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

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by Nika Bella Dea


  "You could say we have a new regime in this house," my wife replied. "Now, Walter, go make us some tea."

  Jane wound up staying another hour, grinning at my state of undress the whole time. She's been gone for awhile now, and here I stand, writing it all down. That was another command from my beloved. She thinks our story will serve as an example for other couples. And, so I'll close by saying this to the men out there: it'll sting, more than a bit, but a life of domestic discipline is worth it. She'll love you more, because you'll deserve it---you'll be a better husband. And you'll feel better, too, just not at those fateful moments. You'll know the right and the wrong ways to treat her, you'll know what respect really means, and you'll know how to make her truly happy.

  In short, you'll know your place.

  Champagne, Skiing and Spankings

  by Nikki

  My parents have a large cabin in Telluride. We've been going there every year since I was little. After I graduated from college, my friends and I would go there by ourselves and, later, I would take boyfriends there for romantic weekends. You see, that's where I took guys to test them, to see if they were exactly what I wanted in a husband. In the cabin, we were all alone, miles from anyone, where nobody could hear him begging for help. But, I'm getting ahead of myself...

  During my teens and early 20's, I was looking for a very specific type of man; the one I would want to spend the rest of my life with. Fairy tale wedding, lavish estate, you know. Every girl's dream. The problem is, where do you find a man who's a genius in the boardroom but a pussy in the bedroom? It ain't easy, let me tell you!

  When I met Ben, I thought maybe I'd finally found the guy. He was on the board at his dad's company and they had plenty of money. So, I knew he wasn't interested in me for my dad's dough. He was more cute than handsome; one of those puppy dog kind of guys. Girls were always flirting with him but they were clearly only interested in his wealth. He carried himself well. He was a formidable foe in the boardroom (or so my dad said), on the golf course, and, as I later learned, on the slopes as well.

  I pretended to be a "nice girl", and had only let him get to second base. I told him I was saving myself for marriage, which was a huge lie but what did he know? He kept pressuring me so, after we'd been dating for a few weeks, I told him I thought we should go to my parent's cabin in Telluride. He readily agreed. He thought he was finally going to "get lucky" but he had NO idea.

  After arriving, and leaving our bags at the cabin, we excitedly drove to the resort, and spent the day working out our muscles on the black diamond terrain. We later ate a candlelight dinner in the resort's five-star restaurant before heading back to the cabin.

  Only then did we unpack. My bedroom has a king-sized bed, a full bathroom, a fireplace, and its own balcony with a Jacuzzi®. The entire wall by the balcony is covered with windows and, when the sun is up, you can see for miles through the mountains. At that moment, however, it was pitch black outside and the only thing to be seen was the occasional car light meandering across the valley below.

  I'd arranged for the kitchen and the wet bar to be fully stocked before we arrived, and had also requested the Jacuzzi be filled and warmed up.

  While Ben was hanging his clothes in the cedar-lined closet, I unlocked the nightstand drawer, and peeked inside. Yep, everything was right where I'd left it. I then stepped outside to turn on the Jacuzzi jets. It was freezing out there! Once back inside, I removed all my clothes, and was standing there completely naked by the crackling fire when Ben turned around. His eyes warmed and he started walking toward me. I held up my hand to stop him, and said, "Get some Cristal from the wet bar, and meet me in the Jacuzzi."

  I walked outside and the freezing air shocked my senses once again. I quickly tiptoed across the cold deck, and up the Jacuzzi steps. Because of the rolling hot water, I was forced to slowly lower my feet, legs, and then the rest of my body in.

  A few minutes later, Ben emerged from my bedroom door, holding a bottle and two glasses, and wearing the large white robe that I always kept hanging in my bathroom. He put the glasses and bottle down next to me, removed the robe, and tried to get into the Jacuzzi quickly. He, too, had to slow down and enter tepidly because of the heat. He was already sporting an erection, and was clearly embarrassed. Pussy...

