69 SHADES OF RED: Femdom Stories of Spankings and Other Sexual Punishments - Bend Over! You Know You Deserve It! Volume 2 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection

by Nika Bella Dea

  “How bad will these ache,” she said, leaning down and opening her mouth to breathe ever so lightly on my big purple sack, “if all I do is give you a prostate milking once a month?”

  “Okay, okay!” I cried just as my friend got her lips around my testicles.

  “I was hoping I could convince you.”

  “So…” Kathy added, suddenly springing from my couch, "Let’s get to it then.”

  “Wa…Ka…Ka…” I stuttered, sitting back as the hippy blonde stepped to the cell phone and purse she had thrown on my dining room table.

  “Kathy! Kathy!” I called, bellowing my thighs as I had been doing lots these past weeks when trying to relieve a sudden heat to my balls, or my cock straining to grow bigger.

  Chastity had been something Kathy and I had certainly discussed way back when we first talked about exploring kinky fantasies. But, it wasn’t until the past three months that we had introduced the idea—first with Kathy buying and then acclimating me to wearing the cage for days, then weeks at a time—then to this long five weeks of actually having to wear the thing, and being on a veritable ‘lock down’ to any other dates out of the sheer sweet embarrassment that I happened to be wearing the cage.

  I guess I wasn't too surprised that forced cock sucking would come out of all this, It was indeed where this pretty girl with the round face and even rounder ass and I were getting to in our fits and starts kink play. And, yes, I would do pretty much whatever this woman wanted, as much to get out of this cage as from the fact that I thought maybe I really did want to suck cock for her. It’s just that, with Kathy dialing her cell, I knew that her premeditation was such that she meant for me to suck cock right now!

  “Yeah, second one from the right, two flights,” she said to an obvious question.

  “Okay, sure, sure,” she added, then pushed her phone to hang up.

  “You can’t be serious…he’s on his way right now?”

  “Only minutes away.”

  I had no idea who the ‘he’ was, but knew Kathy had plenty of kinky men other than me in her life. Not that she domed anybody else—or at least she told me—but, like me, she ran with lots of pervs, subscribed to Fetlife, and hit ‘those’ kinds of parties when she wasn’t dating anyone steady. In fact, it was damn hard for her to find guys to keep up with her perversions, as it was hard for me to find women who could. That saw us both rifling through the many dates that we did, and had us coming back to one another time and again.

  “You’ll like Fred. He’s super chill,” Kathy said, stepping back across my wood floor deliberately slow so her three inch heels click-a-clipped. “He’s bi, mostly. But, generally, he’s into guys.”

  “You’ve played?”

  “No, no, nothing like that,” she said, stopping at me, and offering me her hand. I took it, and stood, while the woman embraced me and, of course, my cock twitched.

  “He’s just a good guy, very discreet.” she whispered, while kissing my shoulder, running her electric hand across my lower back, the other down my hip.

  “And, with the nicest cock," she whispered.

  Just then, my doorbell rang.

  “On your knees, baby,” Kathy said, standing back from me. “I want him to walk right up to you, and unzip.”

  “Kathy, please, really…pa,” I said, and began to shake so hard I started to scare myself.

  “Do I hear a safe word here?”

  “No… no…” I said, literally quivering as she stood back even further to assess me.

  “Then take this like the man I know you are,” she said, turning from me with one last kiss on my cheek. "And, before you know it, it will be over, you’ll be free from that cage and I will be jerking you off in a glorious fount you will have deserved.”

  I watched as her big, round G-stringed ass walked down the hallway of my condo. I got to my knees, and bowed my head as my front door opened. I licked my lips—I don't know why—as I heard Kathy and this man, Fred, exchange helloes and giggles. I closed my eyes, and lifted my chin as I heard Kathy close the door, and lock it. As I sensed them both walking into my condo proper. I opened my eyes and he and Kathy were standing right before me with her standing behind Fred, unzipping his pants, flicking the button open, and helping the man step out of his jeans. He was already semi-erect.

  He did have a nice cock. Kathy was right about that. She was already working a condom onto his rising dick as she stood close behind him. Covered, and growling deep in his throat, it was when Fred stepped maybe three inches from my face that I finally looked up to his tight, hairless stomach, his wide white chest, and into his dark brown eyes, looking down at me.

  “It’s time,” Kathy said, standing back a bit.

  I didn’t know who that statement was for: me, her, him.

  “Thank you,” I said, and opened my mouth.

  My cock certainly jumped then as I scooted my knees forward, and let Fred place his warm dick—warmer than I suddenly realized I imagined it would be in a condom—between my open lips. Where Kathy and I had begun, to right at this moment, didn’t feel as much a journey as it did a never-ending circle, like a snake eating its own tale (telling as that image was in my mind right then...considering what I was doing).

