DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

Finally his patience, politeness and dogged determination had
paid off. He had always slightly suggested to his dates, that a
forceful but kindly girl was what he sought. Someone who would
take charge but still respect his needs. Someone who one could
share the rest of life with, those nights at the theatre or
those trips to sunny Brid.

Oddly enough, most of the girls seemed to think that taking
charge in bed was the man's job, while they lay still and
thought of England. So even though they too wanted to go to
sunny Brid, Carl had to gently go his own way.

Her name finally turned out to be Anna. She was an up and coming
hard working secretary. She seemed to respond to him instantly.
It turned out her father had run away from home. Left with her
mother, she had been brought up to take life by the horns, and
do what she needed.

Her mother had lectured her on the perfidy of the male. "Set's
up the bloody system, so that he's on top and you're beneath,
then what does he do, has everything he needs, and still bloody
well runs off, to find someone else to get on top of. Mark my
words, Anna, never let a dammed man get on top of you!"

This message, Anna grew up with.

At school, she had slightly revised her thoughts. Yes, lots of
them did seem to resemble mauling bears, some were even
attractive mauling bears, she avoided these. However there were
some blokes who seemed a little calmer, people who you could
actually talk about the weather with. She was sure that
somewhere there was a guy sufficiently nice, and perhaps even
pliable, that the prospect of sharing your life together was
even attractive.

She too was patient, her career took up her energies. Rule
number one was obviously be financially independent. To do that,
her 14 year old self had recognised that she must succeed at
school. This she did, and now she was succeeding at work.

Work had been an enlightenment. Certainly there were some girls
who just seemed to be marking time before marriage and
pregnancy, though often it was the other way around. However
since her office was quite demanding, there were some quite
demanding ladies employed.

She had never been aware of Amazons as a concept but Tracy, a
married lady about ten years older, had shared her confidence.
Anna's initial surprise had rapidly changed to a recognition of
a kindred spirit. She had been amazed to learn (and then rather
pleased) that you could find men who did as they were told in
bed. You could even find men with strong minded characters who
could earn their own livings, and yet when undressed were as
demure and submissive as any woman was supposed to be.

Tracy had told her about their club, where a small group of like
minded woman met to support each other. In a hostile climate, it
was a sort of counselling service. It also acted as a training
clinic. Every month, the group met with their men, then they
stripped them, and played with them. Apparently Tracy and her
friends, had made no end of progress in becoming mistresses of
Fem Dom. Where they had started out uncertainly, now they trod
confidently, with their men trotting obediently behind.

What was more according to Tracy, these men were happy too.
Everyone seemed to gain, the girls were no longer left like
second class citizens, hurt and bleeding in the dark. The men
released from their stereotypes were discovering the real joy of
worshipping a female with a healthy dose of self abandonment.
The women knew what they wanted and told the men exactly how to
do it, the men found that it was far easier and just as
pleasurable to do what they were told.

Some of the women had discovered that their men were crying out
deep inside to be tied up and whipped! Even the Amazons had not
quite realised the full nature of male lust when untied from its
centuries old duty.

Anna's problem was that, she could not join without a partner.
Hence Anna was overjoyed when after several meetings, Carl's
real needs had been communicated to her, and she liked his
cooking too. They had quickly become lovers, but progressing to
the Amazon club had taken a while longer. Only when Carl had
become completely relaxed with Anna's own lovemaking did he
agree to submit to her suggestion.

So the day had come. Carl had agreed that Anna could take him to
the Amazon's meeting. Tracy had told Anna about how their first
visit would go and in particular what they would be doing to
Carl - this had to remain a secret. Carl did actually feel quite
nervous that evening. He had met Tracy several times now, but
there were five other girls, and apparently he would have to try
to service all of them.

When they got there, Katy opened the door. Immediately she had
taken Carl's hand and opening an ante room door, she had said
"Get in there and undress." Meantime smiling at Anna, she
invited her to join the others for a drink.

Carl undressed in what was just a cloakroom. Once naked, he just
stood there. He did feel frightened, but his cock was firm, and
as he waited he knew he was desperate for a girl, any girl to
come in and tell him what to do.

After about ten minutes, Tracy came in.

She actually smiled at him, "Don't worry, we'll make sure you
have a nice evening, even if we do want to spank the living
daylights out of your bottom." She moved close, and tweaked his
bottom. "Oh, I had better put this on you," she was holding a
lead and chain. She began fixing it around his neck, "Now
remember, don't speak unless you are spoken too, and on all
fours unless you are told, now down boy."

Carl got down on his hands and knees, he was hardly down, before
Tracy snarled "move", and she set off.

He had to follow, what a way to meet these people. He was naked,
with a collar and lead on his neck, crawling through the door
into the lounge. There was Anna, standing alone beside another
girl, both smiling broadly. Beside the girl another man was
crouched, his neck also in a collar and lead.

In fact dotted around the room, were four other naked males
crouching at their mistresses' feet. The fifth guy was sat naked
on a bar stool, in front of another empty bar stool.

Carl was just taking it all in, when Tracy began to speak.

"Ladies, thank you for coming with your pets tonight. We have
two new pets joining us to start their training programme, Carl
here, and Chris, who is already on his perch. For those not
familiar with how we train pets, I will remind you of how we
begin. The first lessons must aim to encourage obedience and
relaxation. Our pets must do what we ask willingly, to do this
all their orifices must be relaxed, and able to accommodate
anything we can offer them. They must not hesitate to undertake
any task, no matter how strange it may seem to them. To help
them, we have a little session on the stools. Most of you know,
what Chris has discovered, these are rather special stools."

Taking the empty one, Tracy showed Carl its seat. "You can see
that it is specially moulded to accommodate each buttock,
springing from it is this rubber dildo. In a moment, we will
put Carl on the stool and insert the dildo. Using these straps,
we will harness Carl securely, so he cannot get off, we will
also attach his ankles with cuffs to the stool legs. Once
restrained, we will sit him opposite Chris. I will then invite
them to mutually masturbate each other to orgasm. Once they have
come, we will manipulate them to erection before each of us uses
them as we please. Katy, Anna, take Carl and secure him!"

Carl's first night of complete slavery had begun. He was aware
only of trivial things like the female perfume around him. He
did think of the dildo, but it had been well lubricated, and he
was impaled with surprisingly little pain.

He was aware of the sweat on Chris's face, and the size of the
guy's organ, but he could not have said a word if he tried,
these girls had certainly taken charge. He felt the straps and
cuffs being fitted, as if in a daze.

Tracy's voice broke though the mist "Go on, wank each other."

He looked at Chris, he was about the same age, his cock was
hard, his eyes were glazed with a combination of lust and
anxiety. Both guy's hands began to move. Carl realised he had
never felt another guy's cock, let alone wanked another man, he
looked down at his own member, as the other bloke's hand cupped
it. Carl saw the hand began to move, and a spasm of pleasure
shook his groin as the guy started to pump him.

Carl knew he must follow suit, Carl wrapped his palm around
Chris' sweaty cock, and he too started pumping. As he did so he
was vaguely aware, that the room was completely silent. The two
guys were the centre of rapt attention.

He could not dwell on their stardom though, the effort to resist
his own orgasm while pumping the other male, all the while
feeling a huge plug locking him to the stool, had him close to
swooning.

Through his haze, he was just aware somewhere in his mind, that
this was the fruition of a dream that his subconscious had lived
with, for so it seemed, as long as he could remember.