Femdom Fantasies

by Shallara (c) 2010
In tribute to Lady Julia
(continued from part seven)

The intense discomfort Tim felt initially, walking into a room dressed only in flimsy red dressing gown, slowly gave way to a pleasurable experience. He was pleased to be away from the blond Shallara, whose dominant side seemed to have been unleashed. Ariella was different. She was warm and cuddly, and there was no hint of superiority as she beckoned him to sit down beside him. He half expected her to mock him, but it was all business and relationship.

“So Lady Shallara,” Ariella began. Tim’s mind reeled; there was that weird title she gave him! “…has told me,” Ariella continued, “that you need some feminine empathy training. So where we are going to start is on how challenging it is for the ladies to look their best in the morning. You men simply brush your teeth, shave and go. We ladies have a much tougher job. It takes skill, and I am going to teach you that skill so that you can come to appreciate it. Now, this is how we are going to do it. I am going to work on the right side of your face, and you are going to attempt the same on the left side. We are going to cover eyes, basic makeup, and lipstick application. You only have an hour booked with me, so we will need to move quite fast. You can practice when you get home, and in your next session, we can learn some other skills together.”

Ariella clasped his face between her two palms and swiveled him around to look directly at her. “Now the eyebrows….lets trim them and get rid of the stray hairs around your brow. We can thin them out later if necessary.” She picked up a comb, and using it as a guide, she quickly trimmed the right eyebrow down reasonably short. She deftly plucked away all the surrounding stray hairs, and attacked the lower brow line with quick, sharp plucks. The top line followed, and in what seemed like no time at all, she had a perfectly arched, smooth eyebrow.

It was only then that the enormity of what had just transpired hit him. His right eyebrow was now plucked like a lady’s!! He was going to have to face the outside world looking like this. And he would look really silly if his left eyebrow was left in its current state. Fumbling, he picked up the pair of scissors and attempted to trim neatly across the left brow. With each snip, it became more and more obvious that he was cutting uneven lengths, almost getting down to the skin in places.

“Here, let me help you, “offered Ariella, “I can get that all straightened out for you! The only problem is that I am going to have to cut the right side down even further to match it.”

“No…leave it alone” growled Tim.

“Your choice, Tammy, let’s try out the eye shadow.” Ariella reached out for a blue palette.

“Wait ! You just called me Tammy? It’s Tim, always has been Tim and always will be!” he snapped.

She gazed at him with a smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Lady Shallara told me that when you are in feminine sensitivity training, I am always to call you Tammy. She was quite specific about it. If I don’t, I will get punished….and you know how painful that is!”

He looked at her quizzically. “So, how would she ever know?” he asked. He followed her pointer to a little glass dome mounted on top of the dressing table. “We’re being recorded, Tammy. All my sessions with you are. You remember you signed a waiver during your first session with Lady Shallara that all your sessions would be recorded for training purposes? And that she owned the rights to them? Well…..you are on candid camera” She broke out into a broad grin.

Her application of the eye shadow was flawless. She applied a base blue shade on the entire lid, and blended it up to about halfway to the eyebrows. As a finishing touch, she added a thin line under the lower lashes. And then her fun started as she watched him trying to emulate her. He pulled down on his eyelid with his left hand as he tried to dab shadow on with his right. The color bled out at the sides, and at last she reluctantly halted him.

Time ran quickly, and Ariella decided to leave the foundation application lesson to the next session. They moved on to lipstick, and she chose a bright, apple-red lipstick. The results were almost comic, but she resisted the impulse to laugh. Perfectly made up on one side, from eyebrows down to lipstick, and an almost clownish appearance on the left.

“It’s a Revlon water-resistant lipstick, Tammy. You will just love how hard it is to smear and how long it takes to wear off! You can only remove it with makeup remover!”

The door to the room opened, and Shallara walked in, her heels announcing her presence. “Your time is nearly up Tim, and I have a guest coming in shortly, so you will need to start getting yourself ready to go.”

Ariella looked knowingly at Tim. “I heard Lady Shallara telling you at the end of last session to bring a lady’s purse with some makeup remover and facial cleanser in. You did do that, didn’t you?”

Tim shook his head.

“Oh dear…because we are fresh out of it here!! And trying to wash this makeup off with just water…well…you would do better not to. If I were you…I would just go home with it on and stop off at the drug shop on your way to get the cleanser”.

Tim gawked at Ariella. His focus was averted from her as Shallara began to talk.

“Sorry to interrupt, but there were a couple of things I just wanted you to know. Firstly, my guest is actually Cheryl Stern. Yes Tim, your HR Exec! She wanted to see the recordings we had made. She was thinking of running a makeup class at work for the ladies, and thought that this might be some really valuable instruction from Ariella that could be passed on.” She paused, and watched Tim’s jaw drop. The silence seemed to hang in the air

After what seemed like an eternity, she continued, “You may have heard the doorbell ring earlier? It was the cleaning lady coming in. Tim, she saw that pile of clothes piled in the lobby, and assumed they were dirty. She used her initiative and took them down to the dry-cleaner before she left. I am not sure which one it is, but she says they provide one day service, and she will bring them back tomorrow when she comes to do the apartment.”

Tim felt crushed. His world seemed to have come to an end. Nothing could make it worse. He jerked himself up straight as Shallara continued: “Tim, your session time has now come to an end. You will have to leave my apartment now.”

He exploded: “Leave? How can I? Look at my face! Look at what I am wearing, and you want me to leave in a see-through, nylon dressing gown? And you have this all recorded, and you want to have the recordings shown to my work colleagues? What sort of person are you? You are evil!!” He bowed his head, and cradled it in his arms on the dressing table.

“It’s good to cry, Tim” Shallara gently held his shoulders. “Just let the tension out. It’s what females do, and you have often been heard to mock them about!! But it will make you feel better. But in a few minutes, you really do need to go.”

He looked up and stared at her savagely. “You can’t make me!”

“Well, Tim,” she responded, “In just a few minutes, there will be three ladies in here and just you. So I wouldn’t start getting physical, if I were you. And to be quite honest, you are starting to wear me out. If you don’t start making a move, I am going to call security and tell them there is a pervert trespassing in my apartment, and would they please come and take you away.

He looked at her aghast. “OK, you win; you have humiliated me and backed me into a corner. What do you want from me?. Is this about money? A bit of blackmail?”

“I want nothing from you, Tim,” came the reasoned response, “nothing. I just want you to leave my apartment. You booked this session of your own accord, you didn’t follow my recommendation to bring a facial cleanser with you, and you left your clothes out where any reasonable person would assume they were dirty and soiled and needed laundering. Now I just need you to leave.”

Shallara sat on a padded vanity stool next to him, and took his hand. “Change has to come from within, Tim. I can’t make you stop being cruel to your female colleagues. You have to learn what it is like to live their role in life and respect what they face and accomplish. And in a situation like this, it is not what I want to do to you. It is not about me blackmailing or punishing you. You have to assess the situation and take some actions that will get you out of here without hurting others. And I can tell you Tim, having you holed up in my apartment for the night is not an option.”

He looked at her, broken and defeated. His voice took on a whining, pleading tone, “What other options do I have Shallara? I can’t walk out into the streets dressed like this and with my face made up like this! Please help me! Show some pity, please!”

She looked at him, and then picked up the phone that was sitting on the dressing table. “I am calling security. You have thirty seconds to get out of my apartment.”

The doorbell rang. “Ariella, please go and let Cheryl in…thanks honey. Show her in here, if you wouldn’t mind?”

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter Five (see previous chapter)

He was on time to her office, and possibly even more nervous than the day before, worried that everyone she worked with was aware of her control. There were only a few people about, everyone having scrammed as fast as possible on a Friday after work. He carried with him a small gift bag, the top stuffed with tissue paper. Arriving at her door he found a note indicating he should knock and go into her office suite.

She was standing and looking out the large window, sixteen floors up, at the city and lovely surroundings. She wore a dark knit dress that accentuated the clean curves of her body and framed that high, tight ass. Her long dark hair was loose and cascading down her back, shimmering as she turned to face him. She looked exquisite, her killer smile and inviting eyes lighting up with pleasure at his presence, making him feel like this was the only place in the world he wanted to be at this particular moment. She beckoned him over to kiss and caress his cheek then hand him a flute of champagne from the window ledge. His look inquired for him.

“Cheers James, help me celebrate a big settlement for the firm today.”

“Congratulations, Miss Brianna.”

She had that confident, pleased look of things going her way, and thanked him for remembering to address her correctly. She went on to explain that they would be going out in public and that they would be James and Brianna while at the bar. “I don’t share my personal life with anyone outside the group, except Mrs. Burns, of course,” bringing yesterday’s embarrassment flooding back to poor James. “I don’t generally play in public, James, but there are a couple of things I’ll expect of you. One, you’ll behave like a gentleman at all times, and two, never contradict me after I’ve made a decision.”

She looked to the hand James was using to hold the small gift bag, startling him into action. “I brought your underwear back, cleaned like you asked.” Earlier James had thought long and hard about how to present the panties back to Bri. He had the feeling that smuggled back, crumpled up in his pocket would not go over real well.

Bri gave him delightedly surprised look and hugged him close, saying, “You clever,clever, boy. I’ll have to remember that about you, James.”

With that they left the office for the couple block walk to the pub. She took hold of his hand in the elevator and held it until they were seated at a corner of the bar, leaving no doubt to anyone observing that they were a couple. She flagged down the bartender and ordered a couple of beers, causing James to laugh.

“Something funny, James?”

“When I was old enough, my Uncle told me to always look for a pretty girl who wasn’t afraid to belly up to the bar and order a beer, she’d be the most interesting to talk with, and least stuck on herself. I just don’t know if he meant this interesting.”

They smiled together as she said, “Let’s toast to your uncle, who sounds like a very wise man.” They then proceeded to have a great first date, where he learned she was from Ohio, played point guard on the basketball team and was offered a scholarship to Northwestern. She worked hard but was always a backup. She worked harder in school finishing summa cum laude, and stayed to attend Northwestern Law. She loved Chicago, and was offered jobs at some prestigious firms, but followed her live-in boyfriend out to the West Coast. She thought they’d marry, but he dumped her when her success overshadowed his, leaving her for a massage therapist in San Bernadino. She laughed about it now, but was really down when it happened, threw herself into work and made a name for herself in the firm. She’d met Sue several years ago at a conference, they’d hit it off and she’d had a whole new world open itself up to her, her take charge nature being something to be celebrated , not hidden. Her father had died 8 years previously from cancer, her mom lived in Florida, was very healthy and active. Her grandmother was 86y.old [ born in the Phillipines] in a nursing home near mom. No brothers or sisters, but 2 great friends who still lived in Ohio, and knew of her lifestyle only peripherally.

