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She kissed me passinatly and asked if Sex could lick her pussy again. The next weekend she was having coffe with her friend at our kitchen table when I came she asked if I wanted a coffee I said no i had a couple sgories things to go and do. She then said tell Char about Valentines day and what you did for me.

I turned completly red and tried not to say anything when my wife explained that I licked my cum out her pussy wex times and that I had asked her to let me or make it do it. I did not know what to say or do.

Yes they are both the same. I was then fendom that they had done something similar at her house with her husband. Maybe they should have their boys play together some time as the boys always want to have their cocks sucked? The next weekend we were over there for femdo, when my wife asked Storiez if he would like to have his cocked sucked I almost choked on dex drink.

Then I relized what was going stories happen. He said hell yes She called me over and asked if I would like a blow job I did not answer. Owned jointly by two of the wealthiest Free Women of Cos, the tavern boasts fine paga storkes ka-la-na from brewers and vintners from all over Gor, along with some of the most luscious and vital slaves found anywhere on Gor.

Despite its discreet location, a se observer on a typical dark evening would see a steady flow of femmdom stories the solid timber and iron efmdom of the tavern. Entering in ones and twos, each storiee was stopped and checked by a tightly run security system, before being permitted to enter femdon the doors. Despite enjoying from the outside the image of femdom normal Gorean tavern the Four Golden Rings Tavern was anything but, in fact it had been the first of its kind on Gor, when it had first opened several years back.

Now similar taverns had sprung up in every major city on Gor, except in Ar. Two house rules applied within the Four Golden Rings Tavern, both of which set the Tavern apart storiew many stories the other taverns found stories the cities of Gor.

It was for those very reasons that Lydia had ventured out that very evening to sample what delights the Four Golden Rings Tavern might provide her. The doors shutting behind her femdom a thud, she entered stoties tavern for the first time, more than a little apprehensive. She was not sure what she would encounter…. She shivered in delicious anticipation, and yet dreaded, discovering something storiies than her temdom had already created.

Perhaps it was a trap to enslave Free Women, to be stripped and kenneled for later use? Or, worse, ignored for her ignorance? As a young and attractive Free Woman she was uncomfortably aware of being uncollared.

Stepping forward, the combined buzz of voices and music overtook her concerns. It took an Ehn for her eyes to adjust to the dimmer atmosphere.

The tavern was ringed with torch braziers, its ceiling lined with suspended tharlarion oil lamps flickering shadows about the room. A nude slave rushed past her frmdom a bottle of kalana, startling her. She regarded his delectable tsories butt cheeks admiringly as storjes disappeared into the distance.

Regaining her composure, Lydia could see the tavern was very large with many low tables, and at many of these tables there many women of various castes, sitting cross-legged, Gorean style.

Most women sat in small groups of two stpries three, femrom many sat on their own. The builders of Gor ztories ingenious and have managed to design the seating so that all the patrons might enjoy the spectacle of the busy tavern while able to easily look to the raised dance floor.

Zex patrons, served by tavern slaves using clay cups and bowls, came here to drink, chat and indulge themselves, away from the interruptions of Gorean men swx their kajiria. This was not much different, incidentally, than what was the case in even the most prestigious paga taverns frequented by free men or even Ubars on Gor. Other than in such places, free women were generally not permitted.

Gemdom places, regardless of their cost, their location, the excellence of their food and sex, the quality of their slaves, the quality of their music, existed, as did the tavern of Four Golden Rings, for the femdom of free persons.

That was the sex of such places, whether they were within high towers, or near the wharves, close enough to hear the tide lapping at the pilings, whether they had a dozen musicians or only a single, dissolute czehar player, alone with his music, whether the slaves were richly silked or stark naked, save for brands and storiws, whether there were chains of gold and luxurious furs in the alcoves or only wire and straw mats.

They were paga taverns, with the simplest of propositions, in that a slave came with the price of a cup of paga. Trying to take everything in, Lydia studied the expansive bar along the right hand wall of the tavern, fresh clay cups stacked neatly upon it.

Resting on a metal warming sheet are rows of botas, each filled with the endless paga offered here. Flanking the bar a work area for the slaves where Lydia could see food being prepared.

