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 B
Authors: Nika Bella Dea
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point in crying over something that is never going to happen? So, I keep my tears to myself and I have to admit that I still get very angry about things.
And, that is where Martin comes into his own. For, you see, Martin brought me into a world that I never even knew existed when I was only 18, and that is the world of BDSM. He is a submissive, and likes nothing better than for me to step on his balls while wearing my high-heeled shoes. We have gotten more immersed in this world over the last few years and, yet, when I think back now, I can't quite remember how we first got into it.
I do know that Martin was the one to initiate things and, when he got me to agree to live with him at the age of 20 (I never did get to University), things seemed to progress from there. The first time I remember it happening, I was still pretty young and, when I saw the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, I thought he was going to use them on me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I realized that he wanted me to use them on him!
"This is something special between us that not a lot of people understand," he told me with his brown eyes, looking just like a puppy. And, I suppose back in the early 80s, things like bondage were not something people discussed a lot. It was pretty much kept underground, and not talked about. "Please tie me up, and then whip me with that leather belt," he pleaded, more puppy dog than ever.
At first, it angered me to see a grown man groveling but, when I realized he was serious, I didn't think that I could go through with it.
"I can't hurt you, Martin. I wouldn't know where to start."
"Well then, you don't love me, do you? Don't you think that hurts me every day?" he asked, with his eyes now looking sad. "I would far rather have a physical kind of pain than the mental torture you put me through each and every day."
And, then I became angry. He always said that, as long as we were together, it didn't matter what my feelings were so now I felt as if he had lied to me. I didn't know then though that it was his way of getting me angry and he was hoping I would retaliate. Boy, did I retaliate! I tied him up, and took great pleasure in whipping his ass until it was criss-crossed with red lines. I then flopped on the bed, both physically and mentally exhausted.
Every week after that, Martin would push my buttons until I found myself initiating the bondage sessions as I had begun to enjoy them just as much as he did. Once BDSM became more 'user-friendly,' we joined a club where we could watch other couples enjoying the same kind of things that we like to do. We still go there once a month. My 'services' as a Dominatrix have become renowned throughout the club and there is often a queue of people wanting to watch me put Martin through his paces.
And me? 'Two out of three' still does it for me and, while I may not love Martin, I know that we belong together, and will stay that way. After all, who else would pierce his balls with high heels, and then make another man kiss them better for him? And for Martin? He loves me, and always has. The fact that he knows I don't love him back makes him try even harder to please me. That serves both our needs very well.
Librarians are NOT Boring!
by Cherie
You get a certain impression of people who work in libraries, don't you? We all seem to think these people are boring bookworms who like nothing better than to snuggle up in front of the fire with a good book, rather than having any kind of social life, right? That's what I always thought until I met Gerard five years ago. He definitely appeared to be a bookish sort; he wore spectacles which perched on the end of his nose, had a 'sensible' haircut and sensible clothes, and seemed as if he would go along with anything anyone suggested in order to keep the peace. At least, that was my first impression of him.
When my parents passed away, I was left with a sizeable inheritance, which meant that I didn't have to
And, that is where Martin comes into his own. For, you see, Martin brought me into a world that I never even knew existed when I was only 18, and that is the world of BDSM. He is a submissive, and likes nothing better than for me to step on his balls while wearing my high-heeled shoes. We have gotten more immersed in this world over the last few years and, yet, when I think back now, I can't quite remember how we first got into it.
I do know that Martin was the one to initiate things and, when he got me to agree to live with him at the age of 20 (I never did get to University), things seemed to progress from there. The first time I remember it happening, I was still pretty young and, when I saw the handcuffs and blindfold on the bed, I thought he was going to use them on me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I realized that he wanted me to use them on him!
"This is something special between us that not a lot of people understand," he told me with his brown eyes, looking just like a puppy. And, I suppose back in the early 80s, things like bondage were not something people discussed a lot. It was pretty much kept underground, and not talked about. "Please tie me up, and then whip me with that leather belt," he pleaded, more puppy dog than ever.
At first, it angered me to see a grown man groveling but, when I realized he was serious, I didn't think that I could go through with it.
"I can't hurt you, Martin. I wouldn't know where to start."
"Well then, you don't love me, do you? Don't you think that hurts me every day?" he asked, with his eyes now looking sad. "I would far rather have a physical kind of pain than the mental torture you put me through each and every day."
And, then I became angry. He always said that, as long as we were together, it didn't matter what my feelings were so now I felt as if he had lied to me. I didn't know then though that it was his way of getting me angry and he was hoping I would retaliate. Boy, did I retaliate! I tied him up, and took great pleasure in whipping his ass until it was criss-crossed with red lines. I then flopped on the bed, both physically and mentally exhausted.
Every week after that, Martin would push my buttons until I found myself initiating the bondage sessions as I had begun to enjoy them just as much as he did. Once BDSM became more 'user-friendly,' we joined a club where we could watch other couples enjoying the same kind of things that we like to do. We still go there once a month. My 'services' as a Dominatrix have become renowned throughout the club and there is often a queue of people wanting to watch me put Martin through his paces.
And me? 'Two out of three' still does it for me and, while I may not love Martin, I know that we belong together, and will stay that way. After all, who else would pierce his balls with high heels, and then make another man kiss them better for him? And for Martin? He loves me, and always has. The fact that he knows I don't love him back makes him try even harder to please me. That serves both our needs very well.
Librarians are NOT Boring!
by Cherie
You get a certain impression of people who work in libraries, don't you? We all seem to think these people are boring bookworms who like nothing better than to snuggle up in front of the fire with a good book, rather than having any kind of social life, right? That's what I always thought until I met Gerard five years ago. He definitely appeared to be a bookish sort; he wore spectacles which perched on the end of his nose, had a 'sensible' haircut and sensible clothes, and seemed as if he would go along with anything anyone suggested in order to keep the peace. At least, that was my first impression of him.
When my parents passed away, I was left with a sizeable inheritance, which meant that I didn't have to
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