0 comments/ 21466 views/ 12 favorites Falling Into Femdom By: Demosthenes2 Chapter 1 I have always been something of an introvert, preferring solitude and the company of books to raucous company. Not that I will shy away from intimacy and social contact completely. But I do see time on my own as a refuge from the exposure to others that my work demands. As a book rep for a large academic publisher, my work takes me around the country and into many universities. I need reserves of courage and a robust sense of self to deal with some of the offhand or equally introverted lecturers that I encounter. At 48 I am well grooved in my approach to selling, and am at a happy place in my career, and in my private life. My relationship with my wife is good, and at 10 years younger than me she provides and energy and enthusiasm for life that I feed from. After a rather chastening discussion with a sociology lecture in my home city, I found myself in a local a department store that houses a favoured coffee shop. It is an old –fashioned business in many ways, with staff showing a deference and commitment to service that I find pleasing and discomforting in equal measure. There is something about being treated as a customer that makes me uneasy. Although my self-esteem is in good nick, I always feel slightly more comfortable doing the helping rather than being helped. I strode absent-mindedly through the men's clothing section thinking about the few hours I had left at work that day, and the tasks before me tomorrow. Men's socks gave way to women's hosiery and I gave a casual glance at some of the displays. I like stockings and tights on women's legs, both for the sight and the sensual feel of them under my fingers on the occasions I find my wife in them. A small stirring of arousal at the memory of our most recent lovemaking made me pause a little over a rack of luxury stockings. The tingling in my scrotum was a nice distraction from the worries of work, and I passed on through the empty lingerie section as I made my way to the café. As I passed the changing rooms, a sudden movement caught my eye. I heard a grunt a split-second later, and a slight yelp of dismay .The movement was a leg scooting across the entrance to the changing cubicles, and surmising that someone may have fallen and been hurt, I moved forward across the threshold of the room to see if I could help. A female member of staff, white, brown haired and younger than me –in her 30s I guessed – was lying on the floor with a pile of clothing in her arms, and more spilled on the floor. I lurched forward to help her up, saying something like 'can I help' as I did so. My hands reached forward and I grabbed some of the clothes as she pulled herself up and made polite noises about my helpfulness. My face must have reddened slightly as I found that the garments I had collected in my hands were knickers and suspender belts – expensive ones I would gauge by their soft and silky feel. As I handed them back to her I was startled by a booming voice close to me. "What do you mean by this, step back out of the changing rooms! Men are not allowed in here!!" I jumped and simultaneously glanced around at the speaker whilst moving as fast as I could out of the area. I saw a women a little smaller than me, with died black hair and a blue uniform pinafore dress. She had a look on her face that suggested that her anger was not passing, and that any disobedience would be seen in a dim light. "I-I-was trying to help" I said hurriedly, still clutching several pairs of knickers in my now clammy hands. I looked down at them and then back up into the face of the woman who had thrown me so badly off balance. Her mouth was twisted into a scowl, as she peered down at the contents of my hands and then back to my face. I noticed her pale skin, and intense brown eyes as her expression shifted from angry to puzzled. "Follow me please sir. Deirdre, you come to" The assistant turned on her black patent leather kitten heels and I hesitated a moment before following her obediently but uncertainly, with the other shop assistant following behind me. As I followed her to what turned out to be a small office at the back of the shop floor, I wondered to myself why I was being so compliant. Why don't I just leave, muttering politely, and never darken the doors of this shop again, this part of it anyway? Perhaps it was fear, or curiosity or my natural deference to authority that made me follow. The office had a small desk with a chair behind it and another in front. The senior woman squeezed behind it and gestured for me to sit down. Deidre followed me in to the room, shut the door and stood squarely in front of it, just a few inches behind my back. " Now the sir, my name is Harriet and I am the senior sales manager for ladies wear. What shall I call you?' "um... Paul, but I.." " Well Paul we seem to have bit of what you might call a situation here don't we? You were seen trying to get into the women's changing room, assaulting a member of staff and to top it all, trying to steal items of clothing!!" She looked pointedly at the red silky knickers that I still held tightly in my hands as she spoke. "Well, I know it looks odd, but I really was just trying to help..." "Two witnesses and, no doubt, some CCTV footage to back us up – I think you have some serious explaining to do to the police about this" Harriet said with what looked like the beginning of a malicious smile on her face. As I stared, horrified by the implications of what she was accusing me of, I felt captive and strangely helpless. "Can you give me good reason for not calling the police?" Harriet continued after a small anxiety filled pause. "I –I was only trying to help!!" I spluttered, my mind running quickly through the implications of an arrest, or even being questioned