FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (9 page)

She placed the candle back on the nightstand, reached down, and pulled up the whip that she had previously shown me. She then started to work my chest with that cat of nine tails until it was leaving telltale red marks and I was continuously moaning into the panties that were in my mouth.

"Mmmm, this is so fucking good, bitch." The way she called me her bitch was making my cock jerk inside of her and then she pulled me out just at the moment of explosion, watching my cock spurt into the air, and all over my body. She played with her clit in front of me and I knew that she was going to climax any second. "Yes, I love using you like this, honey, and I hope you get used to it, because it's going to happen a lot more..." She grunted and moaned, and then her juices squirted onto my chest as she sat there, and got herself off. After she was done, she left me tied to the bed, and walked away while my own cum and her juices dried on my naked skin. Lying there, I realized that now she was wearing the pants in the family.

She returned almost an hour later, dressed in her frilly little nightgown, and untied me like nothing ever happened. The only real marks of this change in our relationship were the fact that I had red welts across my chest and wax hardened on my skin. This was definitely going to take some getting used to.

In the Home

by Tom

I was always out of town on business, didn't see my wife for weeks at a time and, worst of all, I had nothing but porn at the hotels to keep my mind off my other activities. When I was home, though, I had a database of favorite sites, all devoted to Femdom videos, chat rooms, and clubs all over the country. I liked to fantasize that I was a submissive, that I was taken control of fully and completely. What I didn't know, though, was that I was about to come home to a surprise.

I was dead tired. After stepping off the plane, I could tell it was getting dark outside. These time differences that I had to put up with were causing my marriage to suffer. On the plus side, though, it was doing wonders for my total obsession for dominant females. I mean, yes, I had all the good stuff at home under lock and keyword on my desktop computer but I could really indulge in it on the road, or air as it were.

So, even though I was exhausted, I was also sexually satisfied like never before. Now, don't get me wrong, I am faithful to my sexy, voluptuous wife of 10 years, but it's always every Friday night after the kids are put to bed. Twenty or thirty minutes of energetic fucking...and it's over. Worst of all, it's always the missionary position, which gets old fast.

The town car let me off at the front of the house. I wished the driver a good night, and turned to a dark home. Hmm, it usually had lights on all over the house. This was a little out of the ordinary so early in the evening.

I opened the door with my key, and stepped into the foyer. "Hey, honey, I'm home!" No answer, just the ticking of a clock somewhere in the living room.

Putting my briefcase down, I loosened my tie, and walked into the living room, yelling at the top of my lungs. "Hey, anyone home?!"

"In the bedroom!"

It was my wife's voice. I shrugged, and began climbing the circular staircase. I arrived at the top to find a slew of CDs strewn about on the floor. It was my collection of porn but, more specifically, my predilection for dominant females.

"Um, I can explain..."

"Don't bother," she yelled back. "Just get in the bedroom. Don't make me wait!"

I walked sheepishly to the edge of the door. "Honey, it's not what it looks like." Kind of lame, but it was all I had.

"Get in here, now!"

I pushed open the partially open door, and walked inside. What I saw made my cock jerk in my pants. The room was bathed in candles but it was the bed that caught my attention. All my toys were scattered on the bedspread. There were dildos of various sizes, a dog collar, leather chaps, butt plugs, cock rings, nipple clamps, and a cat of nine tails. There was no amount of backpedaling to get out of this one.

Before I had a chance to do anything, my wife was behind me. "Give me your hands. Don't make me ask you a second time."

I put my hands behind me, only to feel my own leather restraints being tightened around my wrists.

"Not a word, boy!" She took a pair of scissors, and cut my shirt in strategically placed areas. When she was done, she took a firm hold, and ripped my shirt off.

"I do have one question before this goes any further." She pinched my nipple to get a response.

"Oooh, um, what's the question?" I asked as she twisted her fingers around, sending a jolt of electric pain through my upper body. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Are you gay?"

