This story is a 40,000 word novella which runs to 16 chapters. It starts as a slow burn but goes on to explore the journey of a novice as he discovers the joys of loving Femdom. I wrote it as a gift for my real life sub, David, and we hope you enjoy it.
If Femdom is not for you, then please do not continue reading. However, if you like the idea of a powerful woman controlling every aspect of a helpless sub's pleasure, then please read on.
David was so turned on he could barely think. Her words had tapped deep down into his desires and even the thought that he would willingly be denied his own orgasm to serve her felt right. She was his Goddess, and his orgasm was hers to command, his pleasure her tribute to demand, and he would willingly sacrifice it at her altar.
He realised that his world view had changed. Now everything was about what his Mistress desired. This was her world, not his. He was ready to submit fully and completely to her judgment and place himself fully into her hands.
So, to answer her question, would he please her this way? Bowing his head submissively, David replied, 'I am for Mistress' pleasure only. I am merely an instrument of your will. I only ask that you let me serve you in any way that pleases you.'
Oh, my beautiful, perfect boy, Kate thrilled. Her pussy moistened and her breasts felt heavy and full, her nipples pebbling as she imagined all the fun she would have breaking him in, training him to her pleasure. He deserved a reward for his beautiful show of submission, a little taste right now to set the tone of their future interactions and to satisfy the craving that this conversation had instilled in them both.
'Precious pet, how you please me with your answer. Now, let me see if your actions fit your words. Remember Rule number two? Strip for me, boy.'
David was torn. He'd hoped that their evening would turn more physical, and he was more than ready to satisfy Kate, Mistress, in whatever way she desired, but there was always that initial reticence to disrobe in front of someone new, especially as this wasn't in a mindless rush of mutual passion. While he was no spring chicken, he kept active, kept himself in shape, but today he was very aware that he was being coolly scrutinised by a powerful, fully clothed woman. However, the way she was regarding him, her aloof body posture at odds with the desire burning in her mesmerising hazel eyes, spurred him to comply, efficiently shedding his clothes and placing them neatly at her feet, until he was standing naked before her.
'Very nice, pet,' She crooned, beckoning him closer until he was standing directly in front of her, his bare feet almost touching her patent pumps. Taking his hand, She steered him to her right side. 'Now, over you go, boy', She said, firmly, but not unkindly.
David was not a stranger to being across a woman's knee, but it had been more than a few decades since his mother had taken him across hers. He'd grown up in an age where women ruled the home with an iron will and his rebellious spirit was kept in line with a short, sharp whupping with her hand, a wooden spoon or sometimes even cutting a dreaded switch if he had been particularly ornery.
Despite modern beliefs about physical chastisement of children, such corporal discipline had never felt abusive or made him love her any less. In fact, he believed it cemented their bond as he knew that she loved him unreservedly and only wanted him to be the very best he could be. He believed that if she didn't care for him so deeply, she wouldn't have taken the time to see to his discipline. And this moment, with this strong, compelling woman, very much felt like it was coming from the same place.
David longed to impress his Mistress with his stoicism in the face of her punishment, so he resolutely laid himself across her firm thighs, appreciating the brush of the soft material of her dress as it stroked his rock-hard shaft, and relaxed in place.
The moment one cool, smooth hand laid across his muscular buttocks, the other resting between his shoulder blades, he felt himself sinking deeper into his submissive mindset.
David had always had a thing for a woman's hands. To him they were inextricably linked both erotically and physically to his vision of a strong woman, into whose hands he would willingly consign himself. And now, as Mistress K prepared to give him his first spanking, he willingly handed her the power to hold him over that yawning abyss, and he trusted that, at her discretion, She would return him unharmed.
Smack!
The first application of palm to cheek came with an explosion of noise and David jerked in her lap, more from the shock than the pain. For such delicate, slender hands, she could sure pack quite a sting. And clearly, Mistress K had no intention of starting easy! No, that first slap was starting to glow, and he imagined the pause he was experiencing was giving her a chance to watch the red palm-shaped flush darken on his pale cheek.
He expected her to move to his other cheek but was shocked once again when she started up a tattoo of slaps on that same tender round, moving in an unhurried circuit around the whole target, from the crest of his buttock to the tender undercurve where butt meets thigh.
Wanting to direct her to an unmarked area, David started to wriggle over her knees, rocking his hips and tensing his legs, but all this seemed to do was encourage her to press his upper body down more firmly with her other hand while upping the tempo of her spanks.
This was really starting to have an effect now. Not only was the whole of his right flank burning like he was sitting on a brazier, but the constant jerking and writhing to escape the blows had only served to enflame his pulsing cock further. Dear God, much more of this and he was going to unman himself like an untried teen! It was only by imagining how disgusted she would be at his lack of control that he managed to wrestle his lust back to a simmering burn.
Almost as though she knew how close he had become, she stopped for a moment, perhaps admiring the contrast of the pale untouched left side to what was surely a mottled red on his right, lightly running her fingernails over the scorched ground. The delicate touch sent lines of sparks over the flaming skin, and he gave a low moan of need. He thought he heard a soft chuckle, but that thought was quickly overtaken by the sensory overload of his unmarked left cheek receiving its share of her tender ministrations.
Although he knew what to expect and was grateful that she had switched her attentions to his other cheek, this time it seemed harder to bear. The nerves in his poor, blistered butt seemed to be connected straight to his genitals and each slap was like a stroke to his overstimulated shaft and heavy, swinging balls. Did this woman never tire? The conflagration in his nether cheeks must surely be blistering her palm by now. Still, however long she planned to punish him, he would lie quietly and take it. David was no stranger to pain, and he knew that whatever she could dish out, he could take stoically. There was no way that she was going to break him, especially not with a mere hand spanking, despite how much enthusiasm She was putting into it!
After a final twenty extra-hard spanks, Kate's hand rested on David's roasted bottom. She was breathing heavily, and not just from the exertion. The heat that she had stoked in this one area was really pretty impressive, as was the way he had endured it. Clearly it wasn't an easy spanking, probably more than he was expecting her to mete out, but he had submitted and accepted everything she had to give, and she was pleased.
'You took that well, pet. You have impressed me.' David thrilled at her words, relieved that he had demonstrated his endurance and that this had pleased her.
