Femdom Fantasies

by Golfer © 2010

Chapter Six (see previous chapter)

The next morning found Bri in her office and sitting at her desk since 7, working methodically through expert testimony in her upcoming case. It was quarter after 10 when her cell phone rang and the rush of two voices could be heard.

“So, how did everything go?- Sue

“Does he have a nice cock?- Cassie

“Cass… you can’t ask that kind of question yet. Ignore her Bri. Was he fun to be with? Was he a good kisser? Oh, and did he have a nice cock?”  Laughter from both.

Bri listened to the banter with a smile on her face, realizing her friends were checking up on her, and more than a little interested in last night’s festivities.

“OK, all kidding aside, spill it all out kiddo or we’ll come find you and drag it out of you. We want details,” stated Cassie.

Bri relaxed back in her chair and filled them in on her evening out with James. He was absolutely a joy to be with, quick witted, smart, and a very good kisser. He seemed to really enjoy being with her. He had a really nice cock, and more importantly was willing to do as she asked with it. He was the perfect little newbie sub.

“And?” Sue asked.

“And he’ll call me on Tuesday as instructed,” Bri quipped.

“Yes, yes,yes,” she heard on the other end of the phone from the dynamic duo. She went on to explain that the two of them could not have picked a worse time for her start training a novice, she was swamped at work, and any vacation time was out the window until the present litigation was completed. She explained that any training was going to have to progress slowly, and would be completely distracting.

“Do you hear me playing the world’s smallest violin for you, Bri?” Cassie stated, “and he’s supposed to be distracting, and you’re supposed to be equally distracting to him, it’s known as having the “hots” for one another, in case you forgot what that’s like.”

“Now Cassie, be nice, poor Bri needs our support,” Sue sarcastically added. “Bri darling, take your time with James, just have him ready for dinner with us in 3 weeks.”

Bri laughed.  That would be an impossible time table, but she would enjoy taking her time getting him ready for a small party in 2 to 3 months. She did confide how nervous she’d been when explaining to him what she was looking for in a man, and how relieved she’d been when he let her know he wanted to be with her, not anyone else.

Bri actually cackled when she heard the girls start singing, “James and Bri, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G………

Jim was standing in the shower trying to let the warm water ease some of the ache out of his ass. Looking in the mirror this morning, he noticed the mild bruising concentrated on the lower portion of his glutes. The soreness actually reminded him a little of what it was like to wake up the morning after a tough night game. He remembered how beautiful Brianna had looked to him before, during and especially after his punishment and felt his cock stirring to life. He looked down as if his own body was betraying him, trying to figure out how to soap the area without causing a raging hard-on. He remembered their conversation on the ride back to pick up her car.

“You realize, James, that if you’re giving me authority to train you, the first thing I’ll want to control is your orgasms. In fact, from now on the only time you get to come is when I allow it,” she smiled and lazily ran her hand along the inside of his thigh. “James, that means all of those nice morning erections you get don’t get rubbed out.”

He shot an astonished glace toward her and swerved a little when his skin got pinched by Bri for not watching the road. How did she know?

He could feel her smirking, “I know all of you boys get that good morning wood and can’t wait to spank the monkey. Just so were very clear, I do the spanking, and you wait until I’m ready to do it, understand boy.”

With a little hesitation James replied, “I understand Miss Brianna,” wondering how she would ever know.

“Oh, I suppose you could get away with jerking off everyday if you were willing to lie to me James, [ goddammit, was she psychic? ] , but you aren’t the kind of guy who agrees to live by a certain set of rules and then goes and breaks them whenever he wants.”

Damn, now he was appealing to his sense of honor and fair play, and he knew he was doomed to having to wait or do god knows what else for her permission.

They pulled up along side her car and Bri said “Look at me, James,” his eyes staring back into hers.  “I want you to call me Tuesday night at this number,” handing him a card.  “It’s my cell number.  Call at 10 0′clock so we can talk, I’d like to give you a couple of days to think about tonight to let me know what you are feeling.  But if you need me before then and don’t call me James, then I’ll be really pissed, do you understand?”

He got out “Yes Miss Brianna,” before she leaned into him and they made out thoroughly for a good 5 minutes.