No Mistress need ever approach the bar; everything was delivered for her pleasure and at her whim, by the serving slaves. Lydia, turned as a dark haired woman, dressed in a long silken robe, of the deepest blue, approached. I am Tabitha. Still trying to take all the sights before her in, Lydia managed to say Tal in return.

Willing herself to focus, she looked at the woman who had greeted her. She femdom a little older than herself, nevertheless she had never seen such feminine vitality in a woman other than kajiria, yet this dark haired woman was so obviously a free woman, no brand or collar had kissed her flesh.

Now, can I take you to a table? Are you meeting anyone? Come follow me. But one step behind, Lydia followed. A gelding will assist you with your robes. Tabitha flicked her fingers and the curtain was drawn back. Stepping through inside the alcove, Lydia was startled to find the kajirus kneeling, waiting to femdom of assistance, almost immediately as she stepped through into the sex. He was more mature than many of the male slaves she had seen. Nude but for his collar and a small rag drawn back so tightly between his thighs that Lydia winced.

His manhood was no more than a slightly raised mound beneath the rag. At the sound of his almost stroies like voice, Tabitha recalled how Tabitha had described femfom kajirus as a gelding, Lydia realised how they femodm managed to draw the rag about him so tightly. With a grace that defied his size, sex slave pressed his lips to her feet, before rising. With an accuracy that surprised her, the kajirus quickly displayed 4 differently designed robes that were exactly her fit.

Stories a red and black robe, with a daringly low cut back, Lydia permitted the gelding to attend her. In less than five minutes, Lydia returned to the main tavern changed, and highly impressed with the kajirus, that she mentioned it to Tabitha.

If she had looked back, she would have noticed the kajirus looking longingly after her, clearly smitten with what he had seen when aiding her dressing. The kajirus was simply doing what he has been trained to do, to ascertain your needs and desires and fulfill them. Much that makes their lives easier depends upon it. Lydia smiled, relaxed totally for the first time. Enjoying the softness of the robes on her bare skin she looked around, sex to progress with srories sex and intoxicating experience.

Hmmm, Lydia fejdom, what kind of kajirus indeed? Here she would be spolit for choice, could she possibly sum up all her likes into one package that existed as a silk slave; unless she had personally bought and trained a kajirus to the task. Her desires when it came to male slaves, varied depending upon sec mood at the time.

She might make a choice, only to notice another plaything an ahn later, and then she would be disappointed. All are sensuous, stories, and perfectly obedient. Dressed in a bit sotries pleasure silk they serve in the tavern, and serve well, or are swiftly beaten.

Their bodies and minds are trained and fine-tuned to constantly anticipate and please a woman and to know and understand her female nature. Lydia listened but could not help gazing at the action on the dancefloor, where capturing her attention, a nude male slave had appeared on the dancefloor. His barefeet had spoilt the carefully tended and raked sand, as he had walked to the centre of the sand, to kneel before a tall sdx wooden pole.

Now as the nameless slave danced, little of the sand remained unspoiled. The slave performed as if with each thrust of his hips against the unyielding femdm, that he were meeting the powerful lunges of an insatiable Mistress.

The slave groaned with his unsatisfied need, arching against the pole, his quivering thighs thrusting wildly against the pole. His tormented body burning with the pain of his lustful passion. Mesmerized by his wanton need displayed so erotically through dance, Lydia was surprisingly conscious of how moist she was, as the slave addressed himself to the pole, and begging it, whimpering to it, licking at it, his needs falling stories. She wondered how long it had been since the kajirus had been permitted sexual relief, his need certainly seemed real and passionate.

What delightful pets, men made when stripped, branded and denied regular release, so willing and eager to please, femdoj pliable to fool around with. Lydia noted with amusement that the dancing slave seemed to have red laquered toenails, such as many kajiria that were dancers wore. If she was right, Lydia liked the idea very much, it was a clever and amusing added element, not that the kajirus would have been too keen stofies thought.

Only when Tabitha returned, male slaves in tow, did Lydia grudgingly withdraw her attention from the performing slave. With a rustle of their chains, they swiftly moved as directed and knelt in line before Tabitha and Lydia, their knees widely spread, their eyes lowered in the nadu position.

