FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

FEMDOM FIRSTS

How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle

Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

Compiled by Nika Bella Dea

WARNING: Contains Sexually-Explicit Material.

For readers 18 years or older.

WARNING

This book contains sexually-oriented material that may be offensive to some people. It is not suitable for persons under the age of 18. By buying and/or reading this book, you certify that you are at least 18 years of age or older, or the appropriate legal age required for your municipality.

 Copyright © 2013 
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, Nika Bella Dea

KINDLE ISBN: 9781626465008
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Some of the characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarities in those stories to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

For the true stories, names and other details have been changed to protect the identities and privacy of those involved.

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These stories are provided for entertainment purposes only. Role playing the scenes in this book is to be done at your own risk. Use a "safe word", and only practice consensual sex. Research hygiene and safety, and consult with a licensed medical professional, before trying any new or potentially dangerous sexual technique.

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About Nika Bella Dea

I am an avid (and stern!) practitioner of the Femdom philosophy and I am in a very happy marriage with my submissive husband. We live in a beach community near Tampa-St Petersburg, Florida. I got my first taste of the Femdom lifestyle in my teen years when I learned by trial and error many effective and rewarding techniques for manipulating men with my body and my mind. From that early age, I always sought the dominant role in my relationships with men. But, it wasn’t until my husband approached me about formalizing our D/s relationship that I became a firm (and full-time) adherent to the philosophies of female-led relationships (FLR). Since then, we’ve become active explorers of all things BDSM. I have a curiosity of many fetishes, but find flogging, pegging, and nipple play to be among my current favorites. I have a special love of CBT. Nothing makes me quite as satisfied as the act of whipping my sub’s hard cock. TALK TO ME! I love to hear from fans!!

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The Receptionist Lands a Shareholder

by Nicolette

I was working as an "office manager" at a famous dot com but I was more of a glorified receptionist. Despite my entry level status, I didn't take crap from anybody, especially those nerdy executives who signed my paychecks. I knew how to put men in their place. And, I had big plans.

I had my eye on the V.P. of Marketing. Not only was he handsome in a rugged sort of way but being one of the first employees at that start-up meant he was flush with stock and cash. Why didn't I go for the president? That's an easy one. He was mousy and thin. I don't like thin guys. No meat to wrap yourself around. I also don't like hairless guys. Fucking a hairless, skinny guy is like fucking a girl...and I don't do that. Well, I haven't since high school...

Anyway, whenever Sam came by my desk to ask for copies or some other mundane thing, I looked him in the eye, pushed my arms ever so slightly into my breasts to accentuate my cleavage, and would uncross and re-cross my legs, making my skirt ride up higher. Oops. If he needed me to look at something, I would stand up and bend way over, causing my blouse to gape open in his face. I would then catch him looking at my tits, my face so close to his, and I would smile. No beating around the bush here (pun intended). I was in a hurry to score my millionaire, and escape that shitty job. Why play games?

When I would catch him staring at me in meetings, he would blush and his upper lip would break into a sweat. That made me lick my lips, which made him stare even more. Yeah, he knew who was in charge here.

It didn't take long for him to think of an excuse to take me to a "business lunch." When he opened the door of his sports car to let me in, the wind caught my very short skirt. Oops again. As I leaned over to get into the tiny, low seat, my skirt hiked all the way up and he was so close he could read the Victoria's Secret® label on my black thong. By the time he got into his own leather seat, he couldn't hide his growing cock in those gray suit trousers. He looked at me, sweating again. I pointed at his crotch. "Can I see it?" He obeyed. Men rarely hesitate when I give an order. Sam's cock was big and thick, just the way I like them. I said, "That'll do. We're having lunch in your penthouse." With his fast, erratic driving, it was good we made it there in one piece.

When we arrived, he literally ran through the lobby, pulling me by my hand. I laughed. Such an excited little boy. You'd think he'd never been fucked before. Maybe he hadn't. He was a powerful but nerdy executive and he clearly didn't have much, if any, experience with women. Just my type. Easy to train and control.

Once we stepped in the door, I dropped my purse and skirt to the floor, and unbuttoned my blouse as he stood in front of me, his mouth agape.

