FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (12 page)

"Fine, but I know what I saw you watching on the Internet...and they weren't women."

"I don't care what you thought you saw," he said as he stood up. "It wasn't guys and I'm not talking about this anymore." He walked out, and slammed the door behind him.

I had to admit that, for 45 years old, he does keep himself in good shape. That ass is a work of art and his body is his temple. He's actually teaching me to eat right but I still enjoy the decadent foods I so love.

Going back over to the computer, I stop in front of the mirror, and look at my short red hair, a little shorter than I would've liked but it's so much easier to wash. I have long, lean legs for almost six feet tall, and nice breasts that are more than a mouthful. I have to say, at 32, I almost have the same body I had back in my early 20's.

The password on his computer was easy to crack and then it was just a matter of searching the last places he'd visited. There were gay sites, Femdom sites, and even strap-on domination sites that I got a real kick out of watching. I was starting to formulate a plan. This would be a side of me that Brad had never seen before. I'd only done this a few times with an old boyfriend but I still had all the stuff in my closet, locked away in a box that I told my husband was old letters and photos.

Brad made all his money in computers and I have to say that he does take great care of me. So, doing this for him was going to be my pleasure.

A few hours later, he returned. All I had to do was wait, and reveal my little surprise to him, but not until I had him right where I wanted him. He walked into the dark bedroom and, before he had a chance to react, I had placed a pair of fur-lined handcuffs on his wrists. For a woman, I am deceptively strong. But, again, I hadn't shown that side of myself to him before.

"What is this?!" He yelled, trying to shake me off. "Let me out of these right now!" The light came on and I was standing there in nothing but a thick, 8-inch strap-on affixed to my waist.

"Honey, what the hell is that?!" Now he looked scared.

"You will call me Mistress Joan," I commanded. "And, this is your new boyfriend. Now, take a seat right there on that chair in the corner." I pushed him onto the chair. He watched with his mouth open in awe.

It was perfect.

I just marched up, and pushed the head of the strap-on into his mouth. "Open that mouth wide, bitch, and show me what you want to do with those guys on the Internet." I felt him gag at being introduced to this game. "It's okay if you want to explore but I'm doing it with you."

His resistance waned but then he gave in, and started to slowly lick the head. I leaned forward, sliding a few inches of the base into his mouth. "Damn, I didn't know how sexy you'd look with a cock in your mouth, bitch, or we would've been doing this, and a whole lot more, a long time ago." I moved one hand behind his head.

All he could do was look at my face with his mouth full. I wanted to see if he could deep-throat me. Putting steady pressure forward, I watched the next couple of inches tap the back of his throat. I held his head to me, and made him swallow the whole thing. I pulled it out quickly. His saliva was coating the entire strap-on.

"I can't believe you made me do that, Mistress Joan," he choked out.

"That's nothing. Wait till you feel my cock in that tight little ass of yours, bitch." He looked down at the menacing thing. I saw the look of trepidation on his face. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle...at first anyway."

I ordered him to lie on the bed. Seeing that he was hard in his pants, I pulled his pants and underwear off his body to see his modest, 7-inch cock straining and throbbing. It looked about ready to go off.

Lifting his legs, I saw his little rosebud. I did something that I hadn't done since dating that old boyfriend. I bent down, and gave him a rim job, trailing my tongue around his ass while he squirmed, and let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhh!" he wailed. "What are you doing? It feels so good."

He didn't know that I was very proficient at this type of thing but he was about to find out. His ass was loose enough, and my cock was dripping with his spit. It was time for the grand finale.

Holding onto his legs, I positioned the cock at his entrance and, with insistent pressure, the head popped in and took his breath away. "Ahhhhhhhhhh."

I didn't give him a chance to protest, and slammed all eight thick inches into his ass. I watched as my cock disappeared from view. "Fuck! Fuck! Stop, it hurts!" Using my knees for leverage, I gave him his fantasy. I looked down to see my fake balls bouncing off his ass. It only took a minute for the sensation to turn from pain to pleasure.

