FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (15 page)

He grunted as he pulled the cock out of his mouth, and licked all around the head.

"I asked you a question!" I pushed the silver vibrator deep into my pussy, my hand about to turn on the vibrator part of it. "Answer me!"

He pulled the dildo away from his mouth, saliva dripping down his chin. "Yes, I want you to get me a real cock to suck. I've always wanted to suck a cock. It would be so hot if you were there to watch."

"Good boy." I put my heels on the desk, and spread my legs wide. "Yes, I would love to find you a huge cock to suck but, for now, that one will do."

He pushed it back into his mouth.

"Go all the way down." I flicked the switch on the vibrator. It hummed to life. "Oh, yes, bury it down your throat."

He did just that. I watched as the dildo disappeared into his mouth until the fake balls were resting on his chin. I really was in awe at how easily he was able to do that.

I began moving the vibrator in and out of my pussy in long, drawn out strokes. "Okay, keep it there. Feel your throat muscles caress the shaft and head. Imagine how that guy will feel when you do that to him."

His cock was jumping up and down in the panties. A thick stream of precum rolled down the shaft. He was definitely getting excited. I decided to see how far he would go for me.

"Okay, now grip your cock through the panties." I kept my eyes to the screen as he used his free hand to stroke his cock. "Now, when you stroke up, roll your hand over the head of your cock."

He did that with a gasp. His hand dropped the phone, but it didn't matter. As he stroked his cock with that dildo buried down his throat, I was diddling my clit as I jammed the silver vibrator repeatedly in and out of my hot, wanting pussy.

He moaned loudly around the dildo, and shot his load into the panties. The dildo fell out of his mouth. He was spent, breathing heavy, his hand covered in his sticky cum.

I wasn't done with him yet. "Get those panties off!" I yelled.

My voice startled him. He slipped off the panties, but didn't know what to do with them. I was about to tell him.

"Lick them clean, boy!" I felt a wave wash over me as I shook, my toes curling up, my eyes closing, as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my husband licking his cum out of the panties. "I'll be home shortly! We can continue this conversation then." I put the phone down.

He just lay there in shock.

I'd recently heard that a new adult novelty store down the street has some great stuff for spicing things up. I had some shopping to do...

Turning the Tables

by Candy

I've always known I was a trophy wife. My husband is 20 years older so most people think I'm a gold digger. Andrew knows what other people think but he doesn't care. He always got what he wanted until I decided it was time to turn the tables.

I've always gotten by on my looks and I know Andrew only married me because I had a very hard body and because he was looking for a new model to replace the old and wrinkled one he used to have.

My mother always told me that a man should know his place and Andrew was definitely the sort of man that needed to be taught. I was going to do just that. The power that he wielded in his own office was all encompassing. He had a way of looking at you, and making you do something that you wouldn't normally do.

After one too many nights of him trying to tell me what to do, I'd had enough. Waiting for him at home the next evening, I stood at the door, knowing that I was about to change and reverse roles but it would only work if he was willing to hand over control to me...in the bedroom.

He walked in, and immediately saw me wearing nothing but a black thong with my tits completely exposed and rings around my nipples. Taking his hand, we went into the kitchen where I pushed him onto a chair, and straddled his lap.

Slapping him across the face, I grabbed his lips, and kissed them, making his cock come alive between his legs. "You like my pussy rubbing you like this and you want more, yes?"

"Yes, of course..."

Smack!

Ouch!" He rubbed his own five-o'clock shadow.

"You are not to speak unless I tell you to." Biting his lip with my teeth into the skin, I felt his cock flex against my body. I reached down, and unzipped his fly, pulling him out into the open so I could see his dripping meat for myself. Reaching in under his cock, I grabbed his balls, and squeezed, making him gasp, and hold onto the chair for support. Pulling myself onto the table, I grabbed onto his blond hair, and slammed his face into my sex.

"There! That is where you belong and you know it."

His mouth was tentative but, when I put my foot against his cock, and pressed down, he got the idea, and started to move his tongue all around my wet slit.

