Female Led Relationships

In the 1960’s, I was 19 years old and a student and on the visit to my selected lodgings met the land lady who was a school teacher of about 35 years of age and rather attractive with almost black long hair tied in a ponytail and blue eyes. She introduced me to the various rules of the house and raised the subject of ‘discipline’.

To my surprise, she said that her form of discipline was face slapping. She said that she would keep clear of the eyes and ears and that her slaps would not really hurt but sting the surface of the skin and the ‘punishment’ was really to have to walk around with a pair of red cheeks for a time depending on the seriousness of the wrong doing. She asked me if I was prepared to accept this, implying that this would be a condition for my staying. I actually felt excited at the thought and agreed. She then said that I would have to raise the level of my sideburns to just above my cheekbones to bare the whole of my cheeks and offered to do this for me and cut my hair: a service that she continued to do for me during the whole of my stay.

My first mistake was to leave my bed untidy. She told me off and led me into a spare unfurnished room and told me to hold my hands behind my back and face her. First she repeatedly patted my left cheek with the fingers of her right forehand, working upwards from my jaw bone and ending high on my cheek bone to find the best slapping level, indicated by the sharpest sound. Then she gave me a light ‘test’ slap just below the cheekbone, which made a loud high pitched sound and said “Right. Now we’re ready. We’ll do the left cheek first.’

She told me to clench my teeth, stay still and focus on her forehead. She also gave me a daub of cotton wool to put in my left ear to avoid ringing. She then brought her arm back and slapped my left cheek six times with a flick of her supple wrist, very accurately on the same place. The sounds of the slaps were very high pitched and reverberated around the room. The stinging on my left cheek quickly gave way to a warm glowing sensation. She then repeated the slapping on my right cheek with the forefingers of her left hand I found her slapping very ‘feminine’ and stimulating and it did have an effect which must have been obvious to her because she immediately sent me to the bathroom. When there, I actually gained pleasure from the sight of the red marks on my cheeks in the mirror.

Shortly after this, she invited me downstairs for a coffee and actually remarked that I was quite lucky because the colour in my cheeks improved my looks. Later, I committed the more serious offence of bringing in mud on the carpet from my feet. This time, I received twenty slaps on each side. This left my face very red and a little sore to the touch. My cheeks were still noticably rosy a day later.

Sometimes she would slap me for reasons other than discipline. She started to give me regular evening slappings, to purify my skin against acne, doing it in the evenings so that the redness was not too obvious . After each hair cutting, she always gave me a light double slap on the left cheek to indicate when she had finished.

Once I had the courage to tell her that I enjoyed her doing it. Then she said ‘Come on then’ led me up to the spare room and offered to give me as many slaps as I wanted. I said can we try three each side.

After this, I asked if they were very red. She looked at each side and said “Just a little pink. Would you like more?” I nodded and asked if she could make them really red. She said lets try double slaps. She placed both hands on my cheeks and started slapping both sides simultaneously and quickly, making really sharp slapping sounds which I enjoyed.

Originally posted 2009-03-02 15:03:28. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Sometime later his head was pulled backward and he realized that his mistress had had enough. He was slightly dizzy from lack of oxygen, for in her passion, she would clamp her legs around him, making it impossible to breathe. He was also surprised to discover that a fair amount of time had passed, with his knees aching from the hard floor. He was sent upstairs to help get set up for the evenings BBQ.

He reported to his neighbor in the kitchen and was given a list of chores, from setting up the tables on the patio, to collecting and setting out food. He was instructed to kneel at his mistress’s side during dinner and he fetched things for her or she fed him bits of food as the mood struck her. He was then tasked to cleaning up after the meal with other people that had been assigned that chore by their masters or mistresses.

