Brigid's in Charge

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Brigid's In Charge: A Femdom Episode

No desire is, in itself, wrong; nor should it be judged and condemned. It just needs to find a way to express itself that is appropriate. Even if our desire is to be humiliated, punished or shamed, this is a healthy desire if we respect ourselves as vulnerable human beings, as an 'I'.

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It surprised Chase when a friend called and invited him to a small play party at the home she shared with her submissive husband. She told him she had a woman she wanted him to meet.

Oh God. Not another blind date, he thought.

He didn't want to say no to friends like Pauline and Jim. So when he showed up at their home, and a stunning woman in a fetish costume opened the door, he froze in his tracks, unable to speak.

"I take it you're here for the party, right?" she said.

"Yes, yes I am," he stuttered.

"Would you like to come in?" She held the door open.

Chase was trying to get his heart rate down as he stumbled through the doorway. He couldn't stop gaping at her. She was tall, but still below his six-foot frame. Her blond hair framed a classic Nordic face, emphasized her high cheekbones and bright blue eyes. Athletic, with toned legs in knee-high boots, a leather miniskirt, and a trim waist in a bustier that pushed her breasts up appetizingly. She gave off an aura of confidence and looked at him and smiled with her eyes.

Wow! This is the complete package.

"I'm Brigid," she said and stuck out her hand.

Chase took her hand and felt a surge of energy. He had to take a breath before he could talk.

"I'm Chase Cormier. So nice to meet you."

"Come on back and we can talk for a minute before Pauline and Jim come out. They're getting costumed. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Some water would be nice."

"Fizzy or flat?"

"Flat, please."

Walking to the kitchen to get the water, she paused briefly at the doorway, and glanced back to see him staring at her. She smiled, knowing her magic was working. Pauline was waiting for her in the kitchen and asked, "What do you think? Do you like him?"

"God, Pauline, give me a break. I just met him. He seems nice. He is handsome, but he seems a little shy."

Pauline chuckled, "That's not the Chase I know. By the way, the other couple isn't coming. Jim is tired, so we'll leave everything for the two of you to get together. Use the playroom if you want."

"Okay, let me get back to him and I'll see what I think."

As soon as Brigid was gone, Chase took a deep breath and told himself,

get a grip here buddy. You're acting like a shy high school boy with a crush on the prom queen. Now charm this woman. She is sooo hot.

Brigid was smiling as she came through the door. "Here's your water, sir."

"I have to smile when somebody calls me, sir."

"Do a lot of people call you sir?"

"They used to. I was a Captain in the Air Force."

"Really? What did you do in the Air Force?"

"I flew F-16s in the Gulf Wars."

"That sounds dangerous. Do people still call you sir?"

"Only in a scene when I'm dominating them."

"I guess that means you're not submissive."

"Definitely not submissive, however, I do occasionally switch and bottom. What about you? Are you submissive?"

"I'm very much a Domme. My husband was submissive to me."

"You said was. Are you divorced?"

"He died five years ago," she said as she blinked and turned away.

"That is so sad. Was his passing sudden?"

"I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about you and me.

"Okay, then."

"Since you're a friend of Pauline and Jim, you automatically have some trustworthiness. So, I want to ask you a very important question." Brigid paused and looked into his eyes and said, "Will you bottom for me?"

"I would very much like to bottom for you, with some limits. Tell me what you have in mind," said Chase, as his heart rate jumped up another notch.

I hope I can give her what she wants. She's such a winner.

"I want to see you naked, give you some flogging and see what you can take. I plan to edge you many times without letting you orgasm. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a plan to me. Shall we start?"

"Let's go to the playroom. No one else is coming, so we have it all to ourselves,"

No one else is coming. This sounds more and more like a set-up. Thank you, Pauline.

When they got to the playroom, Chase quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood in front of her with his hands behind his back and his cock standing at attention.

Brigid looked him over, checking out his abs, no six-pack, but trim. Nice definition in his arms and legs. He was clean shaven and had no hair on his body below his neck. She reached out and gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze.

