FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection (13 page)

She pushed the clerk back, and looked at me with lust-crazed eyes. "Okay, it's your turn. Let's see what you've learned so far." I got out of my seat, and started toward her. "No, not like that. Undress, and crawl to me."

I looked at her to see if she was kidding. She was not. I looked around, and then undressed. I was down to my underwear when I noticed both Miranda and Sophia looking at me. I hesitated.

"Jack, don't be shy," Miranda giggled. "We're all friends here. Now, off with the underwear."

My eyes darted between Miranda and Sophia. I put my thumbs into my white boxer briefs, and pushed them down. I kicked them away. I was now naked before the prying eyes of these two women.

"Now, on your knees, and get over here!" She pointed her finger down. Sophia giggled this time as I dropped to the floor. "That's good. Now, get over here! I won't ask again."

At home, I dress in just an apron, and cook and clean the house. It has naturally progressed from there.

I crawled on hands and knees to her. She welcomed me. I slipped my tongue along the inside of her thighs. She gave an excited yelp.

"You were taking notes, weren't you?" She grabbed the back of my head, and positioned me over her pussy. "Now, lick!"

I began licking, remembering all of what Sophia had done. It was rather embarrassing to be naked in this clothing store, but exciting as hell. Miranda knew this turned me on. She knew forcing me to be naked in public was a thrill.

"Sophia, you know what to do."

I heard soft footsteps going behind me, then a swish of air as a leather belt of some kind connected with my ass. "Ohhhhhhh!" I screamed into her pussy. The vibration made her grind against my tongue.

"Ah, Jack, your ass has a nice red mark on it." She reached back, and slapped my other cheek. "I told Sophia about you the other day on the phone. She seemed very interested in helping me make this visit a memorable one."

The door to the shop opened. Two girls walked in, and saw me on my knees, naked, servicing one woman, while being whipped by another.

They giggled, and one said, "No problem, we'll come back later." I listened to the whispers as they left the store. "I think that was Jack Barlow from down the street." They laughed as they shut the door behind them.

"Awe, Jack, your cheeks are all red," she said with a snicker. "And, not your ass cheeks, either. Although, they are red, too."

The swish of the belt came down again. My tongue slid all the way inside my wife.

"It's going to be a good afternoon!" My wife shrieked.

Sophia giggled. "So glad I could have you in my store."

Her words were not lost on me.

Subtle Beginnings

by Ben

It began very subtly...so subtly that I didn't realize it was happening. I'm not even sure that Eileen was aware of it at first. It was almost six months to the day after my first 'punishment' before all the pieces clicked into place. It wasn't until Eileen was standing over me in her leather bodice, her stiletto practically piercing the skin between my shoulder blades, that the penny dropped. Only then, as I knelt beneath her on all fours, naked except for my collar and leash, did the term Dom/Sub finally pop into my mind.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I was slow on the uptake, right? How the hell hadn't I realized before now that I was the slave in this relationship?

Well, as I said, it began with the little things.

Six months ago, I'd promised, with hand on heart, that I'd get home from work in time for the special dinner she'd laid on for her boss and his wife, plus Eileen's best friend and her husband, who was a golfing buddy of Eileen's boss. It had all seemed a bit clique-y at the time but I'd promised to be there. So, naturally, when I got home fifteen minutes late, Eileen was livid.

Appetizers were already sitting before the guests and I couldn't simply sit down. Eileen insisted that I change before joining them. I didn't see her following me up the stairs. I didn't even notice that she scooped up my clothing as I shed it until I was standing naked in our bedroom, staring into empty drawers that should have held fresh underwear and socks. Frowning, I slid open my wardrobe door, and found no shirts, no trousers, either.

Nothing.

"Eileen?" I turned to face my frowning wife. "Where have all my..?"

"I think you owe me an apology," she growled.

"What? I was stuck in traffic! Stop messing about and..."

"Apologize!" she barked, loudly enough to startle me, but not so loud as to be heard by the guests downstairs. Instantly, she had me cornered. I was naked, and already feeling a little vulnerable as she glared at me.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"No, it's not okay," she spat. "I took the entire afternoon off to get that meal ready and you just waltz in here like you own the place!"