It seemed to be a more informal and relaxed night than the previous, with people lounging outside after dinner. The fact that he was kneeling, naked on his neighbors patio didn’t concern him. Occasionally, he was aware of the fact that he could still smell and occasionally taste his mistress’s musk on his lips and that seemed to spur him to be more efficient at the task she had set him. He was determined to do well at whatever she ordered him to do. The only thing that managed to penetrate his blissful haze was her comment about Master Ted punishing him later. Somehow he felt that even though Master Ted was probably stronger than his mistress, it wouldn’t be as bad since it wasn’t her paddling him. He thought of the punishment of the previous night and realized that there were still welts on his behind that he could feel. He also remembered Brad’s comment about bruising and welts. He shuddered

As the evening wore on, it seemed more and more people drifted down to the dungeon. It seemed that this was to be punishment night. Or at least it seemed that way to him. He cringed at some of the things that were done to the male subs and slaves, amazed at their bravery at not crying out, some even seemed to be enjoying themselves. He knelt at Lara’s side mostly, occasionally being made to run an errand, getting her drinks and snacks from the kitchen. She chatted with the other guests and talked about the pros and cons of some of their toys. She mentioned to a number of people his transgression and that he would be being punished later. Each time, he heard her disappointment in him and he vowed to do better.

She was chatting to an older man about the trials of training novices. when she turned to him and said, ‘Pet, you should probably get your harness and plug. It will be quite a while before Ted is ready for you and you might as well get your time in now. Will you be able to manage on your own, or will you need help?’

Before he could answer, the man turned to Lara and said, ‘I would love to help him my dear, I am sure I could stuff his botTed quite nicely.’

‘Ah, Walt, I am sure you could, although it wouldn’t be with the plug now would it?’ She giggled, ‘Or would you have him on his knees? I see you haven’t brought any of your toys with you tonight. All alone and feeling randy are we? I am afraid he would be a disappointment there, he has never really learned to suck cock now have you my dear?’

At his horrified look, she laughed and said, ‘There you see Walt, I have been seriously neglecting his education. He is under the impression that boy pets are for girls to play with and girls pets are for boys. Silly thing.. I keep trying to explain to him that toys have absolutely no choice in the matter. Remember Phillip’s dog? That one REALLY struck fear in Ted’s nicha! Run along pet and put the new bigger plug in.’

He got up to leave and do as he was told, beginning to realize that his body wasn’t under his control anymore.

He heard he laughing and saying, ‘I have promised him to Ted next weekend, have to prep him, you know. I remember the last time Ted tried an unprepped boy. Ugly..’

The laughter chilled him.

The struggle with the plug was worse than before. It refused to go past a certain point. Time stretched on as he struggled, more lube, trying to push it in little by little and not tear anything, but the last quarter inch refused to go. He was near tears, imagining his fate if he failed in this minor task. Finally, in an act of desperation he reapplied the lube to both the plug and himself and then carefully positioning himself began to slowly sit on the evil thing. He felt as though he was being rent in two, bewildered to why he had to suffer this sort of abuse. Then he remembered what she had showed him earlier today, her toy was even larger than what he was trying to insert. He had gotten to the difficult part and he felt himself stretching, on the verge of ripping his skin, and then, suddenly he was past the widest part and it slid down and seated itself.

He put on his harness, although he suspected that it was more than unnecessary. He had not idea how he would get it out when the time came. He cleaned the excess lube off of himself, washed and then tidied the bathroom. He felt full to bursting, as if the plug had filled his entire body. It felt more than huge when he walked back out to join his mistress.

He knelt at her side quietly, watching other people get there punishment, squirming a little and trying to forget the invader to his rear. She glanced down at him and watched him squirm for a moment before remarking, ‘You know my pet, I think you should be more demonstrably grateful for the attention I show you. Look at how Laala’s pet shows her gratitude.’ He looked over at the woman Lara had pointed out. A naked girl was lavishing her mistresses feet with caresses.

‘Yes my pet, I mean that. Come on kneel down in front of me. That’s right. Now spread your knees wide so that people can see how my pet is willing to stretch himself to accommodate his mistresses cock.’

