Companion For A Femdom Ch 01

I lost my wife in a head-on car crash. My career as a Site Manager for a medium-sized building company meant I was relatively well off. But after her demise, I could not concentrate on my work, I seemed to lose interest in my job, and life in general. I was drinking too much. Long story short, it wasn't long before I found myself unemployed!

I needed to pick myself up and get my life back together. I joined clubs and dating websites. It was by accident I discovered BDSM and the delights offered on those kinky websites. I wanted to get involved. It didn't take long to realize I was submissive! I wanted to be owned, and controlled by a dominant, kinky, woman, or better still -- several women.

I was a member of the inferior male gender! Isabella was a Femdom seeking a sub. I soon came to love, worship and obey this lovely lady, so it did not take long for us to form a happy femdom and sub relationship.

Isabella had lived and grown up in New York. Educated in the U.S., she wanted to see more of the world. She openly admitted to being bisexual, dominant, and brash. She was in her early forties, firmly believing that the female was superior to the male. She was also over-sexed, kinky, naughty, and more than a little bit cruel. Very outspoken, she did not care what people might think of her.

She chose to live and work in the UK. Even though the pay in the NHS (National Health Service) was not what she could earn in France or Germany. ('At least the fucking limeys spoke something resembling English!')

Isabella needed a fit male sub to serve her, and her bisexual harem of subs.

My particular talents and sexual needs made me a suitable candidate for inclusion in her lifestyle. Ten years in the Royal Marines, and my lifestyle up to this point, demonstrated I was pretty fit, tough, and intelligent, even if I was of member of the 'inferior' gender. We had arranged to meet for a 'trial' at hers, as a possible sub in her private collection of fuckable people.

Isabella had been a Consultant at St Thomas's in London, where she had been a surgeon for four years. But she was finding the work monotonous and boring. She wanted more than the kinky society London could offer. She wanted to be a full-time Femdom. She wanted to belong to the UK Femdom School. Training subs, and doms, carry out vasectomy's on the inferior gender without an anesthetic, smack a naked male or female ass whenever the fancy took her, and fuck her male and female subs whenever she felt the need.

So, she had applied for, and been accepted as the resident doctor at Finnimore House. The Femdom School on Dartmoor, in Devon.

It wasn't advertised as the 'Femdom school' of course. It was described on the internet as - 'A School for ladies in charge, and her assistants.'

Regardless of what it was called, in the world of Subs and Doms, everyone knew it for what it really was - the Femdom School, or, for the less polite - 'Fuck-more House.'

Isabella had arranged an interview for me at Finnimore House. The job title was described as Building Manager. But that was only part of terms of reference. What they were really interested in was my radio-controlled chastity devices for male and female usage. These devices could be used for pleasure or punishment according to who operating the R/C controller.

During working hours, Femdoms wore high-heels, fishnet stockings, a twelve-inch mini skirt with a split up to the waist, a figure-hugging blouse, buttons undone to the bottom of her breasts, a half-cup, see-through bra and see-through thong. Underwear for Femdoms was optional, many simply did not bother with a thong, Thongs tended to make a girl feel her ass was being cut in two. Plus not wearing a thong had the added advantage of giving a Femdom the excuse to punish any unfortunate male caught looking at her pussy.

Female trainees, slaves, and subs, being of the superior gender, were allowed to wear flimsy see-through thongs and bras.

For the purposes of humiliation, the inferior gender was kept naked as far as practicable, and all males with cocks less than ten inches long or with a circumference of less than four inches at the base were given cock-enhancement treatment until their cock reached an acceptable size.

Nakedness did not particularly bother me, I could look after myself, and in any event, I rather liked being naked. I was rather proud of my body. But when I first met Isabella, my cock was only eight inches long, and it took three months of her training, to rectify this deficiency. Within six months I could boast eleven inches, with a four-and-a-half-inch circumference at the base.

Isabella was as keen as I was to feel the length of my cock inside her, and I was equally in favour of that plan. The 'trial' weekend was just an excuse to make that possible. She was in the throes of selling her house before moving permanently to the flat provided for her her subs and me at Finnimore House.