During their conversation she’d managed to order an appetizer platter, more beers, accept congratulations on the settlement figure from some lawyers she worked with, and watch with amusement as a bunch of guys wanted to talk with her date about his playing days. The bartender got back to them and asked about another round, “I’ll have one more, but he’s done,” looking at James “these Michigan guys could never hold their liquor that well,” a dig at his college affiliation. “Water or Coke, James,” she asked with a little head tilt. “Water,” he nodded, smiling at the bartender.

She leaned in to whisper, “We’ll be leaving soon and I want you sober to drive me back to your place. You’ve been a good boy and have earned some playtime tonight, James,” lightly running her hand along his inner thigh to cup his package causing him to flinch. She laughed and said, “Mine.”

–

They arrived at his car, and as he went to open her door she laid her hand on his.

“James, before we leave, repeat your phrases for me.”

He looked down to her eyes, color rising to his cheeks as he breathed slowly before beginning.

“Yes Miss Brianna.” “ No Miss Brianna.” “Please Miss Brianna.” “Thank you Miss Brianna.”

“Very well done, James. When we get to your place those are the only words I want to hear from you. You may open the door for me now.”

She slid easily into the car, the faint scent of her perfume lingering as he shut the door. She smiled mischievously and turned in the seat facing him as he pulled out and headed toward his townhouse. Her index finger kept up a distracting figure of eight pattern on his right thigh, and whenever he chanced a glance her way, he was reminded to keep his eyes on the road.

Arriving in his parking spot a 20 minute eternity later, she made sure he offered an arm to escort her to the door. He laughed to himself for actually fumbling to get the right key, and wondered if the nervous energy made him seem charming or just lame.

Strangely, she flipped the light switch before he could reach, then, gently propelled him to the center of the living room, almost like she knew the floor plan. She spun him to face her, stepped back, and slipped off her heels.

“Mmm, feels good to get out of those shoes. James, I want you to stand right where you are. Spread your legs a little more and clasp your hands together at your lower back. Be a dear and keep your hands up high enough above your ass for me to get a good look.”

“There you go. James, do you think you can remember this exact position?”

“Yes Miss Brianna” struggled out of his chest.

“Excellent,” in her indulgent teacher voice, “Now, when I get back from exploring your kitchen, same spot, same position, buck naked.”

His eyes widened and regarded her warily, surprised she would make him do this on their first real date.

“Quickly, James, clothes folded neatly on the floor next to you before I get back” as she turned giving him another look at the way the dark knit dress clung to her backside. She had him pegged for an ass man at this point, and thank God, because she’d always felt it to be her best feature. He tried to calm himself and move expediently at the same time, happy he’d cleaned out the fridge and put away the dishes earlier. From the kitchen he heard her call out “James, when you’re done, keep your eyes down and focused on my shoes”, “OK?”

“Yes Miss Brianna”.

“Oh, would you like a little water, too.”

“Please Miss Brianna”, trying to sound casual.

She returned to lean against the archway that separated the living room from the small dining area. Very pleased with the view, she stopped to take inventory of the young man before her. Well muscled upper body tapering to a narrow waist and hips, check. Sandy blonde hair, grey/ green eyes, handsome features, check. Great abs, check. He was sporting a semi, and his dick dangled down, heavy looking over top of his balls. Shit. Check and double check. She was well aware of the puffy, damp feeling between her own legs and thought to her herself, “Careful Bri, it would be too easy to start spending a lot of time complicating your life with this cutie.” And “Damn, damn, damn Sue all to hell for setting me up like this.”

She waited for the prolonged scrutiny to make him uncomfortable and provoke some type of movement.

He looked up, and she was ready with another of those irritating little victory smiles he’d been seeing all week.

“Eyes down!” she admonished, paused, then caught him off guard with a soft, “You’re very beautiful to look at James.”

His mouth creased into a tight little grimace, upset he’d given her another win. He stood emotionally confused, trying to get back to center. HE was the one with smooth confidence and compliments that girls seemed to love. HE gave out purposeful kisses and caresses designed to move things along to the bedroom. HE wasn’t the eye candy, he enjoyed the candy.

Breathe.

Just breathe and concentrate on the shoes. Simple black stilettos. Standing guard in the middle of his living room.

“James,” starting toward him, “how should you respond to a compliment.”

Almost back to center now, “Thank you, Miss Brianna.”

“Correct. You should make it a point to always acknowledge a woman’s compliment, it’s just good manners. I will always expect good manners James.”

She seemed to swim up from underneath him, so close, her 5’9” forcing her to look up into his eyes. He felt the fingers of one hand slide up the back of his neck, clutching his hair while the other cupped his cheek, both pulling him down to her waiting lips. Stopping just mockingly short.

“Would you like to kiss me James?”

“Yes, Miss Brianna.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, Miss Brianna.”

She tasted faintly of alcohol and peppermint lifesaver, and as he relaxed into the kiss, she struck out possessively with her tongue, slowly but methodically forcing his backward, laying claim to this part of him.

Her intention had been a brief tease, but her enjoyment overwhelmed intentions, and she waited him out. Waited for his mouth to go meltingly soft, yielding itself to her. His cock was rampant now as she broke the kiss and glided to his side, one hand trailing down his stomach to firmly encircle the base of his erection, the other slipping to his ass cheek, nails digging almost painfully.

She felt the shiver run all the way to the head of his cock as she breathed into his ear, “Ahhh, it seems someone’s quite the little whore for my attention. Did I give you permission to get hard?”

“N n no Miss Brianna,” croaked out of him.

“No indeed,” as she started a rhythmic tugging at his root, “Fortunately for you I happen to adore erections, this one in particular shows great promise. If you continue to be a good boy I may even let you take care of it later.”

She stopped her ministrations and stepped directly behind him, standing quietly while his ragged breaths and tense muscles relaxed to something approaching normal. She waited just that moment longer, till the only sound was their combined breathing…..

He heard the zipper at the back of her dress start its’ descent, and the silence of the room, combined with the maelstrom in his mind, made it sound like the loudest can-opener ever created. He didn’t know if he actually heard it hit the ground, or just imagined the noise. He definitely didn’t imagine her hands resting on his hips, or tits pressed into his back. Her warm breath tickled the skin of his neck. His hands gripped piteously to his wrists, helping him not squirm, or worse, break position. His cock just bobbed obscenely in front of him.

Her left handed lifted and stroked his shoulder, massaging for her pleasure, not his.

“James, I am very impressed with your housekeeping skills. Your home is very neat and orderly.”

“Thank you, Miss Brianna.”

“I’m going to go upstairs and snoop around. Yes, James you heard right. Snoop. I’ll be checking for pictures or panties left over from the sluts you’ve been with, porn mags, you know, things you’d be too embarrassed to show me normally.” Nails gripping into shoulder flesh menacingly, “Will I be disappointed James, will I find the phone numbers of a harem of girls who can’t wait to hook up with you again?”

“No Miss Brianna.” He wasn’t a pig, though no doubt, had a knack for finding willing partners, never letting any of them get to close, or God forbid, leave little reminders of themselves.

“We’ll see James, we’ll see,” she chuckled softly. Her patient tone returned, “After I’m completely upstairs, pick up my dress and drape it neatly over the couch. Then back in position. Remember James, I want those pretty eyes of yours glued to those shoes, OK?”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“James, didn’t I just compliment your eyes.”

“Yes, tha..” Catching himself, “Thank you, Miss Brianna.”

Bri smiled openly now, almost feeling sorry for teasing him. Almost. She was getting way too hot and horny to end this little training session prematurely.

As she headed up the steps, he caught site of the purple thong snugly hugging the enticing gap between her legs, smiling that the woman could really make a thong dance.

Bri took her time wandering through the upstairs, she had no real intention of looking for anything in particular, but she just couldn’t resist the opportunity to keep him off balance. The bedroom and master bath were neat as a pin, the king bed made precisely. She wondered if he had a maid service. There was a guest bedroom and an office set up in the third bedroom. Two computer monitors, a large desk and some pictures on the wall of family, his sister and husband were a handsome couple, and the niece jut adorable. One photo of him from high school, in a football uniform, celebrating with some friends after a game. “Oh James,” she thought to herself, “you must have broken a thousand hearts in school.” She returned to the walk-in closet in his bedroom, selected a belt and picked up a soft pillow from his bed, and then started for the stairs….

James waited patiently, growing a bit nervous that she’d been up there awhile. When he heard her descending the stairs his eyes locked up with the shoes and his back straightened just a little more. His cock proud and upright.

Bri draped the belt over the couch, and moved in behind him. Lightly running her nails down his back she asked sweetly, “James, what color are the panties you’ll be washing tonight?”

“Purp..,” shit he thought, how could I have fallen for that.

“So you were looking at me when I told you to look at the shoes,” indignantly continuing, “Are you just dense?”

“No I didn’t, I mean just out of the corner of my eye..”

“James!” he was shouted to silence, and in an icy tone “Think very carefully before you say one more word, because whether I stay or leave depends on it. James, did you look at me?”

He bit back a retort and answered, “Yes, Miss Brianna.”

“Dis-O-bedient, James. Disobedience always requires correction.”

She stepped in close to administer a hard slap to his ass that made the muscular cheeks quiver. She reached quickly around to his chest and pinched hard on the nipple, not letting go and causing him to turn and also break position. “Don’t you dare move,” letting go to grab his hair from behind and placing him back where she wanted. “Hands up higher on your back, bend your knees to make your ass a better target.” She circled to the front of him, noticing his dick starting to droop, lifting his chin, “James, James, James,” she stage whispered, “I’m going to beat your ass now with that belt,” she turned his head to the couch, “your own belt.” She continued in a more conversational tone, “I have a certain number of strokes in mind James, if your man enough to get there, I might just make it feel all better afterwards.”

