FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection by Nika Bella Dea
Authors: Nika Bella Dea
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was in my usual jeans and t-shirt!
Anyway, we went in, ordered drinks, and sat down for a while. I looked around and I know I must have looked like an idiot because my mouth was open with shock at some of the things I saw. It seemed that most of the men who attended were of the submissive sort as I saw many on their naked knees, wearing collars, and being led around the place by their dom, which in most cases was a female.
"Do you do stuff like this?" I asked Becky.
"All the time," she smiled. "I thought you would have guessed already. Is it something you think you could be into?"
"I think I need to learn more about it first," I replied.
"Okay, let's go to one of the scene rooms and you can see the kinda things people do in there."
She led the way to a room and, for a moment, I was shocked at what was going on. But, the more I watched, the more turned on I became. There were loads of strong women there, all telling their subs what to do, and deciding when they would be allowed to cum, etc. But the men, far from looking as if they were in pain, all seemed to be enjoying it. A seed was planted in my mind and I wondered of something like this would take away the boredom I was feeling with Clint.
Most of the time we had been together, he had been an extremely laid-back kind of guy who was always happy for me to make the decisions. I think it was because he was so 'nice' that I struggled to tell him our lovemaking was flat and boring. But, I began to realize that one of us needed to do something to make things change...and that someone was going to have to be me. I watched for a while longer, and actually became so turned on by the proceedings that I had to pay a visit to the bathroom to relieve my frustration. A quick fingering of my clit and I was a happy girl! I vowed that, when I got home, I would tell Clint what I wanted.
I decided that there was no point in prevaricating so I came straight to the point, and told him where I had been that weekend. He went to get us a bottle of wine to share and we sat down for a chat. I told him how turned on I had been by everything and he looked at first shocked, then bemused, and finally seemed to realize that I was being serious.
"Are you saying you want us to try that?"
"Yes, I do. I did find out that it's not all about pain, though. A lot of it is about control. Don't you think it would be really exciting to be hugely turned on, and yet stopped from cumming until I decided that you could? Just imagine how massive that orgasm would be when it finally happened." He did look far more interested when I said that.
"Okay, I'm game if you are," he said. "Let's give it a go."
So, last night, we did. Because I wasn't too sure whether Clint would take to it, I didn't want to spend money unnecessarily on 'toys' so I looked around the house for what I could use. I found a couple of dressing gown ties, a feather duster, a leather belt, a table tennis paddle, and some scarves that could be used for blindfolds.
I called Clint when I had everything sorted out. He came into the bedroom, looking around in surprise at the 'goodies' I had gathered.
"Get naked," I commanded. He quickly stripped and I was glad to see that he was already semi-erect. He can't be thinking it's gonna be that bad ! I thought.
"Lie on your back on the bed." He did so and I tied his wrists and ankles to the bed, and then wound a scarf around his eyes for a blindfold. Now, let the games begin , I thought. I leaned over, and took his cock into my mouth to give a little suck to get him fully hard and he moaned when I quickly stopped. I didn't want to get him too far, too soon.
I picked up the feather duster, and drew it across his torso and he began giggling helplessly. Hmm, maybe that's not the effect I was after . I began running my long nails up the inside of his thighs, gently at first, and then with more force until he had long, red lines criss-crossing his skin. When I got to his ball sac, I did the same there and
Anyway, we went in, ordered drinks, and sat down for a while. I looked around and I know I must have looked like an idiot because my mouth was open with shock at some of the things I saw. It seemed that most of the men who attended were of the submissive sort as I saw many on their naked knees, wearing collars, and being led around the place by their dom, which in most cases was a female.
"Do you do stuff like this?" I asked Becky.
"All the time," she smiled. "I thought you would have guessed already. Is it something you think you could be into?"
"I think I need to learn more about it first," I replied.
"Okay, let's go to one of the scene rooms and you can see the kinda things people do in there."
She led the way to a room and, for a moment, I was shocked at what was going on. But, the more I watched, the more turned on I became. There were loads of strong women there, all telling their subs what to do, and deciding when they would be allowed to cum, etc. But the men, far from looking as if they were in pain, all seemed to be enjoying it. A seed was planted in my mind and I wondered of something like this would take away the boredom I was feeling with Clint.
Most of the time we had been together, he had been an extremely laid-back kind of guy who was always happy for me to make the decisions. I think it was because he was so 'nice' that I struggled to tell him our lovemaking was flat and boring. But, I began to realize that one of us needed to do something to make things change...and that someone was going to have to be me. I watched for a while longer, and actually became so turned on by the proceedings that I had to pay a visit to the bathroom to relieve my frustration. A quick fingering of my clit and I was a happy girl! I vowed that, when I got home, I would tell Clint what I wanted.
I decided that there was no point in prevaricating so I came straight to the point, and told him where I had been that weekend. He went to get us a bottle of wine to share and we sat down for a chat. I told him how turned on I had been by everything and he looked at first shocked, then bemused, and finally seemed to realize that I was being serious.
"Are you saying you want us to try that?"
"Yes, I do. I did find out that it's not all about pain, though. A lot of it is about control. Don't you think it would be really exciting to be hugely turned on, and yet stopped from cumming until I decided that you could? Just imagine how massive that orgasm would be when it finally happened." He did look far more interested when I said that.
"Okay, I'm game if you are," he said. "Let's give it a go."
So, last night, we did. Because I wasn't too sure whether Clint would take to it, I didn't want to spend money unnecessarily on 'toys' so I looked around the house for what I could use. I found a couple of dressing gown ties, a feather duster, a leather belt, a table tennis paddle, and some scarves that could be used for blindfolds.
I called Clint when I had everything sorted out. He came into the bedroom, looking around in surprise at the 'goodies' I had gathered.
"Get naked," I commanded. He quickly stripped and I was glad to see that he was already semi-erect. He can't be thinking it's gonna be that bad ! I thought.
"Lie on your back on the bed." He did so and I tied his wrists and ankles to the bed, and then wound a scarf around his eyes for a blindfold. Now, let the games begin , I thought. I leaned over, and took his cock into my mouth to give a little suck to get him fully hard and he moaned when I quickly stopped. I didn't want to get him too far, too soon.
I picked up the feather duster, and drew it across his torso and he began giggling helplessly. Hmm, maybe that's not the effect I was after . I began running my long nails up the inside of his thighs, gently at first, and then with more force until he had long, red lines criss-crossing his skin. When I got to his ball sac, I did the same there and
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