FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (17 page)

"Yeah, take my dick you nasty little bitch boy." Driving my weight against his splayed thighs, I worked each inch in slowly, wondering if he could take it all. Over a considerable time, I was soon balls deep within him. Then, the other Mistress pulled his head over the swing, and was soon fucking his face at the same time that I was giving him all eight inches. I was beside myself with pleasure but I was about to find out that it could get even better.

Somebody was behind me, and had flipped up my leather skirt from behind to gain access. Looking back over my shoulder, I saw that the Mistress' slave was preparing to bend me over and fuck me at the same time that I was overpowering my husband. "Fuck me, and do it hard and rough or you will be punished." His eyes were wild and then he put his hand on the small of my back until I was bending over my husband while getting fucked in my tight pussy.

"Fuck her hard, slave, and do it like I taught you." It was gratifying to know that this man behind me was being given instructions on how to please a woman and he was doing a fine job of following her directions to the letter. "Yes, yes, yes.....YESSSSSSSS." My husband's cock went off, and shot into the air as the applause around us got my attention. I saw that we had garnered quite an audience. Squeezing down on the man meat inside me, I felt the cock swell, and then he pulled out, and came on the floor at my feet.

Our first foray into this lifestyle went very well and my husband said in a whisper, "Delia, that was fucking nasty and wild and I can't wait for you to get me into the same position again!"

Not to worry. I would.

Under the Table

by Tom

I had been married to Jenny for just a few months and, already, the bloom was off the rose. We were only having sex once a week and it was starting to feel more like a chore than a pleasure. Jenny suggested we start stepping out, and doing new things. I thought that was a good idea but I didn't know what she really had in mind...

It had been another long day at work and I didn't relish the idea of going home to my wife of just three months. Oh, I loved her, but it was the sex that was keeping us apart, figuratively-speaking if you would. She is so beautiful. Long, straight, sun-bleached blonde hair, and legs that go up to here, but that was the good part.

It was the fact that she worked out like a gym rat that bugged me. I mean, she was ripped. Muscles bulging from her arms, thighs like blocks of ice, and a six-pack stomach. Come on, what girl has a six-pack for goodness sake? But, back to the sex. Her pussy was so tight these days that I didn't last more than 30 seconds. She was tight, wet, gripping...fuck. Just thinking about it, I was getting a hard-on before I even reached home.

My cell phone went off. I looked at the number, and frowned. What does she want now? I lifted the phone, and hit talk. "Yes, honey, I'll be home in ten minutes. Traffic has been a bitch and that new client is a fucking moron."

"Are you finished?" She asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Because, if you are, then listen to me carefully. I am at the X-club. I want you to turn around, and meet me there. I have a table reserved."

"Um, okay, I guess I can do that." I swiftly turned the wheel with one hand, and pulled a u-turn in the middle of the street. I could hear the tires squealing as I jumped the curb. "Mind telling me what this is all about?"

"Just get here quickly, I'm waiting," she said. "And, you know how I hate to be kept waiting."

"Yes, I most certainly do." I gripped the steering wheel as I rushed through the intersections at breakneck speed. "Don't start without me. I'm coming."

"Oh, don't worry, you will be coming." She ended the call just like that.

Hmm, what did she mean by that comment? I could only arch my eyebrows in a questioning look.

I jammed on the breaks in front of the X-club. I jumped out, locked the doors, and rushed to the entrance.

There was a burly man guarding the door. "Do you have a reservation?" He was gruff, and eyed my black suit with obvious distaste.

"My wife, Jenny, made the reservation," I stammered out. "I would assume her name is on the list."

The guy flipped open a clipboard, and scanned down the page using his finger. "Ah, yes, you must mean Lady Jennifer. Go right in." He opened the door, and let me pass.

Again, very strange. Why was Jenny going by Lady Jennifer? I walked into the dimly lit club, an odd mix of jazz and techno was playing, the room enveloped in a hazy smoke.

"Over here, Thomas!" My wife waved from across the room.

It took me a moment to make my way through the crowd. I came out at this large dining room table with a long, white tablecloth. All the seats were taken. I didn't understand where I would be sitting.

The room got quiet.

"Okay, Thomas, here's the thing. I am tired of doing all the work in this relationship." She pointed under the tablecloth. "Now, get under there with the others, and make me happy."

I hesitated briefly, not sure if she was serious or not. She was. "Alright, Jenny."

She laughed, and said, "It's Lady Jennifer." I watched as she sipped some red wine while I got down on my knees to crawl under the table. "And, I believe this is going to save our marriage."

I saw two other men and three women under the table. I gasped. They were all naked with collars on and they were performing oral sex on their partners...at least I hoped they were their partners.

"Okay, Thomas," I heard Lady Jennifer through the table. "Take off all your clothes. If you don't, I'll have to assume you no longer want to be my husband."

