Female Domination

True Story

The Beginning of the Agreement

Just to refresh everyone’s memory, my name is Matt and I am continuing the story from the “The Day I lost my virginity” when I was sixteen years old. A short recap has me still bound to a chaise lounge at my sister’s friend’s house after losing my virginity first to my little sister, Katie, and then to her friend Jen. After satisfying their needs, they just left me tied up and walked away. Leaving me bound naked to the lounge chair for all to see. Fortunately dusk was settling in and due to the eventful day, I dozed off into sleep.
What was probably hours later as it was now night, I was awakened by someone both touching my cock and a cough. Opening my eyes, it was Jen’s mom sitting next to me on the lounge chair. This woman is just so, so hot looking (remember she was sun bathing in the nude in the beginning of the last episode) and waking up to her dressed in a thin white, low cut cotton dress which allowed the pool lights to pass through outlining her body underneath. Of course instantly my dick started to rise and she noticed by grabbing my cock while pulling it up right.
At that point, she looked at me and stated; “It appears that the girls had some fun with you, can you tell me what happened?” As she slowly stroked my cock to it’s full dimensions, I gave her the quick run down of what happened almost embarrassingly saying that it was the first time and then especially losing my virginity to my younger sister of all people. She laughed at that and said there could be worse ways than that.
She looked at my cock and asked if it was responding more to the events of the day, or was it because my cock was happy to see her. My response was to explain that I have never seen a woman that turned me on more, either in porno films, magazines, or in person than her. She smiled and said, “thank you, I am glad this is for me” as she squeezed my hard dick. She then asked, “you do know that I am at least twenty years older than you, do you not?” I told her that no one could tell from the way she looked and the thought of her looks, with experience, makes me want to blow my wad right now.
She then asked: “so by mentioning experience, are you looking to be trained?”
Of course my response was that, yes I wanted to learn, especially with someone as hot as her.
With that, she stood up and swung her leg over me, straddling my body, slowly raising her dress while moving her pussy over my upright dick. My anticipation was beyond belief…I was going to be allowed to fuck the most gorgeous woman in the world.
She lowered herself to where I felt the rings from her cunt just start to touch the head of my cock. Then she stopped, leaned forward with hands next to my head, and said; “before we go down this road, let us set the ground rules. First, you are still a boy, with a man’s cock that is probably a top ten percenter and the vast majority of women never have the opportunity to enjoy one like this. Second, to be gifted like this and have the opportunity to train you before you can form bad habits. Third, I could use another toy, so this excites me. Therefore, I will accept the challenge to put you through an apprenticeship so to speak. But, you have to accept 100% direction from me, no questions asked. In essence, I own you for the duration of your education. This means if you have a chance to fuck with some one else, it can only be done with my permission. I will add physical enhancements, including a brand to designate to which you owe your training. Another words, no matter what I tell you to do and no matter how revolting it might be to you, you do it and relish it. I will take your verbal word on this now, but expect you to sign a document stating this later…do you accept?”
I heard the words, but did not have to question anything as those cunt rings hanging from her pussy lips were teasing the hell out of the head of my cock. I said, “I accept…unconditionally!”
With that, she plunged her cunt down on my cock announcing that from now on it is “HER cock” and that I am to always address her as either Mrs. Cash or Ma’am. She worked her way down; the pressure on “her cock” was exquisite, the warmth, the smoothness, and the thought of being embedded into the most beautiful woman I knew in the first sixteen years of my life was too much. In a matter of five to six minutes of her riding up and down, “her cock” exploded in a torrent of sperm filling her vagina and womb. She looked down, smiled and said, “this is why you need training, but it is a start”.
With that she directed her cunt to my face, telling me to do a good job of cleaning it out. I sucked her pussy for all that I could, sucking out huge quantities of jism. Surprisingly it was not all the texture of liquid; some of it was in clumps causing me to chew. She noticed that, and mentioned that she had been at a bar trying to set up my mother (another surprise) but she did not show. So, she fucked both the guys since she was horny, and now I have the pleasure of consuming their coagulated spunk. Then she said, “first test, do you like it?” Even though it was revolting to think, I nodded my head yes.
She worked her cunt back and forth across my mouth, with me licking, sucking, and working my tongue up her pussy as far as I could. She then told me to do the same to her asshole. I complied with a relish. After fifteen minutes or so, she had an orgasm flooding my mouth with her juices. I thought…this is fantastic, it tasted so great, I would eat a mile of her shit just to have her do it again…little did I know.

