Femdom Chronicles Ch. 02

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It was the following Friday evening and I was driving to my girlfriend's, feeling relaxed, as my trial had finally ended, decided by the jury the prior day.

I took part of the day off, and got in a good swim, and also delved into the online world of erotic fiction on Literotica, finding what my girlfriend referred to as femdom, and female led relationship stories. It was eye opening, exciting yet unnerving. A few of the stories in particular did provoke my imagination for kinky fun with my domme.

When I had called her the prior evening and relayed that my trial was over, she seemed genuinely happy for me. Yet she was not shy about trying to schedule the event at Jie's (with me as the main entertainment) for two days later. I demurred and reminded her of our need to further discuss our changing D/s activities.

As I entered the living room of her condo, Miss was enjoying a glass of wine and perusing on her laptop while resting out on her couch, wearing a long sleeved white t-shirt that stopped just above her black sexy G-string, some comfy cotton socks, and nothing else.

"Wow Miss, you look uber-sexy, and relaxed. Could you perhaps be looking at a sexy online site?"

She looked up, the corners of her mouth showing a hint of a smile. "Hi Kevin, please get yourself a beer and take a seat; the closer to me on the couch the better. And keep your hands to yourself-not!"

I sat down within inches of her slender long legs resting on the coffee table, extending out from her G-string covered pelvis. I exhaled deeply, staring longingly at her large brown eyes and flawless skin.

"So glad you're done with that trial thing. For the past few weeks, you had this serious mien that only went away when we made love. Now it's all gone, your facial muscles relaxed. It must be a big relief."

"You have no idea." I took her wine glass from her, set her laptop on the coffee table, put down my beer, and kissed her passionately. We ended up fucking right on the couch, each of us reaching a noisy release.

As we snuggled together, me with my head resting on her shoulder, she brought up the topic of our role play. "So you promised my lovely boyfriend that you would think up some spicy activities that excited you. I know you've been a tad busy, but you said you were going to..."

"Yes Miss," I interrupted. "Earlier today I did read a handful of erotic stories online and gave it some thought. And, as I'm sure you'll be glad to hear, a few stories did trigger my imagination."

I paused teasingly, and it resulted in the expected response.

"Oh my sir, I'm very interested," and she sat up and kissed me briefly with our tongues playing. "Please continue!"

I engaged her with my eyes. "Okay, I'm intrigued with this concept of maintenance spankings, and as I read about one couple's experience, it did turn me on. I like the thing where the sub (me!) gets over his domme's lap on a chair, you clothed with me all naked, and you mete out a good bare bottom spanking with the paddle, or other implement, just not a cane. Even at our event at Jie's in front of our female audience, it should make it even more exciting."

"And while we're on the topic, I like your questions to me during our prior scenes, fishing for bad behavior, like did I ogle another woman, as part of your rather sexy intro to the spanking."

"Mmm, your description of that, well I'm a little turned on right now. Question: Maintenance spankings imply on an ongoing basis, yes? Is that what my sub had in mind?"

I grinned anxiously. "Uhh, yes, I was thinking we would visit your favorite spanking chair for a bare bottom special weekly, and perhaps for special occasions. But if we do this, the punishment spankings get tabled please. My butt can only take so much."

"Seems reasonable, and I noticed you left open the option for this on certain other times. Like a mid-week evening special followed by lots of sex. Though of course it would be up to me to decide the timing. Like tonight for example, after we come back from dinner, we start this tradition, yes?"

I hesitated, "umm, I don't want to micromanage, so if that's your preference, then yes. It's not like my bottom was overworked this week, and my welts are all gone."

"Okay, it's decided," and she broke into a wide smile. "Let's get dressed and go to dinner. We've got a full agenda tonight, don't we? And I just may have a few new ideas of my own for tonight."

As we enjoyed our drinks at an Italian place near her condo so we could expedite our return, it was evident Miss was enamored with my term "bare bottom special". She managed to sprinkle it into our conversation at least twice during our dinner.

She declined to specify what new ideas she had cooked up, adding the one she wanted to use that evening was gleaned from stories concerning female-led relationships she read online.

I reminded her I reserved my right to use my safe words if things got too wild. But we remained playful, and I managed to steer our conversation to topics other than the upcoming spankings.