He waited, half squatting in position, looking at her magnificent body. Her breasts on the smaller side, upturned, capped by nipples the color and shape of pencil erasers, taunting him with there bullet erectness. Her waist was narrow and her midsection defined by workouts, the landing strip just as perfect as he remembered yesterday.

She moved out of eyesight to grab the belt, he felt leather caress his back, he heard, “Ask for your punishment, James, remember your phrases and ask nicely.”

“Please, Miss Brianna.”

The crack across his ass resounded immediately, the pain searing, almost causing him to jump.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK CRACK, pause, her had squeezing in the pain. He barely maintained position, but steadied himself, unwilling to move. She had challenged him, and he was tired of her winning. WHAP, the top of his thigh, then the other.

A steady rhythm ensued, marking his ass from top to bottom. He was biting down hard, eyes closed, hands doing everything they could to keep position. He’d lost track of how many blows, 15 maybe 16, when they suddenly stopped. He opened his eyes to see she had materialized in front of him, closely examining his face. She used the doubled over belt to tease the nipple she’d twisted earlier.

“You’ve still got 5 coming, James, or you can wimp out and we’ll call it a night.” She smiled, watching his manly pride rear up. He was still swallowing back pain, but defiantly looked her in the eye.

“If you want them James, you’ll have to ask me for each one, and they won’t be the love taps I’ve been dishing out so far.”

His face blanched slightly, but he stiffened and clearly said, “Please, Miss Brianna.”

She resumed position and fire seemed to explode across his ass. She then went trough the next three, his breathing now labored. “Last one James, I’d like you to take it for me, but you’ve done so well I’ll let you come even if you say no.” She almost melted with joy when she heard him strangle out, “P-Please, Miss Brianna.”

She tapped his ass lovingly with the belt, dropping it to step around and reach behind his neck to pull him into a kiss. He told himself that he would take whatever she could dish out, but the sudden tenderness was infinitely worse than the beating. He could feel the corner of his eyes filling with tears and he wanted desperately to turn away from her, too embarrassed to show her how she’d gotten to him. She held him tighter, seeing the welling in his eyes, and said, “Kiss me hard, James.” And he did, hard and long, his hands reaching to take hold of her ass and mold her to him, practically lifting her off the ground. His cock, which had gone completely flaccid during the punishment, reared up along her thigh eventually pressing to her belly between them.

Bri luxuriated in his passion, inwardly very happy that he obviously wasn’t a pain slut. She liked dispensing pain for discipline, not pleasure. And right now she wanted to continue training him through pleasure.

She broke the kiss and had him lay face down, with the pillow cushioning his cock and balls. She laid down atop him with her legs spread, her thighs staddling his lower back. She felt his whole body shiver as she began instructing into his ear, “Mmm, such a good boy for me, taking it all. I want you to hump that pillow, James, hump it slow with me lying right on top of you. That’s a good boy keep that same slow pace for me.”

She slid fractionally lower to his ass and he could feel the slickness of her grinding over his right ass cheek. “Ohh My GOD, the heat from your ass feels so incredible on my pussy. Oh don’t you dare stop moving JAMES, Oh , AH, AHHH , Oh God, OH OHHHH,” as she ground down hard and shocked him with the speed and ferocity of her orgasm, spasming all over his exposed ass, mewling incoherent little sounds, and slowly subsiding to a satiated stop. She hugged him from behind and kissed his back while she regained herself, finally sliding back to tease his ear.

“Oh James, that was marvelous, you did such a good job with your hips, fucking your pillow just right for me. And your cock, well it gets so hard when I’m next to you. I think you really like being my boytoy.” Her words, and the way she just used him almost had him dying in shame, but he needed to come so bad at this point that he kept up the rhythm, the pillow having creased into a pleasurable furrow for his cock and balls. “Look up at my shoes James,” he craned his neck slightly, “shoes are so important to a woman. She can use them to feel so attractive, or powerful. You’re going to make me feel very attractive and powerful when you come all over that pillow James. Come on James, show me how badly you want to be my good boy, cum for me.” as she tongued his ear and nipped at his neck.

James felt as if his whole being was centered in his swollen cock and balls. His breath snorted out of his nostrils and he made a growling noise deep in his throat. The first shot felt like it had the force of a fire hose, almost painful. He bucked through several powerful strokes and he swore he came longer than he ever had in his life. When he came back into his head, she was lying beside him gently rubbing his ass, which was still a dull mass of pain.

“Roll over James,” and as he rolled off the pillow she climbed back on him to lay her head on his chest. His hands stroked her hair and down her back as she listened to his heart hammer in his chest, eventually slowing to a normal beat….

She would have been content to stay there with him like that all night, but knew she had to give him some time to process the events of this night. For that matter, she needed her own time to think. She slid up to kiss him tenderly, “You were a lot of fun tonight, James. You are allowed to speak freely now, just remember to be respectful. Are you OK?”, said looking down with concern into his eyes.

“Yeah, my ass aches pretty good though, Miss Brianna,. You’re stronger than you look,” giving her a meaningful smirk.

“Mmmm….well that’s what happens to bad boys who can’t follow instructions, and it didn’t seem to prevent you from shooting all over that pillow.”

James colored and started to look away when she caught his chin and kissed him again and then pulled back a few inches, “A little embarrassed?”

“Probably just a little more than a little” he winced slightly, “it sucks that just about any orgasm a guy has is a good one.”

Brianna gave a full throaty laugh, “Oh stick with me James, I’ll have you cum in ways and positions you can’t even imagine.” Then more seriously, “No really, you were fantastic tonight James, you allowed me to control the action and I was obviously very turned on, you did that for me and I’m so proud to be with you right now. That’s the way it is for me, I love the control James, it’s what revs my engine, and it has to be part of whoever wants to be with me. You seemed to enjoy letting go and letting me lead tonight.”

He looked into her eyes and saw the warmth and concern she was conveying, “Yes, it was different from anything I’ve done before, but you’re right, I liked it very much, and I liked being with you,” feeling very vulnerable as he spoke.

She kissed him again, and laid her head back on his chest and hugged him close. “James, I don’t know any better than you where this goes, and really it’s all up to you. So you know, sometimes this lifestyle is only about playtime, and sometimes it’s a deeper part of a relationship. If you like I’d be happy to start your training, but again, with me James it’s not all just play time, sometimes it might be sitting quietly at my feet or getting me a drink of water while we’re watching a movie, or making us a peanut butter an jelly sandwich because that’s what I wanted. You might like to be with a different type of Domme, one who just wanted to play?”

“What kind of peanut butter?”

“Excuse me?” she looked up and queried.

“What kind of peanut butter,” he reintegrated, “Smooth or chunky?”

“Smooth Why?”

“Oh, thank God, for a minute I was worried this didn’t have a chance,” he teased. “OWW,” yelped out, “What was that for?” as his nipple was pinched and released.

“That James, was because I can,” before gently licking the area and making him shiver, then looking up at him with that Cheshire cat grin, “and obedient boys should always remember who there teasing.” She worked herself forward on him purposefully giving her thighs a squeeze around him, kissed his cheek and announced, “And now we have to get up, dressed and you have to give me a ride back to my car.”

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter Four  (See previous chapter)

Later that night back at his townhouse, Jim laughed off his experiences of the night, and the thought of ever seeing Bri again. He hoped to stay in touch with Sue and Ron, and admitted a small part of him still found their relationship….unique.

He spent Saturday writing up a few pages of notes, but mostly clicking through the channels from football to golf. He drifted a few times to wondering what a Saturday with Bri would be like, probably cleaning her bathroom floors while she stood over him with a whip. Sure, like that would ever happen.

He did find himself getting an uncomfortable hard-on from time to time during the day and, damn it, always when he started to replay scenes from last night. He could see her smooth skin and smell the clean scent of her.

So Jim decided to call Lori, an assistant manager of a book store he’d done a reading at a few weeks ago. She’d been such an accommodating little fuck puppet that he’d actually kept her number. She’d put all thoughts of collars, restraints and Bri right out of his head.

He met her later that night and after a few drinks they ended up back at his place. But even the enthusiastic cock sucking she performed on her knees, inside his front door, couldn’t stop his brain from what he did not want to contemplate.

The next day he played golf like a 28 handicap instead of the 6 he was, losing a bundle of money to his friends in the match. He just couldn’t concentrate very well over the ball, and later at home finally admitted his distraction was due to rising dread about the phone call he was going to have to make.

After a fitful nights’ sleep, he tried to convince himself that the call would be a pure thank you for an interesting evening. He tried to keep himself busy, but kept clock watching after lunch, eventually giving up to sit quietly, waiting for the last half hour to tic by. He managed to wait until 3:15, recalling what it felt like to be a high school freshman asking a girl out for the first time.

“Hello, Brianna Shea’s office, may I help you…….”

Sitting with Brianna in her spacious office suite, Mrs. Burns had answered with the speaker phone on. They both heard, “Hi, um, I was told to ask for Miss Brianna.”

“May I say who is calling.”

“Jim Stone, she should be expecting my call.”

“Hold one moment please,” click

Brianna shook her head, “Make him say James.”

“Your incorrigible,” said Mrs. Burns, click, “I’m sorry but Miss Shea doesn’t recall anyone named Jim, may I enquire as to the nature of your call.”

“Tell her that it’s James calling.”

“One moment, James.”

Kate Burns, trusted secretary and confidant, watched Brianna’s face light up. She thought of Brianna as more of a daughter than a boss, and was happy to see her pure joy.

“Hold any incoming calls, Kate. I’ll let you know when to get back on with him.”

“Oh, so I can’t stick around for the good parts?” she teased while heading for her desk outside the office door.

Brianna took a breath, it wouldn’t do to let him hear the excitement she felt, and in her best professionally polite voice announced, “James, how nice to hear from you, how can I help you?”

“Hi Brianna, how are you?

“I’m fine,” and slightly cooler, “and James, my name is Miss Brianna when we are talking privately, do you understand?” She waited out his silence…….

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Excellent,” in a praising, pleasant tone, and “is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“Miss Brianna,” she could hear the catch in his voice, “would you like to go out for dinner later this week.”

“No……but you will pick me up for drinks after I’m done work this Friday.”

“That will be fine, Miss Brianna.”