He began to kiss the tops of her feet, then taking her shoes off began kissing and fondling her feet. He was amazed that it felt so good, so right to him. The feeling of his lips on her skin, sucking and licking her toes. He felt his cock go rigid and begin to throb against his belly as he started making grunting noises as he worshiped his beloveds feet. He felt her foot against his head, pushing him backwards until he sat on his heals. Then her toes touched his cock, stroking him. He was moaning, overcome by the fleeting pleasure of her touch. He was close, close to cumming when he realized what he was about to do.

He pulled away and said ‘Mistress, please stop, you will make me cum! Please!’

‘Move back where I can reach you Pet, good boy. And no, there will be no permission tonight.’ She continued stroking him while he pleaded with her to stop. He tried thinking of other things, but it was difficult to try to stay focused.

He heard her as Pat for the clover clamps. ‘Put your hands behind you Pet, Pat will help you focus on something else.’

He felt Pat grab his nipple and pull outwards, clipping a small metal clip onto the base. Waves of pain struck him. Then she did the other. The conflicting sensations warred within his brain. Then something odd happened, the throbbing in his nipples became not/pain. It was more of an intense feeling that blended with what she was doing to him. He moaned with pleasure.

‘Lara, his eyes have glazed over, he is gone.’

The intensity began to fade as he realized that she was no longer insistently stroking him, she had walked around him and had draped herself around him. ‘Are you back my Pet? Things all better.’

‘Yes ma’am, thank you for not letting me disobey you.’

He felt her breathing into his ear, it gave him chills, then she very quietly laughed and reached around and took off the clamps. He had almost forgotten they were there, for he had gotten somewhat numb. Then the blood began to rush back where it had been denied.

He whimpered. The removal was much worse than the wearing. He felt tears well up in his eyes.

‘What is this? Tears? Of gratitude no doubt. I have saved you from cumming without permission and I would hate to have to punish you even more than Ted will see to later. We are almost ready for you my dear. Just one more person and the table will be free. Soon my Pet, you will have his hands on you, and you will be a very good pet and do exactly as he asks you. Whatever he asks you or I will be very, very disappointed in you. And you probably wouldn’t enjoy me when I am disappointed. Now my dear, come and lay over my lap, I want to play with your botTed.’

She positioned him over her lap as if she were going to spank him. His legs spread so she could reach down and play with his cock or balls if she wanted. She tapped at the base of his plug, calling people over to show them how well he was stretching. He felt his entire body turn crimson. She pointed out that his cock was fully hard and told them it was because he loved showing people how big his ass was becoming so he could handle her cock better. The story of how he had gushed when Brad took him was gone over again and again. He began to hope that Master Ted would hurry up and beat him, just to put him out of his misery, ass up on her lap. When she wasn’t humiliating him to her guests she began pinching his balls with her fingernails, or rubbing her hands over his ass. She leaned down and whispered how when the weekend was over she was going to take him shopping so he could have proper attire when he served at parties. Then she laughed.

‘Oh, it looks as if the table is free. Now remember my Pet, Ted will be administering the punishment part, but if you perform well with your lesson, your ass will escape untouched, well maybe a better word will be UNHARMED. It is a good thing Brad is such a good boy and well trained too. Although you should remember that he won’t be helping you out at all, you will have to do this all on your own. And I know you want to please me, don’t you?’

Continued

Originally posted 2010-12-13 19:04:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

A Tale of Two Beautiful & Sexy Mistresses

The receptionist looked coldly at their rucksacks and rain gear.

“Yes, we have one double room available. One hundred and eighty marks a night. Payment in advance.”

Even though it was almost mid-September there were a lot of visitors around and Derek and John had failed to find accommodation in any of the cheaper hotels. So, tired and wet, they eventually found themselves in the swank lobby of the Adler in Koblenz’s Mulderstrasse as darkness fell. Luckily, the Adler accepted travelers’ cheques.

“What I need now is a long, hot bath,” Derek sighed as they stepped into the lift.

Later, as they carefully chose a meal from one of the hotel menus, John joked. “We’ll have to go on bread and water for the next few days.”