by the police over this. I contemplated a ruined career, some uncomfortable explanation to my wife and friends, and worse Harriet seemed to be reading my mind. "Well we could avoid some nastiness –not to mention some tedious paperwork –if you were willing to make amends in some way for the trouble and distress that you've caused." She glanced wistfully at Deidre as she said this, before fixing me again with her capricious and commanding gaze. "Anything, yes" I replied, the relief at the prospect of getting out of this situation overcoming my normal caution. "Lock the door Deidre". "If this is going to work, I will need your full cooperation. Understand?" I nodded nervously. "Any ID? I mean we need to know that you really are who you say you are" As she said this, Harriet moved around the desk and slid into the narrow space between the desk and me. I was uncomfortably aware of her hips, the hem of her dress and her black opaque tights close to my eye line. Turning away for a second I reached into my trouser pocket for my wallet and pulled out my driving license. Harriet looked at it briefly as she took it form me and put it behind her on the desk. " Okay. I'm going to explain how this will work. You are going to need to listen to me and not interrupt. If you make any attempt to leave before I've finished I will call the police and you can try explaining the situation to them." I carefully nodded my assent. " What I am going to suggest is not for your benefit, but you may find some enjoyment in it, if you do as you are told and don't piss us off. Deidre and I have a special interest in men like you. We don't have much time today, but we have enough to give you quick demonstration of what we mean". At this she tilted her head across to Deidre, still positioned behind me. Two things happened almost simultaneously. I felt my arms being taken behind the back of the chair and the cold feel of metal around my wrists. A split-second later Harriet leaned forward and shoved something soft and fabric into my open, surprised mouth. Before I could respond, a length of tape closed itself across my lips, and Deidre moved around to the front of the chair, beside her colleague, and inspected her handiwork. "Sorry about this, but we take our safety very seriously. Unzip him love." At her word Deidre knelt down and undid the top of my trousers, reaching inside and pulling out my semi-tumescent cock. In a single motion she knelt down and took my member in her mouth. Bewilderingly I felt myself get hard as Harriet began to talk again. " She won't stop until you come, which won't be long given how excited you look. Deirdre's an expert at this, and one or two other things" she smiled " and to help you out a little more, the delightful garment filling your mouth is a pair of her knickers." As she said this I became aware of the tangy, salty taste of female arousal in my mouth, only to be distracted again by the fantastic sensations coming from the tip of my now hard cock, firmly held in the back of Deirdre's talented mouth. "Now, in a minute or two, my lovely friend here is going to make you come, and a blessed experience it is going to be for you as well. But before that, I'm going to explain to you what you have to do for us. You see, we like men like you, interested in the delicate side of your nature and keen to listen to the needs of women. So what you are going to do is come to a certain address tomorrow night at 8pm. You will be wearing your normal clothes, but underneath you will have on the knickers that you are currently sucking the juices from. And you will have shaved all of the hair from that handsome prick and fetching balls. We like to see a shaved set don't we love" Deidre moaned her agreement sending me into another wave of happy sensations after the brief hiatus a few seconds before. I could feel myself start to reach the point of no return, the tightening in my balls as Deirdre squeezed them gently and the rush of semen along my cock was too much. I sucked hard on the pants in my mouth, moaned and came hard into Deirdre's waiting and eager mouth. She stayed with me as I came, slowing her tongue to match the pulsing of my come into her mouth and moaning too, sending vibrations through my glans that were exquisite. My eyes closed in the brief, bitter bliss of my orgasm. I came back to my senses to the sound of clicking. "Just capturing the beautiful moment for posterity. And insurance purposes of course, to make sure that you keep to your side of the bargain" Harriet smiled as she popped the compact camera back into a draw and turned a key. I was both dazed and alarmed and my predicament, as Deidre, lifted her mouth carefully from my cock, giving me a brief kiss in the most sensitive part of my head as she did so. I jumped and noticed the gold ankle chain around her ankle as she rose and stood next to her colleague. " We will untie you in a moment and then you can go. But if you don't show at the tomorrow, the photos I've just taken will be winging their way to your home address by first class post the nest day". I left the shop a few minutes later, conscious of the damp black cotton knickers in my trouser pocket, and of the softening but still firm bulge in my trousers. Nestling near by was the card with the address on it. I had much to think about. Chapter 2 The next day was as difficult as I can remember. I barely even though about ignoring the demands that Harriet had made of me. I was motivated by fear and curiosity in equal measure. Lurking underneath these was a nagging feeling of desire and excitement that I could not square with my sense of loyalty towards my wife. Shaving my 'set' had been awkward. I used two razors, and managed to get myself clean with only a slight nick at the base of penis. The feeling was strange. I felt