I wanted her to be my wife. I was still madly in love with her. I undid my tie, kicked off my shoes, and rolled down my socks. Next, I unbuttoned my shirt, shrugged it off, then snapped open the buttons to my pants. I took a deep breath, rolled onto my back, and took my pants and underwear off in one motion. I was now naked. That was when I saw Lady Jennifer uncross her legs. Her bare pussy was out for all to see.

"Alright, Thomas, get down between my legs, and get to work." She spread her legs, and hunched forward. "I want to have an orgasm before the appetizers arrive."

I put my face up to her hot, moist pussy lips, and began licking. She tasted fantastic, but she always did, a mixture of vanilla and honey. I slipped my tongue up over her clit, and tugged it with my teeth, just how she liked it.

"Oh, yes, Thomas, you do know how to please with that naughty tongue of yours." She pulled my head forward. "Too bad you can't perform so well with your cock. I can't believe you can't last longer than 30 seconds."

I knew she was talking to the guests but the humiliation caused my cock to harden. I was getting excited.

"Oh fuck, Thomas," she moaned. "Keep sucking and biting my clit like that. Oh, yes, I'm gonna cum." She arched up, stifled a scream in what must have been a napkin, and then relaxed. "Good boy, Thomas. Now, grip that useless cock of yours, and stroke it. I want you to cum in this." She handed down a small shot glass.

I couldn't help it. I began jerking off, the sensation of having to cum became stronger, until I was stroking faster. In the position I was in on my hands and knees, essentially I was milking myself. I tensed up, positioned the shot glass, and shot the biggest load of cum into it.

"Now, drink it down!" She ordered. Everyone could hear her.

I did what I was told. I tipped the glass back against my lips, and swallowed three thick mouthfuls of my sweet, tarty cum.

I knew at that moment that I was to be my wife's submissive. I couldn't wait to find out what came next.

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Featured Fetish Stories:

• Kurt's Suckling Fetish (Lactophilia)
  
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 BIZARRE FEMDOM FETISHES: Explore the Forbidden World of Fetishists – Volume 1 of The Paraphilia Series

Kurt's Suckling Fetish (Lactophilia)
by Karina

A few months after our second (and last) child was born, I was having sex with my husband one night and he asked if he could drink my milk. I was still nursing and, while the request seemed a bit odd at the time, I was never one to shy away from weird stuff in bed. I said sure. Little did I know that request would result in me lactating for many more years to come (I still do) - including long after weaning our youngest child.

That first night, my husband latched on and it only took him a few minutes, with some instruction from me, to start the milk flowing. I was lying on my back with my head on the pillow and he was lying with his head in the crook of my arm, his mouth around my nipple, my breast positioned outward toward him. Breastfeeding was never more than a caregiving effort on my part with the children. I've heard weird stories about women getting sexually aroused when their babies nursed but that never happened to me.

In bed with my husband, it was strange at first but, when his suckling started becoming part of our sexual ritual, things changed pretty dramatically for both of us.

Kurt has always been pretty passive and submissive. He doesn't talk much; never gets into arguments if he can help it. I'm pretty calm, too, but somebody has to rule the roost and that's always been me. Kurt wants me to handle the finances and the children. He earns a good living and I am a stay-at-home mom, content to run the household. I cook, I clean, I nurture.

The next time we had sex after that first night, Kurt again asked if he could have some milk but he now called it "his milk." He said, "Can I have my milk now?" I once again lay on my back and he put his head in the crook of my arm. When my milk came down, he gulped eagerly, and made happy sounds, just like a baby. While he was drinking, he used his other hand to fondle my other breast, which got me excited. These suckling sessions escalated to him sucking hard and fast while I was on top, fucking him. He would lean forward, and latch on just as he started to cum, which seemed to make his orgasms stronger. That's when we started having sex almost every night (and still do).

A few months later, I'd weaned the baby but Kurt kept my milk supply going, now nursing first thing in the morning, behind our closed bedroom door right when he got home from work each day, and several times at night, even while I tried to sleep. I started sleeping nude so he wouldn't have to navigate my nightgown in the middle of the night. Of course, that led to even more frequent sex.

I'm embarrassed to admit that sometimes he would even come home at lunch to get "his milk." He was pretty addicted to it. It was our secret, which made it even more exciting for both of us.

Strangely, the more he seemed to "need" to suckle my breasts, the more I enjoyed it. I loved having him depend on me for his physical, sexual, and nurturing needs all in one and he was absolutely devoted to me (still is).

Our bedroom suckling progressed further. Kurt started asking for
his milk
when we were out on our weekly dates together. I admit I found it excited to pull down my blouse and bra inside the car while sitting in a crowded parking lot so Kurt could start sucking my tits...