My First Gentle Femdom Experience

My first gentle femdom experience

Thursday morning -- the arrival

My name is Peter and I work for a large construction company. Compared to the other employees, my 5 feet 5 inches gives me the status among my female colleagues of a "rather short guy", but my good sense of humor, athletic figure and high professional skills have been able to tip the scales in my favor, at least socially.

Since my early teens, I've been interested in sexual dominance and submission and these kink interests were successfully kept as an absolute secret from almost everybody around me - except for my colleague Carol, who discovered by accident my recent research on the femdom world (but this is another story). So, until today, I've never tried a "real femdom" experience. But that is about to change...

After the last turn, I finally arrived at my destination: a nondescript spacious house in the suburb, with a large porch and white fence. It's almost 8 o´clock on a sunny morning, and I am still stuck cowardly behind the wheel in front of the garage.

"Damn, Carol, what did you trick me into?" For the next five minutes, a small camera on the wall was the only witness to my lack of confidence.

OK, let's do it!"

I finally took the courage to make the agreed signal: I flashed the headlights twice and the beige garage door opened. After my car is parked, the door shuts again while the daylight slowly fades behind me.

The garage has plenty of room for two large vehicles, but the other spot is empty. There is a dim light coming from above, shelves with tools and boxes in an orderly fashion and another small camera on the opposite wall with a loudspeaker beside it.

The moment I stepped out of my car, I heard a female scrambled voice on the loudspeaker: "What's your name and the name of your female sponsor?"

"Hi! It's my first time here. My name is Peter and my sponsor is Carol."

"You mean Mistress Carol, isn't it?"

"Err... correct! Mistress Carol."

The scrambled voice continued: "Did you understand all the primary guidelines and the planned scenarios that Mistress Carol, your sponsor, talked to you about?"

"Yes! In short, for the next four days, I am going to live a femdom fantasy, including bondage, chastity, teasing, denial, obeying and doing chores for the Mistresses of the house, being their sex slave, suffering light humiliations and punishments administered by them and, last but not least, being rewarded if I do a good job."

"When did you have your last orgasm?"

"Last Sunday evening. I was instructed not to masturbate from Monday on."

"Have you shaved your private parts?"

"Yeap!"

"Did you read and willingly sign the contract that was sent to us last Friday? Do you agree with all our terms of conduct explained in the informative material that was sent to you at the beginning of last week? Do you have full knowledge of the three-level safeword system we use here (green, yellow and red)?

"Yes for all the questions."

"Are you aware that you can quit your experience at any time if you want?"

"Yes, I understand that I have the power to quit the experience and return to my home whenever I want to. And that the hard limits that I have established should be respected during the experience. And that if I leave the house before ending my experience without a very good reason, there might be consequences. Not for me but for my female sponsor, Carol."

"Correct! Let's also check your medical file: it shows that you are 29 years old, with perfect eyesight, no STDs, no high blood pressure or any heart condition. And that you take two medications: one pill a day for cholesterol control and another pill a day for asthma prevention. Is that correct?"

"Yes, and I also have an asthma relief medicine that I carry with me all the time in case of a crisis. But I haven't had any crises in the last 5 years."

"All right. Please put all your medications, including the asthma relief medicine, in the little yellow box close to the door, the one with the 'slave' tag. Then remove everything: clothes, watch, wallet, house keys, rings, bracelets, neck chains, cell phone and shoes, and put them all in the large plastic bag that is near the door.

"OK!"

"The large plastic bag is going to be put inside the trunk of your car and will remain there during the entire duration of your experience. When you are done, lock the car and put your keys in the keyholder on the wall beside the door, the one with the 'slave' tag."

Minutes later, it's all set. I am completely naked, and my medicines are in the yellow box on the floor. The scrambled voice on the loudspeaker is on again:

"Please take the yellow box with you. When you cross the threshold of the door you are going to enter a new world, a female-dominated one. In that world, you are no longer 'Peter' but a 'slave', and you must obey all the commands of the Mistresses without questioning. Are you ready and willing to do that?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Open the door, enter and close it behind you. Wait with your forehead against the door until a Mistress arrives to fetch you. No more talking!"

I entered a small and unlit corridor. As soon as the door closed, darkness filled the space again. I put my forehead against the door and started waiting. My mind was excited, and my senses were heightened. I started to be frustrated, because nothing happened for quite a long time...

Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me -- at the opposite end another door opened, and the light finally inundated the entire corridor. Then I noticed the distinctive clacking of high heels becoming louder and louder.

Then a strangely familiar voice spoke: "Welcome my new slave! Do not turn! Now you are going to be blindfolded, leashed and put into bondage and chastity. Male chastity is mandatory in this female-dominated world, unless your Mistress decides otherwise."