"Good boy, that is what I like." His mouth was expertly bringing me off and I found myself having multiple orgasms as I held his face against me the entire time. "Yes, yes, yesssssssssss." My foot continued to move up and down his swollen cock, getting my high heels covered in his sauce. I lifted his head by his hair, and presented my cream covered heels for his lips. "Don't look at me like that. You did this so you have to take care of it." His lips closed over one of my heels and he began to lick it off while I pushed my four-inch heel in and out of his mouth. It was awe-inspiring to see him suck what could only be described as a tiny cock and I suddenly had this revelation that maybe he was willing to do a whole lot more than just that.

Moving the other heel over to his face, he gave it the same treatment as the first one, sucking it back and forth, making me want to see his mouth full of something even bigger. Reaching over to the bag that was behind my head, I took out a large, double-headed dildo, and brought it down to my lips, before inserting half of it into my pussy. My muscles grabbed onto the plastic toy as my husband looked on, and stroked his meat for my pleasure.

"I love this but I want the real thing." Getting up, he speared me with everything he had while I scratched at his chest, and dug my spiked 4-inch heels into his ass. It was the perfect encouragement to make him go faster and I could feel his cock swelling inside me.

"Faster, faster, harder!" My eyes went to the back of my head and I could see that he was about to join me in my pleasure. Then, I pulled away from him, leaving his cock at the brink, and unable to find his own release. "I want you to cum all over this for me." My hands held the double-headed dildo against the shaft, waiting for him to cover it in his hot cum.

"OH! I can't stop it!!" The head ballooned, and then started to shoot copious streaks of white lava all over the plastic toy, where it dripped down the sides. Lifting it to my face, I watched him watching as the first drop was about to fall on my tongue. But, then I grabbed his head, and force-fed the dripping mess into his own mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmph." He was fighting me but he wasn't fighting all that hard, which meant he liked the taste and wanted more.

"Yeah, suck that cock." His own cock jumped at that and I smiled, feeding inch after inch of the toy into his slutty mouth. His own cream coated his lips and I made sure he licked the whole thing clean, before allowing the cock to come out of his mouth. "That's very good and, from now on, that is what you will be doing. I just don't want your cream anymore and it's all yours to eat like the good little slut that you are." He slumped his head to his chest in shame and degradation as he finally realized I would be the one calling the shots from now on.

Seeing his cock all hard, and ready for more, I slapped the head, and said "Don't think you are going to use that on me and I don't want you to pleasure yourself until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress, I won't." I loved holding the reigns in this relationship and I had no intention of letting go of them anytime soon. His mouth was now going to be used as a receptacle for his own hot and nasty cum and I was going to get a thrill out of making him eat it for me.

Bring on the Leather

by Anna

I had always wanted a rich husband and I finally netted one in Jon. However, I was concerned about my rather dominant sexual needs as Jon was a lights-out, missionary kind of man. I later learned, however, that Jon was kinkier than he had originally let on...

I am rather young to have such eclectic sexual tastes but, at 22 years old, I had been subjected to the lifestyle for about three years. It was after these formative years that I figured out I didn't want to bed-hop anymore. Oh, sure, it was fun to try a bunch of different men of various ages and cock sizes but it got old. I wanted a connection, a true sparks-flying love that would be my one and only.

Too bad for me that Jon was your typical vanilla 'let's have sex with the lights off' kind of guy who I thought wouldn't even entertain the thought of a dominant/submissive sexual relationship. Here's where it gets interesting. I still had all my leather stuff; the restraints, the ball gags, the boots, the hood, the whole thing. I just kept it under the bed in a large leather suitcase. Who would ever think to look there?

Well, I was coming home from, well...let's be honest, pawing the merchandise at the local adult novelty store that had a lot of the kinds of things I liked. Oh, I never buy anything but it was nice to feel the leather, smell the heady scent, and let the memories wash over me.