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The Carnival Pt 5

Bobby’s first week on the carnival circuit was about to come to an end, but things got more involved as the weekend approached.

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My Aunt And I

When I was 7, I received my first spanking. I had done some fairly innocuous child-like thing, perhaps forgetting to put my toys away properly, or I had perhaps made a mess. My mother explained what I had done wrong, and then told me I was going to be punished for it. She put me over her knee and swatted me a few times on the rear before releasing me and hugging me and telling me she loved me and it had hurt her more than me. The memory of that day has been ingrained in my mind.
4 years after that day, my father was killed in a car accident. It was a tragic event that caused grief to everyone that had known him. He was a great man, and will forever be my role model. His death caused my mother to go into a fit of depression, and she eventually committed suicide, amid a mountain of debt and unpaid bills. My father had been the principal earner in the household, and we hadn’t been able to survive without him.
I was placed in the care of my aunt, my mother’s sister, some 10 years younger than she. In fact, as my mother had had me at a young age, my aunt was only 12 years older than I. I was 12, she was 24. However, being sterile herself, she was very happy to provide for me. She had just graduated law school, and begun the busy life of a big-city lawyer. Not a lot of time for me, but that was ok; I was used to taking care of myself.
One thing she did not differ on from my mother was her methods of discipline. As she told me the day I moved in, spankings were very normal, and she was not at all reluctant to administer them. I must have been spanked fifteen times in the first month I was there, getting used to her particular rules.
This was not entirely accidental. As I matured, I began to enjoy being spanked. I found it wonderful to have that much attention lavished upon me, especially as I was not used to it. Having a mother that was too depressed to care for me and an aunt that spent so much of her day working, I had very little attention. I enjoyed the feeling of being pulled into my aunt’s lap, pushed over her knee, and spanked. My aunt, unlike my mother, insisted on pulling my pants down and smacking me on my underwear-covered bottom. I didn’t mind this particularly.
One day, I was doing laundry, as I had completely run out of underwear. I loaded the machine but accidentally put far too much soap in. Figuring it would all just wash away anyway, I started the machine. An hour later when I went to check on it, to my horror I discovered that soap bubbles had built up and escaped the machine, covering the floor in white suds. I ran to tell my aunt what had happened, already knowing what my fate would be.
Sure enough, upon seeing the mess, her face turned a little red and she told me to meet her in the living room. I trudged over to her and hung my head.
“Jason, you know what you have done wrong. It was silly of you to start the machine without removing some of the soap.” She said.
“I know Auntie, I’m sorry.”
“You will be spanked for this, and make sure it never happens again.”
“Yes Auntie.” I said, as I moved towards her. She motioned towards my pants. I undid my belt, but as I started to undo the button I remembered why I had needed to do laundry so bad.
“Auntie? I’m…I’m not wearing any underwear.” I stammered. She looked momentarily surprised, then recovered.
“Very well, today you will receive a bare bottom spanking then.”
“Yes Auntie,” I said, and undid my pants. I waited for a second. She looked me in the eyes.
“You’ve just earned yourself an extra fifteen whacks mister. Hurry up!”
I wanted to protest, but decided it was better for me to keep my mouth shut. I slid my pants off, and stood there.
“Shirt too.” My aunt barked at me. I wondered why, but did as she asked. I stood there naked, my little cock free to be looked at. And look she did. I wondered why she spent so long staring at it. I didn’t think there was anything special about it. A little peach fuzz was growing above it, and it had started getting bigger. I was well acquainted with the changes my body was undergoing. I had just started reading about puberty, and sex. I had started masturbating recently. My only fear was one of those random boners that sometimes happened to me!