Chase moaned, and his cock throbbed.

"Nice to see this standing so proudly. I'm glad you don't have one of those porno monster cocks. This will do nicely."

"Thank you."

Brigid dropped her mini skirt, revealing her hairless pussy. She lifted her breasts out of the bustier. Her breasts were more than a handful and her hard nipples begged to be sucked.

God, this woman is a work of art. Got to have her.

"Do you think you can stand still for me while I give you a flogging, or do I have to restrain you?"

"I'll do my best to stand still."

"Stand in this open space. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Clasp your hands behind your neck.

Chase got into position, and she came up to him and started rubbing him with her hands and stroking his cock, which was harder than ever and leaking pre-cum. Without saying another word, she went over to her bag and pulled out a red deerskin flogger.

"I'm going to flog your back. I'll start slowly and see how hard we can go."

Brigid started using a butterfly pattern on his upper back, gradually increasing the strength of the strokes and the tempo.

Chase felt like he could take what she was giving him for a long time. His back got tender after a while, but not even close to a limit. He sensed she was tiring and sure enough, her strokes slowed to a stop. The next thing he felt was the strands of the flogger coming up between his legs and wrap up to hit his cock, almost like a caress. The sensation on his cock was thrilling.

I never dreamed that whipping my cock could turn me on so much. Can I cum like this?

She continued that stroke on his cock, and he felt himself getting close to orgasm. When she saw his hips moving, she resumed flogging his back, and his arousal level dropped enough that cumming was no longer a danger. Chase could feel her energy and knew there was a deeper connection developing with her. She was behind him and still reading his energy.

"Remember, no cumming without permission, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Brigid continued to alternate between the soft strokes between his legs to his cock, and the harder strokes on his back.

Chase slipped into an altered state. The strokes on his back, no longer painful, kicked in his endorphins like a runner's high. The strokes on his cock tantalizing him to higher level of arousal. His hips thrusting and his moans were like a cat purring.

She could see that he was having trouble standing. She could feel his level of arousal was overwhelming him, so she dropped her flogger and hugged him from behind. "Relax now. Let's get you sitting on the couch."

He let her help him down to the couch, still feeling that ecstasy and feeling disconnected from reality. She put her arms around him and pulled his head to her breasts and gently stroked his face. "You did that so well. I'm really impressed. Let me get you some water and then we can cuddle some more."

Chase sat up as s she got up to get the water. He was coming back into present time.

Incredible, she knows what she is doing. I don't want to be a sub, but I want more of this. More of her.

She gave him a large glass of water. "Drink all of that."

He gulped it down and felt a little less lightheaded.

"Would you like something stronger?"

"No. this is perfect. What I'd like is more of you."

She took the glass from him and said, "Scoot down so your butt is on the edge of the seat."

He slid forward and she straddled him, pinning his arms to his side with her knees. She leaned forward, took his face in her hands, and kissed him. Chase had the desire to caress her, but the pinned position of his hands left him moaning in frustration.

"Remember, I told you I was going to edge you and not let you cum?"

"I do."

"Well, get ready for more edging, and no cumming. Don't move your hands. Just stay as you are and let me use you."

She slid down and spread her labia so that her clit was rubbing against his cock, and rocked back and forth, grinding her clit against him. She moved her thighs and said, "Put your fingers on my nipples and squeeze them gently and twirl them."

Chase found her nipples as hard as rocks and rotated them between his thumb and index finger. It didn't take long before she started growling and grinding harder as her orgasm built. He was right on the brink of orgasm himself and began a series of PC clenches that helped channel the energy up to his heart.

I can do this

.

She came with a shout that would wake the neighbors. Her whole body was quivering, and she kept grinding and shaking. She started sobbing and leaned in to kiss him again as her body kept quivering.

He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her as she slowly came down. He held her gently in his arms, knowing that hormones were flooding her body and she needed time to adjust. After ten or fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure of the time, because time had stopped for both of them. "Can I get you a warm cloth, tissue, glass of water, anything?"

