FEMDOM FIRSTS: How Dominant Women And Their Submissives Got Into The BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection by Nika Bella Dea
Authors: Nika Bella Dea
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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, w e 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
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, w e 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
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