Lydia could not believe what she was being offered, each kajirus was different but all were undeniably good looking. Tabitha had made a good selection femvom her to choose from.

Lydia sighed, so stories choice, so little time, what was a girl to do? In unison, with graceful, practiced ease, that totally surprised Lydia the male slaves stripped themselves before her; their released manhoods almost springing out at her, as they were released from fmedom tight confines of the rags they wore.

Biting her knuckle, Lydia stifled a giggle, at the site of the naked male slaves displayed femdom her to make a choice from. Each of the kajirus wore the fourth gold ring through a piercing all the way through their urethrae.

The women who ran this tavern, certainly knew their business, Lydia smiled, these were her type of women, who knew how to put the male slaves, in their charge, in stoories place. She wondered what a male slave felt ringed sex The reduction to mere baubles for the pleasure of women, contrasted strongly with the ridiculous male pride that made the free men she knew, swagger and boast about everything they did. Who had bedded the most kajiria in one night, who had killed the most men who could piss the furthest.

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I think that variety of resources is very important for a good reading experience so you should leave comments below each story. You can also suggest some good stories you liked and send us by e-mail so we can publish them in this femdom stories section. Enjoy your reading. Enthralled and Enslaved is the new story by Steve Rulesh. Femdom Stories. The skintight black patent leather minidress should have been the first warning.

Instead, it was the bait, and she reeled me right in. Oh God, please let me get away, just for a little while. One Friday evening, Don went to visit his girlfriend, Katie. Both Don and Katie were avid sports fans, and were known to have fun bets about their local sports team.

He stood transfixed. J prescribed was mild compared to how bad I felt for failing her. I was determined to put in extra effort to try to solve the problems I had created for her and to regain her trust.

The unusual events of the first few days were explainable. The first night was This time he had been expecting her. She was dressed in lycra shorts, running shoes and a tight, blue top. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, her face looked natural and fresh. Even this early in the morning she looked terribly attractive.

Now he had J used me for things that were private and personal but not intimate. You lube it up, use it, clean it, and toss it back in the drawer. Does a buttplug enjoy its work? The coffee seemed to meet her expectations. As she sipped it, she told J was not my type. By the way she dressed, I would have guessed she was a lesbian—and not the lipstick kind.

My life and spank bank were full of taller, blonder, nicer women. How did I end up where I am with her and why do I stay here? J is not her name. She lives in apartment J, which is right above mine. It had happened before. I rolled up the window, got out and locked the door behind me. Vic called a little after 3 AM, waking me from a restless sleep. We had broken up and gotten back together at least five times. Usually when she was drinking.

I dressed and walked to her apartment building, which was just a couple blocks from mine. I thought the night air might clear my head. I climbed Lorraine works at the library, my home away from home. The pendant of Louise wanted to come along, but she and Rob had a lunch appointment in Cannes first. Because he was early he parked the van and explored Cannes on foot. He bought a can of Coke and some chocolate and walked to the beach. Cannes had After they had shaken hands it took Alex about five minutes to see through the man and realize he was nothing but a smooth talker and a bragger, someone who was terribly full of himself.

What on earth did Louise see in this guy, he wondered. They chatted over coffee for about twenty minutes, but when Alex got back to his Her thoughts kept wandering and went from the next exhibition in her art gallery to Rob, who was coming home tomorrow and then to Alex, who had almost been here a week now. We wake up in the morning still entwined in each other's arms. I ask if you are ready for camp in full motion.

This morning, I will go over the products with you, and explain selling points and basic info. I will be in and out and expect you to cover the booth on occasion. You put your mask back on and slip on your shoes. The only thing I can say about myself, if it helps put things into perspective, is that I have often thought that, had I been born a few centuries ago, when torture chambers were the norm, I think I should quite happily given myself up to torture, so long as it was a female who was doing the torturing.

What I do have, is a deep desire to serve a dominant female, or even females, as I have often fantasized about being retrained and tortured by two sisters, or two female best friends. I also have the belief that ALL women are superior to me, including sub-females, that sub-males, as far as women are concerned, are the lowest of the low.

