Femdom Fantasies

by Shallara (c) 2009
In tribute to Lady Julia
(continued from part four)

Ariella gently and rhythmically massaged Tim’s shoulders. She let the haunting melody of Enya’s Orinocco Flow relax him further as she momentarily lost herself in her own thoughts. It had all started with a visit to her doctor; he had been unsympathetic and arrogant. She had walked out of his rooms feeling depressed and humiliated. To be told so bluntly that there was nothing wrong with her because the blood tests had all come back fine was just so dismissive!

Thank goodness she had gone to see another more empathetic doctor. She was kind, attentive and totally absorbed in the consultation. Ariella came away from that appointment glowing with a new confidence. “Your body, your spirituality and your mind – they all have to work in harmony!” she had been told. If any element was out of kilter, she had been told, that could throw the whole system of course. And so it was. The treatment that was prescribed, she thought, was so progressive: “Meditate, Ariella. Or better, start practicing self -hypnosis! And while doing that, explore your wilder side; use your mind to explore the unlimited potential of your imagination – you will be a healthier and happier person!”

Shallara had helped her restore her self image, the medical problems had vanished, and she had found herself doing some of the most stimulating and sensual activities that once she would never have imagined for herself. Last night, the call had come from Shallara: “Remember Tim? Yep…that guy whose backside you watched me work over? He phoned last night, Ari, and he wants to submit to me!”. There had been giggles, and the Shallara continued: “I told him we could try, but that he had to come to you for a haircut. Take him down Ari, to the Isle of Mysteria, and give him a preview of what he is letting himself in for!”

And so here she was, giving Tim a cut and wash, and slowly taking him down deeper and deeper. Ariella’s voice took on a slow measured rhythm. It flowed over Tim like honey, and with the rhythmic shoulder massage, he felt himself drifting off into another world. Ariella seemed to be taking him down a long dark passage. Her hand now gripped his and the homely smell of shampoo provided a safe anchor. Further and further along the corridor towards that door, glowing golden and warm door at the end.

And as suddenly as he had entered the tunnel, they were out. The door swung wide open, and he was out, on a wide path, it’s wide stone flags threading their way around a manicured garden that was flooded with sunlight. Ladies in vividly colored sun frocks wandered through the gardens, their sandals tapping an elegant code on the smooth stone walkway. It was almost like a scene from Cosmo; the ladies looking fresh, feminine and cool. His eyes settled on one striking lady: bright red shoulder straps set off against her bronzed shoulders, a wide brimmed red hat that crowned off her casual, but elegant attire. She seemed to provide the perfect canvass for the red lipstick that accentuated her perfectly formed lips. Her eyes seemed to draw him in. She wore a warm, autumn shades eye shadow that was picked up by a healthy flush on her cheeks. A simple, glittering gold chain hung from her neck, shaping itself against the delicate underlying bone structure. Her long fingers twirled the stem of her martini glass, and she momentarily seemed to glance his way, before she glided off to engage with a passing pair of similarly dressed friends,

There was something so familiar about her, but it wasn’t until Ariella whispered in his ear: “Keep your eyes open for Lady Shallara, Tim. You may be lucky enough to see her here in Mysteria. I am sure you will remember her from your first few encounters” Ariella gave an evil little chuckle, and continued: “Look out for someone whose hat wouldn’t be out of place at Ascot. ….and Tim, if you are going to serve her, you had better be thinking about the apron you will be wearing. She likes her submissive to wear those, with nothing on below…..except perhaps, on special occasions, they might wish to wear a pair of silk red panties.”

Others groups of ladies sat around garden tables, sipping fruit juices from tall glasses. The colors dazzled, and the harmony of the garden and its occupants seemed to come almost out of a virtual world he had once played in.

A few healthy looking males waited with attention on the ladies, replacing emptied glasses and whisking away the empties. Wearing tunics instead of shorts, their dress vaguely reminded him of the Roman legionnaires he had seen in plays. Ariella’s had tugged him forward. “Don’t worry about the people here, Tim. You can see them, but they can’t see you. This is the Isle of Mysteria, Tim. I will tell you about it as we walk on. Whenever you hear the word “Mysteria”, you should come right back here. It’s an Island owned and ruled by females. The ruling council is made up of Ladies; ladies like Lady Shallara. And below the Ladies are the female inhabitants. They are here because they relish their gender and sensuality. You won’t find shorts and jeans here Tim. Here the females celebrate their femininity!”