naked as I walked towards the address on the card, aware of the soft cotton of Deirdre's pants against my smooth scrotum, my cock midway between erect and soft. The feeling was nice, and I felt daring, wondering if the people that I passed new that I was wearing these slightly soiled panties underneath my smart trousers. I struggled to think how I was going to explain the shaving to my wife Kelly. I had explained to her that this evening was going to be taken up with a boring work dinner, and not to expect me back until the early hours. She accepted this without a murmur and I felt bad about betraying her trust in this way. But not badly enough to stop me climbing the steps to the flats in front of me. I rang the buzzer for number 4. An intercom rasped –'come up' and the door clicked off of its magnetic lock and gave way to my gentle push. Two short flights of stairs later, I faced a royal blue wooden door with a small security peephole and a silver knocker. My legs wobbled, and my head felt light as the door opened. Deirdre appeared, her hair up in a bun, and a pleasant smile on her face as she greeted me and showed me down the narrow hall and into a spacious room. She was dressed in a simple black pencil skirt and a white blouse, fitted to show off her breasts and slim waist. Her blouse buttons were fastened high on her chest, with only the slightest hint of cleavage. Around her throat was a plain black choker, and I noticed a small gold ankle chain underneath a black, sheer stockinged leg, above neat black court shoes. Chapter 3 " Look at the list, and make a mark against the things that you wouldn't like to try. There are things on there that we might not want either. Don't feel rushed, sit comfortable and Deirdre will get us another drink whilst you think about it". The list was long, covering two sides of A4. I excluded anything to do with defecation quickly, and also anything that might lead to the drawing of blood. There was a graded section for pain –I ticked the 'low' box. I also ruled out asphyxiation and anything to do with inflicting pain on others. This left much to be explored, including, daringly, same sex play. I returned the list to Harriet and she looked down it approvingly. Deirdre had returned with our drinks and seated herself beside her lover, gazing over at the list. She smiled pleasantly at me and winked, her eyebrows arching with interest at some of the areas that I had assented to. Deirdre passed me a second piece of paper "This one is a contract" she explained, "read it before you sign it". It was a simple memorandum of understanding between us that everything we did would remain private unless agreed by all parties. I would be free to walk away after the evening's activity without any further jeopardy to myself - all of the CCTV images and photos would be destroyed. But if I wanted to continue the relationship, that could be agreed, again by mutual consent. I read through the contract again, signed and handed the form back to Deirdre. I did not want to think any longer, I just wanted to let myself go into this submissive role, wherever it might take me. "Right –all we need now is a safe word. Use it and we stop what we are doing and you go home –for the time being at least. What word would you like"? "Blue" the first word that came into my mind. "Okay –now strip". I started to undress, with still trembling fingers and knees weak with fear and anticipation. My trousers came down and revealed Deirdre's panties, with my stiffening cock poking through the lacy top. Harriet smiled encouragingly and gestured me to continue. I had taken my shirt off and moved my hands to the top of my hips when Harriet spoke again " Not just yet –kneel down before me as you are". I did as she asked and continued to look up at her face as I knelt before her, aware of my knees on the soft carpet, and the vulnerability of being nearly naked in front of two women that I did not know. Harriet parted her knees, and I could see up her skirt, beyond the lace of her stocking tops and into the darkness between her thighs. She wore blue, satin shiny knickers and my prick stirred again as I looked, anticipating what might happen next. "I want you to start with my toes and lick your way up to my thighs. I will tell you how fast to move, so just let yourself go and trust me to guide you". I believed her. Starting with her left foot, I sucked and licked at her toes through the silky soft mesh of her stockings. I was aware of Deirdre settling into the seat next to Harriet and draping her hand behind Harriet's head as she watched me pleasuring her friend. I sucked and licked slowly up her leg, responding to the subtle nudges and comments as I made my way up to her stocking tops. As I reached the flesh at the welt of her left leg, she stopped me and told me move on to the right. I began again, savoring the tastes and smells I experienced as I did so. As I neared the tops of her thighs, I began to smell her arousal. It was an unmistakable yet unique combination of soap, perfume and the tangy, musky smell of womanly sexual excitement. My cock twitched and I felt my balls contract as my nose nudged the soft folds of her encased labia. As I did so I heard a gasp, followed quickly by Harriet's voice. "To the bedroom I think" She stood up and headed to one of the doors at the side of the room. I rose and followed her, Deirdre following up behind me. The room, once inside, was plainly decorated in light yellow paint. A bed lay at the center of the room, and I could see leather cuffs at either end of the mattress. Harriet told me to lie down on my back in the middle of the bed, whereupon Deirdre placed and tightened the cuffs around my wrists and ankle. Harriet, without speaking, placed a blindfold over my eyes and tied it behind my head. Seconds later