My aunt motioned for me to come closer. I did, and she pulled me across her lap as normal. She began spanking me, and I quickly forgot about an erection. It hurt a lot more than normal. She could see this and intermittently spanked me and rubbed my bottom to soothe it. The rubbing felt good. Really good actually, and I began to really enjoy it. She spanked me a few more times, and then shifted slightly. As she did so, her legs opened slightly, and my cock found its way in between them. I could feel her nylon-covered legs, and as she spanked me and I wriggled, my cock rubbed on them. It felt very nice. As she started rubbing my bottom again, I felt myself becoming erect. I panicked.
“Please stop,” I said. My aunt smacked me harder.
“Why?” she asked, and rubbed my bottom. “Does it hurt? Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“I do, I do!” I said. By now I was at full attention, and as she massaged my bottom and I wriggled, I felt myself begin to approach orgasm.
“Very well,” said my aunt. She resumed her rubbing of my bottom. Suddenly I realized what my predicament was. If I stayed where I was, I would have an orgasm. If I got up, she would see I had an erection. I took the lesser of two evils. I stood up.
The look of shock on her face when she saw I was sporting a stiffy was priceless. I pulled my pants and shirt on, and walked away, meaning to go straight to my bedroom and play with myself.
And I did. I jacked off furiously thinking about the feeling of her nylons and her hand on my bottom. As I approached orgasm, I heard my door open. My aunt was standing there, with her hands on her hips. She was pissed.
“Jason!” She screamed, “The point of a spanking is not so you can enjoy yourself! It’s so you can be punished. I guess I wasn’t hitting you hard enough. Come here!”
With that, she sat down on the edge of my bed, and pulled me into her lap again. Again my cock was nestled between her legs, and she started bringing her hand down on my bottom with real force. It really hurt. But it still felt really good. I couldn’t hold on, and I came, all over her stockings. She stopped hitting me. I lay there embarrassed, but also feeling really good. Eventually she sighed and pushed me off her lap. I was made to stand in the corner, with my hands over my head, while she cleaned herself off. She removed her stockings, and as she did, I caught a flash of panties up her skirt. I found myself becoming hard again.
She looked over and saw what was happening.
“I suppose I can’t get mad at you for this. You’re a twelve year old boy, and this is normal, right?” She grinned. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson for the day. Now I suppose you can go back to playing with yourself.”
With that she stood up and walked out the door. She paused in the doorway. “Tell you what: you can play with yourself on two conditions. One, you have to stay where you are, you’re still being punished. Two, I get to watch.
I didn’t mind her watching, as it meant more attention for me. I immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking. She sat down on my bed again and watched closely. She sighed a little.
“You’re going so fast. You won’t enjoy it at all at that speed. Slow down a little”
I groaned, because it felt so good, but heeded her advice and slowed down. Within a couple minutes I had already lasted longer than ever before. I guess she was right. I was enjoying myself, but I needed a release. I sped up.
“Slow down again, tease yourself!” She commanded.
“But Auntie, I want to cum!” I said.
“No, slow yourself down.” She said. Again, reluctantly I slowed down. I continued like this for a few more minutes. I could tell she was really enjoying watching me. I felt myself approach orgasm.
“Please Auntie, I’m so close,” I moaned.
“Not yet,” she said, “Trust me”.
I groaned but slowed down even more, focusing on the shaft instead of the head. I stroked again for a few more minutes.
“Alright,” my aunt said. I sped up quickly, before realizing that wasn’t what she was talking about. She crooked a finger at me. “Come here,” she said. I approached her and she lay me down in her lap, face up. She grabbed a hold of my penis and started stroking me. Now THAT felt good.
“Ohhh Auntie I’m close!” I said.
“Not yet!” she said, again, but kept her pace. I felt like I was going to explode.
“Please, Auntie, please,” I begged, “Please let me cum.”
She said nothing but kept stroking. I did everything in my power to keep myself from cumming. I started to squirm.
“Alright baby, cum for me. Cum for Auntie.”
I did as she commanded. I came all over my chest, over her hand, over her arm, and I think some went all the way up and hit her on the blouse. She kept stroking until every last drop was out of me. I lay there in her lap, glowing. She smiled down at me. When I recovered, I leaned up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She patted my bottom as I got up and wordlessly slipped out of my room. I knew that I was going to have to earn myself another spanking!