The rest of the diners looked an ordinary lot, except for two women, dressed in expensive, body-hugging sweaters and slacks, which stood out – literally – from the rest. They had the sort of self-confident urbanity that goes with money. And the sort of mature figures that promise hours of pneumatic bliss. As he eyed them, Derek could feel his loins stirring. He had often heard it said that the best bed partner was a raunchy older woman.

It had been six months since he had had any sex. Rugby and law studies had taken up all his time. And he and John had spent the summer slaving 12 hours a day, six days a week, in a fast food joint. They were now in the second week of a month long hitchhiking holiday before returning to college for their final year.

“Fancy them,” smiled John, as the two blondes stood up and walked out to the lobby, their stilettos clicking seductively.

“You bet,” replied Derek. “If they’re half as sexy as they look they’d probably devour half the men in the hotel.”

As it was still raining rather heavily the boys decided there was no point in venturing out to look for local nightlife. The bar, like everything else in the hotel, was expensive, so they set themselves a three-beer limit. Half through their second drink, John muttered: “watch out, it’s the Big Four.” Derek looked up to see the two women from the dining room seating themselves at a nearby table. “This looks promising,” he thought, as one of them gave him a friendly nod.

A few minutes later, as John folded away his large-scale map, she suddenly asked: “Are you American?”

“No, English.”

“Oh, I spent some time in England. At a language school.”

“Really? Where?”

“London.”

Anxious to keep the conversation going, the boys introduced them-selves: John and Derek, students at Cambridge.

The women did likewise: Lottie and Andrea, from Dortmund, on a business trip.

Lottie, the younger of the two, had lovely, regular features, long hair and a stunning figure. Her companion was plainer and rather severe looking. But her curves were even more generous and she exuded a strong, earthy sex appeal. The poise and overall ap-pearance of both women suggested membership of high-class health clubs. They would command attention in any company.

They had very good English and the talk ranged over travel, food, prices, and even politics. But the conversation -and the evening – took a very definite turn when Andrea, leaning towards Derek, asked: “Do you have girl-friends in Cambridge?”

Half an hour later the four of them were seated at the same table. By 11 o’clock they had ‘paired off’ and, much to the disgust of the two bar staff, were holding hands and kissing. They made a handsome quartet – with just one thing on their minds: Sex.

Several hours later Derek was try-ing to force himself to sleep. His mind was a jumble of erotic images and salacious thoughts. His loins ached. What a night! What a pair of nymphos !

They had all gone up to the women’s room. Andrea had switched on the light – because “we like to see where we’re going” – and, without any preliminaries, pulled Derek over to the nearest bed where she immediate-ly wrapped him in a passionate embrace. Her tongue darted, her fingers groped. Her pudenda pressed against him wantonly. Gripped by a raw, uncontrollable desire, their caresses grew wilder and fiercer. Tearing off their clothes, they ex-plored each other’s naked fevered bodies with hot mouths and searching hands.

Lottie and John, already stripped, were thrashing about on the other bed. Andrea, rolling on top of Derek, wormed her way downwards, her soft, moist lips tracing the contours of his sinewy frame. Bracketing his stiff, swollen prick with her great, big breasts, she massaged it between them. His rapture multiplied as she took it in her mouth, nuzzling it and rolling her tongue round it.

Meanwhile, John and Lottie were entwined in a torrid tangle of bare limbs.

His face was buried in her crotch, his tongue lapping skilfully, while she sucked greedily, her full, heavy breast pressing against his stomach.

Derek, taking the initiative, pushed Andrea on her back. His hands cupping her succulent orbs, he nibbled and kissed her hardening nipples. Moving slowly over her body, his hungry lips ranged over her waist, her navel, her hips, and her silken thighs. His fingers roamed her wet vagina. As his probing tongue found her clitoris, she uttered a low cry of delight. After a few seconds her hips began to flail wildly and she moaned: “Now, liebchen, now,” her breasts rising in anticipation.

It was sheer bliss as he drove his rampant weapon into her warm, welcoming scabbard.