I was just opening the door to our house, a huge colonial with 17 rooms and 4 baths. (I had no idea what we would do with so much space but Jon wanted to keep up with the Joneses.) Anyway, it was mid afternoon and I figured Jon would be off to the golf course with his buddies. So, I made a beeline for the bedroom to take a peek at my suitcase. When I opened the door, I got the shock of my life. Jon was on the bed, completely naked with his hands strapped to the bedposts.

I laughed. "Um, Jon, did you get yourself into that position?" I asked. It would have been more humiliating for him if our promiscuous next door neighbor had done this to him but, boy, would I be mad, and looking to punish him.

He grunted, and nodded up and down.

A ball gag was in his mouth, all my toys were strewn about the room, and my leather suitcase was flopped open on the floor in front of me. I walked around the bed. The restraints weren't on too tight so I could tell he had been trying to get out for a while now.

"Well, Jon boy, that is quite some feat." I pulled on the straps, tightening them even further to his astonished eyes. "You actually managed to tie both hands up. You'll have to show me how you were able to accomplish that."

He grunted again through the ball gag, the red tip protruding out from between his lips. I looked down at his hard body, the flat abs rippling from his exertion, his cock hard and dripping precum. That's when I got another shock. His cock and balls were encased in a leather cock ring. Doesn't sound so shocking...except it wasn't mine. I don't have any cock rings.

"What have we here?" I gripped his cock in my hand, and began lightly stroking him, his shaft throbbing under my touch. "Seems my boy has been keeping things behind my back." I hissed, "That stops now." I took my other hand, and squeezed his balls.

He screamed out into the ball gag.

I stepped away from him and, as he watched, I undressed until I was naked. Oh, he loved my body. I kept it firm and flexible with daily yoga. I reached into a side compartment of the suitcase, and came back with a pair of skin-tight leather pants with the crotch cut out of them. He could see my bald pussy. I shimmied and slid my way into them.

"Okay, Jon boy, time for your first lesson." I got up on the bed, and straddled his aching cock. I squatted down roughly, and took him all the way inside me. "Yes, you are going to learn some self control."

I bounced up and down on him, his hard and thick eight-inch cock sliding in and out of me, my skin slapping against his. I could sense he was getting close, and stopped. "No! No! You don't cum until I do and, even then, only if you've been good." I reached back and pulled down on his balls, making the sensation to want to explode subside considerably.

I could hear the leather restraints straining against his muscled arms. Awe, he was trying to get loose again. I would have to put a stop to that. I slapped his face rather hard. He looked at me with pleading in his eyes. It was his cock that flexed involuntarily inside me.

"Oh, so my boy liked that." I placed both my feet on either side of his body, using my free hand on his chest to rise up and fuck on his hard cock. I started slow, but then picked up speed, even driving him crazy by contracting the muscles in my pussy on each upward stroke.

He tried to thrust up, but I held him down, and used my finger in a tsk-tsk motion. "Don't move, not one muscle. I am going to enjoy this." I kept pistoning his cock in and out of me, making sure the large, flared head rubbed up on my pussy lips as it came out.

He grunted, tensing up his muscles. I reached down, and tugged on his balls again, this time slapping his testicles with a loud crack from the palm of my hand. His cock lost the urge to cum. That was when I felt my orgasm coming.

"Fuck, yes!" I screamed, a bit of spittle landing on his right cheek. "I am going to fucking cum on that cock." I buried him inside me, rubbed my clit, and exploded. "Oh, yes, I'm fucking cumming!" My pelvis shook, and gripped him in the throes of my orgasm.

His eyes went wide. I let go of his balls. It was the release he needed. He shot his load inside me, the hot, white, scalding cream bathing my pussy walls with his need. It was quite the load as some of it dripped out around his cock.

I jumped off him, straddled his face, unclasped the ball gag, and smothered him in our combined juices. "You be a good boy, and lick all that up. Afterwards, you can go make us a nice dinner."

It was the beginning of a very satisfying marriage.

Club Manners

by Tonya

I've got to say, my husband Jason and I have the best of everything; cars, jewelry, houses, vacation property, even several business ventures that we invest in heavily, both in monetary gain and in personal gain. What recently happened to us was something so unexpected that it took us both by surprise.