That stopped my thoughts in their tracks. Own the place? I certainly did. My name was on the deed! I opened my mouth to retort but her furious expression stopped me.

I sighed. "Eileen, I'm sorry. I wasn't late on purpose. It was beyond my control. Now, can we go downstairs? We have guests, remember?"

"I remember. I remember having to explain to them how you embarrassed me by not bothering to turn up on time."

I sighed. "Can we at least discuss this later?"

"No. I don't think your apology was sincere," she said.

"I...what? What else can I say?"

"It's not what you can say, you silly little naked man. It's what you can do."

"All right," I sighed, brushing the insult aside. Anything for a quiet life, I thought. "What can I do?"

"Lick me," she said.

This time, I simply stared at her. She was angry about me being late and now she wanted me to lick her?

"Do I need to tell you again?" she snapped. "Get down on your knees and lick me!" Once again I stared at her, not quite believing my ears. Eileen had always been fairly passive in the bedroom, only taking charge when she was feeling particularly horny, or when her orgasm was imminent. Then, she would steer my mouth, tongue or fingers with unusual vigor. Nails would rake my back, spurring me deep inside her until she climaxed noisily.

But, this behavior?

"You're refusing?" she growled, casting my discarded clothing aside. Still not quite believing the situation, I sank to my knees, and began to crawl towards her. She lifted a leg, and placed it on the frame of the bed. As I got closer, she drew her long skirt over her knee and along her thigh, far enough to reveal her dark stocking tops. I stared at her exposed leg and a peculiar stirring began in my groin. My cock began to swell and I blinked at the unexpected sensation.

"Closer!" she snapped and I crawled the last few feet until I was level with her legs.

"Kiss my foot first," she said. Not wanting to invoke her anger again, I bent to plant my lips close to her ankle.

"Now, up my calf." I complied, trailing kisses up her shapely leg until I reached her knee. My cock was fully stiff by now and I felt a strange wonder at my own reactions to this surreal scenario. At her command, I kissed along her thigh, passing the stocking top, and finding warm skin beneath my lips. I could feel the heat of her pussy on my cheek; I could smell the gentle musk of her wetness. And then, as she lifted the skirt from the top of her thigh, I realized that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. But, I had no time to react. Her hand pressed the back of my head, propelling my face against her freshly-shaven lips. For this part at least, I needed no prompting. My tongue and lips began to work automatically, drawing deep sighs and long groans from Eileen. She was surprisingly wet. Her orgasm hit very quickly and she struggled to contain her usually-loud cries as she shuddered beneath my tongue.

And, as quickly as that, it was over. She pushed me away, dropped her leg, and smoothed down her skirt.

"Your clothes are in the bathroom," she said briskly as I rose to my feet. My erection waved before me, throbbing for attention; any kind of touch. But, Eileen was already turning away.

"I'll just need to wash my face," I said.

"You will not!" she snapped. "You'll leave it exactly as it is, and remember how much you embarrassed me."

And so I sat through two hours with our guests, the smell of her pussy strong in my nostrils. All the way through dinner and coffee, pre-cum trickled from my still-erect cock, which I struggled to hide from the others. My mind imagined what might happen once they were gone and whether I would get the chance to come.

That was the first hint of my wife's preference for domination...although I didn't realize it at the time. My head was still spinning with lust and disbelief.

But, now that I think back, I realize that it was also the first time that I got a kick out of being her slave. Many adventures lay ahead, as well as many delightful orgasms.

When my Mistress allowed them, of course.

A Walk in the Park

by Tabitha

"Okay, stop the car right here!" I gripped my husband Sean's leg, and squeezed down, my nails digging into his bare flesh.

The mint condition silky black Jaguar screeched to a halt in front of a park teeming with people. It was a typical spring day where everyone was out enjoying the sunshine. I had a wicked idea.

"Sean, you remember when we talked about doing some public displays of affection?" I asked. I looked out the window, and surveyed the scene. What Sean didn't know was that I was here a few days earlier, scouting the area. It was deserted then, but this would be more daring.