"NO!" I yelled out immediately. "I just like being dominated. I've never done anything, just got the toys, and used them on myself when I am online watching videos."

"Good answer."

She walked in front of me, and moved to the bed to sit down. She was wearing a black leather bra and panties. Her usual long auburn hair was tied back tightly into a ponytail.

"Come here!" She pointed her finger down.

I got on my knees, and crawled over to her. She reached back and grabbed the collar, affixed it to my neck, and then snapped a chain on it. "If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you cum."

"W...w...where are the kids?"

"They're at the babysitter's. Now, no more questions." She gave a tug on the leash. "You'll speak when I tell you to. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good boy." She reached down, and tugged down her panties. "Get your tongue to work, boy."

I smiled, and leaned in without any further hesitation. I began licking her pussy lips, from the bottom to the top, where I swiped my tongue over her clit with quick, flicking motions.

"Mmm, you do know how to lick my pussy." She mewled. "Only you never get me off. So, I want you to listen carefully. When you lick my clit, I want you to suck it hard into your mouth, and lash it with your tongue."

I did what she told me, to which I was rewarded with her moans of arousal. She didn't appreciate my oral technique like this before.

"Yes, my pet, make me cum." She pulled the leash tighter to her. "Now, fuck my pussy with that tongue."

I pushed my tongue inside her as she pulled my head back and forth, fucking her raw, pink pussy.

"Yesss, fuck yes, I'm cumming!" She gyrated under my tongue as her juices flooded my face. "Yes, lick up every last drop!"

I did what I was told. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she pushed me away. "That was good. Now, go take a shower."

I was about to get up when she reached back, and slapped my ass through my pants. "Did I say stand up?" she asked. "No, I didn't. You will crawl to the bathroom, shut the door, undress, and get cleaned up. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

"Yes, Ma'am." A smile played across my moistened lips.

"Did I tell you to speak, boy?" She reached back, and produced one of my ball gags, fastening it around my neck. "Maybe this will keep your mouth shut. Get to the bathroom. When you come back, I'll talk and you will listen. We have much to discuss."

I couldn't wait.

In the Office

by Subbyboy

As I rounded the corner to my three-story brick home in a quiet, gated cul-de-sac, I glanced down at the clock on the car stereo. It was around 10:00 p.m. I had missed dinner, and forgot to call home to let my wife know but I just had to smile inwardly at the inside joke.

I had found that my office building would go completely dark at around 7:00 in the evening. Even the cleaning crew was done, and had gone on to their next job. That was when I discovered that I could indulge in my youthful kinks, mainly talking to my dominatrix wife, "DianaDomme", who just so happens to work at one of those sex chat sites. Even though we're married, she still makes me pay to login. I was registered as '
Subbyboy
'.

After surfing, and talking for a bit, I saw her long, dark, shimmering hair, piercing blue eyes, and scarlet lips that beckoned from afar. It made me jealous that other men saw her on their webcams, too, but she liked to make me jealous. That was part of the power she had over me.

I paid my credits, and immediately went private with my wife, I mean my dominatrix. It was like she was right there in the office with me.

"Hi, slut. Put on your cam so I can see you." Her voice was husky. She pursed her lips, and gave the screen a light kiss.

I immediately put on my laptop's web cam, and positioned it so she could see me. "Is that better, Mistress?"

She leaned back in her chair, and showed me her tits, pushing hard against the red vinyl of her cat suit. "Now, what brings you to Mistress this evening?"

I came up with a different story each time, which made the game interesting, to say the least. "Oh, well, I haven't been with a dominatrix since my college days, and wanted to recapture that feeling of being totally taken." I shifted in my chair, my cock getting hard in my pants.

"Tell me what you did in those days." She adjusted the camera a bit on her end, and stared right at me. "I want to hear what a bad boy you've been."

