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

by Nika Bella Dea

  She grabbed onto a lipstick that was on the counter, and circled my nipples with it, while running a line down my chest to my beltline. She took my belt off, and then wrapped it around my neck, pulling it so that I had to follow her to the bed. Julia sat down on the bed with me standing in front of her and she pulled my pants and underwear down in one motion. When she saw my cock, she gave it a hard swat over the head.

  "Oh geez, ouch!"

  "Aww, did I hurt the little guy? Let me kiss it, and make it better." Her lips descended over the top of the head and she deep throated me for the first time in our marriage. Then, she dragged her teeth across the surface of the shaft, causing me to moan, and throw my head back in pain. "Didn't you like that? Well, then you certainly won't like this." Before I had a chance to react, she grabbed my balls in her hand, and squeezed them.

  "Ahhhhhhh." I screamed and tears began to fall from my eyes. My legs buckled and I fell on my knees in front of her.

  "Now, that is exactly the position that I want you in." She pulled her red panties to the side and I could see how soaked and excited she was...until she grabbed me by the hair, and pushed my face into her pussy. "Eat it, and do a good job or I won't let you cum at all."

  Using my tongue, I began to lick down her slit until I found her wet opening waiting for me. Then, I applied pressure and started to tongue fuck my wife. "Yes, just like that, a little faster, now add a finger .... a little more ... yesssssssss." Her legs wrapped around my head, and held me in place while her juices flowed freely into my mouth. Those feminine hands were wrapped around my hair and she was pulling and screaming, while beating her heels on my back, until she laid back, completely satiated and spent, with nothing left to give. I swallowed every single drop that came out of her.

  Getting up onto her elbows, she said "Stand up, and jerk that thing for me." Not one to deny her anything, I stood up, and began to get myself off, while looking at her on that bed. I knew for certain that it wasn't going to be long before I shot my load.

  When I was almost there, I leaned in towards her but she put her hand on my chest to push me back, and said "I want to see you cum in your hand." I took her direction, and aimed my cock head at my hand. Then I watched the head swell and the moment of truth was upon us. "Oh, uh, cummmmming." I shot my hand full of cum and it was dripping onto the carpet.

  "Lick it up or you will never get between my legs again." Not liking the sound of that, I bent my head, and stuck out my tongue until I was lapping it up like a dog. I didn't stop until it was completely gone. It was the first time that I've ever tasted myself in this manner and I sort of liked it. I think she knew that because she smiled and told me that would not be the last time I would consume my own hot cum for her pleasure. I would do anything to make her happy and she knew it.

  The Professor

  by Tiffany

  Let me tell you a thing or two about my boyfriend. He's gorgeous, intelligent, and very, very smooth. He's a professor and there's nothing that turns me on more than seeing him in his blazer and glasses, all ready for a day of educating young minds. Simon always managed to turn me on by going all professorial, and trying to be in control of things in our bedroom like he was in his classroom. But, I had an idea for something that I thought might be even better for the both of us. After all, there had to be a time that he wanted to not be in control of things, right?

  So, I brought it up.

  I asked him if he might be interested in being helpless, and at my mercy for a change, just to try and see how we both felt about it. The way he looked at me when I asked him certainly seemed to be the answer and I grinned at the prospect.

  As good as Simon looked in his blazers and glasses and smartly creased trousers, it turned out that he looked even better in nothing at all, tied spread-eagled to our bed. His hair was mussed and his cock was at attention but, thanks to the chastity device that I had put on his cock, he wouldn't be able to come until I allowed it. Knowing that I held that much power over him was enough to make me soaking wet.

  And, Simon wasn't the only one wearing something that was different from the usual. I had gotten myself a little something for the occasion as well. I was decked out in a leather bra and thong, with a strap-on harnessed around my waist. I was barefoot but I thought I still looked pretty damned hot. Judging from the look Simon was giving me as I stood next to the bed, he was in agreement.