"Yeah, I recall you mentioning something while you were jacking me off in that park bathroom over there." His finger pointed toward the far side of the park where two pine bathrooms stood, one for girls and one for guys. "But, you can't be serious. Look at all the people who are here."

"Oh, I see them," I smirked. "But, that's not what I meant. We've done that many times before. Remember the other conversation we had?"

His eyes went wide. "You mean about being the dominatrix, and taking me out in public to be some kind of freak exhibitionist show?" He shook his head. "I didn't think you actually wanted to do that."

I laughed. "Sure you did. When I was whispering what I wanted to do in your ear, your cock got harder than I've ever seen it." I moved my hand over to his crotch. Sure enough, he was already hard just from thinking about it.

"Let's just take a leisurely stroll to that bluff there." I pointed to the other end of the park where the beach nearly merges with the surf. "We'll take things as they come, no pun intended."

He fidgeted under my fingers. I had him. "Okay, but just a walk to check things out, right?"

"Right!" I opened up my door, and got out. I was wearing only white shorts and a bikini top. The guys all turned their heads. Hey, some of the girls turned around, too. I get that reaction sometimes.

Sean got out, and shut the door, hitting the alarm with a quick bleep bleep. He adjusted his shirt, making sure it was loose, and covering his hard cock.

"Sean, tuck that shirt back in!" I said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

He reluctantly did what he was told. The obvious bulge in his tight shorts could be seen from the onlookers. The guys kept their eyes on me. The girls turned their attention to him. Let's just say that Sean was blessed when the universe was handing out cocks, very blessed indeed.

I walked arm and arm with him, leading him down the path. I made sure to walk slowly so everyone could see what we had to offer. I was sure that a couple of them would be curious as to what was going on once we got around the bend, and out of sight along the bluff.

Once we were near the bluff, I reached down, and felt Sean's cock through his shorts. It was really long and hard now. I just smiled. "Did you see the way those girls were looking at you?"

"Yeah, like they should be holding dollar bills as I pass by." He didn't make any move to brush my hand away. In fact, his thick cock jerked and flexed under my ministrations.

"Don't look, just keep walking." I took him off the path, and walked casually behind the bluff. When we were out of sight, I turned around. "Okay, take off your shorts and shirt."

"What?!" He asked incredulously. "Are you mad? There's a lot of people out there. I think I even saw a cop car."

"Yeah, but isn't this exciting?" I pulled the side of my shorts away from my dripping pussy. "Either get naked or you don't get this for a long,
long
time."

He grunted, and stripped off his shirt, then peeled off his shorts. He was naked, his long, thick cock waving around in the cool breeze. "Is this what you wanted?"

I pointed my finger to the ground. "Get down there, and make me cum. And, if you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you cum before we leave."

As he dropped to his knees, I noticed through my sunglasses two college girls skulking behind some brush. They'd clearly followed us and they knew I'd seen them. They didn't move.

Sean was licking my pussy. His lust had taken over. "Yeah, baby!" I yelled out as my hand gripped his head. "Get that nice long tongue inside me." I motioned for the girls to come over, but shushed them to keep quiet.

As Sean's tongue bathed my throbbing clit, the two college girls made their way quietly over to where we were. They were nearly standing next to Sean. One even bent down to see his cock, the precum covering the top of his shaft by now.

"Okay, Sean, whatever you feel, don't move, just keep licking my juicy pussy." I felt his head nodding up and down. "Good, you're in for quite the surprise." I winked at the girls, and used my hand in an up and down motion.

One was too shy, but the blonde who had already bent down licked her lips, and moved her hand forward. She put my husband's cock in her fist, and began stroking, using the generous amount of precum as lubricant. He moaned into my pussy.

"That's it, baby," I cooed. "Keep your tongue on that clit. Suck it hard. You should see this blonde jacking you off."

The blonde grinned as she increased the tempo of her movements. She was driving him crazy. This was so hot. I bit my lip, and creamed his tongue. I felt him tense up and then the blonde was giggling. He was shooting his nice white hot cum onto the ground in front of her. She kept stroking until he was completely drained.