She tilted him forward to kiss his forehead and told him to stay in the car and wait for her to pull out first.

Sunday night:

James had been fine all day Saturday, taking care of some shopping and other errands. He went and hit the ball great on Sunday, got home and did a couple of really productive pages of work on the book, and generally enjoyed the day. By Sunday night he was starting to feel a bit disconcerted about wanting to talk with Bri. She’d been on his mind all weekend, in good way and he wanted to call her to say hi. Really just to hear her voice. ( Damn, did he just actually think that?  He sounded like a little bitch even to himself. )  She had said Tuesday, so he resolved to wait.  It would be whole lot easier if his dick wouldn’t rear up an remind him of her several times a day.

By Monday he had worked up a thousand different reasons to call her, mainly due to the vague unease he felt about what came next. He knew he liked her, he knew she excited him, but wow, this was so different from anything he was used to.

At 8:30 Monday night he sat down and dialed her number.

“Hello,” she answered while driving home after a long day.

“Ah.. Hi, Miss Brianna”

“Hi, who is this by the way?”

James was momentarily stunned.  Did he call the right number [it sounded just like her ], or Oh God, did she have another guy, or even guys that she was seeing?  The silence was over in a second but it seemed much longer to him.

Laughing, Bri continued, “James, I’m only kidding, I know it’s you.”

“Oh, I wasn’t sure if..”

“No James, trust me, you’re the only one who calls me Miss Brianna,” seeing right into him again.  Now with mirth but a little more serious, “James, is everything all right?  I wasn’t expecting your call until tomorrow.”

“Yeah… you know what, I’m…sorry to bother you, you must be busy, I’ll call back tomorrow at ten,” physically cringing a bit in his chair at how lame that sounded.

“No, if you called it’s important to me James, I’m in the car right now but will be home soon, please call me back in 40 minutes. Ok?

“Ok. 40 minutes, umm bye.”

Sitting curled up on her couch in her comfy sweats with the phone close by,  Bri was still smiling and had been all the way home.  It would have been easy to just stop and see him, but that wasn’t part of her plan for James.  She was determined to go slow and certainly not to scare him away.

She checked caller ID and answered, “Hi, James, right on time.  I must say I like your punctuality and I’m very impressed that you addressed me properly earlier,” teasing him just a bit.

“Thanks, Miss Brianna”

“What can I help you with?”

“You know, a, nothing, I really shouldn’t have bothered you.  I’m sure your swamped with work and everything.”

“James, I’ll never be too busy to take your call or get a quick message to you about talking later.  I’ll always make time for you. Do you understand that James?”

“Yes Miss Brianna.”

“Truly understand?” she stated with a bit more conviction.

“Yes, I definitely understand.”

“Good. So, tell me, still sore from the other night?” she said with a noticeable lilt in her voice that somehow made him more comfortable.

“No, I was a little stiff on Saturday, the marks had faded pretty much by Sunday and it really didn’t hurt at all.”

“Oh good, you’re a quick healer….so tell me James, does that make you a bit nervous that I now know you heal quickly?”

“Well, it does now!” quickly adding, “Miss Brianna” to the end of his statement.

She laughed and said it was alright to dispense with formalities for just now while they were talking, and added,”James let’s make this whole conversation a bit easier for you, let me guess that you are a lot nervous about what you’ve gotten into here, and are wondering what’s next.  Have I come close to guessing how you feel?”

“Pretty darn close.”

“Ok, well as I see it nervous is fine, scared is not. So are you scared of me?”

“No.”

“Excellent, because I like making you just a little nervous James, it makes you so adorable.” Causing him to grin and blush at the same time. Brianna went on to explain to him that if he was ever really scared of something he should say “yellow”, and they would immediately stop to talk about whatever situation they were in.   Likewise, if something was too painful he was to say “pain”, again an immediate halt.

“Now I realize you’ve read a lot of internet stories about what’s supposed to go on in a dominant/submissive lifestyle, and a few may even come close to the real world, but not many. So to ease your mind why don’t I tell you about some of the things that won’t happen with us. James I will never, ever, never embarrass you in front of your family or friends  You have my solemn promise on that.  Also, I don’t do toilet games, bodily functions are between me and me alone.”