"Just hold me for a few more minutes and then yes to all of that." She snuggled up so her head was on his shoulder. Their chests were connected, and they could each feel the loving energy flowing between their hearts. "I had no idea of how much I needed this. You were wonderful."

"I felt very connected to you. I want more of you, and I want to make love to you."

"I want that too, but you're going to have to earn that."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to show me how much you will submit to me and suffer a little for me before you can have the privilege of making love to me."

Oh shit. She wants to turn me into a sub. I've got to play along if I want more. I do.

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Do you have any hard limits, Chase?"

"I have a few, no scat, no blood, no permanent marking, no cutting, no bodily harm that would cause an impairment. Everything is safe and consensual. That's it. Oh, one more thing, I don't like to ejaculate, unless I specifically say that I want to."

"I can work with that. I want you to come to my house next Saturday. Be willing to give yourself to me to play with as I see fit until I'm ready to have you make love to me in the way I want you to. Can you do that?"

"No question. I'm in."

"I'll see you next Saturday at 2:00 pm."

~

In the week between their meetings, Chase and Brigid had long conversations. They discussed their histories, likes and dislikes, spirituality, art, music, even sports. There were some differences and many commonalities.

When Chase arrived at Brigid's house in Pasadena, she instructed him to go to her playroom, take off all his clothes, and kneel in front of her throne chair. He assumed the kneeling, submissive position, knees spread as far apart as he could, hands resting on his thighs, palms up.

He looked around at what she called her playroom. The first thing he noticed was that there was no black in the room. Everything was earth tones, natural woods, and colors. There were even plants hanging in corners. The room had a beautifully finished wooden St. Andrew's Cross and a massage table with attachment points. A device like a sawhorse for flogging and sex, and a rope and pulley system for suspension. Her throne was a leather upholstered chair with fat leather armrests that extended out a little further than the body of the chair.

Clenching his PC muscles, building the sexual charge, anticipating that whatever she would want to do to him would take him higher into that transcendent space. He remembered the deep phone conversations they had, discussing Tantra and sexual spirituality. Few women he'd met could go that deep. Could there be some potential for a deeper relationship here? That thrilled him even more. She was smart and great looking, a superb catch.

She came into the room and stood before him, naked. Her beautiful, trim figure accented her hairless pussy. A hint of pink inner labia showed through her outer lips, right at his eye level, calling to him. His cock throbbing at the sight of her.

Noticing his twitching cock, she said, "It seems you like what you see."

"Brigid, you are a goddess. You take my breath away."

"Thank you. Now stand up. Put your arms down by your side. I want to look at you. Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks."

He felt shy as he bent and spread. His glutes were tight and firm from the workouts he did almost daily. He had used bleaching cream on his butt, so his anus was clean and pink.

"Nice butt. Now flex your anal sphincter."

He pushed out and clenched in, as his anus winked at her.

"I'll be having some fun with that little hole later," she said, smiling to herself. "Now let's get this party started."

She sat on the edge of her chair, crossed one leg over the other at her knee, and said, "Kneel up and scooch over here closer to me. I want you to make love to my feet. Suck my toes like you were sucking my nipples, lick all around, and take as much of them into your mouth as you can."

Chase maneuvered into position, sunk back on his heels, and took her foot into his mouth, focusing on her toes. He sucked and licked until she pulled it away and gave him the other foot.

"Suck it."

He put her big toe into his mouth.

"Do all of those toes and get them very wet because they're going in your ass."

You've got to be kidding me. She's going to put her foot in my ass?

When he looked closer, he noticed she had narrow feet that weren't any bigger than some of the other things he had stuffed in his ass. He slobbered as much saliva as he could on her foot. She pulled her foot away and said, "Turn around and put your ass up and bring it back until I tell you to stop."

Chase did as she asked until he could feel her foot in his ass crack.

"Back a little more."

