N Morley: Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

“I love you,” Roxanne said, caressing my soft cock.

“Don’t stop,” I begged her. “Keep fucking my ass. Fuck me harder.”

My wife smiled. Leaning back, she pushed my legs up high and looked down at where her cock was thrust deep into my ass.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you harder,” she cooed. “Every single night.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

“See, Matt?” she laughed. “You got your anal sex. Is it everything you dreamed of?”

I answered by pushing myself more fully onto my wife’s cock, as I knew I’d be doing from now on… as often as possible.

Annie had always wanted to be submissive to another woman, preferably an older woman, to be tied or restrained and punished by her. She’d mentioned this a number of times to me as one of her most powerful recurring fantasies. She didn’t really consider herself bisexual, though, and had never slept with another woman, except for some youthful fumbling in sleeping bags, all of which was long since passed.

Annie and I had been sleeping together for about six months, playing around with SM and bondage and generally having great sex together. Her birthday was coming up, and I told her I wanted to buy her an hour with a dominatrix for her twenty-first birthday. Since Annie didn’t like to drink, and definitely never got drunk, it seemed like I should help her do something equally debauched on her this particular birthday.

Annie was a little nervous when I first suggested it, but was obviously very excited by the idea. “All right,” she finally said, “as long as you’ll be there to watch.”

I hadn’t really intended to be there while Annie experienced her first dominant woman. But the idea was too delicious to pass up. Annie was petite, with smallish breasts and a wonderful ass and great legs, and she looked fantastic in the ultra-short mini-skirts she liked to wear during our sex play. So I told her I would watch if she would wear the smallest miniskirt she had. She giggled and agreed to it.

We looked through the ads for professional dominants in the local sex paper, and Annie mused over what she wanted this dominant woman to do while we compared the advertised attributes of the dozens of dominants in the paper. Annie wanted a woman somewhat older than her, but not too much older—perhaps thirty would be about right. She definitely wanted to see a picture first, and not all the ads had photographs. She wanted someone who would talk dirty to her, in much the same way I talked dirty to her when we played with SM. But most importantly, she wanted me to do all the verbal negotiating with the dominant—Annie wanted to be left out until she was given over into the dominant woman’s hands. Nothing made her hotter than the idea of my telling someone what horrible things to do to her.

Together, we picked out a few likely candidates, and I started calling them.

Things only got more complicated when I started talking to the dominants. I was very up-front about the fact that I was buying my girlfriend a session for her birthday, and there were a million questions from the dominants. Did my girlfriend want to be penetrated with toys? Did she want to be fucked with a strap-on dildo? What level of pain did she like? What level of humiliation and dirty talk? Did she want to be kissed? The questions went on and on, and I could feel my cock growing hard as I pictured Annie submitting to these strong women. In the fantasy, of course, she was submitting against her will, but I knew that Annie wanted this as much as I did—probably much more, which is why it was an appropriate present for her.

Finally, we settled on “Mistress Aphrodite.” Annie’s comment on seeing Aphrodite’s picture was “God, she’s totally hot.” And she was, I had to agree, with long, cascading blonde hair, large breasts and pale skin. In the picture, she was wearing a low-cut patent-leather bustier, G-string, and thigh-high fishnets with high-heeled boots. Aphrodite and I negotiated on the phone out of Annie’s earshot, and the date was set—Annie’s twenty-first birthday, at 12:00 Noon.

We showed up ten minutes early to the Mistress Aphrodite’s dungeon. Annie had dressed to kill, wearing a tiny little miniskirt with a white garter belt and fishnet stockings, very virginal, and no panties. Her blouse was low-cut and showed the lacy top of her camisole. I couldn’t wait to see Mistress Aphrodite strip those clothes off my luscious young girlfriend. Annie and I made out in the car for a while waiting for the appointed time. I slipped my hand down Annie’s blouse to feel her nipples hardening, and up her skirt to feel how wet her pussy was getting in anticipation. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, telling me how she hoped the Mistress made her suck it. Still, she was trembling a little, obviously nervous despite her intense turn-on. I realized that we really shouldn’t be fooling around right outside this woman’s dungeon—it was likely to draw unwanted attention to her. We got out of the car, smoothing our clothes down.

One of Mistress Aphrodite’s assistants answered the door—a small young woman with reddish-brown hair wearing a tiny white sundress. She had a fantastic body and great legs, and a pretty face with full, kissable lips. She introduced herself as the Mistress’s apprentice, Miss Ginger, and asked us if it was all right if she assisted in the session—for no extra charge, of course. Annie looked a little nervous at first, but then she whispered in my ear that it’d be just fine, making it clear that the idea of having *two* women top her made her even hotter than one. But I realized that she wanted me to do all the negotiating.

“Of course that’d be fine,” I told Miss Ginger gruffly. “She’s such a little slut, she’ll love getting two for the price of one. She’s never done it with girls, you know!”

Miss Ginger played right along—this was just the kind of dirty-talk that never failed to turn Annie on when we were playing together.

“Oooooh, never played with girls?” cooed Miss Ginger. “A slut like this? But she’s so juicy. I know a million girls who would just love to get their hands on a darling like this!” Ginger playfully touched Annie’s light-brown hair—just a little, teasing and fluffing it. “Sure you’ve never played? Not even a little?”

Annie giggled as she blushed a deep red. “Just a little,” she whispered meekly, like a schoolgirl about to be punished.

I could see a physical response in Annie’s body—something about her posture told me without a doubt that we had started the scene already, and she was getting incredibly turned on right from the start.

“Well, Mistress Aphrodite is finishing up with another client—we’ll take our darling girl into the dungeon any minute. But first all that messy stuff about donation,” said Miss Ginger. “Let me make sure your girlfriend—Annie, was it?—Doesn’t try to get away. Have a seat, please, Miss.”

Annie obeyed, taking one of the waiting-room chairs. I saw that it had eyebolts drilled into the side, and Miss Ginger deftly produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly cuffed Annie’s wrists to the sides of the chair. Then she and I counted out the two hundred dollars I’d negotiated with Mistress Aphrodite for the one-hour session.

Then Ginger asked us to wait while she went in to the other room to see if Mistress Aphrodite was ready.

The door opened and Ginger led Annie into the Mistress’s dungeon.

The dungeon was packed with toys: an entire wall full of whips, canes, paddles, and straps, and another full wall of dildos, anal beads, butt-plugs, and other sorts of probes. There was a huge X-shaped cross and a tall, skinny cage, big enough for a person to stand in and still be at the mercy of anyone standing in front of the cage. There were also a number of padded tables and benches that were obviously made to tie someone to.