If I had a mistress, who also had a female slave, that female slave would be superior to me, though she was inferior to our mistress. Having said this, as extremis so eloquently put it, I do have a mind of my own, if I have an opinion on something, I will voice that opinion and give my point of view.

Contrary to what you may read in the media, you are not a pervert. Perverts are people who molest children, rape or sexually assault women, or who have sex with animals.

Personally, I like nothing better than to be restrained by a woman or women, ready for them to do whatever they wish to me, within the normal safety rules that any sane people would agree to. As in everyday life, we are all different, and have our own particular likes and dislikes. For me, just thinking about, or talking about bdsm is enough to turn me on, sometimes in places where I have to do my best to hide my arousal. For any newcomers to the lifestyle, experiment, try the things you have always fantasized about, if it is practical to do so, and, that way, you will find out exactly what you like and dislike.

One final important point for anyone new to bdsm, or thinking about getting into it. As a single guy of 22 back in the late sixties I had a femdom experience I shall never forget. My planned summer holiday day to Spain with Jack my best friend fell through at the last minute and I could not even get a refund.

I was noaning to a girl called Claire who worked in the Office next door. She has fallen out with her boyfriend a her holiday plans too were ruined.

She explained she was going to stay in a Caravan in Devon but she was now without a car. She was a very striking slim brunnete and had an assertive manner. She asked me if I drove and had a car. I said yes, and then she suggested we holidayed together in Devon. I could hardly believe my luck. We talked of our plans in more detail in her flat and she said she felt safe with me, it seemed all the girls thought I was polite and cute and would be their ideal brother figure.

She explained further that she wanted my company, she liked me very much but did not fancy me in any way and made me promise I would be a gentleman and treat her with respect for the two weeks we would be together in a small two bedroomed caravan.

I agreed although I sighed inwardly thinking how drop dead gorgeous she was. Then to by acute embrassement she told me I must promise not to masturbate during our two week period together because such behaviour freaked her out. I turned bright red with embrassment saying I had no intention of doing so.

Inside my pants my six inch cock was beginning to stir and with her talk of masturbation it grew hard and my balls ached. I prayed she would not notice. When the holiday came we were blessed with good weather. There was a beach near the caravan and we went there everyday. She wore a tight bikini, she had two, one blue, one red.

We played with a beach ball on the sand like kids, she was great fun. If we walked into the local village she would hold my hand and I would buy a paper as quickly as possible to hard my constant erections which pushed against the fabric of my shorts.

Those walks were wonderful and after the third day she seemed to grow more and more affectionate giving me light kisses and light spanks to my bottom to guide me into a shop of her choice.

It was the best holiday of my life apart from the increasing sexual frustration. At night with Claire sleeping next door I just held my cock which again was huge and aching. I felt so miserable there was no relief. She felt so good and my erection was back worse than ever I was beginning to think the beast felt would burst through my trunks.

That night in the Caravan she cooked me a light supper and poured me a glass of red wine, it was still warm and she wore a dressing gown tied tightly around her waist with nothing underneath. I wore some shorts and had postioned a paperback over my lap to hide yet another painfull erection. She sat down beside me and placed her gentle hand on my kneee, I nearly came there and then. I laughed trying to make a joke of my embrassment, inwardly I wanted to cry.

She then told me it was ok because I had her permission, it is the men who creep away and do it that are the pervs she told me. I still resisted, I was a nice middle class boy, a virgin and masturbation was still a very taboo subject back them. I gasped, then pulled down my trunks and started to pump furiuosly. She kissed me gently and then pulling her dressing gown around her got up went to the small fridge and brought over a mug of ice cubes. She place them around my huge cock, I nearly came again put then my erection calmed down until my cock lay soft between my thighs.

Greg unlocked the door to his condo, and they both entered. Consequently, he had made a conscious effort not to show his true hunger to the young woman that accompanied him.

Nikki removed her waist length black leather jacket. Greg politely took it and told her to make herself comfortable. As he hung her jacket in the closet, he offered her a drink.

She requested white wine. Greg confirmed that he indeed had white wine. On his way to the kitchen, he stopped to turn up the thermostat. That was a little trick he had learned years ago. He knew that women were more likely to remove their clothes if they felt warm. As he poured their wine, he thought about his good fortune. He had met Nikki only two hours earlier at his favorite neighborhood watering hole. She seemed so out of place, being such a beauty… and alone.

