Femdom Fantasies

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

Shallara opened the door to let Tim in. He moved quickly into the entrance lobby, and looked at Shallara quizzically. “You said that you wanted me undressed, and kneeling, Lady Shallara. Where would you like me to get undressed?” His tone was respectful and submissive. “Why, here would do just fine I think!” came the response, “fold you clothes neatly, put them in the coat cupboard on the upper shelf, and wait for me here”. She turned on her heels, and he could hear her move back into the sitting room.

Starting with his shoes and socks, Tim started to get undressed. This couldn’t be happening to him! Yet it was. The period pains had been all too real, and if this was the price he had to pay, well, it was just one evening, and he would pay it. The pains had to be psychosomatic, and he was sure that in time the effect of her spell (she called it hypnosis!) would wear off; he just had to swallow his pride and ride this period of his life out. He had gone shopping as instructed, and it became all too obvious as he removed his slacks, that the silk red panties had now become part of his attire. Hidden and secret, he had to admit that he actually enjoyed their sensual touch!

He stripped down to his bright red panties, bundled his clothes into the corner and knelt down on the door mat and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard the tell-tale click of Lady Shallara’s heels, and her sharp tone caused him to flush. “Straighten your back, Tim, don’t slouch like that!! Get your hands behind your head, now!”

The words stung, and the harshness surprised him. She eyed him critically. “Tim, Lose the armpit hair…it is an absolute turn off for me. Either shave it or ask Ariella for some advice on depilation, but it has to go! If I see it again, I will have her use her Epilator on it. Don’t know what that is? Just try it. And if she needs to use it, I am going to tell her to use it on n your pubic hair too!”

Despite her casual sun dress, she came across as a no-nonsense dominant. As she stood directly in front of him, her sandaled feet almost touching his knees, her hands on her hips, he suddenly sensed that he was in beyond his depth. This was no therapist; this was a domme, and the flashback to his spanking at her hands made him scared.

“You just bundled your clothes up! I would have expected you to fold them carefully. This is not a good way to behave” Shallara snapped.

“The maid can tidy then away,” he shrugged.

“Be careful what you wish for in Mysteria, Tim. It often has way of coming to pass!” she replied..

“The clock’s ticking, Tim. You’re on a double rate now because it is so late in the evening. You’re lucky it’s not triple as you have both Ariella’s and my rate to cover”. His heart sank even further; surely she couldn’t have her here? “You can stand up and follow me into the dressing room over there. Ariella is going to help you brighten your day and put a smile on your face.” Tim no longer took any of Shallara’s words at face value, and his instinct warned him that this was not a smile that was going to be filled with joy.

“May I first go to the washroom? It was a long ride over here.” His tone was sullen and flat

“Of course, you can! It’s the door right over there,” Shallara returned. “I will be waiting right here for you.” She watched the door close, and listened to the waterfall that seemed to take ages before the supply became exhausted. The toilet flushed and Tim walked out, a well built man in silk red panties.

“Tim, I didn’t hear the tap running. Did you wash your hands? And what is that wet spot on your panties?”

He looked down, and turned a bright shade of red. “Umm…I guess I didn’t shake myself properly.”

“You didn’t what? Shake yourself properly? You were in my bathroom, dammit!!! There are rolls and rolls of tissue paper in there, and you didn’t shake yourself? What about drying yourself? We all do it!”

She pushed the door open and glanced inside. “So you come into my washroom, you splash on the floor, you don’t dry yourself and you didn’t wash your hands. And then you walk out leaving the seat up!!! Look at the rim of the toilet. Why is it yellow? Why did you leave your disgusting pubic hairs on it?” Her verbal explosion rocked Tim. It was definitely not going to be a pleasant evening. The floor wasn’t going to open him up and swallow him, and there was no escape.

Shallara recovered her composure. Her voice reverted to a passive-aggressive reasoned tone. “So this is exactly why men need to be taught to sit down like females to pee, Tim. Do you see why? If you sat down, there wouldn’t be any of this disgusting mess to clean up, would there Tim? I am going to give you five minutes to clean it up. There is disinfectant under the basin. When you are finished, you will return to your kneeling position in the entrance hall. And for Pete’s sake…get those soiled panties off!! There is a clean dressing gown hanging behind the door.”

Minutes later, he was back in position. A sheer, pink nylon dressing gown clung to his body contours, and his face looked downcast and sad. He looked so cute there, kneeling in submission that she almost wanted to let him off the hook. The arrogance was long gone, and Shallara saw a man who was close to tears.

He looked up at mournfully, and eyed the strap that swung from the belt at her waist. “I suppose you are going to whip me again?”

“No Tim, I will only whip you if you ask for it. In fact you would have to beg me for it!!” She chuckled. “I cannot imagine that happening tonight!”

Tim shook his head. “Not a chance!. Not after what you did to me last time. Nothing you do or say could entice me to ask you for a whipping….”

“Come with me, Tim, we are going to give you some help and offer some strategies for coping with your, with your…” Shallara hunted for the right phrase. “…with your… bathroom habits. But I am not going to punish you for this specific incident. We do have some open issues still…we will address those later though. ”

She took him by the hand and led him into the lounge. The music, Enya’s Orinoco Flow, was a complete giveaway for him. He knew what was coming as soon as she sat him down, but he wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of it. The last thing he remembered was looking right into her eyes, and the snap of her fingers clicking against her thumbs.. ”Sleep for me Tim, Sleep now!” Her voice seemed to float in and out of consciousness. It wasn’t sleep and it wasn’t a state of awareness. He was vaguely aware of the strange feeling of the nylon dressing gown, but it felt strangely comforting,

“Tim, whenever you go to the bathroom, you will sit down to pee…..you will keep your thighs together, and your clit pointed down…we will always refer to your penis as a clit going forward Tim….you will point it down and squeeze it between your thighs to ensure that there is no chance of splash…..you will keep your thighs and knees together and your feet only slightly apart…you will dab yourself dry before your get off the seat, it’s the only hygienic thing to do…keeping everything dry and hygienic is extremely important to you, Tim…you will clean up any drops you inadvertently drop…..”

The voice droned on and on, repeating the messages and instructions. And finally it was over. Shallara clicked her fingers and commanded “Wake now – awake and alert”. Tim rapidly surfaced from his trance and looked slightly bemused. “Come along, Tim, we have now used thirty minutes of your session. We need to get going with your program. Let’s go into the dressing room next door.” Shallara took his hand and led him through the entrance hall and through a door into a room he had never entered.

Sitting in front of a vanity table, sat a bored looking Ariella. “Hi Tim, I have been waiting for you! Come and sit down here beside me.”