Femdom Fantasies

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)