  After he was in, he reached for the bottle. He popped the cork, and poured two glasses, handing me one. We "clinked" them together, and each took a sip. Ben sidled up next to me, and put his hand on my knee. I turned to look into his eyes but he was looking at my breasts, which were floating on the water.

  I said, "You like these?"

  He finally looked up at me, and mumbled, "Yes."

  "Yes, MA'AM," I corrected.

  He smiled, clearly thinking this was a game. He'd learn pretty quickly that this was NO game and that I was in charge...now and forever.

  I sat up a little more so my large, pink nipples would emerge from the bubbling hot water. I then turned slightly toward him so he could get an eyeful. He put his champagne glass down, and reach toward my right breast. Holding my own champagne glass with one hand, I quickly slapped his face hard with the other.

  Startled, he backed up a bit...but kept staring at my tits. The poor dear was clearly in a trance. I admit I encouraged him to drink more wine at dinner than I should have but that was all part of my plan.

  "Now, listen to me, and listen carefully," I said, through gritted teeth. "You are going to do exactly what I say from now on. Do you understand?"

  He glanced up at my eyes, and nodded, before dropping his face back to my tits, which were still bobbing and staring back at him.

  I pulled my body up, and sat on the side of the Jacuzzi so only my lower legs remained in the water. I spread my knees wide, right in front of him, and showed him my shaved pussy. My nipples were as tight as stones from the cold air hitting my heated skin.

  I said, "Well, you've been pressuring me, Ben. Do you like what you see?"

  Ben stammered a bit, and then tried to put his hand on my leg. I reached forward, and slapped him again. He gasped, and touched his cheek.

  "Do NOT touch me unless I order you to do so. Do you understand?"

  Still holding his cheek, he shook his head yes.

  I turned more toward him, moved closer, and put my leg on the side of the Jacuzzi, behind his head. My pussy was only inches from his face and the steam from my body was rising toward his nostrils. I spread my shaved lips apart, and said, "Take a good, long look, Ben..."

  I then put one finger in my cunt, and then a second, and a third.

  "Do you want to touch me now, Ben?"

  Still staring at my pussy, he whispered, "Yes."

  "Yes, MA'AM!" I retorted, slapping him a third time.

  He looked up at me again, a hurt expression on his face.

  "If you can't play the game the right way, you can't play at all. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

  "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered again.

  "That's better."

  I then took my champagne glass, separated my pussy lips with one hand, and slowly poured the cold bubbly over my clit with the other. Watching Ben staring at my shiny, wet clit was turning me on more than anything. I've always been an exhibitionist. I wanted to be fucked fast and hard right then but that wasn't part of my immediate plan. I had to stick to the plan to get exactly what I wanted in the end, no matter what.

  "You haven't had enough to drink, Ben. Lick that Cristal off my pussy. Don't miss a drop! But, keep your hands by your sides."

  He willingly dove in, pushing his face against my smooth cunt, lapping away like a happy dog.

  "Lick my clit fast with the tip of your tongue."

  He did.

  "Now, push your tongue inside me."

  He obeyed.

  At that moment, the timer of the Jacuzzi shut off. I didn't really notice at first until I realized the water was stilling and I could see Ben's hands underneath. He was playing with himself! That was NOT allowed under ANY cir
cumstances!!

  I grabbed him by his hair, and jerked his face away from my pussy. He looked up at me in surprise.

  "Did I give you permission to touch yourself, slave boy?!"

  He shook his head no.

  "Do not EVER touch your cock without permission! EVER!!! Got it? From this day forward, I am the ONLY person allowed to touch your cock. It is MINE! That includes in the shower. I am the only one who will clean your cock from now on. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

  He sheepishly shook his head again. He was starting to realize this wasn't a game at all. It was how life was going to be from now on.

  I got back into the Jacuzzi, turned around, placed my knees on the seat, and then leaned my body out over the edge. My ass was out of the water, and right next to his face, the steam billowing from my hot skin.

  "Worship my ass, slave boy," I ordered.

  Ben stood up in the Jacuzzi behind me, and started massaging my ample mounds. I spread my knees further apart, and said, "With your tongue, slut!"