I took a deep breath. "In college, I found this magazine about alternative lifestyles. I started flipping through it, and found a couple of BDSM clubs. There was actually one accepting sub-males. I met with her at a local diner, to which she handed me a bright pair of pink panties, and told me to go put them on. Her name was Dianne, too, come to think of it."

Her lips twitched.

"And, did you put on her panties, my slut?"

"Yes, and it made me so fucking horny that my cock went hard immediately."

"Angle the camera down to your crotch. You're hard now, aren't you?" She illustrated the point by flashing me a look at her white lacy panties with a little red heart on the left topside. "Do you like these, slut?"

As I pushed the camera down, I began to massage my hard cock through my black boxer briefs.

"I said, do you like these, slut?" She moved her hands down her panty-clad pussy.

"Um, yes, they are very nice," I sputtered out.

"Take off all your clothes, slut." She picked up a riding crop, and slapped it into her hand. "Do it now!"

I got up, and looked around. I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and tie, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, and removed all my clothes. I was now naked in my office on the 10th floor.

"Very good. Now, since you like panties so much, I have to assume that you have some with you, don't you?" She moved closer to the screen to get a better look.

"Um, yes, I do, but they're my wife's. I found them in the laundry basket, and took them with me. I've had them in my desk drawer for awhile now."

"Is that so, slut?" She asked. "Well, get them out, and put them on over that hard cock of yours."

I reached over, and opened the drawer. That was when I realized the panties I had were the exact duplicate of the ones my Mistress was presently wearing. I shook my head, and lifted the panties out for closer inspection. Her lip twitched again.

"Now, put on my...I mean your wife's panties and start stroking. I want to see you cum in the crotch, and lick it clean."

In a trance, I put on the panties, and gripped my cock while looking at the screen. I began stroking slowly, building myself up.

"Stroke that hard cock faster, slut. When I count to ten, you better cum for me, or else." Her tone was demanding, and only added fuel to the fire.

I began stroking faster, my face glued to the screen to see DianneDomme's reaction.

"Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ... six ... faster now ... five ... four ... three ... two ... you better cum or you will be punished ... and ... one!"

"Oh fuck, here it cums!" I shot a rather large load into the panties until I was completely drained.

"Now, lick it all up for me, like my good little slut." She chuckled as she stroked the riding crop with the tip of her fingers.

I put my face into the panties, licked up all of my salty sweet cum, and swallowed it down as she watched.

"Now, pull up your pants and get home. I have a riding crop with your ass' name on it."

And, here I was pulling into the driveway. I was one lucky sub.

Reigning Supreme

by Jerry

I didn't know it but my wife had been wondering if our sex life was fulfilling enough. I was always trying to spice things up but I guess I wasn't doing exactly what she wanted. When I finally realized what she did want, it forever changed our marriage.

I've been married for 15 years now. I always thought our sex life was pretty ordinary, but satisfying, until one day I came across my wife on the phone. She was talking to her best friend Betty about our sex life.

"Oh, he knows where all the parts are but it's just the same thing every time and I was hoping that Jerry would sometimes let me take charge. But, I just don't know how to bring up the subject without sounding like I don't like our sex life."

So, my wife wanted to dominate me in the bedroom, huh? I backed quietly away, toward the hallway. She had no idea I had overheard her conversation with her best friend. I was intrigued. If she wasn't going to do anything about it, I would have to initiate things, but how?

I did a little research on the Internet by watching several videos concerning Femdom and I was really starting to see the merits of such a relationship.

Her 40th birthday was coming up on Saturday. I figured this would be the perfect time to bring a new element into the bedroom. We were eating her birthday supper. I had cooked a fabulous meal and, when I went and did the dishes, she waited for me in the dining room, sipping a cup of coffee.

Walking up behind her, I whispered "Your birthday present is me tonight and I want you to dominate me, and have your way with me, in any way that you desire. I will be your own personal fuck slave and I will follow your every demand without hesitation."