Springfield
The bar was a cool spot I hated to leave, but Bill, my old Army buddy, had to meet his wife at a party. As we settled our tab, he told me that his marriage was an FLR. This meant nothing to me.
"Female led relationship. She is the leader in our marriage. That's the way it was in my parents' marriage. Dad was a natural pushover, and he could not manage money. So, Mom stepped in to manage the finances, and it simply spread from there. Dad appreciated her doing that.
"But with Angie and I, it runs a little deeper." He laughed. "Haven't you noticed this with us before?"
We left for the front entrance, and I told him that I had thought they were just another married couple. This was only the third time I had seen Bill in two years.
"I only met Angie twice, you know. At the wedding and last year, so I don't know her well at all. She seemed like a regular gal to me. And I really appreciated the portrait that she took of me last year. The copy that I gave to my parents hangs in the living room. I wish other photos of me look so great."
"Hmm, yeah. She's a great photographer. But she's a confident woman."
We stepped out into the Arkansas night, hot and steamy. I was wishing I was back in the dry air of Colorado as we walked to Bill's dark green Suburban.
He turned on the interior light and said, "This gathering we're going to is for couples in an FLR arrangement. There will be a few that aren't part of the group that are curious. Angie wanted me to bring you over to meet the bunch."
"OK. Fine by me." Two beers and a shot of Jamesons will cause me to go along with anything.
It took us ten minutes to get there. It was a neighborhood gathering place and everybody looked like Jay and Joan American to me. Angie greeted me warmly and introduced me to ten other couples in attendance. But I was preoccupied by a naked blonde woman hanging by her wrists, with her knees bent and her ankles secured about waist level. She was having words with a man in front of her; clearly it was not a civil conversation. He forced a gag into her mouth and said loudly, "You're staying!" Clearly not a gentleman.
"What's the deal with her, Angie?"
She rolled her eyes and said, "I called an agency for a male model. They agreed, but then they couldn't come up with one and they brought her. And she is mad because she was told that she would only be on display for an hour when it's a four hour meeting. Sooo,....I suppose she's stuck. Look, we're going to show a short video in the next room. Come join us."
"OK. Go ahead. I'm going to find the bathroom."
"Good." She hurried into the next room with Bill.
I did my business and came out, still thoroughly distracted by the blonde model. I stepped in front of her and looked her in the eye, which was hard to do because of her shaved pussy. Never had I seen one before. I really had to squelch the idea of touching her smooth vulva. She was clearly tired. I looked at the gag and unhooked it. She let a large amount of saliva hit the floor when the ball came out.
"You looked like you could use a break."
"Thank you. Yeah, the ball gags get old quick."
"Angie tells me you were supposed to be a male model."
She sighed. "I suppose. He definitely wasn't honest with me. And staying like this for two hours or longer really makes the shoulders ache." She seemed to be completely at home with being nude in front of me.
"So, he's just gonna leave you here for the entire meeting?"
She smiled a tired smile. "I suppose so."
"I'll just take you down. There's no need for this."
"If you just take me down he won't get his modeling fee. There has to be a model hanging here."
She was a fine-looking woman. Crazy ideas just come to me sometimes. Angie wanted a nude male model. I could take her place. Afterwards, who knows? She might be incredibly grateful to me. I would sure like to go down on a bare muff. I told her I would take her place if she would hang around.
"The bastard took my clothes and I don't believe this femdom crowd would tolerate a naked female at their gathering."
"No problem." I returned to the Suburban and brought in my Filson tin cloth raincoat. "If I give you this to wear, will you hang around?"
"Sure."
So, I moved a stool under her and dropped her ankles down. She was plainly relieved when her wrists were loosened. She stepped down and tried to rub her shoulders. I helped her with that and she moaned with the relief.
"Thank you. Oh, yeah, bear down on that hard." I did, and I just knew the gratitude was building as the tension eased.
"Whew. Thank you. We better get you in place."
OK. Here we go. I stripped, even though I wasn't at ease without clothes as she was. She placed the leather cuffs on my wrists and secured them to the chain above me, then put two cuffs on my ankles and secured them to the chain. My knees were outside my shoulders, my wrists above my head. She moved the stool away and put on my raincoat.
"What's your name?"
"David. And yours?"