  "Tiffany," he breathed, and I gave him a look, waggling a finger in his face.

  "I'm no longer Tiffany to you," I said, reminding him of what we had agreed on.

  "Mistress," he said, his eyes darkening. "You look amazing, Mistress."

  I grinned at him. "I know," I said in response. "You look very good like this, too. Almost edible."

  He moaned, and arched up but he wasn't going far since the leather cuffs and ropes bound him to the bed. I had plans for him, delicious plans that I knew we both were going to enjoy. There was a vibrator in my pussy, switched off for the time being so that, while I was getting him off, I could get myself off. I thought that I might even get myself off first since I was in control of the moment.

  But, first I wanted to tease him, to see how far I could push him before he begged. I needed to know how far I could take this so that I could push those limits in the future. When we had talked about how we were going to do this, he'd told me that pain was something he was into. With that in mind, I had made another purchase.

  "Do you know what this is?" I asked, holding up the slim riding crop, before snapping it against the palm of my other hand. The leather tip stung when it hit my skin so I could only imagine what it would feel like for Simon.

  I could see him swallow hard as he nodded.

  "Well?" I urged him. "Speak up. Tell me what it is."

  "It's a riding crop, Mistress."

  "Exactly. Good boy." Without further conversation, I raised the crop, and then brought it down on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The noise that Simon made was exquisite and I did it again, and then once more just to hear those high cries coming from my usually fairly stoic boyfriend. I raised the crop again and again, hitting everything from the soles of his feet to his nipples, relishing how it made him arch and cry out, as well as the way it made his cock jump. The rings held it in place and I slid the leather of the crop up the line of hard flesh.

  Deciding that it was time for the real thing, I lubed up the dildo attached to my harness, and switched on the vibrator in my pussy. It felt quite good and I took a moment to savor the feeling before I began opening up Simon. The dildo was bigger than his cock and I knew he had only had smaller things in his ass before so I didn't want to hurt him.

  I waited until I could get three fingers comfortably in his asshole (and he was moaning and swearing and begging me to fuck him), and then pushed the head of the dildo against the stretched hole.

  "Ohhhh, yes," he moaned, trying to push himself down onto the toy as it slid deeper inside of him. "Please, Mistress! Please!"

  I gently pushed all the way inside of him, holding still as he breathed through the penetration. The vibrator inside of me was doing its job, and doing it well, and I moaned, and had to move. My hips pushed forward, and then rolled back, dragging the toy in and out of Simon's ass while I loomed above him.

  He made the most amazing sounds, whimpering and whining and, with one hand, I reached down and freed his cock, chuckling breathlessly as it slapped against his stomach, and leaked precum.

  I angled my hips so that my thrusts found his prostate and Simon screamed. "Please, please may I come? Please, Mistress?!"

  Hearing him beg like that was more than I could handle and I slammed into him once more as I shook, and cried out at my own orgasm. It usually took more than that to get me off but the sight below me was so damned arousing that it hadn't taken long at all.

  "Come on, then," I told him, reaching between us to stroke his cock.

  He didn't need telling twice.

  The Contract

  by Jacky
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  My husband and I had always enjoyed regular sex. Every once in awhile, he would talk dirty...or I would. Maybe a gentle smack or two across the ass. That was about the extent of it.

  One weekend, when we were lying in bed watching TV, he clicked mute on the remote, and turned to me, saying, "I need to ask you about something."

  I looked in his eyes, concerned. I know this might sound funny, given that I'm writing this story for this book as a Dom, but I'm a very care-giving individual. When someone is in need, I'm usually the first person to jump in to help them. Lots of people don't want to make it their business when something bad happens but I can't help myself. I do. If I see an accident, I'm right there, jumping out of my car, getting blood on my hands if needed, trying to help while other cars pass by, the motorists pretending not to see. You know the kind of people I'm talking about.