James snorted out a laugh, but quickly recovered to say, “I appreciate both of those limits very much.”

“Good. Also add to the list that I’ll never make you suck another man’s cock.”

James was absolutely floored, never having contemplated that possibility. There was a long silent pause.

“James, are you still breathing?”

“Yeah, and your right that will absolutely never happen,” a little louder than intended.

“Settle down, settle down,” she quietly replied, “It isn’t something I’m interested in seeing. See, isn’t it good we’re getting all this information out in the open between us?”

“Yes it is, and really, I swear if you ever try to make…”

“James,” sharply stated, “I just said it would not happen and I don’t go back on my word. Ok?” softer and gentler.

“Ok,” James replied in a much more mollified tone

“James, I fully intend to have a good time being with you, and what will make it really fun for both of us is if you’re  enjoying it too. I won’t promise you’ll love everything, but if you get a sense of accomplishment and completeness from submitting, and I think you will, you’ll find this a terrific time.”

“What makes you sure I’ll like this or will be any good at it.?”

“Well nothing is for certain, but I can already tell you like to make people happy, you also respect coaching and are willing to work for that coach, to get better at whatever task.” Her voice got just a bit sexier as she added,” Admit it James, so far I make you feel that buzz of being turned on. You like being with me and love the anticipation of what might come next.”

“You’re right, you have me hooked so far, and you’re right, I’m still pretty nervous about what you can come up with.”

“See, there you go, admitting you like me is half the battle,” her voice rising in mirth once again, conscious of now trying to keep things light. She went on to explain that things would progress slowly, particularly with her work load. She made him feel how badly she wished she had more time for him over these first few weeks, but would come up with some ideas of how she’d keep him reminded of her. Brianna then turned the conversation to their respective days, the every day normalcy of a couple talking, laughing, and listening to one another. Before both of them realized, an hour had gone by and Bri really wanted to read 5 pages of text one of the junior associates had highlighted as important.

”I’ve really enjoyed our talk tonight James, and we’ll continue this over the next couple of weeks. Now, I still want you to call tomorrow at ten o’clock. Do you have some kind of personal lubricant like KY jelly?”

Totally caught off guard again, he stumbled out a “No, Miss Brianna.”

“Oh, well no problem, stop at store and pick some up tomorrow. I’d go with the large size if I were you. Now when you call tomorrow I’ll be at home so I want you to put me on speaker-phone, lay out a towel in front of your couch, get naked and down on your knees, have the lube ready. Got all that?”

“Yes,” and “wow, I’ve never actually had phone sex before.”

“You’ve never had a girl get you all hot and bothered over the phone?”

“Well, not so I could do something about finishing the job.”

“Oh James,” she chuckled evilly, “you silly,silly boy. Who said anything about you being able to finish? No, I’ve already decided the next time you get to come is the first time we get to shower together,” smiling as she heard him draw a sharp, deep breath.

“Um.. am I allowed to ask when that might happen Miss Brianna?”

“Of couse you can ask.  Let’s see, well I’m due to get my period in a couple of days so definitely this weekend is out, and next week work will be a killer, hmmm…maybe the weekend after this.”

“Uh..ok….Um well…in the meantime I guess I’m not supposed to..”

“Correct James, you’re not allowed to come.”

“Miss Brianna what happens if I ..accidentally can’t hold back.”

“Well, that would be very bad for you James. That would mean a certain punishment, more than likely the belt but with the added bonus of clothes pins involved. You see, that would be a serious infraction in your training. I would not be happy at all, so what I would do is take these cute pink clothes pins I have and use 4 or 5 of them to pinch the skin on your cock.

“Uncomfortable, sure, but bearable. Then I’d beat your ass red James while watching the clothes pins bounce all around. Then the fun would really start because I’ll tie you up and use the end of a riding crop to knock the clothes pins off one at a time. You’d have to stay very still James, I wouldn’t want to miss an catch one of your balls.”

“Miss Brianna, I promise to try and control myself,” with a touch of anguish in his voice

Brianna uncurled to stretch out and rub her hand gently over her mound, “I sure you will. Don’t forget your instructions for tomorrow. Good night, James, sleep well.”