Femdom Fantasies

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.