"In your little world you may have plenty of money, but don't even think of trying to use it to bribe a Mistress, for the only currency accepted here is the femdollar -- it might provide a little more comfort for male slaves like you, but you must serve the Mistresses pretty hard if you want to get it."

"Your voice is somehow familiar to me. Do I know you? Who are you?"

"It's Mistress Janet to you, slave! Don't ever forget about that! And one more thing: you should not speak unless spoken to! Nod if you understand." I nodded while she took the yellow box from my hands.

With military precision, my eyes were blindfolded and my hands tightly secured behind my back with leather cuffs. Then I felt something soft attached to a cold chain being fastened to my neck.

"Follow me now, slave." Be careful! One step at a time."

My feet advanced little by little while I was gently being led by the chain attached to my neck. Soon I was stepping on some kind of rug, indicating that I was in another part of the house. The leather cuffs that secured my hands were then attached to something stuck to the wall. I was still standing, all but immobilized.

"Now the fun starts! "You are going to receive a transparent chastity sleeve that will not prevent erections, but will surely prevent orgasms." I was relieved that at least I would still be able to have hard-ons.

"But do not be fooled by my apparent kindness, slave! There are different sorts of naughty chastity devices in store for you if you misbehave or disappoint me in any way. "Nod if you understand." I nodded.

The next part was rather strange: I received knee pads and some sort of boxing gloves were put on my hands. My feet got padded covers too.

"Don't move! Now you are going to be freed from your restraints". I was uncuffed and immediately told to get down on my knees. Then a gentle hand caressed my head and took my blindfold off.

It took some time to adjust my eyes to the light. I was in a large living room, with assorted types of furniture around and some odd metal rings fixed to the ceiling with long ropes hanging from them, and also the same kind of metal rings on the walls with long ropes attached. My grey-gloved hands looked like animal paws, but at least the blue knee pads were comfortable to use on the floor. Mistress Janet was behind me.

"In this female-dominated world you are a mere male slave, and male slaves don't have the right to speak or even to stand up except when they are allowed to do so by their Mistresses. Now turn to me but keep your hands and knees on the floor!"

My first glance at Mistress Janet was something one only expects to find in heaven - or hell -- a voluptuous, tall and beautiful, light-skinned black woman, with long dark hair, a very athletic appearance, not to mention the fantastic heart-shaped butt -- in short, an unforgettable dominant - and even menacing - presence.

She was wearing a sexy, colorful Venetian mask and was fully dressed as a dominatrix with a micro-dark skirt, curvy corset with ultra-generous cleavage that barely hid her gorgeous tits, black leather high-heeled boots and matching thigh-high stockings.

As I was kneeling in front of her I could see delicious mini white lace panties between her legs! My jaw dropped and I had an instant hard-on. Then she finally took off the mask and revealed her beautiful visage with a large and naughty smile.

"Remember me? In your little world, I was Janet, the cleaner. Surprisingly, now I am your Mistress Janet and you are my humble sex slave to fulfill all my needs and do whatever I want."

"Janet! I was almost sure it was you! You look so different! Well, I see no reason for..."

"Shut up! "Here you do not speak unless spoken to.". She gagged me while her loud laugh echoed by the entire room.

"It was a complete surprise for me to see that you would be a slave today. "The commanding Mistress of this House has acknowledged my complaints about your rather unfair treatment of your cleaner, and she has agreed that you should provide me with very generous compensation."

Dumbfounded, I could not believe this was happening to me.

"I intend to treat you right, but you are surely going to pay a high price for your lack of good manners. You are expected to serve me really well. And be sure that you will be severely punished if you don´t meet my high expectations!"

In absolute horror, all I could do was to try to speak in my defence, but the gag prevented me from uttering any audible word. Should I leave the house at once? Ending the experience prematurely would certainly cause the ire of Carol. What a fucking mess!

Finally, my hard-on and my curiosity tipped the scale and I decided to keep going with the fabulous Mistress Janet in her sexy female-dominated world. She grinned mischievously, waited some seconds and then said:

"The commanding Mistress of the house is currently out of town, but she is expected to join us soon. Well, it looks like for the time being it will be only you and me in the playground."

OK, so today it's going to be one-on-one. I can handle this! I hope...

"I think it's high time for you to start showing me your oral skills, slave! Put your hands behind your back while I cuff them and secure you to that iron ring on the wall.

As soon as she completed my immobilization and took my gag off, she stood very close to me, showing off her commanding presence. Without breaking the eye contact, she slowly took off her panties and teasingly began to open her powerful legs, almost touching my face in the process, always grinning playfully while allowing me brief glances at her perfect and already-wet shaved pussy.

Holding the chain of my leash with one hand and gently caressing my hair with the other, she laughed again and said joyfully:

"My poor kneeling slave! We are going to have so much fun! I hope you are more than ready to start your first oral service of the day." (to be continued)