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The Judgment of Sgt. J. Chapter 10 Sailing into Hell

Kay and Cathy will be telling this chapter together. I hope that they make it through it without tearing into each other, as I know some secrets will come out along the way. I had made plans to send Kay and Cathy on a two-week cruise to the Caribbean. I was sending them as a thank you for being there when I had my malaria attack.

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My summer in France

Part 1
When I was 16, my high school organized an optional group trip to France for a month. The idea was that we were supposed to go learn French and become immersed in the culture, but as I found out from students who had gone on the trip previously, in reality it was just a chance to get drunk and party with your friends, and try to hook up with French girls.
While I was interested in getting drunk with my buddies, none of the girls in my class held any particular appeal for me. Not that they weren’t attractive, but I was a fairly private person, and girls tend not to fall over themselves for that type of guy. As a result, I spent a lot of my time looking at porn, and found myself stuck. I was unable to pursue real girls because they didn’t hold the same appeal as those on the internet, and I dealt with that issue by watching more porn. My sexual fantasies strayed further from “normal” porn, and led into more fetish porn, including matures, BDSM, and spanking. I was unsure if I was truly into these activities, but I certainly enjoyed jerking off to videos of them.
Before we left on the trip, we were assigned to host families. Mine was a single mother named Danielle and her two daughters, Michelle and Alice. Michelle was 3 years older than me, and a sophomore in college. Alice was a year younger than me. They sent me a couple of letters saying hi and introducing themselves, but I didn’t pay much attention. I was too excited to get partying. I figured I’d spend as little time as possible at home. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The flight was uneventful, and upon arrival at Charles De Gaul airport in Paris, we disembarked and collected our luggage. Near the baggage pickup was a large group of people, most with signs. These were our host families. I quickly picked found the one with my name on it. I waved my buddies goodbye, telling them I’d catch up with them later, and headed over. The woman holding it must have been Danielle. I was stunned. Danielle was gorgeous. She was about 5’6, and couldn’t have been more than 110 lbs. I swear half of that must have been in her tits. They were huge! She had long brown hair and a very pretty face. I pegged her at about 40, maybe a little younger.
“You must be Jason,” she said.
“Yeah,” I said, “And you’re Danielle?”
“Oui- sorry – yes.” She giggled. She shook my hand. At her touch, instantly dirty thoughts ran through my mind. She looked exactly like the type of woman I might see on one of my mature sights. My cock began to stiffen. I moved my suitcase in front of my crotch.
“Shall we?” I asked.
“Yes. This way.”
She released my hand and began walking away. Her ass swayed sexily in her tight yoga pants. I knew exactly what I’d be jerking off to tonight. Danielle led me to the parking lot and we got in her car. We chit chatted on the way home. We talked about school, and she told me about her daughters. I kept peeking over at her massive tits while she talked, and I’d swear she caught me a couple times, but she didn’t say anything. As we turned off the highway and began weaving through her neighborhood, she made a request.
“Jason, this may sound odd, but I want you to think it through. I know I am not your mother, and you may say no if you like, but I understand how these trips work. France has recently raised the drinking age to 18, meaning you will not be able to drink or club without a guardian. I would like to offer you a deal. I will act as your guardian so that you will be able to do these things. But in exchange, I ask that you act as my own child while you are here. That means my rules. You are of course free to offer an opinion, but my word is final. Do you understand? Is this something you agree to?”
I was crushed. What was the point of going to France if I couldn’t drink? Furthermore, part of the reason I wanted to go was to avoid being under constant supervision. And here was Danielle offering constant supervision in exchange…for what exactly? Booze? I didn’t really have any choice, so I reluctantly said I agreed. Danielle smiled.