“James, just so you completely understand what you’re getting into here, it works like this, I’ll say and you’ll do. There won’t be debates, and I’m not big on second chances. Am I being perfectly clear?”

She could feel the weight of the silence as he digested this bit of news before answering with a quiet, “Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Good, as a test of your resolve James, I’d like you to put on a nice suit and tie and be at my office Thursday evening at 5:30. I’m going to transfer you to Mrs. Burns now and she’ll give you directions. See you then.”

Despite a mountain of paperwork to get through, Bri was positively giddy for the rest of the day.

On Thursday, Jim was directed to Brianna’s office and met Mrs. Burns, a short, trim woman with graying hair, and reading glasses hung from a chain around her neck. She was completely professional as she offered him a seat and a bottle of water, then went to alert Bri.

“He’s here, he’s gorgeous, and I don’t want to know what you have planned for him sweetie, but enjoy yourself.”

Bri chuckled, “Thank you. You and I still have to get through these pages and I promise he’ll be out of here in a half hour.” At Kate’s look of surprise, she added, “Don’t worry, I have him taking me out tomorrow night.”

“I was only worried about that poor boy, and what trouble you could get into in a half hour,” as they both giggled like school girls. Kate walked out of the office to let him know it was time to go in.

Bri watched him walk in looking so handsome in a well-tailored, classic navy blue suit. She met him halfway into the large office, kissed his cheek and handed him a type written sheet. “James, please have a seat on the couch and read this over while I finish up on a couple of things.”

Jim watched her walk back to her desk admiring her toned legs and the sway of her hips under a knee length skirt. Her perfume was still faintly with him, and when she turned, he knew he’d been caught again.

“James, I really appreciate the attention you give my ass, but I need you to focus on the task I gave you.”

He flushed slightly, nodded and went to sit down while she put on a pair of glasses and started making notes on a pad near her laptop. James breathed in deep, calming himself and committed to going with the flow of events. The sheet read:

Proper responses

1- Yes, Miss Brianna

2- No, Miss Brianna

3- Please, Miss Brianna

4- Thank You, Miss Brianna

He wanted to look up and laugh, but saw her looking back and realized it wasn’t meant to be a joke.

“James, leave the page on the couch, and come kneel over here. Don’t worry about your phrases right now, but please remember them for tomorrow night.”

His legs felt like lead as he followed her instructions, kneeling where she pointed, close enough for her to reach out comfortably and stroke the hair at the back of his neck, like a favored pet, while she continued to read over her own work. She finally stopped to look at him with that half-smile of satisfaction and eyes that seemed to bore though him.

While still stroking his hair, she reached into the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a black thong and placed it across her exposed right thigh.

“James, we have a very serious panty problem that needs solving. You see these,” indicating the crotch of the thong, “were the ones you caused me to ruin at the party. I mean, my pussy soaked them through. You can still smell how excited you made me, here let me show you,” as her fingers locked to his head and she pulled him down to place his head on her lap with the crotch pressed into his nostrils. She continued to hold him there, “And even now James, with you kneeling her like such a good boy in my office, well, I’m just so turned on again,” turning the chair now to face him and guiding him down between her thighs to the level where her skirt had risen to just cover her charms. He could sense her rising excitement as she used her thighs to massage and then trap his face. “So how are we going to solve this problem James.”

“I don’t know, Miss Brianna,” mumbled up from his lips causing her to smile wide and stroke his hair again.

“Well fortunately, I do know James, I know how to solve this problem, and so many others that will start to crop up between us”

She rose slowly from her chair, causing him to have to lean back slightly on his knees. He winced slightly in pain but remained where he was, at her belt level.

“Reach under my skirt and remove my panties James,” his hands rose along her thighs, slowly riding the skirt up, abruptly stopped by her hands clamping to his, “with your teeth, please. Leave your hands just wear they are, and don’t dare bite me!”

His cock felt uncomfortably trapped at a downward angle, caught and unable to rise because of his underwear. He dropped his head further to duck under and up into the darkness between her spread thighs. He soon learned it was near impossible to get up under the garment, and after struggling he heard her ask, “Would you like some help James.”

“Yes, Miss Brianna,” muffled out.

She patted his hands to hold position and drew the skirt up to waist level, revealing a lacy red thong and tanned thighs. He kept moving from hip to hip, gently tugging with his teeth, Bri edging her legs closer together to finally allow the material room to pass over her knees. He stayed with his head resting next to her heeled feet. She stepped through one opening but kept the other foot firmly planted on the ground, forcing him to remain kowtowed for just that extra couple of seconds, an effective way to confirm dominance.

She finally moved her foot out of the panties and snapped her fingers, opening her hand to accept them back. As his head rose, her three inch heels and long legs brought him level with the top of her neatly trimmed landing strip. With fingers entwined in his hair again, she held him scant inches away from the soft, black fur, the edges of her cleft smooth shaven, swollen. “Breathe through your nose, slowly. You’re going to get very well acquainted with,” taking the panties and rubbing them down and the back up her mound with a small sigh, “every bit of my pussy James.” She held him in that spot, unable to look up, down or sideways, staring for some minutes, his breathing deepening, smelling the musky arousal of her. Not particularly strong, pervasive being a better word. Exiting. His cock, having a little more room to move kept wanting to lurch up, and he desperately wished he could get it under control.

Bri casually discarded the panties next to the other pair on her desk. She trailed her fingers below his chin and tilted his head up. She noticed the slight wince as he shifted weight off of his bad knee and asked, “Does kneeling up like this hurt, James?”

“A little, Miss Brianna.”

“Mmmm, well you know, a little pain is good for the soul,” with a meaningful look, ” but today isn’t about that,” stepping back to let him rise. With the heels on, Bri was close to 6′ 0″ and still had to look up into his eyes. She loved his size and the sheer maleness of him. He did not shy away, but rather had a look of determination. She smiled to herself, imagining some of the tests she would put him through.

“Well James, I have some work to finish up.” She reached to run her hand the length of his tie. “You look handsome in that suit, lose the tie when you come to pick me up here tomorrow at 6:00. We’re going to O’Neil’s around the corner for happy hour, maybe something light to eat.” Bri looked over to the panties on her desk, “I want you to take those with you and bring them back clean. I’ve decided that if your going to cause our little panty problem, James, you should learn how to clean it up.

Jim fisted them into his large hand, and Brianna put his open hand in hers, walking him toward the office door like a girlfriend might walk with a boy carrying her books in school. His mind was trying to keep up with the sweet and spice that seemed to be Brianna, and wondering out how to accomplish this task. As if sensing his thoughts, he heard, “You hand wash them in the sink,” and he felt his own face crumble for a moment, “Mrs. Burns has the instructions written up for you, pick them up on the way out.”

She kissed his cheek, and then waited as he hesitated leaving, “Problem James?”

He was blushing to the roots of his hair, but answered, “No Miss Brianna.”

“You can put them in your pocket,” and “see you tomorrow big boy,” noticing the bulge in his trousers.

Jim tried to adjust his pants and walked out and over to Mrs. Burns desk, feeling completely mortified that this nice older lady would know he had orders from his, …. Mistress? “Ah, er, hi Mrs. Burns, I was told you had something for me,” trying to turn his hips and hide a hard-on that would only embarrass them both

“Yes James,” handing him an envelope with a completely sweet smile. James thanked her and went to exit quickly, but his humiliation was completed by, “James, you should take care to do them tonight, it will give them plenty of time to dry.” He was frozen with nothing to say, and just reacted by nodding and briskly getting out of the building.

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.”

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter Three  (See previous chapter)

Along the way to the guest bedroom, they ran into Carl and Cherry, who stopped them to ask Bri for an introduction. It turned out that both were fans of his writing. Carl, an electrical contractor and self-described sports nut inquired about his knee. The horrific knee injury Jim had suffered in the 13th game of his rookie year while returning a punt had become quite a YouTube sensation, and people still liked to talk about it, even 4 years after the fact. Jim politely related that the doctors and physical therapists had done a great job. He then skillfully steered the conversation to their earlier demonstration, thanking them for a powerfully affecting experience, before continuing on with Bri.

Bri had stood off to the side observing him with the couple. “You have a nice way with people,” she complimented, leaving him feeling pleased and now a bit tongue tied.

They stepped through an open doorway into a small tastefully furnished sitting room, around the corner from which Jim was sure he heard muffled groans. Walking deeper into the room, he was confronted by the site of two fleshy, but well maintained older blondes sitting on top of an unidentified man, lying outstretched on a huge four poster bed. If that weren’t interesting enough, both were holding lit candles.

“Bri!” the women squealed in unison. She took hold of his hand possessively before the the blonde on the right, sitting astride the man’s thighs said, “You found us, and…my, my my…. brought a very attractive present.”

The other blonde, sitting on the man’s face, piped in, “Come on up girl, we have an extra candle, and I’d love to see HIM squirming under you, or better yet, under me.”

Jim stood there wearing the bemused smile he was getting used to making, and was happy Bri took control of the situation.

“Ladies, stop scaring the young man, and you both know he’s not allowed to play tonight. James, I’d like you to meet Heidi and Hayley, we affectionately refer to them as the Hell Sisters.”

Hayley, the blonde at the bottom end giggled, causing a few drops of candle wax to fall on the trapped man’s inner thigh, perilously close to his ball sac. His high pitched groan caused Heidi’s moan, and her own spill onto his chest, eliciting even more noise and pleasure for her.

“Oopsie” Haley laughed to her friend.

“Mmmm..no need to apologize dear.”

Bri shook her head in mock reproach, “You two are very bad, bad girls. Who is that poor soul.”

“It’s Jeannie’s boy, Steve,” replied Heidi.

“And where is Mistress Jeannie?”

“She couldn’t come till later, and was really sweet about letting us have him for awhile. I called her earlier in the week after Stevie here” Hayley , gently stroking his erection, “did some tree work for us at the house. He looked so cute in the hard hat, work belt and boots that Heidi and I both begged her to let us thank him.” She spilled another drop on his other thigh.

“Ohhh!… and we’ll be thanking him till Jeannie comes to get him,” enthused Heidi.

“Well, try not to use him all up,” Bri laughed, giving Jim’s hand an affectionate squeeze and tug, “I have to get James here back to Mistress Sue.”