I was told to arrive at hers precisely at ten O'clock, not five minutes to, not five past. But ten O'clock on the dot. Failure to arrive at the correct time would result in my first smacked ass within minutes of my arrival. We had arranged to spend the weekend together while she tied up the loose ends of the house sale.

I knocked at her front door precisely at ten, as instructed. She answered, wearing only semi-transparent, pale blue panties. Her lovely breasts stood proud, needing no artificial support. Those breasts practically dared me to reach out and touch them. Her flat, very feminine body, stood on two magnificent legs.

Looking me straight in the eye, without saying a word, she unbuckled and removed the belt of my jeans, and removed my shirt. She slipped her hand inside my underwear and felt my rapidly expanding penis. Still looking me straight in the eye, and without speaking, she pulled down my underpants. I stood before her, naked. Trousers and underwear around my ankles.

After a long, cold stare at my body and weighing my cock in balls, She commanded;

'Get naked!'. Fold up all your clothes neatly, and place them in this.' She handed me a small cardboard box.

'You won't be needing clothes until you leave, and you certainly won't need them at Finnimore House, so you might as well get used to being naked while you're here.'

I did as instructed, looking her straight in the eye. I stood before her, naked. My manhood erect.

'Now stand facing the road. Hands behind your back, legs slightly apart, and stand still'. She commanded.

I did as I was told. Isabella returned indoors. Closing the door behind her.

I was left standing alone. A spectacle for all who cared to look. Most people passing by pretended not to notice a naked man standing before them with a rapidly shrinking penis on this cold, windy day.

Passing by pretending not to notice, did not apply to two young women who had obviously had a glass or two of something alcoholic, and stopped for a closer look. They pointed, giggled, and decided that I was the victim of a failing marriage. By now, my manhood had shrunk to the size of a pickled walnut, and it had started to rain.

After what seemed an age, but was probably no more than ten minutes, Isabella opened the door, now wearing an overcoat to cover her semi-nudity, and carried an umbrella., She walked around me, getting down on her haunches, she closely examine my shrunken cock and balls and said,

'Not exactly the eight inches you sent me photographs of is it George?'

Without waiting for a reply she grabbed hold of my shrunken member, and dragged me into her living room. I was told to lie on my back on the carpeted floor.

Removing her panties, now wet from pre-cum love juices. She had been amusing herself with a vibrator whilst I had stood outside in the cold. She wiped my face, mouth, and nose in her delightfully pussy-wet panties, and lowered herself to sit on my chest, legs astride my head. She continued to wipe my face, with those lovely wet panties. The aroma from her pussy, and the sight of that beautiful body rapidly brought my pickled walnut back to something resembling a full erection.

Would you like to taste my panties, George?'

I don't know what I answered, but her next command was,

'Okay, open wide.' She deposited that delightful feminine bundle in my mouth. Smiling wickedly, she said;

'If that's all you want enjoy your snack darling boy, I'm going to enjoy myself in a different way!'

Reaching for the vibrator, she inserted it into her soaking wet pussy, and started to masturbate, still sitting astride my chest.

'Are you sure my panties are all you want George, wouldn't you rather do the job of this vibrator?

Removing the vibrator from her pussy, dripping with pussy juices she offered it to my mouth.

' Suck it nice and clean George, My girls and I have a lot of these, and we like them kept clean.' I licked and sucked, until she told me to stop, all the time looking her straight in the eye.

'That's good George. You did enjoy that didn't you?'

'Absolutely Mistress. Absolutely.'

'Call me Isabella when you're with me or my subs George. I like to tease and be in complete control of my slaves, but I am human, and presumably what you would like to taste the real thing. Am I right?'

'Yes, I would Mistress.'

She slapped my face.

'I told you, you could call me Isabella. I also told you you could lick my pussy. That's an honour, George. Now be a good boy and start licking'

She removed the panties from my mouth and wrapped the warm wet article around my phallic limb. The touch of her hand, the warm wet tenderness, and that delightful feminine attire almost made me cum. Isabella feeling my throbbing cock trying to fuck her hand said.

'Oh no, George. You must never cum unless I say you can cum. Now do as you're told. Lie back, lick, suck and swallow. That's all I want you to do.' Her hand lingered on my throbbing cock, she spat on it, and rubbed spittle, onto my aching cock and balls.