Her legs locked around his. Her hands clawed his back. Her breathing was hot and sharp. She covered his neck and face with kisses and love bites. With each thrust of his hips she would grasp his buttocks, pressing them hard, and grinding her pelvis fiercely against him. Responding to her febrile demands, he pumped harder and faster. As his orgasm approached, his hip movements became more vigorous, his breath coming in gasps. Then a shudder went through his body and he cried out. His semen shot from him in great spurts and for several seconds a seething wave of almost unbearable pleasure engulfed him. Gradually the tumult in his loins died down.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” panted Andrea, writhing furiously beneath him.

He continued lunging into her and a short time later his efforts were rewarded as her vaginal muscles began to contract. She clutched him fiercely, her nails dug into his back and her voluptuous body trembled in a paroxysm of ecstasy. Her eyes closed. Her head rolled from side to side. Her breasts heaved against him. After a while she gave a long contented sigh. Then she relaxed and, taking Derek’s face in her hands, kissed him gently, languorously.

“My beautiful English liebchen, you are the best.”

Meanwhile, John and Lottie were close to a peak of sexual excitement.

Astride him like some magnificent Teutonic goddess, she plunged up and down frenziedly while his hands fondled her rocking hips and swaying, pendulous breasts. At last her lover, his face contorted with passion, gave a long, low moan. Lottie cried out, “Ich Komme, Ich Komme.” Her back arched and several spasms shook her body. Then she quivered and slowly sank forward on his deep chest.

For several minutes the room was quiet as the lovers lay in each other’s arms, kissing and murmuring. But the women were as randy as they were uninhibited and before long’ the air was filled with sounds of carnal delight. They changed partners back and forth. They pushed the beds together and had sex in a variety of positions and combinations. As John would put it, they screwed their way “through the book.”

It was sometime between 1.30 and 2am when the man in the next room finally lost patience and pounded on the wall.

“The poor fellow is probably masturbating,” laughed Andrea.

The four of them had just completed a bout of “daisy chain” sex:

Andrea lay on her back, legs apart, and fellated John as Lottie’s practised tongue caressed her love bud; Lottie, in turn, was being screwed by Derek, kneeling behind her. Four orgasms -two of them almost simultaneous – in the space of a minute, were bound to cause a lot of noise. The four of them reached such an intense peak of pleasure that it left them spent and exhausted.

Derek looked at his watch: 11.37. “We’ve really fallen on our feet, or to be precise, our backs,” he thought, memories of the previous night’s capers still whirling round in his head. He and John were sprawled in the back of Lottie’s Big BMW. They were heading for Dortmund having accepted an invitation to spend a few days there. As it was a warm, sunny Saturday,

Andrea said they would make a stop in Cologne to allow the boys to see some of the sights.

The women were obviously used to wild bouts of late night sex. They looked ravishing. Andrea was wearing a hip-hugging, short black leather skirt and white silk blouse. Her friend’s skin-tight outfit consisted of black, wet-look trousers and a dark red sweater.

After a tour of Cologne’s extensive Old Town they all went into a restaurant where they had a long, leisurely meal during which the boys consumed several beers.

“We will pay”, Andrea insisted. “You are our guests.”

In view of their heavy expenditure of the previous day, the young lovers did not put up too much resistance.

The place was fairly crowded and, not surprisingly, the women attracted a lot of attention, particularly from a group of camera-laden Japanese, at least one of whom was clearly a high heel fetishist. As the four lovers were leaving, Lottie, who was last – she had settled the bill – wiggled her bottom tantalisingly. This evoked several bawdy comments and a couple of wolf whistles from around the tables.

Andrea took the wheel and they headed north out of Cologne. It was early evening.

Judging by what they had told himself and John, Derek guessed that Lottie was in the 3640 age bracket, with Andrea six or seven years older. They had said that they shared a large house and were well off; that they each had been married twice and had no children; that they were in the fashion business; that they moved in a swinging ‘free love’ set and were familiar with the sex club and orgy scene; and that although they were ‘sex mad’ neither had a live-in lover at present. They also said, laughingly, that they “liked to dominate.”

