FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (16 page)

A good friend of mine (well, really an ex-boyfriend who needed some capital to create a nightclub) got in touch with me about an investment opportunity. It was supposed to be your typical nightspot for heavy partying, low lights, and pumping music. It was, but with a whole lot more. When I saw the blueprints to the place months before it opened, I smiled a little at just how elite the crowd would be, and just what kind of activities this club would offer. My ex decided to make it a fetish club, complete with costumes to get in, exotic drinks, and private rooms with one-way mirrors. My husband agreed to invest based on my request alone. He didn't know exactly what kind of club it was.

It was opening night and, since we were investors, we had VIP access. I was dressed to impress. I had on this slinky, curve hugging, micro red leather dress that left little to the imagination. Gloves of the same color encased my hands like a second skin and a bustier pushed up my C-cups into an impressive sight. My dark, shoulder length hair was tied back in a tight bun. It gave me a severe look, which was exactly what I was going for.

My husband was wearing black slacks, and a simple, white-buttoned shirt from Armani.

I walked up to the doorman, and flashed our 'VIP Gold Class' card and we were immediately led to another nearby entrance with no people mobbing it.

"See, honey? I told you investing in a club like this would have some benefits."

He looked at the line down the block and I could see him eyeing all the women. They were dressed in fetish gear, leathers, and the like. "Um, just what kind of club did we invest in, Tonya?"

I took his hand and we disappeared into the club. "Oh, you know, a place to relax, drink, and have some fun." We migrated down a dark, dimly lit hall until we came to a set of black curtains. I pulled them aside.

We were up on a catwalk of sorts, which went around the length of the club. It was enclosed with glass all the way around with key cards for access. The party was hopping down below; lots of partygoers on the dance floor, lights flickering back and forth, and the DJ spinning the tunes. It was quite the crowd. My husband didn't notice the huge, big screen TV above the stage. It was off at the moment.

I used our 'VIP' card to open one of the glass doors. It led to a large room. I had picked this room specifically for us. I was about to introduce him to a world that I once frequented in my youth. I turned the lights on. The room was bathed in incandescent red.

My husband looked in. There was a long, L-shaped, red leather couch. The walls were covered in chains with various BDSM equipment and toys attached to hooks. I pushed him inside, and closed the door behind us with a hiss from the automatic settings.

"Okay, honey," I said. "Get undressed, and stand in front of that window."

He protested, "WHAT?! What are you talking about?"

"You invested in this club. Don't you at least want to sample what it has to offer?"

"I don't underst...." I pushed my hand against his mouth.

"Ssshhhh..."

He looked at me with those lost puppy dog eyes.

"Don't worry, it's one way glass. You can see out at them." I pointed to the crowd below and the people milling about on the catwalk. "But, they can't see in."

He shrugged, and immediately stripped down. I watched as he made his way over to the window. I stepped up behind his naked form. "Put both hands up, and touch the glass." He did what he was instructed to do. I snapped the black leather cuffs on him, the chains dangling down. He tested the length. He couldn't go back more than a few inches.

I walked over to the wall, and selected a cat of nine tails, turned around, and snapped the flailed ends at his exposed ass. It connected, leaving a red mark on his left ass cheek.

"Fuck, that hurts!" He screamed.

I put my finger up to his lips. "No talking, my pet. In fact, that deserves a punishment of ten licks to each cheek."

Jerking back, I gave his ass several whips from the cat of nine tails, each time hearing him whimper, but not saying a word. I even, just for the fun of it, spanked his ass with my bare hands a few times. I loved the sound of the loud, hollow slaps reverberating off the glass window.

"Okay, you've done well, my pet." I caressed his reddened ass cheeks with the tips of my fingernails. "I think you deserve a reward."

He grunted, but kept quiet. He was being such a good boy.

I got some baby oil from my purse, and poured it over my hands. I reached in front, and gripped his cock. He was hard, and throbbing to my touch. "Hmm, seems someone likes this more than he is letting on."

