Demo Sub Ch 4: Tending to the Flock

The ladies watched Mistress Morgan fit Brad's drained cock into a short, curved metal cage which she attached to a steel ring secured snuggly around the base of Brad's genitals. The little contraption left his testicles free to be fondled as a reward or squeezed as a punishment for bad behaviour. The small lock snicked shut.

Lois clipped a short chain leash onto a small ring hanging from Brad's cock cage. She pulled tentatively on the lead.

"Come Brad, you can wait in the next room. Mistress Morgan may need you later to help demonstrate, but for now you can relax in the spacious kennel she has thoughtfully provided for your breaks."

While Lois led her sub to the man-sized cage in the adjoining room, Mistress Morgan warmed to her topic in front of the 'suburban ladies social group' that had recently morphed into the 'bored housewife's escape plan.'

"Once you have achieved control of your sub's cock through the insatiable reward of orgasm to a point where he will cum on demand, he clearly belongs to you. He will do what you tell him to do, get hard when he's told and then wait until you're ready.

He will learn to put your needs ahead of his wants. He doesn't actually "need" to have an orgasm. He just wants one. But by the time he is responding to the training, he will be so addicted to cumming a certain way; your way, that he will do whatever you want for his reward.

Anything sexual that you need or want from him is yours, but only if you know how to create new routines and boundaries for him, through harnessing his addiction." Mistress Morgan surveyed the room. Her audience looked genuinely shocked at her candor, but extremely engaged at the same time. She could see the curiosity in their faces. Men as a commodity? Subs instead of husbands? These were interesting conceptions.

"Yes, I know what I'm saying violates the notion of gender equality. But let's get real for a moment. If you and your man are in agreement regarding his desire to experience the submissive side of an FLR, then you are both agreeing to a very different set of guidelines. FLR's include some basic assumptions, such as the absence of egalitarianism." She could see a few eyebrows rise in response, and more than a few grins.

"In a Mistress Morgan style FLR, the woman carries the responsibility for sex. In response, the man is subservient to her desires and disobedience is not tolerated.

Consider this ladies, once sex becomes boring or non-existent, or actually bothersome, it's good to have a backup plan. That often means taking the bull by the balls, if you'll forgive the tortured metaphor."

Mistress Morgan's acolyte Lois smiled shyly. "Oh, Brad and I are is well past that stage. I do the planning now. Brad told me when he was first milked in front of the women's group, it had been a turning point for him. After that event he felt considerably less concerned about being exhibited. He simply accepted that he was my submissive slut, and that I was in charge of his cock now. Once he gave up his pretence of control, the rest was intensely pleasurable.

By the way Mistress, Brad will be happy to serve as part of your stable of volunteer demo-subs. I'll tell him later," Lois grinned.

"Thank you Lois, Brad will be a welcome addition. Although these demonstration sessions are voluntary, you will, of course, receive a fee for his services each time he is selected as a demo sub for private lessons." Mistress Morgan returned her attention to her audience.

"Lois and Brad are exceptional examples of a dominatrix and her sub who have found mutual satisfaction in the type of FLR I can teach to couples who are frankly, tired of trying to force their vanilla sex lives to work the way they once did."

The women seemed absorbed in the novel information they were processing. One 40-something, deeply attractive black woman was sitting with her arms crossed, a frown on her face.

"Yes, Farrah, I think? You look puzzled. Can I clarify anything for you?"

"Maybe. I live with a white guy who is more than willing to try new things. In fact, I think he's a little too willing to be dominated by a black woman. He's all into being milked by me. Sometimes I let him stay naked when I'm done because he wants to feel available all the time. I am actually liking our role playing, but I feel like the reverse of a slave owner, know what I mean?

How do I fix that nagging feeling that it's just wrong for a black woman to enslave a white man? Is that a racial thing or a male-female misconception? I have a sense that I might have preconceived ideas that are interfering with the evolution of our sex life. As a black dominatrix, what do you think?"

"Wow. Where to begin. First, thank you for having the candor to raise the issue. Let's unpack your thoughts about that and see what we can find. Let me ask you this, do you think it is wrong for a white man to dominate a black woman?"

"Well no, actually. I mean, it never bothered me that Thomson was into black women. In fact I'm sure he and I stared dating because he couldn't wait to get his hands on my ass. He liked to spank me a little before sex. Back then sex usually meant fucking from behind. But backdoor sex grew into a relationship where he liked being told how to screw me from behind. He got off on having me tell him how to fuck. Now he wants me to give him permission to cum.

It's ok, but I guess I'm feeling guilty about being turned into his black Domme. Does that sound odd to you?"

"Yeah, no. You're not odd Farrah, women are often relegated to the role of follower in sexual relationships. These weekly gatherings are dedicated to offering an alternative to that status quo.

Regardless of race, gender inequities have always been a stumbling block to successful FLRs. It takes courage and persistence to take power. How you do that depends on how well you can make his cravings and fetishes work for both of you.

He can't do it. He's male. He can only drive ahead with his desire, striving for the next orgasm, like a trained seal going after a ball. As you mentioned, your shapely black ass was his lure. You can use that fetish to help your guy satisfy his need. Imagine your partner, what's his name?"

"Thompson."

