FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (10 page)

Putting her cup down, she stood up, and smiled at me, before slapping me hard across the face. I didn't expect that! Who was surprising who here?! She then grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me to the bedroom for an evening that I was sure I would never forget.

Standing there in the middle of the room, she said "Stay right here, and don't move a muscle until I get back." This was an entirely different side of my wife and I was getting aroused by the second at what she could possibly be thinking about.

I stood there and then I heard her whisper in my ear from behind "Damn, your body is so hot and now I have complete control. We are going to have a lot of fun together." Licking my neck, her teeth dug into my flesh, making a shiver run down my spine, and my legs began to tremble. "You taste so good but let's get these clothes out of the way."

She came around front and I saw that she was wearing a red corset with stockings attached to it, and red leather boots affixed to her legs. Julia was holding a pair of scissors, and she was crossing it back and forth so that my eyes followed the steel. She started to cut strips of my clothing off until my shirt lay in tatters at my feet.

She grabbed onto a lipstick that was on the counter, and circled my nipples with it, while running a line down my chest to my beltline. She took my belt off, and then wrapped it around my neck, pulling it so that I had to follow her to the bed. Julia sat down on the bed with me standing in front of her and she pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion. When she saw my cock, she gave it a hard swat over the head.

"Oh geez, ouch!"

"Aww, did I hurt the little guy? Let me kiss it, and make it better." Her lips descended over the top of the head and she deep throated me for the first time in our marriage. Then, she dragged her teeth across the surface of the shaft, causing me to moan, and throw my head back in pain. "Didn't you like that? Well, then you certainly won't like this." Before I had a chance to react, she grabbed my balls in her hand, and squeezed them.

"Ahhhhhhh." I screamed and tears began to fall from my eyes. My legs buckled and I fell on my knees in front of her.

"Now, that is exactly the position that I want you in." She pulled her red panties to the side and I could see how soaked and excited she was...until she grabbed me by the hair, and pushed my face into her pussy. "Eat it, and do a good job or I won't let you cum at all."

Using my tongue, I began to lick down her slit until I found her wet opening waiting for me. Then, I applied pressure and started to tongue fuck my wife. "Yes, just like that, a little faster, now add a finger .... a little more ... yesssssssss." Her legs wrapped around my head, and held me in place while her juices flowed freely into my mouth. Those feminine hands were wrapped around my hair and she was pulling and screaming, while beating her heels on my back, until she laid back, completely satiated and spent, with nothing left to give. I swallowed every single drop that came out of her.

Getting up onto her elbows, she said "Stand up, and jerk that thing for me." Not one to deny her anything, I stood up, and began to get myself off, while looking at her on that bed. I knew for certain that it wasn't going to be long before I shot my load.

When I was almost there, I leaned in towards her but she put her hand on my chest to push me back, and said "I want to see you cum in your hand." I took her direction, and aimed my cock head at my hand. Then I watched the head swell and the moment of truth was upon us. "Oh, uh, cummmmming." I shot my hand full of cum and it was dripping onto the carpet.

"Lick it up or you will never get between my legs again." Not liking the sound of that, I bent my head, and stuck out my tongue until I was lapping it up like a dog. I didn't stop until it was completely gone. It was the first time that I've ever tasted myself in this manner and I sort of liked it. I think she knew that because she smiled and told me that would not be the last time I would consume my own hot cum for her pleasure. I would do anything to make her happy and she knew it.

The Professor

by Tiffany

Let me tell you a thing or two about my boyfriend. He's gorgeous, intelligent, and very, very smooth. He's a professor and there's nothing that turns me on more than seeing him in his blazer and glasses, all ready for a day of educating young minds. Simon always managed to turn me on by going all professorial, and trying to be in control of things in our bedroom like he was in his classroom. But, I had an idea for something that I thought might be even better for the both of us. After all, there had to be a time that he wanted to not be in control of things, right?