“This is a good decision Jason. You will be very happy here I trust.”
We parked. I rolled my suitcase up to the door and walked inside. Danielle called out for her girls to come greet me. They came downstairs. Once again I was stunned. Both Michelle and Alice were gorgeous. Michelle got her mother’s dark hair, which was long. Her tits, although not as big as her mother’s, were very perky and nice. I’d guess a solid C cup. Alice was blonde, with shoulder length hair and smaller tits. But god damn was she cute. She smiled at me and my legs literally got wobbly. Both of them hugged me. They smelled so good. I must have looked dazed because Danielle asked me if I was tired. I said I was, and the 3 of them led me up to my room.
“This is Alice’s room,” said Danielle, “She’ll be staying with Michelle next door. My room is down the hall. The restroom is over there.”
A shower. That’s what I really wanted. “Thanks”, I said. “I’m just gonna take a shower and I’ll be fine I think. I’d like to see some stuff tonight.”
The girls went to their room and I went into my room. I stripped down and wrapped a towel around myself. I was surprised to see Danielle still standing there when I came out. She looked at me with a funny look on her face. I stood there, bare-chested. I didn’t think I had a particularly nice body to be honest. I was skinny, almost scrawny. I did have a six pack, but that was more because of my inability to put on fat than actual muscle. She smiled at me and said, “I just wondered if you wanted some shampoo or soap. Feel free to anything in there.”
I thanked her and hurried past. I closed the door behind me and tried to lock it. I realised there was no lock. “Weird,” I thought. I shrugged and pulled the towel off. I looked for the shower. What I saw really surprised me. Instead of a normal tub, or perhaps stand up shower, there was what looked like a section of communal shower. It looked like a pool locker room. There were 2 shower heads side by side on a wall and a raised platform with a drain in the middle. I was puzzled, although the answer quickly dawned on me. There were only girls living there. I knew from experience that girls took forever to shower. “They probably fought over who got to shower first so they just installed this,” I thought. It was still weird, but I guess it made sense. I trusted that at least while I was there, I would have privacy.
The water felt amazing. I thought about Danielle and her two daughters. I wasn’t so sure I wanted privacy after all. I began to fantasize about what would happen if they walked in on me. Would I turn them away? Probably not. I’d invite them to join me. Yes, Danielle with her big tits and Michelle with her cute perky ones. Maybe Alice would get down on her knees and look at me with her big eyes while she was sucking my cock…
Before I even realised what I was doing I was jerking off. It was incredible. I looked at the assortment of razors and soaps on the stand in between the shower heads. I wondered if the girls used them for shaving their pussies. I thought about shoving my cock deep inside them, about Danielle watching while I fucked her daughters, about Danielle masturbating to me masturbating, and most of all about her gorgeous, gigantic tits. I was just thinking about unloading all over them when I heard a small sound. The door was opening.
I couldn’t very well hide my erection, so I turned around and faced the wall. I peeked over my shoulder. Danielle walked in, butt naked. I almost came on the wall in front of me. Her huge tits swayed as she walked. Her pussy was bare, but for a small triangle of hair higher up above it. She paused, looking at me, then smiled and waved sarcastically.
“Didn’t expect to see me?” She asked. “I guess you figured out we shower together most of the time. The girls used to fight so we just installed this. It’s not weird Jason, I promise.”
With that, she turned on the other shower and stepped in. My erection hit the wall, and I looked down. I was as hard as ever. I began to try to wash myself, but I could feel Danielle looking at me.
“You know Jason, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Part of the reason I’m here is because you need to understand that this is just how things work here. I am not embarrassed, therefore you should not be. Remember the deal we made. Now please, turn around. We can face each other, and be totally ok.”