“The men you see serving the ladies? They are here by choice too, Tim. They know their station in life and get a great deal of satisfaction from it. Their creed is ‘to serve and satisfy’. They are people like you Tim, people who, for whatever reason, have a desire to submit.” By now they had entered a building that looked somewhat like a small, modern collegiate. “This is where they come to get trained – you would like to look around and see what we have in store for you, wouldn’t you, Tim?” Her voice was sultry and her thumb gently massaged the back of his hand. In this mood, if she had asked him for the world, he would have wanted to give it to her.

They walked together across the tiled lobby, and entered a wide, well lit passage. “This is the Hall of Re-education. For those subbies who seem to have forgotten some of their lessons, they are brought back here for a reminder.”

Tim peered through the eye-level pane of the first door. At the back of the room, about half a dozen men knelt back on their heels, their backs straight, their eyes looking down, their hands crossed behind their backs. Waiting their turn, waiting for their session of re-education.

“This is the Riding Room where any male who has been caught having unauthorized orgasms is brought. It is not intended to be punishment, but rather a reminder that excessive or unauthorized orgasms can be rather uncomfortable. We call it ‘Riding the Horse’”, Ariella whispered huskily into his ear. In the center of the room, a beam was suspended at about waist height. A man straddled the beam, his feet unable to touch the floor, his weight resting entirely on his crotch. He seemed to be looking down in dread.

A young lady in a white dress teased his member into an erect state, and her dexterous fingers very quickly coaxed him to a tiny ejaculation. With a well practiced flourish, she scooped it off in an implement that resembled a soup ladle. It all looked so clinical: her white dress, white latex gloves, and her face, though pleasant, was devoid of any emotion. There was no pleasure evident at all for the unfortunate male. He seemed to spasm, but there was barely an emission. “These offenders are usually subject to six consecutive ejaculations. After the first or second, the ejaculations become dryer and dryer – and after the third, they are extremely uncomfortable. It is one of the least favorite re-education experiences we have here”.

“Let’s move on…in this next room, we have exactly the opposite situation. It is for re-educating males who ejaculate before they have been given permission. Here they learn orgasm control”. As in the previous room, those waiting for their lesson kneeled at the back of the room patiently, their faces impassive, not showing any of the discomfort they must have felt kneeling on the tiled floors. A young male knelt on a small table, his knees wide apart and his hands rested on his knees. It was a much more engaged female who ministered to him, teasing him again and again to a state of near climax, and then letting him come down off the brink.

Her demeanor seemed caring and sympathetic, as she took him up and down the scale of excitement. She was dressed in a sunny, yellow floral frock, and red nailed toes peeked through her sandals. There was nothing to indicate that this was discipline of any kind at all, but Tim could feel the tension in the air. At last she brought her subject to a final peak, but as she sensed that he had reached the point of no return, she simply let go, and watched impassively as his member bounced around uncontrollably, and the ejaculate dribbled down his thighs.

“Come Tim, we need to get back. Whenever you, hear Enya playing in the background, and you are in safe environment with either Lady Shallara or myself, or whenever you hear the word “Mysteria”, you are going to rapidly come back her to the Isle of Mysteria. From now on, whenever you visit either Lady Shallara or me, you will be wearing red silk boxers. Now as I count you back, you are going to feel refreshed and wide awake. This will all seem like a vivid dream, and you will not want to discuss it with anyone….not even me. So on the count of 0, you will open your eyes and be wide awake…..5…4…”

Ariella picked up a pair of scissors, and clipped at the side of Tim’s hair. Looking at him through the mirror, with a wry grin, she looked straight into his eyes: “Had a good daydream there, Tim?” Then looking down pointedly at his lap, she asked “Would you like me to use the hair dryer to dry that damp spot on your pants?”