  But, as I closed my mouth, and truly began sucking the cock before me, I knew this was a hurdle Kathy and I had now certainly jumped. And, I knew I'd want to jump it again, and again.

  Downsizing

  by Liam

  Grant knew there was going to be trouble and that at least one of the suits gathered in the corridor was going to get the push. Maybe even two. Shit… he thought. Might even be me. Three suits had already preceded him into the boardroom, closing the doors behind them...and none of them had emerged.

  Not really surprising. There were three ways into–or out of–that room. One door at either end of the long room and the double doors right in front of him. Grant guessed the poor saps had been ushered out the side door.

  Probably to keep them from blabbing to us, or crying about their redundancy. He glanced along the corridor at his tense colleagues, and received a few nervous glances back.

  Everyone’s shitting bricks.

  At that moment, one of the double doors swung open and Cassidy, the CEO’s uber-stern secretary, stuck her head out into the corridor.

  “Mister Grant,” she called. He stiffened. Every eye was on him as he walked slowly toward the boardroom like a condemned man heading for the gallows. But, he knew that they weren’t worried for him. They were far too busy fretting about their own jobs.

  Cassidy stepped aside to let him in, then pushed the door closed firmly behind him. Before he’d had a chance to draw a breath, she began with what he felt was a rehearsed and distinctly ‘bad-news’ speech.

  “As you know, Mister Grant, the board has decided that the company is long overdue for a down-size.”

  Oh, shit…here it comes. He sighed as she leaned her tight skirt against the edge of the table. Her open jacket swung back, revealing an amply-filled white blouse. At 32, Cassidy had drawn the gaze of every male on the sixth floor, and earned the envy of every woman. Blonde, statuesque, and graceful, she had become a fantasy figure for many...until her cold, hard manner had been unleashed in the name of the CEO. Grant blinked, tearing his eyes from her figure, and tried to concentrate on the issue at hand—his job.

  “I have called you in here as part of a selection process in order to determine, quite simply, who is to stay and who is to go.”

  Grant peered at Cassidy, sensing a stay of execution. They haven’t decided?

  “I would like to hear from you the reasons why you ought to be considered as part of the continued workforce for this floor.”

  “I…um…” Grant began, searching for the right words. Cassidy picked up a spiral notepad, and began to write.

  “Interesting start, Mister Grant.” She peered at him. “It speaks volumes about your commitment to the company.”

  Oh, shit! “My portfolio…” he began. �
��It will confirm that I am a valuable asset to the company.” Better! “I have consistently exceeded my set targets, and brought much-needed value to the stocks.”

  Cassidy wrote for a moment, then sighed. “All very commendable, Mister Grant.” She laid the pad down on the impressive table, and folded her arms. “But, it tells me nothing about you. What are you prepared to do in order to remain part of this team?”

  “I…will endeavor to increase my assets.” Grant thought furiously. “I will offer to work for longer...”

  “That’s not what I meant, Mister Grant.”

  “I don’t under...”

  “Perhaps a demonstration would make the question clearer.” Cassidy fixed him with a cold gaze. She twirled the pen for a moment, then jammed it between her full red lips. “Kneel on the carpet, right where you’re standing.”

  “I…”

  “Do you wish to be placed at the bottom of the list, like Mister Bayford?”

  “Adam?” Grant gaped. “Adam’s at the bottom?”

  Cassidy shrugged. “He refused to follow simple instructions. If an employee can’t perform the most simple of tasks, then of what value is he?”

  This is fucking weird. Grant sank to his knees, bringing a nod of approval from Cassidy.

  “Better.” She slipped off her heels, and walked silently up to Grant. “Now, if you would, please kiss my feet.” Grant stared at her for a long moment, then slowly lowered himself before her. He planted his lips on her right foot, and then her left, lingering to avoid any accusations of a half-completed task.

  “And, now my calves, Mister Grant,” she said, before he could rise.

  For fuck’s sake! Grant trailed kisses up Cassidy’s slim left calf until he reached her knee. Then, he returned to her right foot, and repeated the action until he reached her right knee. His forehead brushed against her dark skirt as he hovered there, awaiting her next demeaning instruction.

  “My thigh, if you please.” The hem disappeared from his view, drawn slowly upwards by Cassidy’s pale fingers.

  Grant blinked, trying not to show his surprise. As ordered, and with less reluctance this time, he began to trail a series of kisses up Cassidy’s pale right thigh. She turned slightly so that his path led him around to the back of her thigh. Then, he hit skirt again.

  “One moment, please,” Cassidy sighed. She unzipped the skirt, unwrapped it from her waist, and dropped it onto the table.

  “Proceed.” Grant continued kissing, and quickly found himself planting his lips on her trim right buttock which, because of the narrow red thong she was wearing, was left mostly exposed. He paused as he got up to the hem of her white blouse.

  “Just continue around there for a moment,” Cassidy said casually. “I need to make some notes.”