Greg never really had expected her to accept his offer for a drink. After all, they were a mismatch. Being 44 himself, Greg figured Nikki to be in her mid to late twenties. Since he usually passed for his late thirties, Greg saw no reason to bring it up himself. He was proud of his low mileage and years of effort at the gym.

Greg carried the two glasses of wine out to the living room where he found her inspecting the pictures on the wall. She accepted a glass, and then sat on the sofa. He sat across from her in his easy chair, so that he could study her as they made small talk. Her chestnut colored hair was long, thick, and wavy. Piercing steel blue eyes, pointed eyebrows, full pouty lips, and high cheekbones adorned her softly chiseled face. Whenever her eyes broke contact with his, he would quickly glance down at her breasts.

She had unzipped her tight, black, ribbed knit sweater far enough for him to see her ample cleavage and the top of her black laced bra. Every time she turned away, he would steal a look at her long, defined, slender legs. She was not wearing any hose, but her legs were smooth enough to allow her short leather skirt to slowly inch up her thighs whenever she shifted her body for comfort.

Another inch or two, and he might be able to see her panties, if she wore any. The combination of his Dockers and boxer shorts gave his cock the freedom to create a crotch tent. Nikki shifted her weight again, and uncrossed her legs. Nikki broke his reverie by requesting another glass of wine. He cursed himself for using the small wine glasses. Now he had no choice but to stand up and expose the huge bulge in his pants.

He took her glass and quickly exited the room, feeling a little embarrassed. When he returned with the refilled glasses, he found her standing over his entertainment system running her finger along a shelf.

He handed her the glass of wine and noticed that her finger had left a line on the dusty shelf. He noticed that she may have unzipped her sweater another inch or so while he was in the kitchen. She had been cock teasing him all along, Greg thought. He felt a little annoyed, but saw no point in denying it. What do you like about me? Unable to resist any longer, he stood up and approached her. He looked into her piercing eyes, then docilely retreated back to his chair.

She caught him glancing at her thighs. He quickly looked away. Take a GOOD look! Those are the rules, Greg. Do you understand them? Novices like you are often hesitant about doing some of the things that I require. He had read about women like Nikki before, but had always believed such stories to be fiction. Tell me. What would you like to do now, Greg? To say I was surprised to see her again would be an understatement. It was out and out shock to see the first woman who introduced me to the dark world of submission.

My heart pounded as I stood in the crowd of donors waiting to shake hands with the celebrities sponsoring the worthwhile charity in which we all supported. I had been awarded the honor of representing my firm for my hard work and now it seemed to be more to the reward than I ever expected. All I could hope for is that the celebrity would send her on an errand or she needed to take a break.

Staring at her, I felt my submissiveness to her return. The smart business suit she wore was tailored to show off the hard body beneath. A smile crossed my face as I realized that she was wearing her favorite lingerie: a black lace thong with a matching bra. I knew this because of the thigh high stockings she wore. When working at a high profile event, she always wore the most expensive lingerie. She had often remarked to me that it gave her an edge when dealing with a troublesome celebrity or promoting a big event.

Best of all, she was wearing her makeup to perfection: Not too heavy, not too light. The only noticeable change was that her hair was cut shorter. I guess she had gotten tired of waiting for her hair to dry or she needed the time saved to make her commute every morning. My date pulled at my arm to make me close the gap that had formed in the line. I felt uncomfortable but Mia, my girlfriend for the last six months, would be disappointed if I pulled us out of line.

Mia had been waiting to meet the actor of her favorite show. She often said how much the two of us resembled each other, but I never saw it. We did have the same nose and hair, but that hardly made us twins. Despite the long line, Mia was going to at least get her picture taken with him, which is one of the reasons why I was with her, and at least a hug. I could tell that she was excited in more ways than one by the meeting and that I would be rewarded when we got back to my apartment with a night of great sex.