“Sure, sure,” Hayley intoned with a wink, “I don’t’ blame you for keeping him to yourself,” then to Jim in a fake whisper of conspiracy, “if she let’s you off the leash James, make sure you look for us.”

“Very, very, bad, bad girls.”

“Bye James,” they sang out in unison, and just beyond the door way he heard one of the tormenters say, “Together this time.” “Aaaaahh…”

Bri had them headed for a short flight of steps near the front of the house, still holding his hand. Amanda, situated at the top of the steps started down when she spotted them coming.

“You know the wax only stings for a few seconds before cooling,” conversationally.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Good, a new experience someday”, she said cryptically

“So the girls seemed keen to get you into their clutches back there, I’m sure you’ve been, the meat in the middle of a girl sandwich, right James?”

“Once back in college, but really prefer my sexual encounters to be one on one,” said with sincerity.

Bri joked back, “ You mean you and your right hand.”

She pivoted sharply when he stopped without letting go of her hand, his head cocked and eyes all attitude like “c’mon now.”

“Just kidding, just kidding,” freeing her hand and raising it with the other in a gesture of mock surrender. Bri smiled inwardly, really pleased she’d found a way to let him win a hand in their little game. He didn’t know it yet but she was about to raise the stakes considerably.

Bri had neatly led them back to the foyer and front door. Sue was just coming out of the kitchen as they arrived.

“Well there you are. James, thanks for helping Ron earlier, we really appreciated it.”

“Hey, take me to play golf at a great course, let me win, I’ll lift anything for you.”

“Well let’s all head back inside and see what fun I’ve been missing.”

Bri had been standing with an enimagtic little smile during this exchange and motioned Sue to stop, “Sue, James was actually just leaving.”

James looked incredulously at Bri and heard Sue say, “No!..Really! But James you’ve been here less than 2 hours, things are just warming up.”

Before he could speak up, Bri shushed him, and told Sue, “Yes, James needs to go home and use the rest of the weekend to work up the courage to call on Monday, and ask me out on our first date.”

“Oh James, that’s wonderful,” enthused Sue.

“I never…” and was quieted by Bri’s finger.

“James, when you call,” showing him a business card, and then while he was still stunned, reaching around to place it in his back pocket and copping a feel of his ass, “you’ll get my secretary, Mrs. Burns. Ask for Miss Brianna and tell her your name, she’ll know to put you through to me. Don’t worry about when or where we’ll go, or whether you’ll get a goodnight kiss afterwards, I’ll take care of all those decisions,…. all you have to do is call.” “Now James,” her finger tracing a line from his lips to cheek and up around his ear, “this is important, I want you to call between three and four o’clock,…..if it’s after four, don’t bother,” with an affectionate tap to his cheek.

“Why would I ever call you for a date?”

The hand on his ass snaked around his hip and brushed across his engorged member. Her eyes said “Gotcha”, and sex seemed to ooze from every pore as she smoldered, “For a chance at orgasms so strong you’d be willing to change your name…….James.”

She spun and started toward the kitchen door, calling over her shoulder, “Good night, and remember, 4:01 is too late.”

He looked to Sue in amazed confusion, “Can you please tell me what the hell just happened here?”

Wearing a pleased look she said “I can’t do that James. What I can tell you, is that Ron and I really enjoy your company,” stepping into and pulling him down to kiss his cheek, “and our advice is to take this chance sweetie, make that call.”

Sue stepped past him and opened the door outside, “Have a great weekend, James”.

Sue closed the door and bee-lined for the kitchen. She smiled in vindication, remembering how before the party Bri had acted put upon by the idea having to escort her guest. She railed that it had been a hard week at work, and all she wanted was to relax at the party. She let Sue know several times that her acceptance was only due to their friendship and she would be a half-hearted tour guide at best.

Entering, Sue raised the back of her hand to her forehead and announced theatrically, “I could have been a star.” Cassie, Bri and Amanda, all laughed together. “I didn’t oversell the surprise of his leaving, did I,” she questioned Bri.

Bri stuck out her tongue, and then acknowledged that Sue had been correct, James was both gorgeous and interesting.

Cassie, who’d been sitting at the kitchen table with her leg propped up, looked at Eddie washing serving trays. She pointed to the ground at her feet and he quickly came and knelt. As she was removing his gag she told him, “You can go to the pool house and wait for us to get there, and Eddie, I swear if I hear one more word about my foot from you tonight, I’ll soak this gag in a toilet full of my piss and you’ll wear it for the whole weekend. Understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” he managed to croak, leaving immediately.

“Now, Amanda,” she continued with a wink at Bri, “start at the beginning again, and tell Sue and I about the whole night, especially, how angry Mistress Bri got when he was flirting at the bar.”

The coy looks Sue and Cassie exchanged told Bri all she needed to know about how deftly she been set up. She knew they loved and wanted only the best for her, a relationship with a man she’d be proud to call her own. She had other subs she’d enjoyed for short periods of time, but never one who lasted. She had a sneaking suspicion James might be different. He had a quiet strength that she would never want to change, but would love bend to her will.

Bri shivered at the thought of his coming call.

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

As the door to Shallara’s apartment edged open, Tim felt as if his heart had stopped beating. The self assured executive that had stood at this door just a couple of weeks ago had been transformed into someone who was nervous and needed reassuring. His hands were clammy and he felt short of breath. His bowels felt as if they were turning to water.

Shallara’s smile seemed to melt him. She seemed almost compassionate as she reached out and took his had. “Come in, Tim, let’s go through to the sitting room.” Once again, she was elegantly dressed. A rust colored summer frock seemed to trace out the curves on her slight body, and set off her short blond hair. Her tanned, slender calves seemed to flow down into delicate feet that ended in eye-catching red painted toe-nails. High heeled sandals, strappy and fire-engine red, made her seem taller than she really was, and they seemed to float across the deep piled, cream carpet as she led the way into the living area.

He was relieved to see that Ariella wasn’t in the apartment; simply recalling the embarrassment of his previous two encounters with her made him burn with shame. Shallara led him back to the couch in front of the fireplace and sat him down. As if in a dream, he watched her as she elegantly picked up that distinctive bottle of Laphroaig Islay whisky, and splashed a measure of it into the crystal glass. As she handed it to him, the light sparkled off the cut glass, glowing golden from within.

The peaty aroma from the scotch seemed to mingle with the smoke from the hearth. Just a sip of it and he seemed to find himself drifting into a relaxed state. He sensed Shallara standing behind him, and the tension melted away as she gently massaged his shoulders. The haunting tones of Enya’s Orinocco Flow seemed to drag him down deeper and deeper into a comfortable trance. He could hear the word “Mysteria” being whispered over an over again in Shallara’s silky voice. It seemed to come originate from right within his head, and it was pleasantly re-assuring.

And then he realized that he had entered another world completely. It was comfortingly familiar, and as he looked around, he noticed the sensuous ladies in sun-frocks gliding along the paths in a lush garden. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees, casting the garden in a radiant, golden glow. Totally at peace with life, he felt overcome with a feeling of well-being and total relaxation. The gentle rubbing on his knotted shoulders had stopped, and he felt Shallara’s presence on the couch next to him.

“Welcome to Mysteria, Tim. I believe Ariella brought you down here last week. Nod your head if you recall this state”. Her voice was husky and sensuous, and her perfume seemed to fill his senses. Her presence seemed to have entered his very core, and he desperately wanted to be one with her. In his drowsy state he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “And Tim, I believe that she suggested to you that you would love to wear red silk boxers. They feel so good and so right”. He felt her fingers play lightly across his crotch. “Nod your head if you now wear red silk boxers, Tim”. Again, the faint nod.

“That really pleases me, Tim. You love to please your Lady Shallara. Such a good boy!”. Tim felt his feeling of well being move up to another level. Somehow, she had managed to slip his zipper down, and he could feel his manhood start to harden as she rubbed him delicately through the silk material. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” she asked again. “And as good as it feels Tim, it can feel even better. Listen carefully. I want you to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy a few pairs of red silk panties. It is for me, Tim. Whatever you think would please me. Whatever you think would turn me on. Nod your head if you want to do this for me, Tim”

“But Tim”, she continued, “You are to buy them in a size that will fit you. And whenever you come to see me, you will be wearing red silk panties. It will feel so right, Tim. It will excite you that you are doing this for me. ..and now Tim, we must go deeper, because there is something else I want to tell you. Deeper down now. Feel yourself relaxing further and further. Feel how good it feels to sink into a deeper and deeper trance. All you can hear now is my voice. It seems to be entering every pore of your body. ….”

Her voice seemed to drone on and on. And then suddenly, it stopped, and once again, as he surfaced to a lighter trance, he heard her again. It was as if time had been interrupted, and he had absolutely no recollection of what she had gone on in the interim.

“Before we leave Mysteria, Tim, there is something else I want to tell you. You really will please me if you always kneel in my presence Tim. My apartment is just another place in Mysteria, and you know that males always kneel before their Ladies in Mysteria Whenever you first enter into my presence in Mysteria, I expect you to request permission to undress. You will carefully fold your clothes and place them in a neat stack in my coat cupboard. And then you will kneel, dressed only in your silk underwear. You really want to serve me well, and please me, don’t you Tim? Nod your head if you want to serve and please me in Mysteria please.” The nod was barely noticeable. “I am going to count you up now, from one to five, and then we are going to have a chat. At the count of five, you will be wide awake and alert. Now, one, you feel the energy coming back into your body, two……..and five, wide awake and ready to serve”.

As Tim came back to a fully awake state, he sat up and looked at the lady sitting on the chair next to him. He made a move, but she motioned him to sit still. “Tim, there is something I need to tell you. I need your conscious mind to understand what your sub-conscious mind is now up to, so that you can make the correct choices.” She smiled at him, and could imagine the turmoil that must be setting in to his mind. “Tim, Cheryl Stern told me that you had been making some inappropriate remarks in the office about…well, let’s be delicate…and say about the temperament of one of your colleagues that you attributed to a certain time of the month….shh….hear me out…please don’t interrupt !”

She reached out and clasped his hand, as she looked into his eye. “Tim, while you were…having a little nap over the last ten minutes, your subconscious and I were having a very deep chat.” She smiled. “I was explaining to it, over and over again, what the symptoms of a ladies period are.”