She then slowly lowered her now soaking wet, beautiful pussy over my mouth and nose. her labia majora deliciously embracing my mouth, It was almost impossible to breathe. I was gagging. My tongue plunged deep into the lovely warm wetness of her vaginal opening, the outer lips of those lovely piss-flaps embraced my mouth, as she fucked my face. Her sweet, hard clitoris teased my lower lip and nose. The latter frequently brushed against her anal passage.

She leaned back, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail caressing my now fully erect penis in a delightful manner. She took my hands and placed one on each breast. I was encouraged to play with those delightfully hard nipples.

'Don't you dare cum George, You haven't got permission. Only I decide if you have earned the right to have an orgasm.'

My tongue plunged ever deeper into that lovely female orifice. How I enjoyed the taste of her; the occasional little spurt of urine was as enjoyable as her love juices. Eagerly I imbibed every drop of bodily fluid offered from that heavenly orifice. Breathing was difficult, but her first orgasm came quickly. The thick creamy love juices filled my mouth with her delicious warm creamy nectar; my nostrils filled with the womanly aroma from that heavenly female body. The delicious bitter-sweet spurt of urine seemed to follow with every downward thrust of her hips as she fucked my face until she had had what she called 'A satisfactory orgasm.'

She turned onto her stomach after her first orgasm, Fondling and teasing my penis, long tresses of that lovely, thick blonde hair caressed my stomach, cock, and balls. Her manicured soft smooth hands spectacularly massaged my manhood. As she enjoyed her orgasms, my cock would be taken deep into her mouth and her throat. My mouth would eagerly accept the gift of her love juices freely given. How I enjoyed the taste of her. If I came close to cumming, which was practically all the time, she would squeeze my balls, and scratch my penis with long red-painted nails, denying an ejaculation, and occasionally drawing blood.

'What a pity you are not allowed to cum George. Your balls, are so hard. So tight. I do so enjoy holding and teasing them, and me, the cruel lady that I am, stopping you from cumming. Your balls are so eager to be rid of that heavy old dirty white stuff. So eager for me to allow the pressure to allow you to cum. But I won't of course. Because I am a Femdom George, and you are on trial to see if you are good enough to be my slave.'

'How long do you think you will be able to hold out George? I do like your cock! Eight inches if it is an inch. Not at all bad for a man who has not yet had cock enhancement - YET. But don't worry, after a few weeks with my help, my PPP, and my girls, you will soon have a penis at least ten inches long, and a circumference of at least four inches. It will be so big the girls will have to be careful not to trip over it. If I choose to keep you rock-hard 24/7 with PPP, and you won't be able to cum at all! That's what some Femdoms do to their slaves George. You would find that quite painful, and most frustrating. Won't that be fun?

At the moment there was no PPP inside me. So I knew I was not likely to be in any condition to stop myself from ejaculation in the very near future. I had balls like the pebbles used in cobblestone paths. I cannot remember them ever being as hard as they were then.

Isabella knew as well as I, that she would soon be swallowing my seed. She was teasing me. It was almost impossible to resist. I briefly wondered what she would do when I could no longer hold out against her persistent, and irresistible ministrations. In truth, I didn't want to resist, I didn't care if it meant a smacked ass if I could enjoy the pure ecstasy from those wonderful hands and mouth. It was then she decided to deliver her 'Coup de Grace.'

Taking the full length of my cock into her mouth, she teased my bell-end with the tip of her tongue. She gently massaged my balls with one hand and inserted three fingers in my rectum, she gently stroked my prostate with the other, causing a double sensation of ecstasy. Her lovely blonde hair cascaded around cock and balls only adding to this incredible sensation she was causing within my loins. Her beautiful firm breasts, caressed my stomach, tipped with those delightfully, erect, and hard nipples. She was bringing me to the absolute peak that only the willing, loving Mistress can give. She was my owner, and I was only too happy to surrender, and be her willing, and obedient servant and slave.

The expulsion of my sperm into her mouth seemed to last forever. Spurt after long spurt my seed exploded from my balls, through eight inches of penis, into her mouth, her throat, and into her stomach. She swallowed! She choked! She swallowed again! And again, until every last drop of my seed was inside of her.