  Grant needed no prompting. He continued to kiss her cheek for a few more moments, savoring the feel of her soft skin on his lips. Then, he crossed over to her left cheek. Cassidy immediately grabbed his hair, and slapped the back of his head with her notebook.

  “Mister Grant, would you say that you find it difficult to follow simple instructions?”

  “Ow…no!” Grant gasped. She pushed him back toward her right buttock, then rattled his head for good measure. Grant knew better that to argue with her because that might put him on a level pegging with Adam Bayford–potential ex-employee.

  He planted another half-dozen kisses on Cassidy’s ass before she tugged him away by the hair.

  “Well, you’ve proven to me that you can do as you’re told, for the most part.” She threw him a half-smile. “Now, I’d really like to see what you’re made of. Please stand.”

  “What I’m made of?” Grant echoed.

  “Unless you no longer wish to work for this company…” Cassidy left the threat unfinished.

  Grant sighed. “Of course I do, Ma'am. What do you need from me?”

  Cassidy handed Grant an empty water glass from the conference table. “I require you to cover the bottom of this glass with your semen, Mister Grant.”

  Grant simply stared at Cassidy. She held his gaze for a long moment before she shrugged, and returned the glass to the table.

  “Such a disappointment,” she muttered, appending several lines to her notepad. “And, I had heard that you have real spunk. “ She flicked her pen in the direction of the door. “You should leave now. Will you require any boxes?”

  Boxes? For clearing out my desk–fuck!

  “Of course, I could accept that your reluctance to perform may be caused by the less than cozy surroundings,” Cassidy said quietly. She placed the notebook on the table, then slowly unbuttoned her white blouse.

  “Perhaps I can improve the conditions for you.” Grant stared as she pulled her blouse open, revealing her ample breasts, held in check by a pale silk bra.

  “Uh…” Grant managed. Cassidy raised an eyebrow, then dropped her gaze to Grant’s crotch, which had begun to swell.

  “And, perhaps this might help…” She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her red thong, and pulled it down over her hips, wiggling as she did so. Grant stared at Cassidy as her neatly-trimmed pussy appeared. He froze as his cock stiffened.

  “Ready now, Mister Grant? Or, should I just get dressed, and call Human Resources?”

  “Uh…no,” Grant managed. He reached for his zipper. Cassidy dropped the thong to her ankles, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her large breasts swung free of the bra, leaving Grant trembling. It took him seconds to pull out his cock. With his gaze alternating between Cassidy’s breasts and her pussy, he began to stroke himself, squeezing his cock until it was bone-hard.

  Kicking the thong to one side, Cassidy shuffled her feet further apart, and slid her middle finger between her legs, slipping it past her lips. Grant increased his strokes. His breath quickened as his heartbeat accelerated. Cassidy reached up to cup one breast, squeezing her nipple between the knuckles of two fingers.

  “Oh, fuck…” Grant groaned. Cassidy spread her legs further and small, wet sounds reached Grant. He watched as she slipped a finger inside her. She sighed with satisfaction, triggering a sudden heat within his loins.

  “Oh…. fuuuck…” Grant groaned. “I’m going to need that glass.” She raised an eyebrow. “Ma'am,” Grant added.

  The glass appeared before him only a second before he shuddered and stiffened. His cum splattered against the side of the glass as he stroked long and deep. His back arched and his knees threatened to buckle as his orgasm swept through his body.

  “Shit!” he groaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cassidy watched with a cool gaze as Grant slowed his strokes, and squeezed the last of his cum out into the glass, shivering and groaning. As he stood before her, chest heaving, Cassidy raised the glass to eye level, and studied the contents.

  “Very good effort, Mister Grant,” she smiled. “It’s always reassuring when an employee gives everything that he can.” Without another word she tipped back the glass, and swallowed the contents, rubbing a long middle finger across her lips as she lifted the glass away. Grant stared at her in disbelief.

  “I think that you will be safe with us for awhile longer,” Cassidy smiled, placing the glass back on the table. Her nimble fingers quickly refastened her bra, then closed up her blouse. “But, I must caution you that I am obliged to review your performance on a regular basis.”

  “Of course,” Grant said. “I will do my utmost to ensure your full satisfaction.”

  “That remains to be seen,” Cassidy said. “I assume that you will not be foolish enough to discuss today’s…special consideration with any of your less fortunate colleagues?”

  “I understand the terms of company confidentiality, Ma'am.”

  “Then, you may leave, and please use the side door, Mister Grant. I would rather spare your colleagues the sight of your improper state of dress.” She glanced pointedly at Grant’s semi-swollen cock, which was still hanging outside his zipper.

  Grant reddened, then hurried toward the side door of
the conference room, trying to tuck himself away. As he reached for the door handle, an enormous sense of relief swept over him and he realized that he was looking forward to his next review.

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