  He stammered a bit. Clearly, he hadn't given a rim-job before. No problem. I wasn't going to give him any choice...about this or about anything else. I knew he would obey when I threatened him.

  "If you ever want to feel my pussy squeezing your cock, you will lick my ass RIGHT NOW!!!"

  He dove in, running his tongue around and in my ass. It felt delicious!!!

  "Now, fuck me with your fingers while you continue your worship."

  He obeyed and I could have let him keep doing that all night but, again, I had to stick with the plan.

  Withholding my own orgasm (I didn't want him to get any satisfaction at all yet, even on my behalf), I kicked him back with my foot, and turned around again.

  Displaying an exaggerated yawn, I stood, and said, "I'm tired of this. Let's go to bed."

  I stepped out of the tub and Ben followed me. He started to speak but I turned, and put my fingers to his lips.

  "Sssshhhh. You are not allowed to speak unless I give you permission."

  He shook his head again. He was starting to look like a puppet, which turned me on even more. The more docile and obedient, the better. Power turned me into a bitch in heat.

  I was standing there, and starting to shiver, when I realized there were no towels outside.

  "Where are the towels, Ben?!" I shrieked. "I AM FREEZING!! WHY DIDN'T YOU BRING TOWELS OUTSIDE?!"

  He grabbed his robe, and threw it over my shoulders before dashing inside to get some towels. Seconds later, he emerged, shaking as he tried to unfold them and wrap them around me all at the same time.

  I said, "Dry me, and do it quickly but gently. Start with my hair, and work your way down."

  He was shivering violently, standing naked and wet on the freezing balcony, but he used all the towels to dry me head to toe. I then walked to the door, leaving him behind, still naked and shivering. After I stepped inside, I took one of the damp towels and tossed it behind me onto the wet planks of wood. He knew that was for him.

  He followed me inside and I could hear his teeth chattering as he attempted to dry himself by the fire with the wet towel. I stepped to the bed, dropped all the towels and the robe on the floor, and laid on the down comforter, enjoying watching the spectacle before me. He was still shivering and shaking, but his cock was rock hard. Power welled up inside me. I could have orgasmed right there but that would have to wait.

  "Ben, why didn't you think to bring towels outside with you?" I asked. He turned toward me, and saw I was playing with my own nipple, rolling it through my fingertips.

  He cleared his throat, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

  "I'm sorry, MA'AM!" I yelled at him. I launched myself off the bed, and approached him quickly. He actually backed up closer to the fire, and put his hands in front of his face. It was so obvious that he was MINE right then. The ring may as well have already been wrapped around my finger! But, the plan had to continue because I was having WAY too much fun at that point!

  "Bend over, slave boy!" I screeched again.

  He looked like he was going to cry.

  "Bend OVER! You don't know what that means?! GRAB YOUR ANKLES, BOY!"

  He dropped the towel, bent over, and wrapped his hands around his ankles.

  So sexy. Mmmm MMMM!!! There is nothing finer in this world than a slave displaying their bare, spread ass for punishment by YOU!!!

  I stepped back to the bed, opened the nightstand drawer, and withdrew a small, black leather paddle.

  Walking back toward him, I said, "You understand this is for your own good, don't you? You won't truly be happy until I teach you the right way to behave in your new position."

  I didn't give him time to respond. I stood behind him, and reached out to stroke his ass cheeks, the flames flickering in the background. My hair was still dripping down my back. I placed the paddle on a nearby chair, and pulled my hair forward. I rung it like a rope, and squeezed it, holding it over Ben's ass. Cold water dripped between his ass cheeks. He gasped.

  I then reached for the paddle again and, bracing myself with my left hand on his lower back, I swung with my right. It landed square in the middle of his cheeks and he literally jumped on impact.

  I ordered him to stand up straight and I walked around him to get a good look at his cock. Yep. Still hard as a rock.

  I said, "No whipping is effective until the slave loses their erection. I won't stop hitting you until your cock is limp."

  He whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

  "Good boy."