It is said that it is far better to give than to receive. We had both given and received. I was content and happy. We held each other close. Bodies pleasantly wet with sweat, one against the other. That which had been a hard, throbbing penis a few minutes ago was now a limp piece of wet rubber.

Isabella had proved to be an expert in the game of giving pleasure. I am glad to be her submissive. Only a truly dominant woman can please me in the way she can and still does. What an honour to be owned by a woman like her. She had taken me to one of the highest plateaus of pleasure a woman give. Nothing could give me greater pleasure than to be owned, punished, humiliated, and ultimately loved by this woman who wanted me to be her slave.

'Let it always be this way, George. Me, climaxing before you. Me being in charge, It's good for you, and it is good for me. Don't EVER, spoil my orgasm by cumming before I am fully satisfied like so many men are prone to do. You are a treasure that knows how to satisfy a woman. I want you for my sub. It won't be a life without pain, I will spank and humiliate you. Sometimes on a whim for no other reason than I feel the need to spank. But I will always satisfy you in the bedroom. But you must never, ever cum before me. Do you understand?'

I said that I understood, and should she choose to spank me now for cumming without permission after I had been specifically told not to cum, I would freely accept, and possibly even enjoy that spanking. In answer, she kissed me tenderly on the lips. Her lovely pussy wet my stomach, she had peed a little -- a token of ownership!

'No George, I don't want to spank you. I will spank you in the future, and I shall enjoy spanking you. After all, I am a Femdom and can be a cruel bitch. My girls will spank you as well, particularly if you cum them, no matter how much the provocation. Remain subservient and obedient George, and we will get on well together. If you try to become the 'Macho' man, you will come a very distant second.'

She kissed me tenderly. Her lovely pussy wet and wanting, legs astride my stomach, she peed a little more.

'You seem to like my pee, don't you George?'

For answer, I touched her pussy and licked my fingers. She smiled and kissed me again. Then said;

'You've not yet experienced PPP, you've not had training in denial, and you don't know all the rules, so it would be most unfair to spank you. Plenty of time to learn all about that when we're installed at Finnimore House.'

'What is PPP Isabella?'

'PPP or Pussy Pleasing Pill, is an aphrodisiac. It is used mainly on the inferior gender, but can and is used on the girls. It is used a lot at Finnimore for both pain and pleasure. Annette, one of my subs, is the chemist who invented it. She is very interested in trying it out on you darling boy. Don't worry, although she is your superior, she can't have you in her bed until I permit that to happen, and if the Senior Femdom learns she has fucked before she has, my ass would be on the line for a public spanking.'

She went on to say,

'I'm the Senior Medic at Finnimore, so one of my duties are to supervise the distribution and the strengths of PPP issued. Annette and Angela assist, Angela is my other sub. She's also a doctor. Most if not all the ladies at Finnimore are bisexual, and the two A's are no exception. They are both sex-mad, quite happy to fuck each other and share you in their bed. They both want to learn more about your radio-controlled stuff. I shall let the three of you get together as soon as the Senior Femdom has had her wicked way with you. She is one randy cow! Twenty-four hours with her, and you will be lucky if your cock can stand up at all.'

We lay together, side by side as Isabella told me more, her right hand casually holding my cock. She enjoyed just holding and playing with it, and why not? It was after all her property, and her hand was always welcome down there.

'When everyone has had their pussy's satisfied, you might even find time to get to know each other, share mutual interests even. I might add the girls are both kinky as hell, but they do sometimes think of things other than sex. They're both good fun, and I have a feeling, the four of us will get on well together. We only have two beds, but I don't envisage that being a mega problem, and I am looking forward to our first orgy together.'

Isabella's chat and the way she was playing with my cock was acting predictably, my cock rapidly growing hard and strong, I was beginning to think more about her hand, than what she was telling me.

'PPP is supplied in four strengths; ten, twenty-five, fifty, and one hundred percent. It will give you an erection for about one, four, eight, or twelve hours, but will not allow the male to ejaculate until the given dose starts to wear off. But Oh Boy, how he can fuck with PPP active in a cock that can't cum.'

'So, I am to satisfy all three of you?'

'Is that so terrible George?'

'No. But three, sex-mad women, and just one man?'