“Now, on an accelerated timetable, two weeks instead of four, but for only two days, you are going to feel many of the symptoms of a period. You are going to go home tonight, and in the forthcoming days, you will spend many of your spare moments doing research on the internet, understanding the cause, learning its affects. You are going to spend a few weeks being obsessed with the topic. The more your learn, the more you will sympathize. You are going to become acutely familiar with the pains in the abdomen, the bloating, the cramps. You will come to expect the nausea, headaches, and the indigestion. You are going to feel and live through it, and I am sure you will start feeling extremely empathetic to your female colleagues in the future! In fact, you are going to feel so empathetic, that you are going to start experiencing a period.”

Shallara watched him flush. “Live through the first two periods and experience what it is really. Reflect on how you start to react, how your emotional state changes. Use this as a period of reflection. It will only be after that, and only if I have an opening in my schedule, will I consider booking you an appointment to do some …let’s call it, feminization empathy counseling with you. We will do some female related activities together that you find so….so….irritating and trivial.”

Shallara stood up, and indicated to the very red faced Tim that the session was over. She took him by the hand and led him to the door. “Enjoy your lingerie shopping,! Oh…one other thing, Tim…” He looked at her expectantly. He seemed to her that he was crushed. The arrogant male that had come into her life just a few weeks ago was no longer. “Tim, next time you come, after a decent period… ”.

Shallara gave a dramatic and exaggerated pause, waiting for the pun to register, and then continued, “…you need to come here with a purse in hand, and inside that purse, I expect to find a bottle of facial cleanser and makeup remover”.

As the door closed behind him, she shucked off her heels, and moved over to her desk phone. “Ariella sweet ….it is me! This is going to be so much fun….”

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter Two (See previous chapter)

(This is a novella that will be published one chapter at a time.)

About halfway across the room he heard “Bri” shouted out and changed direction to follow her toward a low rise table with couches on opposite sides. A mature woman with short cropped salt and pepper hair stood next to a couch holding a leash attached to a younger man kneeling up on the couch, and pressed into his owner’s side. Bri walked up and hugged the woman affectionately, “Cassie, it’s great to see you. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” as Jim noticed the short-leg immobilization boot on her L foot and leg, “broke a bone in my foot and have to wear this thing for 6 weeks.”

“You should be more careful, rock climbing is dangerous, you know.”

“I know, I know,” Cassie waved dismissively.

During the ladies exchange, Jim had a quick opportunity to notice the young man on the couch. The only things he had on were a leather pouch around his cock and balls, along with a thick black ball gag. Cassie had shifted slightly to display him in front of her and was now gently running her fingers through his hair.

“So, what did Eddie do to earn the silent treatment tonight?” Bri quipped.

“He keeps telling me to elevate my foot, and I got tired of hearing it, So,” tapping on the gag with her well manicured finger, “ problem solved.”

“Cassie,” Bri exclaimed, “are you supposed to have your foot up?”

Eddie looked up to Bri and answered with an affirmative nod, getting an ear flick for his trouble, along with, “Remember pet, I do have a posture collar out in the car.”

Bri and Cassie both broke into giggles, but Bri did make her promise not walk around all night, causing Eddie to smile as best he could around the gag.

Jim patiently waited for Bri’s introduction to her friend, “Cassie, I’d like you to meet…” and was neatly cut off by,

“Jim,” as he shook Cassie’s hand, quite pleased with himself at taking back a little control.

Bri’s eyes whipped up to him, and then back to Cassie, “Would you excuse us”, her hand reaching out to Jim’s forearm, clamping like a vise. Cassie took immediate note of the strength Bri was exerting, along with the look in her eye and tone of her voice. “Of course, dear,” Cassie’s own eyes danced merrily, “You go take care of this and I’ll catch up with you later.”

Jim was surprised by the strength she possessed as she led him toward a quieter corner. Her hand felt electric on his arm. Oh, he could have stopped her, but felt satisfaction that he’d finally got to her. She wheeled and spoke in a tightly controlled voice, “James, I thought we decided earlier what we would call you.”

“Wait just a minute, YOU decided….”

“That’s right,” slicing into his thought, “I decided, what I want to know RIGHT NOW, is are we going to have to do this same song and dance every time your introduced, because if that’s the case, it’s going to become a VERY tedious evening for both of us.”

They stared unblinking directly into each others’ eyes.

Ron was just coming in from the patio, and later in bed with Sue, would liken the scene to those epic stare downs between Ali/Frazier. It seemed to go on for several minutes, neither willing to give an inch.

Jim finally gave an almost imperceptible nod of acceptance. He was immediately graced with a smile that reminded him of sunrise, slowing building in brilliance. Her eyes shone with a look he’d seen on a hundred practice and playing fields. A look he and his teammates exchanged after a great play or defeating a tough opponent. VICTORY.

She stepped in close enough for him to smell the vanilla and berry scent of her shampoo, linking her arm through his, whispering up, “Good boy.” His breath slowly escaped, and Jim kept his gaze locked on her, so damn beautiful, with just a hint of teasing smugness staring back at him. Butterflies were twitching in his stomach, like right before a big game in college, or that first preseason game rookie year with the Chargers. He felt off balance and annoyed with himself, made worse by the creeping level of excitement caused by her body’s heated touch. Like coaches had taught all his life, he slowed the rioting thoughts in his head and tried to focus on the moment.

It was then that he noticed the absolute silence in the room.

Jim jerked his head up and around, realizing different clusters of people throughout the room were absorbed in watching their little one act play. His neck muscles bunched and he drew in a sharp breath, as the embarrassment of being observed started to override all else. He’d played in the Big House, the Coliseum, in front of a hundred thousand for christ’sakes, but never felt this level of growing panic in his gut. He nonchalantly tried to pull away from Bri, needing space, preferably the front seat of his car.

Bri recognized his rising anxiety immediately, held on tighter, and said, “James, I want you to look at ME right now. Just look at me and listen. I want you to escort me outside, please.” Keeping herself pressed to his side, she started them toward the door, all the while gently massaging his arm where her nails had dug earlier. He picked up on the cue of her movement and would have started dragging her if she hadn’t said, “Please go slow and relax.” Her soothing voice and warm closeness were the only things cutting through the fog in his mind, and he obeyed instinctively. She hugged his arm all that much tighter and her calm began to envelope both of them like a welcome blanket. He started to hear the sounds of general party conversation and realized nobody was paying any particular attention to their exit.

Ron, had stepped back outside, waiting for them to get through the door before sliding up next to the couple.

“Hi Mistress Bri,” leaning in to kiss her cheek, while simultaneously noting that Jim still had a little bit of that deer in the headlights look about him. “Mistress, I hate to impose, but I could really use some muscle to help carry an X-frame down to the pool house and get it set up. I promise it won’t take long.” Looking over at Jim, “You mind?”

Jim jumped at the offer like a lifeline, “No problem.”

Bri could have kissed Ron full on the mouth for being here, aware Jim needed a little distance, but she still held on to his arm, using the opportunity for a further lesson.

“James, technically, I’m responsible for you, and really shouldn’t allow you to wander off without asking permission.”

Jim was willing to swallow all pride for the chance to clear his head, so the words tumbled out of his mouth, “Bri is it ok if I help out.”

“Brianna,” she intoned, “Please, use Brianna.” She was relieved and secretly pleased to see the flash of defiance in his eyes. She watched the internal struggle playing out all over his face, becoming slightly nervous that he’d tell her to fuck off. Composure slowly won out, along with a bit of attitude that announced “alright, I’ll play your game for now”.

She rewarded him with another of those sunburst smiles when he said, “Bianna, may I please go help?”

“Sure,” she continued, “while your gone I’m going to run use the ladies room. James, please stop by the bar when you’re done and get me a glass of chardonnay, I’ll meet you over there where the tables are set up.”

Ron started off and Jim never felt so glad to have something to do. Ron reached out to Jim’s shoulder and gave a quick “guy” shove, asking, “When did you change to James?”

Jim threw on the brakes and rounded on the other man, when he looked up to see Ron ready to crack up, they both started laughing hard, and then harder still. The perfect nervous tension release he needed.

“No, really,” Ron asked, when they finally started breathing normally, “What do you think so far, is it what you expected?”

“Yes and no. The leather, the restraints, the collars,” indicating toward Ron’s neck, “Yes.” “Brianna…well I couldn’t have dreamed her up.”

“Yeah, she’s great isn’t she. Sue and I love her”

“Really?” Jim asked incredulously as Ron nodded a vigorous yes.

“Beautiful, smart, successful, what’s not to like.”

“Well first off, she thinks I’m here for her amusement.” Ron just smiled and let the comment pass. “What does she do for a living, or does she just have a bunch of submissive sugar daddies.”

“She’s a partner at a corporate law firm in the city.”

“She’s a lawyer? And a partner? How old is she?”

“Yeah, a real good lawyer, we practice different areas of law, but I know some guys downtown who really respect her. And I guess she’s in her early thirties.” Jim shook his head while processing this new information, then changed the conversation by slyly throwing in, “So is this whole place swimming with sharks.”

Ron laughed, “No, just 4 or 5 of us……..” “James”

“Yeah, yeah,yeah,” Jim fielded the good natured barb and shot back, “Nice Under Armour.” It was Ron’s turn to chuckle, because beside Sue’s collar all he wore was a pair of Under Armour boxer/briefs that hugged his ass and upper legs like a second skin. He was an inch taller than Jim’s 6’ 2”, not as sculpted, but in terrific shape for a guy his age, due to a daily workout program Sue insisted on. She liked to show him off to her friends. “Hey, you see the collar, I’ve absolutely no control over what I wear on a party night. Speaking of the collar, c’mon, we’ve got to get this done or it will literally be my ass.”

Twenty five minutes later, after hauling the heavy apparatus to the pool house [which was actually bigger than the house he grew up in] Jim was heading back to the bar. His time with Ron had been enlightening. Jim had wondered at Ron’s comfort level around a large crowd, did he worry about someone telling his colleagues or neighbors. “Never. Listen, everyone here tonight enjoys some form of power exchange, some practicing it on a more daily basis than Sue and I, some less, but virtually all of us behind closed doors. Once a month this 60 or 70 people get together and have chance to feel like a community, and live our fantasies for a night, together, in a private setting. Trust me, we love this precious time, and no one wants to act up and be ostracized. Plus, the vetting process to even be here is pretty serious. You had 2 people besides Sue and I, who spoke up for you after checking you out. A full back-round check, and that was just to be a guest.”