  While I am very protective of humans and animals, too, in general, I am ferociously protective of my family members, especially my husband. He is a kind, gentle soul. If I wasn't around, the world would trample him. Don't get me wrong. He can be a bear when needed, especially where our children are concerned. But, he wasn't raised to be a fighter. And, I like him that way. I was previously married to a jerk, someone who thought more of himself than anybody else. The nice guys are the best. You dominant girls know what I'm talking about.

  Needless to say, when my husband is upset about something, I will move Heaven and Earth to make him happy, no matter what that takes.

  So, when Sam interrupted his favorite series saying he wanted to talk to me, I knew he meant business. He said, "I've been doing some reading. You know how I do most of the housework anyway, and I do the yard, and I cook your meals, and clean the dishes, and I brush your hair, and rub your feet..."

  You're probably thinking I'm some sort of bitch by now but, let me tell you, those things make Sam happy. I work very hard at my job and I make a lot of money. Sure, Sam works, too, but he much prefers to pitter patter around the house, doing whatever he can to make me smile.

  He continued, "Well, I already serve you day and night and I was thinking we should make it official. I want to agree to be your slave and I want you to be my Mistress. If I do something wrong, you will need to punish me..."

  I was looking into his eyes and he was very sincere. He also had that look on his face. You know the one I mean. When guys are getting horny their eyelids fall down just a bit, they lick their lips because their mouth has gone dry. They glance down at your breasts every few seconds.

  I understood this was not only a domestic issue for Sam, but a sexual one as well. I admit I had occasionally smacked him on the ass during a really raucous lovemaking session and he would always cry out when I did that. I also admit that turned me on. He never asked me to stop so I knew he liked it, too.

  My imagination started running a mile a minute and I'm pretty sure my eyelids drooped and my mouth got dry right then, too. Sam noticed my change in demeanor and we both seemed to know at the same time that our relationship was about to change into something incredibly exciting, titillating, and downright fun!

  He said, "So, I was thinking we might need a contract. You write down all the things you want me to do for you each day, and also make a list of appropriate punishments."

  This was getting better by the minute!

  He added, "I was hoping you'd react this way." Remember, I hadn't said anything yet. He could feel the heat coming from my body, and could read the lust in my eyes.

  "I ordered a book for you last week, and it arrived yesterday. Would you mind reading it?"

  He pulled out a femdom how-to book he'd been hiding in the nightstand. I, of course, agreed to look at the book but I was far too sexually aroused to read at that moment. I ordered him to turn off the TV, and to get naked. Not sure how to begin, I remembered how excited I had gotten the few times I'd smacked his ass. Now that he was literally asking for it, I had no problem transforming into punishing dominatrix mode.

  Pulling my black nightgown over my head, I said, "I can read the book later but I think we should start your punishments now. We have years and years to catch up on. Remember those dirty dishes you left in the sink last night?"

  Sam stood up, and dropped his shorts very quickly, a huge smile on his face. He stood before me, his erection straining upward.

  I wondered what instrument I could use. The idea popped into my head pretty quickly. Right there, on the nightstand, was my hairbrush from when Sam was performing our nightly ritual just moments before.

  I said, "Get on your hands and knees."

  Ever since that day a few years ago, our relationship has progressed from happy-couple to insanely sexual, incredibly-deeply-in-love couple. Seriously. People we know comment about our special relationship, saying they wish they had what we do. If they only knew!!

  Over time, we escalated our escapades from simple spankings to whippings to anal play (Sam loves to be "raped" by me), and more. We have even visited a BDSM club, practiced exhibitionism, and joined some social clubs for ideas and support, and we have two chests filled with sex toys and items for punishment. Oh, I also emotionally "cuckhold" him. I don't have sex with other guys (I admit STDs are a concern) but I do flirt, and flash my tits at them when the opportunity arises. Sam seems to get off on jealousy and I will do anything to get him off. He enjoys my flirting more than I do!