"Oh, it feels so fucking good. I think I'm going to cum!" Sure enough, his cock went off without anybody touching it. He shot his load all over himself. That alone made me cum myself.

Taking the cock out of him, I unstrapped the dildo. I heard it hit the floor with a thud. "There, now that that's out of the way, we can really have some fun."

Yes, he was definitely in for more of this treatment and he now knew I was just the woman to give it to him.

A Little Leather

by Dana

My marriage is great. My husband, Gary, is tall, dark and handsome. We have so much money from winning the lottery that it would be impossible to spend it all in one lifetime. That's why I'm using a different name to write this...well, that's one of the reasons. So, with all that, why am I so unsatisfied when it comes down to a small but significant part of myself, one that I would love to let loose once in a while?

We've been married for a few years and, seeing that he wasn't going to initiate anything different in the bedroom, I decided the direct approach would serve me well. I went shopping the other day, and bought all sorts of good stuff.

He was sleeping when I got home the other night. I had him exactly where I wanted him. He is a heavy sleeper so he didn't feel me gently tying him spread-eagle to the bed with four of his own silk ties. He sleeps nude so getting his clothes out of the way wasn't an issue. He was starting to come to but his eyes were still closed.

I stood there having second thoughts about what I wanted to do but I had gone that far, and was really looking forward to going all the way. My attire consisted of a black corset made of all leather and it stuck to my body like a second skin. I had the merry widow outfit on. The sales clerk told me that I looked fantastic in it. My breasts were overflowing the top. My husband was lying there with a serene look on his face. He had no idea that he was about to be dominated.

To lend an air of mystery, I put a blindfold on him, and sat down on his chest, playing lightly over his nipples. If there is one sensitive part of his body, it's his nipples. I learned that early on in our relationship.

They were hard little pebbles now. I reached for the nipple clamps, and put them on him. He began to squirm in the bed, wide awake now. Turning the screws on him, I tightened them, and kept going until his mouth formed this little O. I stuck my finger in his mouth.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked in shock.

"Gary, I am Mistress Lana and I have been sent here by your wife to punish you."

"Dana, this isn't funny and I want..." He received a smart slap to his face for speaking out of turn.

"You want to please Mistress Lana and that's all you want to do." I gave his nipples a very hard twist to illustrate my point.

"Fuck, my nipples hurt!" He struggled under me, but wasn't going anywhere. I had him pinned.

"Good, I like to give my slaves pain and pleasure. It rewards and punishes them for their behavior." Gary tried to pull at the ties holding him down but he wasn't going anywhere. He eventually gave up, and tried to appeal to my better nature.

"Dana, seriously, you've had your...ahhhhh!" Turning the screws on the nipple clamps a little more, his body arched off the bed, his muscles bulging with the effort.

"I thought I made it clear that I was Mistress Lana."

"Okay, Mistress Lana." He was out of breath from exerting all his strength on the ties that bound him. He was mine now.

"Much better. Now, we can begin." I took regular clothespins, and attached them to his balls. He was biting his tongue, trying to stop himself from crying out. I liked that he was finally subservient to my desires. I reached down, and slapped his cock, making it flex involuntarily.

"Fuck! That hurts Mistress Lana!" It was more of an afterthought to say Mistress but it pleased me very much.

"Good, I want it to hurt." Climbing up to his face, I sat my weight down. His tongue entered my moist and wanton pussy. It grabbed his tongue. I sat down fully, taking it into my body. "Yes, that's how I like it." His mouth and lips could get me off in seconds and he knew just where to touch to send me off. "Yes, fuck my pussy with that worthless tongue of yours. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" My eyes closed and I squirted my juices all over his face. I loved seeing him act the little slut for me.

In the midst of my wild orgasm, I turned around slowly on his tongue so I was facing his prone form. His cock was hard as a rock. It brought a wicked smile to my face. "I knew you'd like this. I have wanted to do this for so long." I reached down, and pulled up on the nipple clamps, pulling his nipples up, stretching them out before my eyes.

"Fuck, that hurts more, Mistress!" His chest heaved up, trying desperately to escape the sweet torture I was inflicting on him.