As we drove back, my girlfriend was already mentally preparing for our scene. "Please strip naked as soon as we get back and get the black, soft cushioned chair with the straight back and place it near the coffee table in the living room. And wait there while I change into my usual leggings and tee. I'm really looking forward to this my sub. And It was your idea!"

"Indeed it was. I'm both excited and anxious. Please go easy on what you have called my cute little butt!"

"Hmm, no promises sir. This will not be a light playful spanking, rest assured," she quipped in a more serious tone.

Once inside her kitchen, she motioned for me to strip, while she headed for the bedroom. In a few moments, I stood naked next to the chair she had designated in her living room.

It was a few anxious minutes before she walked into the living room in her spanking mode attire: thin black leggings and tee sans bra. She put down the yoga pad, I knelt before her, and she quickly placed the leather collar around my neck.

We stepped to the chair and she seated herself, looking me in the eyes. "Okay my sub, over my lap, you know what to do." And I arranged myself over her, placing my naked butt on her upper thighs, my unit positioned between her legs.

She reached to a nearby table, clasped the small leather silicone paddle with her right hand, and paused, while she rubbed my butt with her free left hand before using it to pull my right arm behind my back and held it there.

"Okay my sub, this is a maintenance spanking and will remind you of your place as my submissive. Expect it to hurt a bit."

And it began with a few moderate whacks, strong enough to get my attention. And then after perhaps four strikes, she began the real paddling.

Thwack, Thwack, pause, Thwack, Thwack, Thwack!

Uhhhhh! I groaned.

These were all firm smacks to my left cheek. She rotated her strikes to my right nether cheek, continuing, pausing between each, allowing the sting to settle in.

At least at the outset, I found that her strikes left a sting that made me feel alive; it was exciting to be getting a good spanking while naked on her lap. But as expected, as she proceeded with my paddling, my reaction morphed from titillation to the reality of a sharp, throbbing pain in my buttocks.

And she pushed on without speaking, meting out eighteen whacks by my count, as my groans grew louder.

THWACK, THWACK!

"Uhhhhhhh, have mercy, please!' I pleaded.

She paused. "Okay my sub, good boy, your cheeks are nice and red, just like we like. That is twenty strikes. I will pause for a few moments and then will finish with five more. I hope you take them all for me, or you will owe me the remainder later this weekend."

I managed to get through three more before I called out. "Red! I'm in a lot of pain!" I groaned. My cheeks were seething, throbbing in certain spots.

"Please move to the couch sir, and lay down, butt up obviously. Let me get some ice and look more closely." She quickly returned. "Very red, a few spots appear to be turning purplish, but the ice should help the inflammation subside."

And as we waited, she casually mentioned that she wanted to try another activity, something new for us. "No worries my sub, no more spankings, and it will be in the bedroom. And she went to get freshened up, while I waited and let the ice settle things down."

After about five more minutes, she returned wearing only a sexy black G-string. "Let's go to the bedroom."

And she sat down on the edge of the bed and directed me to kneel in front of her on the yoga pad and towel that she had placed on the floor next to the bed. Once I did so, she removed her black panties, splayed out her legs and leaned back on her elbows, with her vulva open right in front of me, easily within my reach if I leaned over at the hip.

"I want you to worship my pussy with your tongue and mouth, remaining on your knees, until I cum. Mmm!"

I felt drawn in by her almost fully shaved pussy and ignored that I was ordered to pleasure her from my knees.

I dove in and began licking and sucking her sex. Starting with her labia, I licked her outer lips until her folds were quickly lubricated with her juices. I took my time, tonguing her inner petals, eventually making my way up to her clit. Adjusting my stance so I had a better angle, I licked, sucked and nibbled on her pleasure bud. Her labia and pelvic muscles began to clench as I happily continued with my ministrations to her now soaking wet sex. She began moaning, and her legs and core stiffened as she bucked into my mouth, loudly uttering her sex noises.

"Mmm my sub" she moaned, moving my head away from her pussy. "That's a good boy, you're very good at that. We'll have to do that again!" Relaxing after her release, she motioned for me to come up on the bed and join her.

