Welcome to my second story arc on Literotica. The idea for a female domination love story came to me all at once. I wrote four chapters in one sitting. I am in the process of editing them while also moving my other story arc forward.
I hope you enjoy this story. My story contains lesbian, female domination, female submission, male submission, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes, please skip this story.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Characters:
Bill, 65, widower. Diane was his wife, who passed away 18 months ago.
Alison, 62, single, Primary Care Doctor and next door neighbor. Has been a close friend of Bill and his family for decades.
Betty, 42, Head nurse at Alison's practice.
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It was mid Tuesday morning when Alison looked out her front window at her next-door neighbor, Bill, walking back to his house after getting his mail. She took another sip of her coffee and spoke aloud to no one, "That's got to be a week's worth of mail. It's been a year and a half, but he is not coming out of his depression from Diane's death. If something isn't done soon, he will follow her into the grave."
At 62, Alison was three years younger than Bill. Diane and Bill had been her close friends since Alison moved in next to them 29 years ago in the coastal town of Ventura. It did not take long after she moved in for her to become like one of their family members. She ate dinner with them at least once a week and spent all the holidays with them as there were no relatives nearby for both homes. She was invited along on all of their vacations.
Alison became an active participant in Bill and Diane's kids' lives as they grew up. She attended the kid's games and their performances. The kids had especially enjoyed using Alison's pool in the warm months. Bill had added a gate to the fence between their yards to make pool visiting easier. She was still close with all three kids, even though they'd grown up, moved to the San Francisco Bay Area, and started their own families. Bill and Diane's three grown kids introduced her to others as their Auntie.
Over the years, she had observed how Diane "wore the pants" in their household and made all the decisions for their family. Diane had shared that Bill hated making decisions and was very shy. During a discussion of how Bill and Diane met, Alison learned that in college, it was Diane that started their relationship. Bill shared that he was too shy to ask out a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Diane. Diane had been the one to propose marriage. Bill regularly remarked that he was happy to have been claimed by Diane.
Alison had observed that Bill was happy with Diane's leadership. It is what gave his life direction.
Diane was a stay at home mom, and Bill worked as a computer engineer. Bill avoided becoming the lead on any project. He preferred figuring out how to accomplish what others told him to do.
When Diane decided to get season tickets to a local theater group and a traveling Broadway group, she naturally included Alison in the subscriptions as all three loved live theater. The three-way conversations they had as they went to dinner together before the shows and then discussed the shows afterward were always enjoyable.
Before Diane's death, Diane had made Bill promise to still attend the shows with Alison after she died. Alison enjoyed going to the shows with Bill, even though she had to keep the conversation going. Bill's old spark was gone. However, going to the shows was Bill's only interaction with anyone outside work. Bill slipped into a more profound depression after retiring a few months earlier. Alison invited him to dinner regularly, but he declined, saying he wasn't feeling well. Bill had even tried to skip going to the shows, but all Alison had to say was that he had promised Diane then Bill would agree to continue their tradition.
Alison had never married and had no children of her own. To most, Alison's and Diane's closeness had been a strange pairing, given that Diane had been a stay-at-home wife and mother while Alison was a busy high-powered Primary Care Doctor. She and two other female MDs had started their own medical group thirty years ago. She had become Bill and Diane's family doctor shortly after she moved next door.
Diane and Bill had tried to match her up with different men and women they knew, but none of those matches had worked. Mostly, that was because Alison had a secret that she'd never shared with Diane or Bill. She was a dominant bi-sexual woman who enjoyed BDSM play. Alison's basement was set up as a BDSM dungeon with multiple rooms with different themes. Alison often would invite a submissive male or female and play with them for hours. She needed to dominate her sexual partners before she got aroused. She enjoyed tying them up and either spanking, flogging, or delivering other forms of light pain. She especially liked pegging bound males.
Occasionally, Alison would invite a group of dominant women and their submissive males and females over for an afternoon or evening of group play. She attended DomCom conventions in Los Angeles and New Orleans most of the time and never missed the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco. She carefully kept this part of her life secret from her neighbors.