The area through which they were driving was not very interesting so, after a while, Derek lay back and closed his eyes. The rich food and drink, combined with his exertions of the night before, had already sent John off to sleep.

“Sleeping beauties,” whispered Lottie, glancing in the rear view mirror. Reaching across, she squeezed Andrea’s hand. Things were working out nicely….

When Derek woke up it was dark. The car was halted at a big junction with several sets of traffic lights. It was coming up to eight o’clock.

“God,” he muttered, “I must have been asleep for ages.”

“Then you won’t need any sleep tonight, darling”, laughed Andrea. “We’re in Dortmund” said John, who had woken up a few minutes earlier.

They turned left and passed up a long suburban street. Turning left again into a long tree-lined avenue, they pulled into a wide driveway.

“Home,” said Andrea, as the engine died. While she put the car in the garage, the other three carried their luggage into a large, semi-detached house. It was luxuriously furnished and carpeted and spotlessly clean.

‘We have an excellent cleaning woman,” said Lottie, as she laughingly showed the boys “their rooms”.

After pointing out the two large, well-appointed bathrooms, she went down to join Andrea in the kitchen while they headed for a shower and a shave. There was male shaving gear and toiletries, and even men’s clothing, in some of the closets. And in a press in John’s room there was an assortment of sex ‘toys’ and manuals.

“They must have a fantastic sex life,” he remarked to Derek as they went downstairs.

After helping the women set a table and prepare a meal, they settled into elegant drawing room chairs, listening to tapes of Mozart and drinking a ‘Black Forest’ brew that, Lottie said, had strong aphrodisiac qualities.

Then she and Andrea went upstairs to change and shower.

Forty minutes later the door opened and the boys stared in astonishment as the women advanced slowly into the room. They were sheathed in clinging, plunging knee length dresses. Made of black latex, the glossy skin-like outfits moulded and accentuated every swaying, seductive contour. Heavy make-up, expensive jewellery, seamed stockings and ‘skyscraper’ stilettos completed a picture of unrestrained raunchiness.

‘Well lover boys, how do we look?” smiled Lottie. “Dazzling, fantastic,” gasped John.

“Very, very sexy,” said Derek.

As he eyed the deep cleaved, swelling expanse of bosom, the latter wondered how women could combine so much uplift and exposure without ending up topless. Maybe the secret lay in their bras. Well, he would have a chance to find out soon enough….

“Christ”, he thought, as his loins stirred, “I’ll shoot my bolt before the action starts.”

It was almost 10.30 when they had cleared away the dishes from the large dining room table. Returning to the drawing room for coffee and liqueurs, they ‘paired off’ on two plush sofas. There was kissing and cuddling, but the women didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get down to the serious business of sex – although the voluptuous feel of their ripe, rubber clad bodies had the boys in a very horny state….

Suddenly Andrea stood up. “There are some terrific Danish blue movies upstairs,” she told John. “I’ll get them. Lottie, you get the video recorder.”

Lottie disentangled herself from Derek and followed the older woman from the room. Watching their well-rounded buttocks pumping provocatively against the slinky material of their dresses, the slits in the back revealing several inches of seamed thigh that tapered into shapely, dark-stockinged legs and ankles and patent spindle heels, Derek called after them:

“It’s not blue movies we want, it’s you.”

“Soon, darling, soon,” laughed Lottie from the doorway, blowing him a kiss. ‘you’re dead right,” said John to his friend. “With gorgeous sexpots like that, who needs porno?”

Derek didn’t reply. For some reason he was feeling drowsy. Lying back, he gave himself up to salacious thoughts. A few minutes later he was asleep. So was John.

When Derek woke up he felt he was emerging from a deep slumber. Shaking his head to try and clear it, he found that he couldn’t open his mouth. It was gagged. He tried to move his hands and feet. They were tied.

To Be Continued …

Originally posted 2010-08-09 15:10:58. Republished by Blog Post Promoter