  I walked back behind him, and ordered him to grab his ankles again. Then, I laid into him, slapping his ass over and over again, leaving bright red marks, my breasts heaving with the effort. The room was no longer chilly. It was HOT and I was sweating with the effort. My own juice was running down my left thigh.

  It took a good 10 minutes for that cock to shrink down to nothingness and only then did I let up on the whipping.

  Ben was crying like a baby but my plan wasn't finished yet. Not by a long shot!

  I laid the paddle on the chair again, took Ben's hand, and led him to the bed. Ordering him to lay on his stomach, I went to the bathroom, and emerged with some baby oil.

  He winced as I sat next to him, and poured the cool oil on his burning buttocks. He then relaxed as I gently massaged it in while whispering soothing words of love and affection, while reminding him this was for his own good.

  After a minute or two, my fingers started exploring past his buttocks, and in between his thighs. Ben instinctively spread his legs a bit to allow me access. I barely brushed the back of his balls and he started moaning aloud. He stopped, however, when I moved my hands up, from his balls, into his crack, and along his anus.

  He tensed and I had to slap his oily ass, and order him to relax. His ass relaxed but I could see his hands had a steel grasp on the sheets. He was still a virgin! Could this get any more fun?!

  He tried to protest the second I inserted a fingertip. I slapped his ass again, hard, to silence him. I pushed the rest of my finger in, and began to explore his prostate. He started moaning, and writhing back against me. That didn't take long. I'd have him all stretched out in no time.

  I broke away for a moment, and went to my trusty toy drawer, pulling out a small vibrator. After lubing it up, I inserted it into his ass, and turned the switch. It began to hum softly and Ben was pushing back against me, fucking the vibrator. Every sign he had given me all evening told me that I'd finally found my soul mate but, just in case, I knew how to cinch the deal by withholding orgasm, the ultimate tool for ensuring a slave's loyalty. But, I planned to take it a step further...

  Just as he was starting to get a firm rhythm, I turned off the vibrator, and removed it. He groaned in frustration. I leaned over, putting the vibrator on the nightstand, and ordered him to turn over on his back. Getting in my drawer again, I pulled out four black scarves. He didn't protest at all as I tied his wrists and ankles to the four bedposts.

  I settled myself between his leg
s, and said, "Watch me. Do not take your eyes off me."

  He nodded, licking his lips.

  I reached for the baby oil, and poured it generously on his stomach, thighs and balls. He started grinding his hips toward me. I massaged the oil into his belly first, up to the base of his cock, taking care to not touch the cock at all. I then massaged his thighs and balls, slipping my fingers down once again to play with his newly deflowered ass. He tried to spread his legs farther but he was in too much of a bind, so to speak. I massaged around and around, never once touching his cock, which was now straining toward the ceiling, the head purple and swelling, small drops of pre-cum dripping down. I looked up at Ben's face, and smiled angelically. His eyes were pleading.

  I whispered, "Tell me what you want me to do."

  "Touch me! PLEASE TOUCH MY PENIS NOW!"

  I smirked. "What will you give me to play with your cock?"

  "I'll give you anything. I swear. Please! I have to cum! Please let me cum in you, ma'am!"

  "Anything?"

  "Yes, anything!!"

  "How about a ring and a wedding date?"

  "Yes, anything! Yes, I will marry you, ma'am. I swear it!! Please fuck me!!!"

  He was sweating and shaking as my hands continued to swirl across his skin, always just missing the base of his cock. He continued to try to move his cock in the direction of my fingertips. He failed each time.

  I bent forward, staring at him, and my tits were just centimeters away. He strained to try to move his cock tip towards them, wanting anything to touch him at all." I moved away before he could.

  He groaned again, his eyes begging. My pussy was soaking the bed underneath us. I needed release soon.

  I crawled over him, making sure that no part of my body touched his suffering, lonely cock.

  I shimmied all the way up his body, dragging my wet pussy across his stomach, leaving a trail of my clear juice. I then put my knees on either side of his head, and settled myself on his face.

  "Lick my cunt, slave boy. Make me cum or I won't touch your cock until our wedding night!"

 

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