Anna sat in her living room with the late afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 25th floor of her downtown condo. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over Anna's shoulder and lit Siobhan's animated face as she listened to her mentor. Anna had been her coach for over a year. More than a coach really, Anna was Siobhan's role model.
A couple of years previous, Siobhan had met Anna at a weekend retreat through work; one of those all-inclusive, soul destroying nightmares that management always confuses with bonding opportunities. During an awkward attempt at sharing confidences, Anna and Siobhan discovered a mutual interest in the female domination of men. More accurately, Siobhan found an experienced Domme interested in helping her develop her burgeoning interest in shaping the male psyche. Far from being judgemental, Anna had gone out of her way to reassure Siobhan that her interest in coaxing the best out of her man was shared.
Shiv and her husband Conner had been exploring the somewhat taboo world of femdom gratification and needed a guide to go further. Anna enjoyed mentoring and wanted to encourage female dominated relationship-building in others. She was happy to take on an enthusiastic pupil who already had a complacent partner.
Anna kept two older male subs that she had converted in their 50s and continued to serve her well into their 60s. Men for whom submission meant unconditional subservience. Anna was a strict mistress who demanded absolute compliance.
Siobhan knew she was learning from one of the best. She and her husband were maturing, but Siobhan was still hopeful they could resurrect their sex life through female-led initiatives. That's code for: Dominant female decides, submissive male obeys. But the process was evolving rapidly. If anyone could coach them through the next phase, Shiv was certain that person was Anna.
"As they get older their orgasms sre less intense and tend to be shorter in duration," Anna said. They also lose their hard-ons faster." She shrugged with her palms outstretched. "But no worries," she grinned. "You can't do much about their short-cummings, pardon the pun, but turns out you can train them to stay erect longer. That's all you really need to care about anyway," she smiled.
The ottoman under her feet stirred slightly. Anna leaned forward over her outstretched legs and gave it a sharp smack.
"Crack!" The unmistakable sound of a bare ass being slapped echoed in the high-ceilinged room. The crouched man beneath Anna's feet quivered then remained absolutely still; a piece of chastised furniture, an obedient footstool. Siobhan felt her breathing become shallower and her pulse quickening as she observed how Anna treated her sub. She couldn't imagine her husband liking the kind of humiliation Anna inflicted on her men.
"Once they understand the contingency between satisfying their craving and doing what they're told, they will do whatever it takes to roll back the biological clock." Anna smiled and leaned back into the soft leather chair. She crossed her ankles on the back of the naked cowering man. "Older subs want the same thing we want for them; virility and stamina. We give them a reason to get excited again."
Siobhan sat on the edge of her seat, fascinated with the pragmatic lesson unfolding in front of her, mindful of her own man troubles and hopeful for a solution. Although she was ten years older, Siobhan idolized Anna, who she regarded as accomplished and in control of her life, especially her love life. The sub-stool symbolized what Anna expected from male companionship: sexual obedience, pure and simple. Siobhan wasn't sure how far along that road she wanted to go, but given that she was already well along her journey, taking advantage of Anna's considerable experience was just common sense.
"An older sub will also try harder to please," Anna said, and glanced down at her man-slut. "Time is not on this one's side and he knows it, but he's addicted now. Years of having his base impulses granted have created a creature who will do what he has to, so he can feel that rush again. For most man-sluts a lot of the turn-on is initiated by their own submissive behaviour. The older subs will do absolutely anything to recapture that feeling even if their tool is locked up, like my footstool here."
Anna picked up a short riding crop from a nearby coffee table and stroked her subs ass, inserting the leather strap on the end suggestively between his buttocks.
"Just the anticipation of an orgasm keeps them cranked," Anna continued in a bemused tone, working the end of the crop into her stool's ass. "Just taking his clothes off or obeying the sound of fingers being snapped sets the little neuro-sex drug distributor off in his brain. As dominant females, the ritual preparations we insist on prepare him for the psychological path he must travel to achieve nirvana," Anna smiled.
The sub shifted unexpectedly. Anna cracked her crop sharply across his buttocks. "Stay still! I will decide when you are allowed to move." The slut yelped but held his position. Anna continued.
"Once he allows his cock to make decisions for him it's not long before he allows you to control his cock. And after that you own him." Anna paused to let Siobhan reflect. "For as long as you want."
"Yes, I see it on your face. You understand. You're right Shiv, Conner is, in fact, ready for that." Anna remained silent while her friend and student considered the implications.
"But he's an old guy," Siobhan said. "And I'm old enough to know better than to expect miracles." Her face reflected the incredulity she felt about taking complete control of her man. "Is what I want even possible at his age?"
Anna shrugged, leaned forward and smoothed a hand over her footstool's buttocks. The naked man shivered in appreciation.
"This man is the same age as Conner. He provides hours of pleasure for me. If he can do it so can Conner.
I've watched you bring him along over the months, Shiv. The incremental progress toward domination, your constant reassurance that it was "Ok" for him to be submissive. Listening to the revelations about his deep need for subjugation and how he has been led to you to satisfy it." Anna smiled knowingly. "These are all signs that he is ready for the next step."
"How many times have we discussed cock-control techniques and the power of lust to fuel goals?" Anna recrossed her ankles on her footrest. The footrest moaned softly.
"Remember Siobhan, there is no such thing as an old cock, only old sluts, and they can be trained, regardless of age. He has the equipment and it works just fine so far," Anna shrugged. "Guess it depends on how much more proof you want that he's ready to be turned."
Siobhan tilted her head quizzically;"turned?" Rays from the early evening began to filter through the room, bathing everything in a mystical half-light. The conversation had shifted from the pragmatic to the philosophical and Siobhan was eagerly soaking in the ethereal atmosphere hanging between Anna and herself. Siobhan felt like she was receiving an ordination from the priestess of domination.
"Yes, turned. When he has been properly prepared, a man can be turned from a life of autonomy to one of dependancy. He can be led to rely on his mistress or owner for fulfillment. Your Conner is at that point, Shiv.
Your skillful induction has positioned him at the threshold of a whole new way of being." Anna watched her acolyte closely for signs of comprehension. "You could help him achieve the kind of sexual satisfaction that is beyond his current comprehension."