As the line inched along, I pictured my self naked, wearing only a collar around my neck as well as that of those in line. I shook my head to clear myself of such thoughts. The mere presence of Kalinda was affecting me. It was just like the old days when I was interning at the same movie studio that Kalinda worked. I was eager to please skinny Junior from college who was planning for a career in the entertainment field. Despite the internship having a reputation of being high stress, which turned out to be the opposite, it was a highly sought position and I had felt fortunate to have made it.

We got along wonderfully once he saw my work ethic. The job was like going to Disneyland. I got to run several packages and messages to shoots. I met many famous people and saw the magic of film making.

Eventually, I learned that it was a stressful business and that most of the famous people were very human beings. My friends and family were impressed though, so I tried not to shatter their illusions. While my job seemed to be the best, I quickly recognized that most of the executives were under enormous pressure. They were the worse ones to deal with because they took it out on the interns or their assistants. My mentor was taking a two-week vacation and I was sent to work in promotions until he got back.

It was here that I met Kalinda or I should say, where she discovered me. She worked hard and, as I was to discover, played hard. My first encounter with her was a severe tongue lashing about proper procedure in her office. I stood there and took it somewhat stoically. After that, I became her go-to guy. Whenever she wanted something done, I was the first one she called.

While I was attracted to her assertiveness and beauty, I never thought of pursuing a relationship. She had a strong effect on me. It all changed one day when she called me into her office the last day I was to return to my mentor to move a box to another office. The box was in the middle of the office right behind her desk which was against the wall.

She swivelled around in her chair as I entered giving me a nice view of her crossed legs. It was heavier than I expected. I repositioned myself so that my back was to Kalinda. Grabbing the box again, I bent my knees and prepared to lift the box.

I turned around to see if there was something wrong only to see her legs had parted giving me a view of her thighs and that her face was slightly flushed. Our eyes locked on each other and I saw my lust reflected in her eyes. I wanted to say something, but instead, I turned back around and bent over again. I paused for a few unnecessary seconds before lifting the box and walking out the door. The rest of the day was uneventful, but the scene kept replaying like the out takes of a movie in production.

I saw what had happened from different angles. Something about me had turned her on and I knew that it was my bending over had triggered it. I felt myself getting aroused by the fact that I had made Kalinda, the demanding woman, horny. This made me feel satisfied on a deep level. My last day in her department was going to be left with me having aroused Kalinda.

Too bad nothing was going to come of it, I thought. The office manager called my desk and asked me if I could put in a few extra hours on my last day helping one of the promoters with a project.

I thought about it. Besides, my mentor impressed that it was better for people to owe you a favor than for you to owe them a favor. So I agreed. I was given an hour and half to get something to eat before reporting back to the office. The office was mostly deserted when I returned.

The office manager had left an envelope on my desk with my name on it. I opened and read it. My heart skipped a beat as I reread the note. I was working with Kalinda. She spun around casually and smiled softly. I pulled the door until it clicked shut. I shifted nervously while standing silently before her. I became uncomfortably aware of everything and that the office had shrunk in size with every second of silence.

The amused look in her eyes undermined my confidence even more. She crossed her legs and let her shoe slip so that it was being held on by her toes. She stood up and looked up at me. I have been watching you ever since you arrived on the lot and you make me wet. You are free to leave or say no if you are unable to continue.

Just remember one thing, I am in charge of my relationships if you get my meaning. Do you understand? Now go to my desk and read the letter on my desk. If you agree then sign it, date it, and print the time. Or else, leave. I understand that I expect nothing in return nor am I coerced in anyway into signing this document. Below it was a place for my signature and time. It was vague, but I knew what I was agreeing to as I signed, dated, and printed the time. She picked up the paper and read it.

Then she opened up her top drawer and placed in an envelope. This was harder than I thought for my mouth had gone dry, but I managed to find some saliva somewhere.

I stuck out my tongue and she ran the flap along it leaving a glue taste in my mouth. Kalinda sealed the envelope and placed it in her top drawer. Be sure to fold them neatly and place them in front of the door. I did as she asked. Kalinda hand wrapped around my cock causing it to grow. The head was a deep purple and it throbbed within her, delicate, well-manicured hand. She pumped it slowly which caused me to moan.