My hands started to slip up and down his hard shaft, his moans coming in gasps. I knew he was close. I caressed his balls gingerly with my other hand. His cock jerked up and down, the head extended, and then he cried out.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" He shot two hard streams of white against the glass, and then spurted several more before he fell limp. "Oh, that feels so good!"

I pulled my hands up, and shoved them in his mouth. "Lick it all off, my pet." His mouth sucked and licked the creamy dessert from my leather fingers. "Good boy!" I unsnapped the cuffs, and pushed his face against the glass. "Now, clean up that mess."

He fell to his knees. His tongue licked up all the cum from the glass until it was squeaky clean.

"Okay, get dressed." I tossed him his clothes. "I think we need to mingle."

He dressed and we exited the room. That was when his humiliation was complete. He looked up at the big screen. Our little session behind the glass was being played to the obvious enjoyment of the club goers.

I watched as he went from denial, to anger, to acceptance in the span of a few seconds.

The crowd clapped and cheered as we made our way back through the black curtain. I never felt more alive.

Masked Intentions

by William

"I suppose if it's only for one night then I guess I can bite the bullet, and do what you ask," my husband relented. He always relents.

I always get a little excited every time he does what I want and I had a feeling that he would be the perfect candidate for a little role reversal. But, I would have to wait for the right time to spring this on him. Married, with kids out of the house and in college, we were always searching for ways to alleviate boredom.

He got dressed very slowly, not sure how to put on the costume. So, I made it a point to help him out, and also noticed that he was getting rock hard in that flimsy little pair of black underwear that went with the French maid's outfit for the masquerade party. With his cock rising to attention like it was, I would have to do something to hide the bulge from anybody's prying eyes. "Let's just tape that fucker down so you don't scare all the women at the party."

He watched from above as I took out some duct tape, and plastered his cock down onto his thigh, making his little problem disappear altogether.

He flinched, and asked, "How are you going to get that off later?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I still don't know about this." He didn't try to stop me as I applied the makeup, and shaved his beard...until he was looking a lot like a woman, and giving me very naughty ideas. It was the perfect costume to lead him into my little plan of introducing him to the world of Femdom.

The party was in full swing and everybody came as different characters. Nobody really paid any attention to my husband in drag. That was probably because they thought he was not a man at all, and really believed that he was a sexy French maid. I could see that he was uncomfortable with the guys (and even some girls) ogling him and it was almost a foregone conclusion that he was going to make himself scarce, and disappear from the party.

Watching him closely, I saw him slink away in the middle of the evening and I followed him. He was watching TV in the master bedroom with the lights off. Before joining him in the bedroom, I pulled out my accessory to the devil costume that I was wearing and, once I had it on, I walked right in on him, and stood there looking at him with evil in my eyes.

"So, this is where my French maid went off to when there are guests downstairs waiting for refills on their drinks?!" He looked over at me but his eyes didn't stay on my face for too long. They were instead drawn to the large package that was protruding from my waist.

"You have been a naughty maid and I think you need a spanking." Even with the tape holding him down, I could see that his cock was flexing, and trying to pull free. "Get that ass where I can see it." He hesitated for only a second before getting into position, and showing me how very short his little black skirt really was.

Going over to him, I lifted the skirt, and pulled down his panties to see that his cock was sticking to his thigh. But, the tape was slowly giving way under the pressure of his excitement. I started to slap his ass with the palm of my hand, and reached over and put my other hand over his mouth so that he couldn't make any noise, and attract any attention. I whipped him repeatedly until it left him bright red, and then I used the strap-on around my waist to smack against his ass some more.

"I'm sorry for not doing what I was told, Mistress. Thank you for the spanking because I truly deserved any kind of punishment that you deem necessary." He was starting to get into the role that I had given him and he was playing along nicely. I wondered how long before he changed his mind...