With my mouth and chin still covered in her special nectar, she began stroking my cock, which was already at half mast, lubricating it with her saliva, and some lotion.

"Uhhh, thank you, it feels good."

"Of course my sub," she whispered. "Planning on fucking you shortly, but just wanted to suggest we do another maintenance spanking session Sunday." She quietly stroked my cock as she reeled me in. "Maybe something a little different, but no caning. Agreed?"

"Okay, yes, can we make love now?"

"Of course my sub," and she grinned while taking off my collar and climbing on top of me. Plunging onto my cock, she rode me until we each reached a nearly simultaneous release.

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It was early afternoon on Super Bowl Sunday, and my son was off attending a party and watching the game with friends. I walked into my girlfriend's house a bit wary of what was to transpire that day, but glad to see her.

The prior evening had been a quiet romantic one. We agreed to set aside our increasingly advanced role play with my domme holding the reins and instead enjoyed a romantic evening in, making love, enjoying each other's company, and eventually watched a movie on Netflix.

She was in her office-computer room, finishing personal business. We greeted each other warmly. She was attired in her outfit for our spicy play: Tight black leggings, this time with a crop top tee that nicely displayed her toned flat stomach.

So let's get some water and head to the living room. She listed our agenda for the day. "We need to sort through the activities I have planned for next Saturday, making sure we're on the same page. And then as we agreed the other night, we're doing a special edition bare bottom spanking, with a bit of a twist. Later on, I have work to do for the week, but we have plenty of time."

"Okay Miss, umm my..."

She interrupted, "can you be my good sub and get out of those baggy clothes and get into something a little more revealing. I left something on the bed for you to wear."

On top of her bed was a girly pair of off white panties, a cotton, polyester mix, with a dainty magenta bow at the center of the waistline, along with matching magenta lacy borders. As I looked in the mirror, the cut was a tanga back, with my cheeks only partly covered.

I shook my head. Was she trying to feminize me? There was no top or pants.

As I strolled back in, there were the expected compliments about how sexy I looked and she asked me to model my panties for her.

"Mmm sir, very sexy girly boy panties, displaying well for me your lean swimmer's body and tight butt.

"Okay first let me take a look at your cheeks. Pull those down and face away." Inspecting my behind, she confirmed that there were no signs of bruising from Friday evening's spankings.

And we began discussing the event at Jie's. She noted that we had three or four other women attending: Jie and niece Meilin, Meilin's friend Mei, and one possible other attendee, probably our mutual friend Ling.

We went over anything new to me and a few of my hard limits, for which she wanted compromises.

One was a rather lewd position she wanted me to adapt at the beginning of our scene which wantonly displayed my cock and balls. During our discussion, she was very affectionate, running her hands over my torso and down to my man parts as well. It was not long before my cock was showing tumescence.

When I moved my hands towards her, she assertively slapped my hands away. "Trying to concentrate sir," she quipped.

I didn't have her discipline, and allowed her hands to roam. I knew what she was doing, but it felt too good.

Meanwhile she pushed for a modified position while I was kneeling and naked, leaving it too vague what she meant, and I insisted on something less lewd. I agreed Jie could assist with spanking, but no touching my man parts. We reached a compromise on my domme publicly fondling my privates that I hoped would be less embarrassing. There was another compromise on use of restraints.

There was a lot of discussion, almost all of it good natured. And during much of it, her hands wandered over my torso, nipples and my sex parts over my girlie panties. As we finished, she announced it was time for a special edition on the spanking chair, and directed me to get naked while she seated herself. She pointed for me to assume my position over her lap. "Time for our bare bottom special my sub, with a few extracurricular activities to follow.

"Any questions?"

That was pointless, likely leading to rebukes. "No my domme." And she began her thwacking of my cheeks, vigorously repeating her strikes.

I lost count after ten, as the pain and stinging returned. I began yelping after her strikes, grunting as the paddle firmly landed. Finally she stopped after what she said was fifteen. She was actually breathing hard from her efforts and paused for a few moments. My nether region was seething again.

"Okay my sub, we're going to switch gears and use the slapper, and we'll need a different chair for that."

And she busily yet efficiently set up two wrist restraints to one of the hard back chairs and quickly had me clipped into the corner frame just below the seat, using the leather wrist cuffs.