She knew it wouldn't take much to get Bill to enjoy submissive BDSM play. She had tried to bring it up with Diane after the book '50 Shades of Gray' came out. Alison knew that Bill would become a willing submissive if given a little push in that direction. However, Diane just wasn't interested in kink. Alison later tried to bring it up again with a Female Domination Romance novel, but that conversation also went nowhere.
Diane's cancer had taken two years to kill her. She continued to tell Bill what to do around the house until she slipped into her final coma.
It was fortunate that Alison was also Diane's Primary Care Doctor. When Alison was hospitalized and the Pandemic shut down hospital visitors, Alison could still see her daily for extended visits as she was Diane's Doctor. Alison had been alone in the hospital holding Diane's hand when Diane asked. "Alison, you're my best friend. I am worried about how Bill will do once I am gone. Could you please keep an eye on him?"
She replied, "Yes. You know I will."
Diane continued, "He will need a firm hand as he hates making decisions on his own. As you know, he gets overwhelmed when he has options. Please push him to move ahead in all areas of his life. It would make me very happy if you and Bill married after I am gone. I know that you would make each other so happy. You deserve to be loved by a man like Bill. I love you as much as I love Bill, and I know Bill loves you as much as he loves me. I regret I never got you into Bill's and my bed for a three-way night of lovemaking. Another favor I would like to ask is for you to use your domination skills to bring out Bill's Kinky submissiveness."
Alison began to speak. Diane raised a hand and said, "Alison, I know you think you've completely hidden it from me, but I know you're a dominatrix. I know about your kinky adventures in your basement that you think I have never seen. By the way, I have. You tried to get me interested in sexually dominating Bill, but it wasn't my thing. However, it is Bill's. He hinted about it more than once that he wanted me to be his dominatrix during some of our sexual games. I know he watches Female Domination porn. You have some of the same furniture in your basement that his porn videos do. I regret that I didn't help him live out his kinky fantasy. I'd love you to bring Bill into that world and give him what he wanted with me if you're willing. He has been a faithful husband, but I feel I let him down. Please make it up to him for me."
Alison had cried and then promised she would continue to be a good friend of Bill and drag him into her kinky world.
That had been almost 18 months ago, and she'd done nothing except watch Bill slowly fall apart. He'd retired three months ago and had just stayed home since. His job had given him some direction, but now that was gone, and he was rudderless.
Last night, Bill's eldest had called and asked her Aunt Alison to try to help stop Bill's slide into an even deeper depression. "Auntie Alison, I know Dad loves you, and I think you love him too. We're all worried about his depression. We three kids are all hoping that you and Dad move beyond friendship, that you acknowledge you like each other. I think that could help him snap out of his funk."
Alison resolved to honor her friend by getting Bill out of his funk. She called her nurse Betty, a frequent guest in Alison's basement dungeon. Betty was a delightful 42-year-old bisexual switch who enjoyed Alison's BDSM play. Betty had been her sub at DomCom a few times, including the one she had attended a few weeks before in LA. Sometimes, she and Betty would dominate a submissive male. She fondly remembered their time at Folsom Street Fair in 2019, when she and Betty brought a submissive male along and rocked some fabulous dominatrix outfits.
Together they developed a plan to take advantage of Bill's natural submissive tendencies to get him living again.
Later that day, she noticed Bill in the backyard. He was sitting on a chair with a beer in his hand, staring at the ground. He wasn't even drinking his beer.
She quickly changed into the outfit she thought would get Bill's attention so she could start her effort to dominate and save Bill. She wore tight black leather pants, a white blouse with a black leather vest, and black boots with 3" heels. She looked in her mirror and liked what she saw. She was still fit and trim. Bill had also been fit and trim, but he'd let himself go since he's retired. That was one of the things she was going to change. Bill would get back in shape.
She left her house and went through the gate between their yards. "Bill, how are you? "
