DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

She said I could come over at 1:00 pm. She ended with "I wear no
fetish garments and there is no sex."

Well now, my interest was really whetted. I knocked at 1:00pm on
the dot. An attractive lady of about twenty-seven greeted me
with a friendly warm smile.

"Sit down. Tell me why you seek a woman to spank you."

"I am an experienced submissive. Playing slave to a demanding
lady is my thing I serve Mistress Elizabeth on a regular basis
and others from time to time. There is no real sex, intercourse
that is, but it is certainly a sexual thrill for both of us. The
routine varies, so I never know what is coming next. I cannot
take really brutal whippings. She knows about what I can take.
She ties me now. There are always copious tears, but seldom my
'safe word'. Then its other games, humiliation, exhibition, body
worship, etcetera."

"Why does she tie you?"

"It adds so much. It brings the tingly goose bumps."

"Now, your turn," she offered.

"Connie, do you really love to spank a man?"

"Oh yes, Yes indeed. I just love it."

"What would you spank me with?"

She jumped up. "I'll show you." She returned with a ping pong
paddle, a cock whip, and a cut off leather belt. "I also use my
bare hands and my fingers. I like to pinch." Her eyes fairly
twinkled.

"Can you play the haughty demanding Mistress bit?"

"I have never played Mistress and slave, so far I've just been
spanking. But I think I could play a demanding Goddess role with
just a little coaching."

"How long have you been into spanking, Connie?"

"Only a couple of months. I learned my sister spanks her boy
friend, Kermit. One Saturday night after dinner she said:-

'And now for desert, just for you Kermit, I have invited Connie
to watch our game tonight.'

'Wonderful.'

'Strip, strut!' she ordered.

He pranced, wonderfully naked now. It bobbed, up down and all
around.

'Present yourself.'

He stood directly before her, cupping 'them' as if presenting a
jewelled treasure. In awe I watched. With a one-eighth inch-
thick rope she so quickly bound 'them'. They jutted in a 'bob'.
She wrapped 'it' tightly at the base, perhaps four turns,
leaving about thirty inches dangling.

'Dance and beg!' She barked. I was shocked. But what a
delightful display, 'it' grew so marvelously and so quickly. He
beseeched 'use me well dear Goddess Janice.' Agog, I stared
mesmerized."

"Some sexual excitement too, I suppose."

"Well, well yes. I had never seen a naked man used this way. It
was not just a spanking. Barely four feet away, my eyes riveted
on his roped package, she worked him. This man that I knew so
well, in such positions, and Sister at him with ardor and
expertise.

My soul came alive. Her left hand grasped, squeezed, and yanked
as the other flailed. I was invited to take a turn at him.
Kneeling low, ass high, he was a most inviting target. I
hesitated, then whopped those lovely inviting ass cheeks. Then
lower thighs. For the life of me I cannot explain it, my
adrenalin surged.

'Use both hands,' Sister exhorted.

Again I hesitated! I touched lightly then I grasped 'them',
squeezed 'them', then gripping 'it' firmly, I pulled him close.
His eyes betrayed extreme excitement. I kissed him lightly. The
whip fell. We embraced, kissing passionately. I savored every
moment.

Later we discussed it. He said my watching added so much, and
that my participation sent him soaring. I stammered, 'I don't
understand it' but I loved it all. And the kissing, Yes the
kissing.

'Connie, you to ought to try the other side - the submissive
bit.'

I made no comment, but gave him my best smile. He gave me a book
to read."

Her evident joy in participating in the scene with Kermit, and
the vivid descriptions started my arousal. I tried to remain
calm saying, "The 'street clothes' hooked me. Why?"

"I did not want to be thought a prostitute. I have no fetish
costumes."

"How long have you been spanking?"

"A couple of months. I have had many men call and two women. I
have had much conversation. There were two no shows. You are my
third."

"Did you offer yourself as a submissive with Joy and Kermit?"

"Yes, we did a night of it. It was good too, but I love the
power, and besides that is another story. What about it, are you
ready?"

"Yes Connie, I am ready."

"Let me hear the oath you take with Mistress Elizabeth."

I Knelt...

"Connie, Goddess of my dreams, I promise to abjectly obey. I am
your abject total slave until you end this session. So help me
God! Amen!"

"I like that."

"Now I am morphed into your helpless slave. I have pledged my
sacred honor to obey. I tingle with anticipation.. The whip I
dread, but I love the fantasy of a slow painful erotic whipping
by a gleeful demanding lady."

"Um, what? What's that?"

I could tell she was excited.

"Kneel! Sit! Kiss my bare toes. Suck my left big toe. Light my
cigarette." She barked orders.

I complied quickly, down to the last detail with 'dedicated-
slave' ardor.

She sat down motioning me to stand in front. "Um, yes. You, my
gift-horse slave, are to be inspected, tested. And used as I saw
Sister demonstrate. Take off all your clothes."

Buck naked, and this mesmerizing creature staring at my
enlarging cock, I felt the surging pleasures of the true
submissive, as the 'good session' begins.

"Face away hands clasping neck."

I felt finger tips below, then lower, then the full hand clasped
'both of them' hard, then twisted.

"Now fingers to floor, straighten the knees."

The hand was not removed, I struggled to comply. It seemed 'they
both' might come loose in her hand. She was indeed learning
fast. Pain, humiliation, but what a wonderful sensation.

"Now face me" She knelt, staring, eyes only inches away from
'it'. She thumped 'it' hard. She giggled, slapping 'it' with the
back of her hand. Finger-nails dug in.

I winced.

"Be still slave."

Then slowly, ever so slowly she extracted three curly red hairs
from 'it's root.' Again the gleeful girlish giggle.

A cascade of blows befell my upthrust ass. Hair brush, paddle
and belt each seared my backside. Tears flowed, I was balling.

"Get up cry baby. Now, slave, I want to get into your head. Pour
out your soul. Your inner thoughts just now. Your special yens.
Describe the past good sessions you still savor. I have been
around the block but I am rather lacking in bdsm techniques. I
want a crash course. Be not modest, use the nitty-gritty earthy
words of uninhibited lovers."

For a full hour I complied. I thought the session about over.

"Brendan, dear slave, have you ever heard of 'Venus In Furs'"

"Sure, it's the bible - the modern genesis of this game."

"Kermit gave it to me after my first eye-witness scene with
Sister. Remember, in 'Venus' Wanda took her man to Italy, where
slavery was still legal. And there he consented to become her
legal slave. Then she whipped and humiliated him with satanical
vengeance. Didn't you just love it."

"Yes, it was pretty extreme. But I loved it all."

"And Brendan, you just pledged yourself my abject slave until I
ended the session, did you not?"

"Indeed I did, and I have loved every minute of it."

"And dear Brendan, slave, this session is not over. You will
stay with me. I need practice. Later we shall perform for Sister
and Kermit. And I yearn to display you in front of a few
others."

After one week she ended the session.

This was the beginning of a very long friendship that continues
as I write.

Brendan E