"I'm Jennie. And I thank you again for being such a gentleman. Two more hours would have killed my shoulders. If I ever have a chance to get back at Adam, I'll do it. I do a lot of nude modeling, but he wasn't honest about this gig at all. He certainly didn't tell me it was a meeting of femdom people. They all were shocked when he first tied me up." She slowly shook her head. "Live and learn. I'm gonna grab a Pepsi."
She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a Pepsi just as the video room door opened. The men and women came out, different conversations were going on. The front door opened and a tall, white skinned redhead stepped in wearing a midcalf length light coat that looked like it may have been all she was wearing. She wore boots whose tops were covered by her coat. She came directly to me, looking like a severe young lady. My skin crawled.
Angie noticed me then and her mouth opened, shocked. She hustled over to me with Bill right behind her, arriving with the redhead.
"Is this the available slave, Angie?"
"He was Gina, but Renee won the bidding on him. Totally unexpected. She'll be back to collect him shortly."
"So, the auction has happened?" She gave me a harsh look and took my balls in her hand, giving them a very sharp squeeze that caused me to stop breathing. "Disappointing. He looks like he would have been a proper victim."
"Now, Gina. The auction was for a willing slave, not a 'victim.' You aren't in tune with what we're promoting. Now, let go of his balls."
Gina gave me a long, hard look as she bore down on me before releasing me.
"OK. You FLR's have a good evening."
I was glad to see the front door close behind her. Angie looked at me with her blonde eyebrows arched. "David, do I need to tell you how bad you've screwed up? What are you doing up there?"
Jennie and several other couples had gathered around. Bill was laughing quietly.
"I was just giving Jennie a break. What have I missed"
Now the ladies were beginning to laugh, and Bill was beginning to really lose it.
Angie said, "David, we were supposed to have a male model that we would auction off for a month of slavery. True, Femdom slavery. But Jennie's so-called agency screwed us over. Apparently, Gina heard about it and decided to horn in. Trust me, you would not have wanted a month with her."
I was inclined to agree.
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"I'll call Renee, Jan. She's dated a little, recently. Let me see what she says."
"David, I'm Jan Stuart. Are you up for a month of Femdom slavery to a woman that is familiar with it? Gina is a harsh dominant. You do not want to spend a month with her. Renee, Angie, and I went to school together. She was married to a naturally submissive man, but he died due to colon cancer. Just one of those things. She has been uninvolved with our lifestyle for a year and a half. But, when you allowed Jennie to tie you up there, you were taking the place of the model that was supposed to be auctioned off for a month of slavery. Do you see what you fell into?"
"Well, wait. Can't I just let him go," Jennie asked.
"No. All of the men present are our slaves. It's not your fault Adam screwed us over. The model tonight was supposed to be sold for a month. I suppose you haven't heard of our group before, and that is the way we like it."
"We aren't that big a secret," another woman said. She looked at me and told me, "It's true. We believe in female led lifestyles. But we maintain our lifestyle by dominating our men. George and I are newly married, and he has embraced all aspects of it. When a woman in this group decides on a man, she immediately strips him of all modesty, all dignity. Slaves have no dignity. Last week I took George to Lakeview Park and handcuffed him to a tree. Naked. And I told him to count how many photos were taken of him. Sixty-four women took pictures of George. Twenty-five of them uploaded their photos on the Web. George's dignity is history."
I looked at George. He stood there, smiling as if his wife had just told me she had sent him to the grocery store. I looked at Bill, wondering what I had fallen for.
Angie returned. "Renee is on her way over. She'll check things out, then decide." She looked at me. Thoughtfully, for a moment. "What do you think, David? I heard them tell you a bit about our group. We can't just let you go. Gina will come after us, one by one. She's a vengeful bitch."
She turned to Jan. "I overheard you telling him about Renee's history. What did you think about his reaction?"
She laughed as she said that I had a look of disbelief on my face. "Really, I think he just volunteered to take Jennie's place hoping that she would be grateful later on!"
Jennie laughed out loud now, and Angie turned back to me. "Is that what was on your mind?"
"Oh, well,"
"Yes or no, David! Or I'll squeeze your balls a lot harder than Gina did!"
"Yes! Yes! Come on, Angie! She's very attractive!"