"It's past time to use this again,'' she intoned, as she practiced her swats on the nearby couch pillows.

I leaned over the chair and tightly held the base of the chair near the seat, with my legs closed and butt out. "I will be administering approximately ten of these, my sub."

Wish, Slap!... Wish, Slap!

"Uhhhh, Ugggghh."

This was different from the paddle, less thud and more sting. It felt like a belt, but made a distinct, loud slapping sound, the noise filling the living room.

And there were more whacks, my domme grunting as she applied herself to the task.

"Mmpphh," Slap, "Mmmmph," Slap!

"Uhhhhh! Jesus fuck!"

I grimaced and stared at the seat. That was pretty severe I thought as she finally concluded. Was my domme turning into a sadist at the expense of my butt?

"Wow sir," she exclaimed, "good boy for accepting your paddling and more, your butt is a bit, well, a lot red again!" She seemed excited, like she had enjoyed it, before attending to my needs.

"Let me get your restraints off and get you some ice. Suggest you lie down on the couch." And she quickly returned with the usual pain tablet, water and ice over a thin towel, which she applied.

"How is your pain level today?"

"Pretty high at the moment, but it will subside. It's worse than Friday." Not wanting to aggravate her, I held my tongue and did not comment further.

After about five minutes, she excused herself and came back in her G-string and crop top only, sitting across from me in a comfortable rocking chair, her legs opened suggestively. "Those spankings can really get a gal going," she shared, "such a turn on. Another activity is planned sir, but do you need more time?"

I felt needy from two strenuous butt spankings and asked for more aftercare, "for maybe another five minutes, then we can play."

"Of course." She sat next to me on the edge of the couch and kissed me, rubbed my back and stayed with me. After a rather brutal smacking, it helped.

Eventually, I stood up. "Okay Miss, I'm ready, thanks for the attention. What's next?"

She sat on the couch with her hips near the edge, her torso reclining.

"Thank you my sub. I'd like a repeat performance of the other night. Please get the yoga mat and a towel if you like and put it in front of me. Time for more pussy worship from that talented tongue of yours. I'm a bit worked up from our spankings!"

I retrieved the mat and towel, my thoughts wandering. Was this now going to be a regular thing?

I did enjoy licking her pussy, and put down the pad and knelt before her. Naked with her legs open, she peered at me with eyes narrowed while she lightly grazed her nipples with her left hand.

"Mmm, my sub. I'm ready for you. Please begin," she said softly.

I leaned in and eagerly licked and nibbled the pink petals of her pussy, which was already moist and leaking her special juice.

She looked down at me between her legs, licking and sucking, kneeling before her. "Do you enjoy pleasing me down there, my sub?"

I nodded as I lapped at her juices.

"That's my good subby boy. I can tell!"

Her pussy was sopping wet now, and as I took my time with my ministrations, she abruptly directed me. "Lick my clit, now, my sub!"

I did so, and it was not long before her torso and labia clenched, and she cried out, pressing into my mouth. She was grinning as I cleaned her up, licking her juices from her folds. "That hit the spot, my sub, so good. Please join me on the couch."

As I did so, her nectar was all over my lips and chin. She ignored this and we began kissing, before she began lightly rubbing and stroking my cock. I was hard almost instantaneously, my cock twitching and nearly ready to spurt when she abruptly stopped and sat up.

She looked at me with a knowing grin. "Sorry my sub, but I have a lot of prep work for my business meetings this week. No more time for playing today. But thank you so much for your oral attention. Maybe you want to get some ice for your situation down there," she smirked, as she glanced at my erect member. "Can't very well go home like that!"

This was a first, her tease and denial. While it was frustrating, I knew pleading would just lead to more taunting- and even punishment. And she was up and already heading to the bedroom.

I did indeed amble to the kitchen, grabbed a bag of frozen fruit, and went into her half bath to get my unit calmed down. I quickly dressed in her bedroom, grabbed my swim bag, and headed to her work room to say goodbye. She was immersed already in her work, with files out and documents up on her computer.

"Okay Miss, I'm heading out, hope your work stuff goes well." She looked at me and nodded.

"Thank you, great weekend together, see you soon."

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