Walking up to the bar, he spied a voluptuous, spiky haired blonde wearing what he now thought of as the obligatory collar marking her as submissive. She started toward him down the length the bar, with that friendly, bartender smile and a San Diego State football jersey, cut so it barely hid her full bouncy tits, “Go Aztecs,” he shouted out. She laughed, did a half pirouette and flexed a faux double biceps pose before turning back and repeating back to him, “Go Aztecs.”

“Hi, I’m Tina and your James,” she stated.

He bowed his head deeply and looked up all charming, “My name has preceded me I see.”

“The shirt marks you, and we scope out and gossip about the newbies pretty quick. Plus,” she said reaching for a wine glass and bottle, “Mistress Bri stopped by to let me know what she needed.”

“Figures, “he said, somehow feeling more at ease with the whole situation, then bantered further, “So what does the gossip say?”

She looked surprised at the question, but then shot back, “That you’re hot as hell, and that the two of you look great together.”

“Something I don’t think is likely. What do you have besides wine.”

“Beer. Just wine and beer on party nights.”

“I’ll take a Miller Lite if you have one.”

She made a mock sad face, “I’m sorry James, you need permission from Mistress Bri for any alcohol.”

“I don’t suppose she granted that while she was here.”

“No,” she said twisting the cap off a bottle of water, “but she told me to give you this along with her wine.”

He hung his head low and laughed, looking back up at Tina, “I walked right into that one, didn’t I.”

“Yep.”

“Well, thanks for the drinks, Tina,” he said while reaching for his wallet to leave a tip.

“Oh no, no money allowed James.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’m getting paid tonight with free nipple piercings .”

His eyes shot open, “Ah, well,…good luck with that.”

“Thanks, and good luck with Mistress.”

Bri had been sitting at the pub height table going over instructions with Amanda when she spotted him walk up to the bar. He moved with an absolutely sexy confidence, clueless to his effect. Her pussy had already ruined one pair of panties during their earlier test of wills. She’d needed to take them off in the bathroom. He stood with his back to them, chatting with Tina, all perfect V from his broad shoulders to his narrow little waist. And that ass, “Oh my God” she thought, so scrumptious, she just wanted to bite into it. He looked back over his shoulder after accepting the water to offer a sardonic half- smile that conveyed amused understanding She could already feel the leather at her crotch slickening with her juices. Her nipples were tell-tale bullets, and she was glad the bra she had on had some padding to make them a little less visible.

She was getting antsy, and slightly pissed by the amount of time he was spending with Tina. Almost irritated enough to go over, grab his ear, and drag him away from the little slut, but refrained, knowing Tina was delivering her next lesson.

When he finally had his back to the bar, Tina signaled, her with a thumbs up, letting Bri know he now understood the need for her permission, even when she wasn’t directly present.

Bri studiously avoided noticing him until he was halfway across the open space, motioning Amanda to leave before he arrived.

Jim saw Amanda depart just as he was heading back to Bri, almost sure that she’d been watching them from the upstairs balcony earlier. He handed Bri her glass and did a little shake with the water bottle, sarcastically adding, “I mean really, you shouldn’t have.”

“Your very welcome,” adding just a hint more sugar to her honeyed voice. “Please,” indicating the chair across the small round table, “tell me about yourself.”

He pulled out the Reader’s Digest version, Bri interrupting him only to clarify on couple of the highlights. Born in San Diego. Parents died in a car crash when he was 5 and his sister was 8. Raised in Santa Barbra by his loving Aunt Jane and Uncle Fred. Good kid who was a three sport star and A student. Good enough football player to be recruited nationally, ended up at Michigan because he loved the coach. Had a cup of coffee with the Chargers. Got hurt and had a lot of free time between therapy sessions so wrote a book. Got lucky that people liked it. Loved his aunt,uncle, sister, her husband, and two little nieces.

“So, what about you,” he quieried.

“Let’s save that for another time, shall we,” as she noticed Amanda’s return.

“Mistress, James might be interested in what’s going on in the upstairs guest bedroom.”

“Hi again, Amanda.”

“Hi yourself James, having a good night.”

“You know, just a typical Friday night for me,” eliciting genuine amusment from both women.

“James, leave the bottle here, I’ll take you upstairs with me,” Bri said, adding to Amanda, “Please let Mistress Sue know I’ll be around to see her shortly.”

She motioned to the doorway back inside, “You go first James, you got to check out my ass on the way down, remember, my turn this time.”

He started out with an exaggerated little grind that had the girls laughing again, then settled into comfortable strides that had Bri quick timing to keep up. He waited at the bottom of the stairs, offering his arm in a gentlemanly manner. Bri nodded a gracious acceptance and then guided him up and toward the far end of the house.

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?”

by Golfer © 2009

Chapter One

(This is a novella that will be published one chapter at a time.)

Jim eased his BMW  M5  into the long driveway of a small mansion in one of the better suburbs of San Diego.  There were quite a few cars lined up already, some larger sedan’s and even a few exotiques.  He parked, checked his hair and teeth in the mirror, and walked up toward a well lit path that led to the front door.

He felt a little funny in the white silk shirt, black pants and shoes he had on, not because they were unusual, but because Sue had said they were mandatory for this event.  She explained to him earlier in the week that his outfit would mark him as a guest and newbie at this private play party.

He wondered again how Sue and her husband Ron had talked him into attending.  He wasn’t himself a kinkster and was originally just trying to come up with a BDSM scene for his next novel.  Researching stories caused him to stumble upon a Ms.suetoyou.  She had authored a number of stories, mostly femdom, that never failed to make him hard and keep him interested to the end.  He’d e-mailed her complimentary remarks and they wound up becoming typing buddies.  She recognized him for being a best selling novelist who lived in the same city, and eventually the three of them met for dinner.  Sue and Ron were just forty, married, with a teenage son and would seem to have little in common with a 26 year old writer and former pro football player, but it had been a great evening.  They spent hours talking and laughing well after the meal.  Their Mistress/slave lifestyle fascinated Jim, how they’d started it to spice things, and how it had matured too their current comfort level.  They told a wildly entertaining story of almost getting caught by their son one night, each finishing the others’ sentences.

Jim was surprised when Ron, a successful tax attorney, had called asking him to play golf.  At the end of a terrific day, Ron had put Sue on the phone and she made sure he said yes to attending one their friends’ gatherings.  Ron shrugged, laughed, and told Jim he’d made the right decision by agreeing, because eventually she would get her way.

So……here he was at the front door, slightly unnerved, but having been assured by Sue that he would not be participating in any scenes, merely there as a guest to observe.

The door opened like magic before he could get to the buzzer, revealing a petite woman with enormous breasts. Really well formed surgical enhancements that were DD or E cup at least.  Little jeweled bells hung from pierced nipples, and tinkled musically when she giggled at him, his eyes finally finding hers.  She wore a silver collar, thong and heels as she reached out to shake his hand, like it was completely normal to be almost naked at the front door.

“I’m Mary, welcome to my home.  Mistress Sue is in the kitchen and will be right out to join you.” She spun and did a sexy wiggle down a long foyer, leaving him standing inside the entrance, feeling like a dolt for not even saying a word.  “Welcome to Oz” echoed in his brain, along with the thought that he better mentally prepare for what was sure to be a different night.

There was a large well furnished living room off to his left, the handful of people in it nodded in notice, and then returned to their respective conversations.  Sue came through a archway on the right, beaming happily at him.  The first time they’d met, her short sassy hair, stylishly casual clothes and bouncy personality had made him think she was the perfect little soccer mom.  Tonight, dressed in a leather mini-skirt high heeled boots, and a tight black tank top, he would have to revise his opinion.  The short riding crop hanging off her wrist completed an image he newly cataloged as soccer mom/domme.

“Hey Jim, so glad you could come tonight”, and she chuckled as he reminded her she’d been pretty insistent.

Another woman had trailed Sue through the archway and was hanging back while Sue kissed his cheek. Long dark hair pulled back from her face in a pony tail, liquid chocolate eyes with a vaguely Asian cast, and full lips pursed just so, as if she were examining him.

“Jim, I’m the kitchen boss tonight,” and Sue explained, after seeing his bemused smile, “I’m the Mistress in charge of making sure the slaves get the hors d’Oeurves out soon, and for setting up a light buffet for later.”  She continued, “I’m also responsible for you as my guest, but don’t want you hanging out for half the party in the kitchen.”  “So my very dear friend, Bri”, she gestured to the young stunner, “said she’d be happy to be your chaperone till I get done,” a little slap with the crop to her boot, “supervising.”

He gave an amused snort to Sue while turning and extending his hand.  “Hi, I’m Jim, pleased to meet you.”

“Really,” Bri quizzed, “I’m sure I like you better as James”

“No, Jim is fine,” a little unsure of himself.

Sue watched the little exchange and gave Bri a knowing look, “Bri, you play nice,” and made a shooing gesture as she cooed, “you two kids go have a good time now.”

“James, just follow me.”  She didn’t look back as she strode confidently down the hallway.  Jim threw a questioning glance at Sue, who just arched both eyebrows and made a double shooing move with her hands.

He started after the lithe figure, getting a chance to admire the leather pants molded to her long legs.  The ass was mouth-watering, and she had that perfect gap between her upper thighs, giving her a loose, gliding gait.

She turned suddenly, just short of the doorway at the end of the hall, and his momentum almost ran her down.  He felt foolish for not paying attention, or actually paying too much attention.

“Enjoying the view”, she smirked up into his face.

“Absolutely,” he bantered back quickly, more confident than he felt.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, she turned and went through the door into what could only be described as the great room.  The whole back of the house was a 40 foot floor to ceiling window.  They were on the upper floor which appeared to be a circular structure with many adjoining rooms and a hole cut into the middle of the floor, with a grand staircase leading downstairs.  She headed for the stairs, and at the bottom held her hand up, like a driver signaling stop.

“Just wanted to give you a heads up, in case you were still focusing on my ass,” her voice like a shot of whiskey in a jar of honey.

“No, actually I was admiring the house.”