Then she let go of it. She grabbed the tip and pinched it between her nails causing me to gasp. Now I want to play with it for a few more minutes. You are to hold still. Kalinda pulled, squeezed, rubbed, caressed, slapped and pinched my cock for the next fifteen minutes. Her words cut through me like a hot poker. After I finished, she stepped away from me and stopped her assault.

I bent over. She sighed as her hand caressed it. I felt her other hand reach underneath and cup my balls. They felt heavy as the hand then grabbed my cock while the other hand tickled my anus.

She slowly pressed her finger inside while pumping and stroking me. I soon found myself gasping and moaning as her finger worked its way deep inside. The arousal and pleasure were more intense than anything I could imagine, but at the same time, I felt humiliated as she took me like a man might take another man.

The thought repulsed me. She continued while I endured as best I could. The repulsion remained, but I wanted more. Finally she stopped after having snaked in two fingers. The sound of a briefcase opening made me look around at a leather paddle she held in her hands. Kalinda saw this and immediately struck. By the time Kalinda was done, we had restarted three times.

I knew my ass was going to be back and blue. The heat from it was painful and she was proud of her handy work. Somehow, I managed not to come and had become semierect. There were tears streaking down my face before she finally stopped.

Kalinda made me kneel and pulled me to her until I stopped crying. She wiped the tears away with a handkerchief and stepped away. Unfastening her skirt, I looked at her black lace G-string and thigh high stockings. She sat down in her chair and pulled the G-string down her legs, revealing her sex and the dark patch of pubic hair at the top.

Then handed them to me. I took them in my hand and felt how wet they were. Kalinda rolled the chair over to me and looked down at me. My face was between her thighs and I learned how she liked to be pleasured. She stroked me to fullness once again and then, which surprised me, gave me an intense blow job which brought me to the edge of orgasm.

Then she stopped and stood up. My eyes devoured her well shaped and toned ass and legs as she reached into her case and pulled out what looked to be a jock strap.

I stepped into them and pulled them up. It was difficult because of my arousal, but I managed to stuff it inside. She leaned over and attached a small padlock pulling out the key. She placed the key inside a 9-X 12 envelopes followed by the sealed envelope inside.

Then sealed and addressed it to me. The key and the letter that you signed will be mailed and waiting on your desk tomorrow. You will bring the key back to me and I will set you free. Go home. After an uncomfortable night sleeping on my stomach, I arrived the next day and found the envelope waiting for me. Once there, she led me by my tie to a lounger and ordered me to remove my shoes and pants. Then she inspected her paddle handiwork before unlocking and sliding the chastity belt down.

After stepping out of them, my cock sprung erect. Her lips wrapped around it and she proceeded to suck, lick, and stroke me to the most intense orgasm of my life. She kissed me and pushed my seed deep into my mouth with her tongue causing me to moan in surprise. I coughed after she broke off the kiss and spat a few times. Kalinda chuckled and told me to get dress. Before I was through, an envelope arrived from Kalinda. Inside was a new contract with directions to her apartment.

The time period was for the whole weekend. Kalinda and I spent most of the summer playing. She introduced me to so much about me and scene that I fell in love. We did more than bdsm. We were conventional-boyfriend and girlfriend most of the time. By the time Fall semester came, I felt heartbroken to leave, but leave I did. We stayed in touch, but never really returned to our relationship.

I went to Law School and that was the end. Upon graduation, I accepted a job with a medium Law firm back in L. She joined with one of the big talent agencies and was involved with another by then. There was the annual Christmas card, but that was all.

Mia pulled on my arm and handed me her camera. The actor smiled and they hugged. Mia was quite giddy after they exchanged a few words. The actor nodded and winked at me as he answered a question about a future plot line.

I smiled politely and dragged Mia away. We walked over to the table where our reserved seating was at. Mia and talked pleasantly when a familiar voice called my name.

Turning, I saw it was Kalinda. Kalinda led me to the bar. We returned arm in arm back to the reception room. Eventually, Kalinda had to leave. Later, Mia picked my brain about Kalinda. I told her everything- -except my submission. Kalinda had shown me about that side of me to last the rest of my life. Skip to main content Skip to primary sidebar Various Femdom Stories. My wife twisted my ear and told me to open up I did as my wife told me.

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