I looked down at my throbbing erection again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I said. Danielle laughed and started pouring soap into her hand. She rubbed it into her tits and started playing with her nipples.
“If you say so. But It’s not fair that you’re just standing there looking at me,” she said. “I’m asking you, Jason, as your mother for a month. Please turn around and let’s be mature about this.
I swallowed hard and began turning around slowly. My cock was still rock hard. Danielle pointed at it. “Is that why you were embarrassed?” she asked. I nodded. “No reason to be embarrassed, trust me. It’s just a body Jason. We’re all people.”
I nodded again. “Sorry,” I stammered. “It’s just the first time I’ve ever seen a woman naked. Well, that’s not true, but it’s the first time in person.”
Danielle laughed. “And what do you think?”
“I think you’re beautiful,” I said.
Danielle thanked me, then told me to continue my shower as though she wasn’t there. I found that quite impossible, of course, as I had been jerking off when she walked in. I tried washing myself, but my cock was aching. I turned away from Danielle and gave it a little stroke. Fuck it felt good. But I couldn’t. I kept stroking. I peeked over at Danielle again and she was facing me but her eyes were closed. She was washing her hair. I looked her up and down and thought about fucking her before cumming on her tits. It was too good. I felt myself approach orgasm.
Just then, her eyes opened and she looked straight at me. She looked happy. “Finally, you are comfortable!” she said, just as I came. I came everywhere, load after load. It might have been my best orgasm to date. She walked over to me and rubbed my back.
“This is perfect, Jason. I’m happy that you can do this here. Again, it’s not embarrassing. We are just people.”
She poured some soap into her hand and washed my back for me. I was in a post-orgasm euphoria and barely noticed what she was doing. She massaged my neck a little and then my lower back. She moved down my butt and started washing in between my legs. She whispered to me, “It’s ok, Jason. Just enjoy it.” She began washing my chest with her other hand. It dipped down to my still rock-hard cock. She gave it a stroke. I shuddered.
“You like this?” She said. I moaned and nodded. She kept stroking, and her other hand slid up the inside of my leg to my anus. She rubbed it lightly. “This?” she asked. I moaned again. I had never thought I’d be an ass person, but I watched enough strap on videos to know that some guys enjoyed it. Clearly I was one of them.
Danielle stroked my cock harder, and slipped a finger in my ass. It hurt a very little bit, but it also felt incredibly naughty and good. She wiggled it around and I felt it come in contact with my prostate. That felt good. Really good. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her tits looked perfect. It was exactly like my fantasy. I couldn’t contain myself anymore and let out a grunt of warning. She stroked harder and stuck her chest out. I came all over those big beautiful tits. She gently removed her finger from my anus and washed my cock off. She hugged me and turned my water off. She then returned to her shower and rinsed her tits off, turned the shower off and grabbed her towel and mine. She passed me mine and began to towel off. I did the same. She wrapped her towel around herself and opened the door.
“I hope that wasn’t awkward for you Jason. You’ll get used to it eventually.”
With that she walked out, leaving me stunned. I finished toweling off and walked out of the restroom. Michelle and Alice were standing in the hallway watching me with a curious look in their eyes.
 

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All for Mr. Redman Chapter 2

The morning after and how things got twisted up in a way I didn’t see coming. This is based on actual events, roommate portion encounter made more interesting, but true at core. I don’t want to ruin the surprise as you read. You might want to read Chapter one to understand the background.

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Androville

Earth, the year is 2030. following the radically destructive events caused by men throughout the ages, women have successfully taken over the world. the surface is a utopia with advanced technology, space travel, and NO BIOLOGICAL MEN!