So, I brought it up.

I asked him if he might be interested in being helpless, and at my mercy for a change, just to try and see how we both felt about it. The way he looked at me when I asked him certainly seemed to be the answer and I grinned at the prospect.

As good as Simon looked in his blazers and glasses and smartly creased trousers, it turned out that he looked even better in nothing at all, tied spread-eagled to our bed. His hair was mussed and his cock was at attention but, thanks to the chastity device that I had put on his cock, he wouldn't be able to come until I allowed it. Knowing that I held that much power over him was enough to make me soaking wet.

And, Simon wasn't the only one wearing something that was different from the usual. I had gotten myself a little something for the occasion as well. I was decked out in a leather bra and thong, with a strap-on harnessed around my waist. I was barefoot but I thought I still looked pretty damned hot. Judging from the look Simon was giving me as I stood next to the bed, he was in agreement.

"Tiffany," he breathed, and I gave him a look, waggling a finger in his face.

"I'm no longer Tiffany to you," I said, reminding him of what we had agreed on.

"Mistress," he said, his eyes darkening. "You look amazing, Mistress."

I grinned at him. "I know," I said in response. "You look very good like this, too. Almost edible."

He moaned, and arched up but he wasn't going far since the leather cuffs and ropes bound him to the bed. I had plans for him, delicious plans that I knew we both were going to enjoy. There was a vibrator in my pussy, switched off for the time being so that, while I was getting him off, I could get myself off. I thought that I might even get myself off first since I was in control of the moment.

But, first I wanted to tease him, to see how far I could push him before he begged. I needed to know how far I could take this so that I could push those limits in the future. When we had talked about how we were going to do this, he'd told me that pain was something he was into. With that in mind, I had made another purchase.

"Do you know what this is?" I asked, holding up the slim riding crop, before snapping it against the palm of my other hand. The leather tip stung when it hit my skin so I could only imagine what it would feel like for Simon.

I could see him swallow hard as he nodded.

"Well?" I urged him. "Speak up. Tell me what it is."

"It's a riding crop, Mistress."

"Exactly. Good boy." Without further conversation, I raised the crop, and then brought it down on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The noise that Simon made was exquisite and I did it again, and then once more just to hear those high cries coming from my usually fairly stoic boyfriend. I raised the crop again and again, hitting everything from the soles of his feet to his nipples, relishing how it made him arch and cry out, as well as the way it made his cock jump. The rings held it in place and I slid the leather of the crop up the line of hard flesh.

Deciding that it was time for the real thing, I lubed up the dildo attached to my harness, and switched on the vibrator in my pussy. It felt quite good and I took a moment to savor the feeling before I began opening up Simon. The dildo was bigger than his cock and I knew he had only had smaller things in his ass before so I didn't want to hurt him.

I waited until I could get three fingers comfortably in his asshole (and he was moaning and swearing and begging me to fuck him), and then pushed the head of the dildo against the stretched hole.

"Ohhhh, yes," he moaned, trying to push himself down onto the toy as it slid deeper inside of him. "Please, Mistress! Please!"

I gently pushed all the way inside of him, holding still as he breathed through the penetration. The vibrator inside of me was doing its job, and doing it well, and I moaned, and had to move. My hips pushed forward, and then rolled back, dragging the toy in and out of Simon's ass while I loomed above him.

He made the most amazing sounds, whimpering and whining and, with one hand, I reached down and freed his cock, chuckling breathlessly as it slapped against his stomach, and leaked precum.

I angled my hips so that my thrusts found his prostate and Simon screamed. "Please, please may I come? Please, Mistress?!"

Hearing him beg like that was more than I could handle and I slammed into him once more as I shook, and cried out at my own orgasm. It usually took more than that to get me off but the sight below me was so damned arousing that it hadn't taken long at all.

"Come on, then," I told him, reaching between us to stroke his cock.

He didn't need telling twice.