"Imagine Tom was not allowed to cum until he gave you an orgasm by burying his face between your buttocks and licking your pussy from behind until you told him to stop. Would that work for you? Would he still be hard when you were satisfied?"

"Oh yeah," Farrah laughed. "Just talking about it would keep him erect for about a week," she joked. "And it would work extremely well for me," she said with a smile.

"Yes. Think about what that would do for you, not Tom," Mistress Morgan said quietly. "Can you share how you would imagine that happening or am I being too audacious?"

Farrah seemed to have forgotten the other women were listening. Maybe she needed to talk, or maybe she felt like she wouldn't be judged. Mistress Morgan had that effect on others. In any case, Farrah launched into her description of an event she'd like to orchestrate.

"He likes to be restrained and collared. Maybe this time I will clip his leash on and put him on his knees. Yeah, that's about the right height for me. Tommy's face will be perfectly lined up with my ass if I squat just a little.

I prefer that posture anyhow. That way I can shove my ass in his face and pull his leash tight between my legs. Tommy will have to use both hands to separate my buttocks if he wants to breathe while he's licking.

I like variety, so he will need to alternate fast and slow licking, and not focus directly on the clit too much. I'll relax his leash every now and then so he can take a breath, but he'll need to focus on his task once I feel like I'm nearing take-off." Farrah leaned closer to Mistress Morgan.

"I'm like, thinking about dominating him now. Taking him on my terms instead of his. Mmmm, is it wrong that I'm already looking forward to making my white sex toy bury his face in my big black ass? Could it be that sex is not the man's choice after all?"

"Is the white boy's cock hard in this scenario," Mistress Morgan asked?

"I guess that would be up to him wouldn't it? If he can keep it up I might do something with it, but I get licked until I cum anyway, so it doesn't matter what his white dick is doing."

"You Farrah, are a natural FLR candidate. Can you do something for me please? Go home this evening and make all that happen. Will he obey if you initiate?"

"Yeah, we're past that. He will do it for the forbidden thrill. I think he is genuinely interested in acting out the role of a sub. It's extra exciting for him that he belongs to a black Domme. The mental image of me forcing his face into my ass will be enough to make him cum on the spot.

So sure, he'll be up for the challenge. Pretty sure I don't have to check with him. I forget the last time Tompson even wanted a choice about sex. It's just not his call anymore.

Thanks to you Mistress, I don't feel anywhere near as concerned about the right or wrong of what we are doing. I mean, so what if I like to use my husband like a live dildo once in awhile and edge him most days? I'm sure he gets more sex than his male friends, plus I don't hear him complaining. Oh wait, he's not allowed," she laughed.

"Farrah, have you considered professional training for yourself and your husband? I have a special rate for the truly talented. Think about it. Two black Dommes ordering your naked white house-boy around. It would be fun and I'm guessing Tom's hard-on would be drooling most of the afternoon."

Mistress Morgan knew she was only an agenda entry away from meeting Tompson. Should she call her new pet Tom or Tommy? That would depend on him, and how much humility he needed to acquire.

The women attending the afternoon information session for the BDSM-curious were sipping martinis and exchanging phone numbers. Their little group had blossomed into a weekly club of sorts with several regular attendees. Mistress Morgan thought it best she prepare her flock for their next gathering.

"I see some familiar faces today as well as a few new intrepid explorers. Just so you're aware, our session next week will feature a more in-depth dominant-submissive activity that some of you might find inspirational and others might want to take a pass on.

Our usual afternoon get-togethers have been focused on cock control for initiates. Learning to milk your man in particular, is a very effective beginning to a successful FLR. However, once that milestone has been achieved, some women want to take their relationship to the next level. How that evolution takes shape varies for each couple. Beyond cock control lies the reason d'être for a sexual FLR.

What is there beyond taking the reins of power in sex? That is for you to explore as a Domme with your sub at your side. I am here as a mentor for you both.

One way to achieve a next-level consciousness is to reverse the tradition of being the penetrated into becoming the penetrator. Yes, I mean using him as your fuck-slut. It's not for everyone, so that's why I'm giving you all a heads-up about next week. We will be discussing and demonstrating pegging.

Pegging is the practise of fucking your sub with a strap-on. For anyone unfamiliar with this form of dominance, the male sub is penetrated, usually from behind, with a dildo attached to a harness worn around the woman's hips. The power shift from male to female is astonishing and can be intoxicating. It can also be intensely gratifying to a woman's ego. Yes, we have egos, contrary to what the dominant male societal discourse might have you believe.

One of our members has graciously volunteered her sub Kevin to demonstrate this technique. For any of you who are even remotely concerned about Kevin, please bear in mind that he is looking forward to being used as an educational aide.

Like all the men in our group, Kevin is part of a FLR that demands obedience in exchange for pleasure. Believe me, Kevin will be an enthusiastic participant in next week's lesson on pegging." Mistress Morgan smiled.

"Meanwhile, Lois, do you think Brad is recovered enough to participate in another demonstration? I have a new cock handling technique that our group might be interested in trying out. It won't make him cum, but it will make him wish he could," she grinned.

Lois dangled Brad's leash from her wrist. "I'm sure he is up for another session, Mistress. After all," she smirked, "he's a demo sub now."