching her pussy wide to accommodate his length.

“Ahhmm–” Sally’s lips drop open as she moans loud enough to momentarily drown out Bobbie’s pain-filled whines. Without missing a beat, Morpheus bounces Sally up and down on his cock while he stands, causing both of their eyes to roll into the back of their head as they moan breathlessly. From this position, her clit rubs against his stomach with each thrust, making Sally scratch the Sandman’s back from the overwhelming pleasure

Sally lifts her head and glances behind her, watching her pathetic husband writhe in pain while watching her get fucked by a bigger, better man. Suddenly, she gets an idea. “Come over here,” she demands, voice breathless yet no less strong. Bobbie shuffles over pitifully on his knees and stops before them, looking up with tears and snot covering his red face. The sight makes Sally’s pussy clench around Morpheus. “Make yourself useful down there, why don’t you? You know what we want, so fucking get to it!”

Bobbie shoves his face in between their legs and licks Morpheus’ heavy balls, where they swing as he fucks Sally. The taste of musk makes Bobbie want to gag, but he’s forced to continue to lavish his tongue over the man’s rough skin. Drops of Sally’s juices drip down onto Bobbie’s face as he pleasures Morpheus, and he sticks his tongue out to clean them up. No matter how much he hates it, Bobbie can’t stop.

“Yes, yes!” Sally cries, hanging onto Morpheus even tighter as she lets go. She nips at his neck as her pussy clenches around him. Everything is bliss as his hips move, cock hitting deep and shooting his hot load inside of her. Sally’s quivering cunt milks the Sandman of every last drop he has to offer, and then he pulls his flaccid cock out, letting it flop carelessly onto Bobbie’s face.

“Clean me up, and don’t waste any of it,” she says, spreading her legs wide open, her pussy on show for Bobbie as Morpheus’ cum mixes with her own and drips down her thighs in a beautiful strip of white. Bobbie struggles to stay upright as his tongue laps up the other man’s cum, making sure to swallow it all at Sally’s insistence. Bobbie is crying in pain and humiliation by the time he’s finished, and then he immediately collapses onto the floor, his bound body curling in on itself.

Sally breathes deeply as she recovers from her orgasm, so lost in thought that she doesn’t notice Morpheus looming over her.

“I hope you see it now,” he murmurs in her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. “How special you are.”

 Just as he backs away, Sally feels a heavy fog descending over her mind, and then she drifts off to sleep.

~~~~~

Sally wakes up with a groan ready on her tongue. She squeezes her bleary eyes shut before rubbing them with the back of her hand, and only then does she slowly crack them open. The bedroom is dark, but with the help of the sunlight peeking through the curtains, she is able to see that nothing has changed since she had fallen asleep.

Sally sits up slowly and props herself against a pillow. As she becomes more aware of her surroundings, the memories of her dream hit her with full force so powerful that she audibly gasps. Flashes of a thick cock filling her aching pussy while her husband groveled at her feet flick through Sally’s mind. It felt so real, she was almost sure that it actually happened.

After a moment of deliberation, the woman gets up out of bed and makes her way to the living room, expecting Bobbie to still be asleep in his chair in front of the TV. But to her surprise, the TV is off when she turns the corner, and Bobbie is wide awake. His eyes immediately lock onto Sally when she enters the room, and his body goes stiff.

“I’ve signed them,” he chokes out before Sally could even speak. She looks down to see some papers sitting in an innocent little pile. She reaches out and picks them up to get a closer look, and when she skims through the tiny print, understanding dawns on her face. Sally realizes that she’s looking at divorce papers already signed by Bobbie. “A-And I’ve left everything to you, including the house.”

“What?” Sally asks sharply. She can’t believe her ears. Is he serious? Sally looks up just in time to see Bobbie visibly gulp, eyes flashing with pure terror. His whole body is trembling, and when Sally takes a step toward him, he flinches back like he’s prepared to be struck.

“I-It’s all yours,” he stutters.

Sally stares at him for a second, and then she says, “Get out.” Her voice is calm yet powerful, and Bobbie reels back like he was slapped. She’s never heard herself sound like this before and felt a rush of strength flow through her.

Instead of arguing, Bobbie rushes out the door without a second thought, not even bothering to grab spare clothes or a bag of belongings. He hightails it right outside the front door, and after Sally hears it slam shut behind him, she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

It’s like an immense weight was just taken off of her shoulders. Sally sighs heavily as she slumps down into the nearest chair. She can’t wait to go forth without Bobbie holding her back. Now, it’s finally her time to start her life, and Sally can’t shake the feeling that something big is in store for her.