The Contract

by Jacky

My husband and I had always enjoyed regular sex. Every once in awhile, he would talk dirty...or I would. Maybe a gentle smack or two across the ass. That was about the extent of it.

One weekend, when we were lying in bed watching TV, he clicked mute on the remote, and turned to me, saying, "I need to ask you about something."

I looked in his eyes, concerned. I know this might sound funny, given that I'm writing this story for this book as a Dom, but I'm a very care-giving individual. When someone is in need, I'm usually the first person to jump in to help them. Lots of people don't want to make it their business when something bad happens but I can't help myself. I do. If I see an accident, I'm right there, jumping out of my car, getting blood on my hands if needed, trying to help while other cars pass by, the motorists pretending not to see. You know the kind of people I'm talking about.

While I am very protective of humans and animals, too, in general, I am ferociously protective of my family members, especially my husband. He is a kind, gentle soul. If I wasn't around, the world would trample him. Don't get me wrong. He can be a bear when needed, especially where our children are concerned. But, he wasn't raised to be a fighter. And, I like him that way. I was previously married to a jerk, someone who thought more of himself than anybody else. The nice guys are the best. You dominant girls know what I'm talking about.

Needless to say, when my husband is upset about something, I will move Heaven and Earth to make him happy, no matter what that takes.

So, when Sam interrupted his favorite series saying he wanted to talk to me, I knew he meant business. He said, "I've been doing some reading. You know how I do most of the housework anyway, and I do the yard, and I cook your meals, and clean the dishes, and I brush your hair, and rub your feet..."

You're probably thinking I'm some sort of bitch by now but, let me tell you, those things make Sam happy. I work very hard at my job and I make a lot of money. Sure, Sam works, too, but he much prefers to pitter patter around the house, doing whatever he can to make me smile.

He continued, "Well, I already serve you day and night and I was thinking we should make it official. I want to agree to be your slave and I want you to be my Mistress. If I do something wrong, you will need to punish me..."

I was looking into his eyes and he was very sincere. He also had
that look
on his face. You know the one I mean. When guys are getting horny their eyelids fall down just a bit, they lick their lips because their mouth has gone dry. They glance down at your breasts every few seconds.

I understood this was not only a domestic issue for Sam, but a sexual one as well. I admit I had occasionally smacked him on the ass during a really raucous lovemaking session and he would always cry out when I did that. I also admit that turned me on. He never asked me to stop so I knew he liked it, too.

My imagination started running a mile a minute and I'm pretty sure my eyelids drooped and my mouth got dry right then, too. Sam noticed my change in demeanor and we both seemed to know at the same time that our relationship was about to change into something incredibly exciting, titillating, and downright fun!

He said, "So, I was thinking we might need a contract. You write down all the things you want me to do for you each day, and also make a list of appropriate punishments."

This was getting better by the minute!

He added, "I was hoping you'd react this way." Remember, I hadn't said anything yet. He could feel the heat coming from my body, and could read the lust in my eyes.

"I ordered a book for you last week, and it arrived yesterday. Would you mind reading it?"

He pulled out a femdom how-to book he'd been hiding in the nightstand. I, of course, agreed to look at the book but I was far too sexually aroused to read at that moment. I ordered him to turn off the TV, and to get naked. Not sure how to begin, I remembered how excited I had gotten the few times I'd smacked his ass. Now that he was literally asking for it, I had no problem transforming into punishing dominatrix mode.

Pulling my black nightgown over my head, I said, "I can read the book later but I think we should start your punishments now. We have years and years to catch up on. Remember those dirty dishes you left in the sink last night?"

Sam stood up, and dropped his shorts very quickly, a huge smile on his face. He stood before me, his erection straining upward.

I wondered what instrument I could use. The idea popped into my head pretty quickly. Right there, on the nightstand, was my hairbrush from when Sam was performing our nightly ritual just moments before.

I said, "Get on your hands and knees."