there was a pressure on my hips and I felt the panties being pulled away from my groin, exposing my cock to the air. Something cool and silky touched my foreskin and I felt a constriction move down my penis and settle around the top of my scrotum "A cock ring, to keep you going" said Deirdre. I felt a weight on the bed and nylon covered thighs settling around my ears. "As before, take things slowly and we will be okay" Harriet said as the weight descended onto my face from above. I could smell her more powerfully this time, and the brush of short pubic hairs against my chin altered to me to the presence of her other lips, close to mine. Softly, she lowered her sex on my mouth and I tentatively moved my tongue up to taste her. She shivered "Slowly, good boy" she said as she first jerked away then lowered herself again softy. Her labia were pressed against my lips and I could feel the moist tip of her pubic bone against my nose. 'Put your tongue flat against me first, and don't move until I tell you. That's it! Ooh..' Her taste was strong, perfumed and sweet sour like a sharp red wine. I tentatively licked along the length of her lips and felt the tang of her juices ooze across her as I did so. "Now back to the top and just a gentle lick of my clit'. I did as she asked, enjoying the smoothness of her. Her pubic hair felt soft and matted against my skin as I reached for her tiny bud, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I feathered my contact with her subtly and felt her moan and sway in response. 'Ooh, good' she moaned 'keep going'. Harriet shifted her weight down slightly and I felt her relax onto my face. She began to ride against me, pushing her clitoris against my nose and rubbing herself against my chin, almost as if she was painting my face with her sex. I felt lost on the sensations, the taste and smell of her and the delicious heaviness of her against me. She shifted position again and her nylon covered thighs enclosed my ears, focusing me even more deeply on her pleasure and pulling me deeper into her sex. Two things happened at once. I felt something being peeled down over my cock and at the same time Harriet shifted again. I realized that she was turning round as a brief change in the shade of light round the blindfold and a waft of colder air flowed over my now wet lips and nose. I felt a pressure in my glans as one, and then another skin like substance was rolled over my penis –condoms I assumed. Then there I was engulfed again as Harriet lowered herself back down onto me. This time I felt my nose nestled between her buttocks and my mouth covered by her now puffy and very moist labia. Falling Into Femdom 'Now, inside me'. At her cue I pushed my tongue up and through her labia, making it as stiff and pointed as I could. I felt the warm, wet folds of her vagina swallow my tongue as she settled herself onto my face again. Her buttocks separated against my nose and I felt it's tip push against the outside of her puckered bottom. I was lost in the moment, not thinking of how strange this was, enveloped by the sensuous exposure. My body shivered in pleasure and my mind focused on the delicious taste of Harriet's juices flowing down my tongue and into my mouth. A tightness and a slight buzz of pleasure hit my cock, and a smooth warmth touched my thighs. I could hear little now as Harriet clasped her thighs around my head and pushed her clit against my chin; but I guessed that Deidre was fucking me. The increased movement across my thighs confirmed this, and the bed became a wave machine as the rhythms of both women speeded up. Harriet's anus flexed against my nose and she ground herself against my lips and chin. A sudden stiffening from her, and my tongue was gripped by her muscles. I felt excitement as I realized she was coming, and seconds later I felt the tension spill from her body as she pooled her weight down on me. The pressure on my face was intimidating, but I was distracted by the activity at my middle, as Deirdre picked up the pace of her movements and began to slide up and down my cock with greater rapidity. Harriet pushed herself down along my head and positioned her buttocks over my mouth. I felt her part them around my face and then I felt her softness against my lips. 'Lick me' and my tongue was out again, this time exploring the unmistakable wrinkles of her arsehole. I had fantasized about this often. Kelly was an adventurous lover, but did not like to be touched on her anus. I had been fascinated and repulsed in equal measure by this part of a woman's anatomy most of my adult life, and had brought myself to orgasm many times thinking about this very act. As I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hole, I heard a faint sigh and a louder scream. Deidre was coming, gripping my cock for dear life as Harriet imposed her arse more firmly onto my face, pushing my tongue deeper into her. The contrasting sensations were captivating, as were the very different rhythms of the two women, out of synch but also complementing each other in their cycles of arousal and satiation. Harriet lingered on my face for what felt like tens of minutes, but Deidre moved off of me soon after her orgasm. I was still lost in the joy of giving in to these women, but was also becoming aware of the aches in my body, especially my tongue. The latter was firmly ensconced in Harriet, and I both enjoyed the tight, smoothness of her and the slightly dark, musky taste of her perfumed bottom, mixing with her syrupy juices. She shifted again, this time moving off my body completely and off the bed too. Reaching behind my head, she undid the blindfold, and I was able to see the room - and it's occupants – properly for the first time. 'Time for a break and a little talk I think' said Harriet, smiling almost indulgently at me.