"Hmmmm, I think I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock with that lipstick sticking to the shaft." He turned around, and took hold of my cock before slipping the head into his mouth, making me sigh and reach for the black wig on his head. Holding it firmly, I began to fuck his mouth like the little slut that he was.

"Damn, you look hot with my cock in your mouth and I think I want to take that virgin ass for a test drive." Once he realized the implications of what I was saying, he swallowed the head of my cock into his tight throat, before gagging on it, and pulling it back out.

It was covered with his hot spit, and looked good enough to fuck with so I forcefully turned him around to face the other way, with his bright red ass ready for the taking. The most exciting part about this was that anybody could walk in at any moment, and see what we were doing but they would have no idea that it was my husband about to be given the ride of his life.

Holding onto his hips, I pushed the cock into his ass, and heard a muffled moan coming from his mouth. I looked over his shoulder, and saw that he was biting into the sheets of the mattress. With steady pressure against him, I was soon all the way in, and then holding onto his shoulders. I really began to pound that tight ass for all it was worth. Working back and forth, I soon saw his cock spring free from the confines of the tape and he began shooting his load all over the bed under him.

"Oooh, I think my bitch made a mess."

Pulling out of him, I stripped off the strap-on, and left him there in the room to think about how the devil made him do it, and would probably make him do it again and again.

The Club

by Delia

"Are you sure about this, honey?" My husband Hank was standing there looking at the costume I got him for the club that we were going to later that evening. I had decided that I was going to go as a dominatrix, which consisted of a black leather outfit and a black whip to go with the ensemble. Hank didn't particularly like the fact that I wanted him to dress up like a slave with the black hood, and wear it all evening looking like my bitch. Too bad.

"Oh, stop being such a child, and just put on the costume and get ready for the festivities to begin. It's not like anybody will see your face and I'm sure that everybody will get a real kick out of seeing you in practically nothing the whole evening." He was still looking at me like he was unsure but I knew, if I pushed the issue, he would cave in like the little bitch that he was. He was always giving in to my demands but there was one area in our life where I hadn't yet tried out a more dominant role, which happened to be between the sheets. "This club is very discreet and they all wear masks so our anonymity will be protected."

We got to the club around 10:00 p.m. and I led him into the place with a leash around his neck, the black hood affixed to his head. He was humiliated and I was turned on. It was my idea to introduce this new aspect into our relationship and I found out about this club through some friends who were known to frequent it on occasion.

I could see by the look in Hank's eyes that, in addition to his embarrassment, he was shocked to see what was going on around him. Looking around, I noticed there were several couples in the throes of sexual activities. I walked right up to one man sucking on a woman's black strap-on, and presented my slave for their inspection.

The Mistress, wearing a black bra and panty set, had on a black mask, and said, "Yeah, I'd love to have my cock sucked by two slaves."

"Well, you heard her slave. Get sucking!" This would be the moment of truth and I would finally learn if my husband could abide by the rules, and delve into this forbidden yet exciting part of our sexuality. His mouth went towards her cock and, soon, he and the other guy were both licking up and down the shaft while their two Mistresses kissed and tongued each other's mouths.

My own strap-on was attached to my waist and I soon had both of these guys sucking back and forth between the two of us. It was enough to make my panties soaked to the touch. While my husband was sucking up and down my cock, the other slave was pulling my panties aside, and tongue fucking my cunt at the same time.

"Oh shit, I'm fucking going to cum..." My legs held firm while my juice dripped continuously into my slave's mouth. He pulled away with a satisfied air about him. I said, "I've been itching to fuck someone and I don't see any reason to wait any longer."

"Let me and my slave get him ready for you," the other Mistress offered. I didn't see the harm so I allowed them to secure my husband to the chains above our heads, and then put him into a harnessed swing, which left his legs wide open and his ass on display. Holding onto the chains, I brought my strap-on up to his tender asshole and, looking into his lust-filled eyes, I pushed into his hot hole, and watched him close down around me.