FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection by Nika Bella Dea Page A
Authors: Nika Bella Dea
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he said, "Ow!" with surprise. I pulled my vibrator from the bedside cabinet, and switched it on.
I knew that Clint thought I was going to use it on myself so I surprised him by pushing it against his ass. I didn't want to hurt him too much to start with so I only pushed a little, and tugged on his dick at the same time. When I felt how hard he had grown in my hand, I reached into the cabinet again, and grabbed a small bottle of lube. I poured it on the vibrator, and then I pushed it in him, to the hilt. His hips came up off the bed and he was moaning, "Please, don't stop!"
Ok, I thought. Time now for the real purpose of this, and that's to see how well he can take orders. "Shut up!" I shouted. "You will cum when I say you can!"
I straddled his waist above his dick, slapped him across the face with one hand, and played with my wet pussy with the other. I could see he was torn with confusion and lust. Once I had climaxed, I decided to leave him tied up for awhile, and went to the kitchen.
"Be a good boy," I said. "I'll see you in awhile."
"You're not gonna leave me like this?"
"Oh, yes I am," I replied. "And, when I get back, I might decide to allow you to cum as well."
I left him for an hour, did my stuff, and then went back in. That was the beginning of a long night. When I did allow him to cum, hours later, boy was it explosive!
He now wants us to get more into it and I am looking forward to tonight. I'm going to blindfold and tie him up, and then I'm going to let him hear the click, click of my camera, while threatening to put the pictures on the Internet. Can't wait to see the look on his face!
Meatloaf Memories
by Tina
Memories are a wonderful thing, aren't they? And the things that bring back memories, such as a scent, or a certain piece of music, can be amazingly evocative, and take you right back to where you were when it all happened. That's what the song "Two out Of Three Ain't Bad" by Meatloaf always does to me. As soon as I hear his rich voice singing, I'm taken right back to 1977 when I first heard it.
I was only 18 at the time and I thought that Meatloaf was the greatest singer I had ever heard. I was at a yacht club disco with my school friends and we were on Easter break. The sun had been shining all day and it was a very mild night for April in the UK. I lived in London at the time, and was fed up with school. To be honest, I couldn't wait to leave.
My parents insisted that I stay there until I was 18 as they wanted me to go to University. And, I would have done that but for the fact that I met Martin, who was the DJ that night. He was much older than me at nearly 30 and I thought he was almost like a rock star. He looked very much like David Cassidy at the time, who was one of my favorite stars. I almost swooned every time he smiled at me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go and ask him to put my favorite song of the time on. He had to shout in my ear to get heard above the music. "I'll put it on in a minute, gorgeous," he yelled...and I felt my heart melt. He called me gorgeous , I thought. "I just wanna play this one by Meatloaf first."
I nodded, and stepped back to listen to whoever this 'Meatloaf' guy was. And, that is why I will always associate Meatloaf with the night I met Martin.
He came forward to have a slow dance with me at the end and, once more, it was to Meatloaf. Little did I realize then how true the words would become, because here we are 30-odd years later and I can still say that 'I want Martin, I need him, but I'm never going to love him.' And, he is happy with that fact.
He understands me like nobody else has ever done and, although we may have split up a few times, we always end up getting back together for nobody else gives me what Martin does. We currently live in a huge mansion in the English countryside (Martin later became a producer) and, most of the time, I am happy and content with what we have. My only regret in life is that I never had kids but what's the
I knew that Clint thought I was going to use it on myself so I surprised him by pushing it against his ass. I didn't want to hurt him too much to start with so I only pushed a little, and tugged on his dick at the same time. When I felt how hard he had grown in my hand, I reached into the cabinet again, and grabbed a small bottle of lube. I poured it on the vibrator, and then I pushed it in him, to the hilt. His hips came up off the bed and he was moaning, "Please, don't stop!"
Ok, I thought. Time now for the real purpose of this, and that's to see how well he can take orders. "Shut up!" I shouted. "You will cum when I say you can!"
I straddled his waist above his dick, slapped him across the face with one hand, and played with my wet pussy with the other. I could see he was torn with confusion and lust. Once I had climaxed, I decided to leave him tied up for awhile, and went to the kitchen.
"Be a good boy," I said. "I'll see you in awhile."
"You're not gonna leave me like this?"
"Oh, yes I am," I replied. "And, when I get back, I might decide to allow you to cum as well."
I left him for an hour, did my stuff, and then went back in. That was the beginning of a long night. When I did allow him to cum, hours later, boy was it explosive!
He now wants us to get more into it and I am looking forward to tonight. I'm going to blindfold and tie him up, and then I'm going to let him hear the click, click of my camera, while threatening to put the pictures on the Internet. Can't wait to see the look on his face!
Meatloaf Memories
by Tina
Memories are a wonderful thing, aren't they? And the things that bring back memories, such as a scent, or a certain piece of music, can be amazingly evocative, and take you right back to where you were when it all happened. That's what the song "Two out Of Three Ain't Bad" by Meatloaf always does to me. As soon as I hear his rich voice singing, I'm taken right back to 1977 when I first heard it.
I was only 18 at the time and I thought that Meatloaf was the greatest singer I had ever heard. I was at a yacht club disco with my school friends and we were on Easter break. The sun had been shining all day and it was a very mild night for April in the UK. I lived in London at the time, and was fed up with school. To be honest, I couldn't wait to leave.
My parents insisted that I stay there until I was 18 as they wanted me to go to University. And, I would have done that but for the fact that I met Martin, who was the DJ that night. He was much older than me at nearly 30 and I thought he was almost like a rock star. He looked very much like David Cassidy at the time, who was one of my favorite stars. I almost swooned every time he smiled at me.
I finally plucked up the courage to go and ask him to put my favorite song of the time on. He had to shout in my ear to get heard above the music. "I'll put it on in a minute, gorgeous," he yelled...and I felt my heart melt. He called me gorgeous , I thought. "I just wanna play this one by Meatloaf first."
I nodded, and stepped back to listen to whoever this 'Meatloaf' guy was. And, that is why I will always associate Meatloaf with the night I met Martin.
He came forward to have a slow dance with me at the end and, once more, it was to Meatloaf. Little did I realize then how true the words would become, because here we are 30-odd years later and I can still say that 'I want Martin, I need him, but I'm never going to love him.' And, he is happy with that fact.
He understands me like nobody else has ever done and, although we may have split up a few times, we always end up getting back together for nobody else gives me what Martin does. We currently live in a huge mansion in the English countryside (Martin later became a producer) and, most of the time, I am happy and content with what we have. My only regret in life is that I never had kids but what's the
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