  Needless to say, our house is always spotless now but I can always, always think of something Sam has done wrong to deserve a good, hard punishment and fuck session. Sometimes he gets cheeky just to set me off. The way we now react to each other is a well-oiled sexual process of expressing needs, unspoken and spoken, and fulfilling those needs with whatever the other desires.

  I recommend this lifestyle to all couples. You will not be disappointed.

  Vegas Bound

  by Fran

  I was trapped in a loveless marriage, and had barely been out of my own hometown. My husband, Pete, had to go away to Las Vegas on business, and decided to make this a second honeymoon to try and bring the spark back in our relationship. In the city of Sin, we changed our relationship.

  Tracing my tongue down over the bellboy's six-pack abs, I felt him shudder as I got closer to the beltline of his pants. Taking that belt off, I bent him over the bed, and whipped his ass, hearing the crack of the leather hitting the fabric of his pants again and again. Once I got bored with that, I turned him back around, and got down on my knees in front of him.

  Vegas was supposed to be a time for me and my husband, Pete, to explore but I found a whole new way to explore...and my husband would be back any minute to find the new me.

  Using my teeth, I pulled down his zipper, and undid his pants, pulling them and his underwear down at the same time. His hard 8-inch cock almost slapped me in the face. I grabbed it in my hand, and immediately devoured it before his very eyes. It felt so delicious and tasty on the edge of my tongue. I just had to find out if I could take it all in one swallow. Placing my head over his crotch, I took a deep breath, and drove myself down.

  In a short time, I found my lips pressed up against his stomach. His cock head was in the tightness of my throat. He couldn't keep still as he thrust against my lips.

  Using his hands to caress my hair, he suddenly wrapped his fingers around my locks, and held me in place as he fucked my face with abandon. Saliva was dripping out of my mouth and all over the shaft of his cock. He continued to have his way with my mouth.

  "What a tight mouth!" He hissed. "Fuck, that is so good! Fuck, I'm going to..." He was getting close.

  I wasn't nearly done with him yet and there was no way I was going to allow this to end so quickly. Pulling down on the skin under his balls, I suppressed the flow, not letting him find his sweet release.

  "I don't think so," I said. "Not until you lick my pussy first."

  His head fell down to look at me. "I'm not very good at that."

  "No problem, I'll teach you everything you need to know." He smirked a littl
e as his cock throbbed in the air.

  I pulled off my dress, and let it fall to the floor at my feet. My bra came off next, and then my panties came down over my legs, showing him the heat and passion that was dripping out of me.

  Putting my hands on the top of his shoulders, he got the idea pretty quickly. He went to his knees before me. Spreading my legs over his head, he looked up at me, and began to lick me. "Okay, just use the tip of your tongue to play with the pussy lips, and then slide it up through my slit, and just suck lightly on my exposed clit."

  That kid took direction very well. He was soon driving his tongue in and out of me with the expertise of someone much older than he was. This little lesson would benefit any woman that he came across after me. For now, he was my little plaything and I had a lot more left to teach him before I was finished.

  I twisted my hands in his hair, and grinded my sex all over his mouth. I was well on my way to climax.

  The door slammed shut and my husband, Pete, said, "What the fuck are you doing, Fran? I thought we agreed that it was going to be a woman in Vegas."

  "Oh, that was what you agreed to," I said breathlessly. "Oh my gosh! Don't fucking stop!!" I closed my eyes for second, and then snapped them open again. "Honey, if you want this marriage to work, then things are going to have to change. You're going to have to get used to seeing me with other men. Yes, suck it hard! Just like that. I've seen that cuckolding site you look at and I'm intrigued. Take off your clothes, and have a seat over there."

  At first it looked like he wouldn't do it but then he slowly dropped his clothes on the floor, and sat on the chair across from us. His cock was in his hand, and growing hard.

  "Watch as I use this kid for my own pleasure," I gripped his head harder. "And, maybe I will allow you to fuck me after he leaves. Yes, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" My orgasm hit me. I shook violently and my knees got weak.