Femdom Fantasies

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.