I patted his cheek. "Your expression is sweet. You know why we're here, right?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Yes, MA'AM," I corrected him.

I heard him gulp and he whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."

Now that I'd set the tone, we had an understanding.

I stepped forward in my heels, thong, and bra and grabbed his crisp, white shirt. I pulled fast and hard and buttons hit the shiny marble floor. He started shaking. Adorable! As he pulled his arms from his shirt, I went to work on his trousers. I ignored his cock, which clearly puzzled him. Once all his clothing was on the floor, I led him to the leather sofa. His high rise overlooked downtown and I briefly fantasized that someone in the building facing his had binoculars.

I slid my now-soaked thong down to the floor, and fell back into the sofa, ordering him to kneel in front of me. I grabbed his ears with both my hands, and pulled his face into my pussy. He lapped at it like a dog. Clearly, he needed some training in that area. I slid down further so I could open my thighs wide. I then guided him with my hands, whispering what he needed to do.

After my first orgasm, I ordered him to lay across my lap. He looked embarrassed and confused. I raised my voice and he quickly complied. Too easy!

His ass was nice and round. Plenty of meat to beat on there. I spent a minute just caressing it, fantasizing about how red it would be in a few minutes. When I laid my first smack, he tried to jump up but I steadied him by digging my red nails into the back of his neck. He groaned and I whispered reassurances to him as I hit him a second time, and a third. I then sat back to watch the red handprints appear. My favorite part. Good thing his sofa was leather because my soaked pussy was sliding back and forth by then. I pushed his legs apart a bit, and reached for his balls. He needed to be shaved. I looked forward to doing that for him. I cupped and massaged them while he squirmed and groaned. While I continued to massage him, I removed my nails from his back, and started beating on his ass with my free hand. The harder I smacked, the more he flailed. I kept silent, getting off on his whimpers and struggles. I swear sometimes I can come just listening to a man beg for mercy.

Once his ass was just red enough, I pushed him off my lap to the floor. I reached down, and picked up my wet thong. As he attempted to stand, I slapped his cheek with the thong, gritted my teeth, and whispered, "You smell like pussy, you naughty boy. What will your colleagues think?" He looked ashamed again. Turning my back, I said, "Get dressed. Lunch is over." When he tried to protest, I turned back around, and slapped his face with my hand, hard. I then grabbed his stiff cock, and yanked him closer to me.

"If you do exactly as I say, I may let you have lunch with me again tomorrow."

He was mine. All mine.

I Know My Place

by Walter

I'm writing this story standing up. I have a work table with adjustable height, which I've moved from the garage to my study. I am making like Ernest Hemingway, who wrote on his feet so as to encourage concision. My reason is much less exalted: I'm standing because my backside is on fire. My wife is watching me as I write. She has a warm smile on her face.

We're a long-married couple, Annie and I, both recently retired, two grown kids, with our share of regrets and triumphs. Our marriage has had its ups and downs and I will freely admit that most of the problems have been my fault. I'm a man with all the typical flaws: bad communicator, bad housekeeper, insufficiently considerate of my wife. Annie has done a lot of grinning and bearing over the last four decades and, recently, she decided she'd had enough. I've been put in my place and, as painful as my humbling has been, I think I'm happier now. She definitely is.

It all started one evening last month. I'd gotten home from golf around five in the afternoon. I was a little worse for the wear and Annie smelled booze on my breath as I came in from the garage. Usually, I get the silent treatment for stuff like that, but this time she almost seemed happy to catch me. She brought me into the den, and sat me down in front of the computer.

"Take a look," she said. On the screen was a picture of a man touching his toes, pants around his ankles. His rear was ruby red. Then, I saw the words written in bold above the photo:
Keep Your Man In Line
. At this point, I was more amused than anything. I turned to Annie, and raised my eyebrows.

"I've been doing a lot of reading," she said. "A lot of reading and a lot of thinking. It's time for a change." And, that was that. Let's just say Annie can be very persuasive. Within a minute, I was unbuckling my belt. Within two minutes, I was pleading and hollering. Within three minutes, I was as sorry as I'd ever been.