“Bullshit”

Just then a cute redhead with a girl next door face, wearing a corset that kept her hands cuffed to her sides scampered up to Bri.

“Hi, Mistress Bri.  Mistress Sue told me to find you when Master Carl was going to start his flogging demonstration in play area number 1.”

“Hi Amanda, and where is your master tonight?”

“Away on business,”” the readhead sulked prettily, “but he wanted me to be here to help in the kitchen.  Plus he knows I love Mary’s parties.”

“You’ll have to tell me sometime what you did to thank him for letting you out tonight.”  indicating Jim, Bri continued, “ Amanda, I’d like you to meet James, a guest of Mistress Sue’s.”

“Hello James.”

“Nice to meet you Amanda.  You can call me Jim.”

“No Amanda,” Bri looked at him pointedly, “you’ll call him James, and we’ll be happy to follow you to the demonstration.”

Amanda looked at Bri and said, “James it is, Mistress,” and then had the good sense to turn and start moving before smiling to herself.  Wow, she thought, Mistress Bri’s with one hot newbie tonight.  Poor guy doesn’t stand a chance.

Jim was about to speak up, having had about enough of this name change nonsense, when Bri raised a finger to her lips as they came up on a group of 10 or 12 spectators. They were watching a slight, bespectacled man who reminded him of a college history teacher swing a club with knotted leather tendrils against the large backside of a woman who stood with her legs spread and hands cuffed to her leather collar.  He swung the device methodically, and it fell with heavy slaps that echoed in the small alcove.  He worked both cheeks, then each thigh, stopping when she finally whimpered, “Please.”  The professor then picked up a smaller instrument with soft, smooth, leather strips, and began an underhand motion, gently but insistently striking up at her pussy.  Jim wasn’t sure how many strokes occurred as she started to moan and then tremble in what seemed a convulsive orgasm.  The man let her enjoy the fullness of her pleasure before gently cradling her spent form.  The small gathering started to disperse quickly, with Jim hearing murmurs of thanks and appreciation  directed to the participants, everyone watching seeming to know that the couple needed some time too themselves.

After drifting a little distance from the scene, Bri stopped to ask him if he’d ever witnessed anything like that.

“No,” he replied, thoughts of the name situation temporarily vanished, “I’ve read about it, watched some internet videos…. but that……nothing I’ve seen had that kind of power and intimacy combined.  I’m mean, they were so into it I don’t think they knew we were there.”

“You’re very perceptive James, Carl and Cherry, have been playing together for a long time.  They trust each other implicitly and are comfortable enough to share themselves for our entertainment.”

“Is that how you like your entertainment Bri?” he needled, more relaxed after her compliment, “tying up a sub and going to work on them?”

She cocked her head quizzically and asked, “James, you would mind saying the name Brianna out loud for me please?”

“You really have some kind of name fetish, huh.”  “Sure you don’t want me to call you Mistress,” he challenged.

“Ooohh, not just yet James, you’ll have to work hard to earn that.” “Now, would you just say Brianna….. please?”

Not sure if she was joking, he hesitated before saying, “Brianna,” in his clear, deep voice.

“You know, you have a wonderful man-sexy voice, it goes right through a girl.  I  just love the way my name sounds in your mouth,” sincerely stunning him, she continued on, “But to answer your question, first, I generally prefer my playtime a bit more private, and second, when I use a crop, or a flogger, a wooden spoon even, it’s usually to correct some misbehavior.  Don’t get me wrong, a good punishment can sometimes lead to hot sex, but  when it comes to a boy’s pleasure, I generally like to control that by other means,” ending with a seductive wink.

Jim was relieved when she turned [his dick was getting uncomfortably noticeable in his pants] and started across the room toward the open patio doors saying, “C’mon, it’s a nice night, let go outside to the bar, then I’ll show you down to the pool and the gardens.”

(To be continued)

by Matthew © 2009

I’m a guy. A man. So sometimes, on occasion when I’m surfing the Internet I look at porn. Well, okay, maybe more than sometimes. A lot. Like I said, I’m a guy. And there is a lot to look at. You can find stuff that caters to ANY conceivable fetish that you have…

I was looking for something…something different. Something to appease the dark and twisted desire demon deep inside…something out of the mainstream. You would think that the subject of Female Domination would be out of the mainstream, but there seems to be quite a bit of it out there. So many Mistresses, so alike. How many leather wearing Ladies holding whips posing in front of wooden frames do you need to see before you get bored? And you’ll see a lot. All promising a painful playtime. So long as you pay. And pay. Not for me. No, I want something more…deeper…more personal…something like…Hypnosis?

There are Dominants who promise to Hypnotize, to steal your will, to bind you in chains that no key can possibly unlock, to control you in ways in which you don’t realize until it is too late. Could this be what will finally grab my desire and hold it? So tempting. And again so many to choose. Assuming I had the choice. Magical Sorceresses, Silver-tongued Sirens, Seductive Dominas all with flashy websites and flashy promises of Knowing Just What You Need.  So I tried them all. Well, at least all the free samples I could get!

Quickly I realized that there were basically two types of Hypnotic Dominants. Let’s just call them the “real” and the “fake”. Now, the fake ones are those who see it as a sideline, just another facet of their business. Their business being primarily talking on the phone to some guy with his dick in his hand and smacking some Bad Businessman on the ass with a ruler during his lunch break. She will talk a good script but talk is all it is. No effort. No training. Not for me. The real ones are the ones who actually study and understand Hypnosis. Why some even have actual degrees in it! And they understand psychology. And they understand the male psyche in particular. Which does not require a degree. She will craft a trance, boy let me tell you! With music and sounds and sexy voices. I have gotten lost in some of those… …um, anyway. But even among the “real” Hypnotic Dominants there are two types. Let’s just call them: “Those in it for the money” and “Those in it for the love of Hypnosis”. Just between you and me, I think I prefer the latter.

So it would seem I still had a choice to make, even among the “for the money” Dommes there were some very appealing, dare I even say Hypnotic alternatives.

But then I stumbled upon Her site.

I don’t even remember how I found her site. Must have been a link from a link from somewhere else, but there I was. Simple, homespun almost. No flashy graphics or animations. No music or sexy come-ons. Just a simple welcome to the page of Miss–well, I can’t give her name really. I mean I want to. I really do. But I just…can’t. But I can say it’s an ordinary name. As She is, to all appearances an ordinary Woman. And we all know how appearances can be. Deceiving that is. But she is the opposite of deceiving. In fact, she is the most direct and uncomplicated Woman I would ever meet. Did I say meet? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…

Anyhow, there I was. At Her website. As I said it was different from all the others, simple and plain. No, “WeLcOmE to the Lair of MisTReSs ExOtIcaLuxus owner of Your Mind!!!11” And so I went in. Inside was equally as plain with just a simple menu and a picture. A picture of Her. At first glance she looked quite ordinary, the typical “girl next door” but as you looked at her picture you began to notice things… Like her hair, shoulder-length and brown the kind of brown that reminds you of soft autumn leaves, and how it frames her face, open and plain but with a spray of freckles across her nose that gave her a mischievous air. And her eyes, just what do you call that color? And her lips, how can a smile be an invitation and a warning at the same time? She was dressed not in any exotic costume of leather or rubber, no fishnet nor whip. Just an ordinary blouse and knee length skirt. Yet on Her they managed to both convey a sense of mature competence and display a, well, “killer” figure.

Once I tore myself from Her photo I explored the rest of the website. Which did not take long. The only menu items on the site lead to three things. There was a short section of her philosophy, an audio file to listen to and a page with a link to send Her a message.

Now Her philosophy was again simple and direct. She believes that Women were meant to rule over men. Completely. Women are desired, and men do the desiring. Men pursue Women, because they need to, and deep down they need to put themselves under the rule of a Woman. She was looking for a particular man to rule over and serve Her. In order for her to find that man she would use Hypnosis to entrance and train men, until She found the One.

Again, this was not like anything I expected after reading so many other Hypnodomme sites. This was something, well, raw and real, not like “buy my programs, then buy some more”. This was, thrilling in a way. Could She actually be serious? What happens to the men she entrances and trains and doesn’t keep? And what would it feel like to be entranced and trained by Her? At that point my penis really wanted to know.

the next menu item led me to a page with a link to download an mp3 file. There was a warning that this file contained powerful hypnotic programming and would cause irrevocable changes to any male who listened to it. Now I have heard THAT before and come out whole so I certainly was not going to believe that at face value. But somehow this warning coupled with the seriousness of the rest of the site made me pause and think, what if? Well, what if? What if it COULD do what She says it will do? What would that feel like? Is THAT the experience I have been searching for? Is it? or Isn’t it? So I downloaded the file. It took a while, it was rather large. Too big to be just a sample. Was She really giving away a full-length induction for free? I began to think that maybe, maybe this was all a clever ruse. A joke. A trap to lure unsuspecting suckers into another “pay per worship” Domina business plan. I would not fall for that!  Well, I would find out soon enough.

Finally with the download done, I pulled out my headphones and arranged a spot on the couch so I could lie down and listen.  Then I started up the mp3 and waited. And waited. I checked the screen, no it was playing; but no sound. Nothing. It WAS a joke after all! Wait, there was…something. Very faint, a whisper…words…just at the edge of my hearing…but there…words…but I can’t quite make them out. And, also a tone or tones, like a hum, did I just notice that, or was it there before? There IS something in this file after all, but what? No welcome? No explanation? No Induction? What is this? Might as well listen, I don’t really feel like getting up now anyway…

I became aware of music, I didn’t really notice it start, but all of the sudden it was just there. Sweet and mellow, violins and maybe a flute and It sounded like, like I was on one of those inflatable rafts floating aimlessly on a small pond on a sunny Summer day. Floating and drifting, gently bobbing on the water as the clouds passed lazily by…floating…drifting as the bright sun chased the breezes across the meadow…   ……. ……

“…Three…becoming aware of your surroundings…Four, eyes open now, stretching your arms and legs….And, FIVE, fully Awake and ready to start your new life! Knowing what you must do…

So yeah, I immediately went back to Her site and clicked on that last menu item. The link to send Her a message. I really had no idea why I was sending Her a message and I had no idea what I was going to say; but it didn’t really matter did it?

The End
Or, Just the beginning?