I just giggled. "Of course it hurts, sweetie. It's meant to." I released my hands, and let his nipples snap back to his chest. They seemed longer now. "You know how I like playing with your nipples. I know it drives you fucking insane."

"Tell me what you want me to do?" He asked. "I'll do anything you say, Mistress."

"Oh, that pleases me, sweetie." He flicked his tongue over my clit. "And, that pleases me, too." He was going to make me cum again. I loved his tongue but he rarely used it on me. That was obviously going to change from here on out.

"Mmmph!" It was the only sound he made as he brought me closer to orgasmic bliss.

"Oh yeah! Now stick that tongue deep inside me." I felt his tongue stab. "Yes, now hold it there. Wiggle it for me." I shot my hands back to grip the bedposts. "Yes, fuck yes. I'm cumming!" It was one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Who says a man can't take direction?

I slid off his tongue. His face was covered in my juices. "You stay here. I'm gonna take a shower, and be back in a bit." I patted his head. "Don't go anywhere."

This would be only the start of his training. For the last few years, he had come home, grabbed me, taken me to bed, fucked me missionary style, got off, and went to sleep. He had a lot to make up for.

The Dressing Room

by Jack

Before I married Miranda, I was just a jack-of-all-trades and master of none. I flitted from one job to the next, never satisfied with being pinned down by tyrannical bosses who expected me to be on time every single day. That was why when Miranda, a woman with old family money, came into my life, I did everything I could to ingratiate myself to her. I was pretty much a puppy dog, willing to please her every whim and, yes, desire. It worked. She agreed to marry penniless me.

We were only married a short time when she decided that she wanted to go shopping in the city one day. I was reluctant because, well, let's just say Miranda has created some pretty humiliating and shocking (yet sexually arousing) circumstances since we met. She gets off on that sort of thing.

Anyway, so we got in the Bentley, going from one store to the next. "Okay, honey, we have a couple more stores to visit and then we can go home." She lifted my chin. "Don't pout. You knew what you were getting into when we married."

I drove the car down a side street. It was pretty much deserted. I remembered this place. It was an exclusive boutique with only the best branding accoutrements. This was turning into a very long day for me but it sure beat having a real job. I would make do.

Miranda waited until I came around to the side of the car. I opened the door, and let her out. Yes, I was pretty much her chauffeur. She liked treating me that way.

"Jack, I think you should come in, and wait for me. I'll be changing outfits, and may need your assistance." The way she said assistance, I knew she had something concocted in her pretty little head.

I followed her into the store. It was dimly lit. The pretty blonde sales clerk noticed Miranda, and immediately jumped into action. "Can I get you anything, ma'am?"

Miranda gave her a dismissive wave, and looked back at me. "Get me a cup of mocha java from the cafe." Then, she walked away with the blonde trailing behind her.

Once I'd retrieved her mocha java from across the street, I stepped back into the store. There was nobody there. Miranda was nowhere to be seen and neither was the sales clerk. I checked the entire store until I came to a curtained-off dressing area. That was when I heard the moan.

I flipped open the curtain. The sales clerk was down between Miranda's legs, her panties pulled aside. She was licking my wife's pussy. My wife's eyes were in slits. She saw me watching.

"Ah, Jack," she moaned. "I see you have my mocha java." She put one leg over the side of a chair, giving me a free view of what the sales clerk was doing. "She does know how to lick a pussy. I think you should be taking notes."

She meant it. I went to the register, and rifled around for a pen and paper. I walked back, and pulled up a chair.

"Very good, Sophia." She tilted her leg out so I could get a better view. "See how she licks around my pussy first. Then she slips her tongue out to flick, and gently bites my clit?"

I nodded.

"Oh, yes, Sophia, it has been too long since I've been back to this store!" She bit her lip, but kept her eyes glued on me. "Oh, she is sucking my clit like a little cock, back and forth, while still darting her tongue against the top of my clit. Are you writing this down, Jack?"

I was jotting like mad, taking copious notes for later review. I didn't have to wait long.