She could easily slide her big toe into his anus, and she pumped it in and out. He loved the exotic sensations in his sphincter and thrust his hips back to meet her toe. She pushed down to stop his thrusting and worked the rest of her toes into his anus. When she got about half of her toes in, she started working her foot in and out until she got most of the foot in.

God, she's fucking my ass with her foot. Kind of humiliating, but it feels good. At least she has small feet.

As she used her right foot to invade his anus, she started tapping his balls with her left foot, just hard enough to make him feel right on the edge of actual pain.

She wiggled her foot around in his rectum, "Can you feel my toe on your prostate?"

"Yes, it feels good." He pushed back into her.

Her hand found its way down to her crotch. She pressed her hand against her whole vulva, feeling her clitoris awakening and her labia expanding. Her juices were seeping out of her swelling pussy and her breathing quickened a little. She could see that he was leaking fluid as well, making a small puddle of pre-cum on the floor. She put her left foot on his butt cheek and pulled her right foot out of his ass.

"Do you remember I told you, if you spilled any jism on my floor, there would be serious punishment?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, there it is. Punishment earned. You better lick that up before it dries."

Chase was not happy about licking the floor, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever had to do, and besides, the hardwood floor was spotless, like everything else in the room.

When he finished his task, she had him crawl over to her chair where she was sitting with one leg crossed over the other.

"Position yourself so that your balls are resting on top of my foot."

When he got into position, she lowered her leg and told him, "Start stroking your cock. You can look at my tits or my eyes. I want you to get to the edge, but don't cum. Tell me when you are close. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She gave him a jar of Albolene and said, "Use this for lube, and get started."

He began rubbing his cock. As he looked at her tits, she reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling them out and up, moving her breasts around. Cupping them and pushing them out toward him. This sensuous display had him throbbing and breathing hard as he started leaking more pre-cum.

She reached over to a side table for a lightweight leather strap, like a belt with a handle. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the room as she swung the strap, striking his hip and wrapping for a solid blow on his butt cheek. The impact was mild and only stimulated him, and she sped up her strokes. She put nice pink marks on each of his pale butt cheeks as he continued to stroke his cock.

Blood rushed to his cock, making it hard and engorged. He knew the edge was close, slowing his stroke to keep himself right on the brink. He was in that state of euphoria. His whole body was tingling. The sight of the beautiful woman in front of him and the feelings of being connected to her were beyond ecstatic. He was barely moving his hand now, not wanting to go over the edge. He was shocked out of his rapture as she kicked him lightly in the balls.

"I want to bring you down from the edge a little. Don't stop. We can keep this up for a long time," she said.

Once his erection diminished somewhat, she stopped kicking him in the balls, and resumed spanking him with the strap, and he resumed stroking.

Diabolical,

she was playing him like a musical instrument, and he liked her tune. He was happy to notice that she had used the top of her foot when kicking his balls and not the toes. That could have been painful rather than pleasurable. He wondered how long he could go on.

He didn't want to go over the edge because the sensations were incredible. The feeling of the strap slapping his ass added an extra sensation that was pleasurable pain. This woman was taking him past anything he had ever experienced, and he was determined to keep pace with her no matter where she led him.

He forced himself to breathe deeply, visualizing the energy coming up his spinal column from his cock into his brain, down through the tip of his tongue, which was touching the roof of his mouth, opening the channel down to his heart. He would hold that energy there and give it back to her when they were sexually connected.

Rubbing his cock once again got him to where his whole body expanded, and he felt like he was filling the room with his energy.

"I'm at the edge, Mistress," he said.

"Put your hands behind your head and hold your position.:

She began kicking him in the balls again, not hard, but hard enough to refocus his attention. She increased the strength of her kick until she could see that his erection was softening a little. The sensations were amazing. He couldn't explain how being kicked in the balls was a turn-on.

Although it wasn't making him harder, it was taking him deeper into that ecstatic place where nothing mattered except the sensations in his body. It made him feel like his whole being was focused on his cock and balls, and it deeply bonded him to her. He could sense that she was totally present with him and reading his energy.