The Femina Domina Resort 2: A Story of Femdom and Male Submission
By Jaime Gladwell
Rebecca was absolutely in love with her work. She counted herself lucky in that. Most people dreaded Mondays. She went into her job on Mondays with a cup of coffee in hand and a smile. Working at the Femina Domina Resort had been a dream come true. It had all started when she graduated out of high school. There was no desire in her heart to attend college when she didn’t know what she wanted to do. So, she bounced around a few fast-food jobs and office temp positions, trying to figure out what she wanted out of life. Eventually, she got a particularly naughty idea in her head.
She started doing a cam show. But she wouldn’t expose her body completely. No, she dressed up in tight lingerie and talked dirty to her audience. Not once did she display more skin. Soon, she discovered that she enjoyed humiliating the desperate men of her audience. She would give them orders and degrade them, live in front of hundreds of people. And in return, they showered her with praise and cash. She was able to quit her part-timer jobs and focus on camming for a few hours every night. Within a few months, she was contacted by a recruiter for the Femina Domina Resort. They were looking for women, just like her, to staff the resort. Specifically, they wanted her to handle a physical fitness program in the resort. The offer they made was certainly a highlight.
Off to California, she moved, into her own condo, furnished with simple, thrift store findings, lots of books and a few more erotic paintings hanging from the walls. She even adopted a dog, Charlie, from a shelter, her very first pet. Rebecca had told her parents she received an exceptional offer working for a tech start-up and they were more than happy to hear her taking a serious career. Oh, it was a serious career, one with a substantial payday, benefits and even a 401k.
Life was good, Rebecca thought as she drove up to the main gate of the resort. Waving to the security guards in the booth, she swiped her ID card and drove onto the grounds properly. Listening to country music, she drove up the avenue to the mansion proper and into the underground parking garage beneath the building. The owners didn’t like the look of a parking lot above ground. They said it interfered with the aesthetic they were trying to maintain with the resort. After parking her car, she took an elevator up to the third floor and headed straight for the locker room.
Rows of lockers, benches, vanity mirrors and further back, private shower stalls awaited her there. The place was kept spectacularly clean and reminded her of her gyms locker room. Only with more leather, lace and a few handcuffs laying around.
“Good morning, Rebecca,” Samantha said as Rebecca entered. She was standing by one of the vanity mirrors, applying her favorite plum lipstick to finish off her look.
“Hey, Sam,” Rebecca said as she went to her locker, opposite Samantha’s. “How was the weekend?”
“Quiet,” Samantha said. “Jeremy was sick so I spent the weekend playing nurse for him.”
“Aw,” Rebecca said as she opened her locker and began to strip down. “Did you put the nurse costume on for him?”
“Of course,” Samantha smirked. “He’s always feeling much better after I put that on.” The two of them laughed. “How about you?”
“Spent the weekend doing a lot of chores,” Rebecca said. “And last night I decided to do a cam show. I haven’t done one in a few weeks and it looks like some of my fans weren’t happy. Still, they were more than happy to buy messages from me.” She giggled, stripped nude and now changed into workout clothes: tight leggings, a white tank top, running shoes and doing her red hair up in a bun.
“Oh? I don’t understand why you would still want to do shows,” Samantha said as she went to her locker to finish dressing up in her leather corset, pants boots, and gloves.
“I like the attention,” Rebecca said. “And the extra money doesn’t hurt.”
Samantha shrugged as she finished and closed her locker. “Hey, it’s your free time. Though I think I get enough of that kind of attention during the day job. I’ve got to go edge a few guests in chastity. I’m sure they’re dying for us to get started. Have fun out there.”
“You too,” Rebecca said as she closed her own locker.
Applying a quick bit of pink lip gloss to really make her pouty lips pop, she grinned at herself in the vanity mirror. Monday mornings had to be her favorite time of the week. And she was excited to get started.
Outside, half a dozen men in running gear were waiting for her. They were stretching out, getting themselves ready for the group run. It was a small group today but that was fine for Rebecca. It meant that she would pay a little more attention to each member of the group and make them feel special.
“Alright, run pigs!” Rebecca said firmly to the men in her best impression of a drill sergeant. “Line up!”
She might as well have cracked a whip at the speed the six men stood in a neat, orderly row for her. Smiling to herself, Rebecca walked in front of them and stood there, confident and with her own radiating authority.
“Do you all have your butt plugs in like good run pigs?” She said. Six nods came down. “Good. I want to make sure each of you is getting your asses fucked with each step along our five miles run today. Everyone hydrated?” Six more nods. “Good. I don’t want any of you wimping out of me. With that out of the way, let’s go!”
Rebecca led the six men in a soft jog to warm up as they started on the running trail that wound around the resort’s grounds. Already, she could hear them starting to pant as their butt plugs, pressed deep into their holes, rubbed against their prostates as they ran. Each step would be like a jolt running through their systems and it would only get more intense the further they went. By the end of the five miles, each of them would be an absolute mess.
“Let’s pick up the pace, run pigs,” She called out to the men, increasing her own speed.
The men followed suit, starting into a run proper. She grinned, hearing their grunts and groans that only partially were part of the physical exercise. A thrill ran through her body as she listened to them. Why would she need music on this run when she already had such a beautiful chorus to listen to? She looked back, seeing sweat already running down their faces and erections in their run shorts. At least those that weren’t in chastity. Two seemed to be, the other four sporting tents in their shorts.
“Keep the pace,” Rebecca ordered as she fell back to the man that was leading the pack. She leaned in closer as she matched speed with him. “Come on, slut. I know that plug must feel so good.” He groaned out hard from her teasing words. “Run faster. It’ll be like you’re really getting bent over and taken with each and every step.” With that motivation, he gained speed, running and grunting like a wild hog.
She did this to each of the men, speaking softly to them and making them run harder. Sex was an amazing motivator for the men of the resort, it was why they were there after all, and she knew exactly how to get them motivated. These men wanted to be talked down to, to be degraded while they pushed their bodies. In the time that she had worked at the resort, she had never gotten so much as a complaint from any of the runners that she was too hard on them. In fact, they praised it as just the thing they needed to get into running.
All the while, Rebecca did not break a sweat. She kept her body in the tightest physical conditioning that she could. A five-mile run through mostly flat terrain was barely enough to warm her up properly. At least once a month, she was running a twenty-kilometer run for fun. This was nothing to her. That left her plenty of energy to taunt and tease the men following her, literally run circles around them, and leave them satisfied.
When the group returned to the mansion proper, the six men were drenched in sweat and had smiles plast
ered on their faces. All six had wet spots on the front of their shorts from their stimulated prostates and looked like they experienced heaven. Panting hard, they thanked their Mistress for putting them through their paces.
“Good work today, boys,” Rebecca said with a smile. “Go on and hit the showers. You all stink.”
The men thanked her once more and went back inside the mansion. Rebecca took a moment to enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done. While she sipped at a bottle of water and got ready for her next session, Miranda approached her.
“I saw the run group on my way through,” Miranda said, dressed in her usual sundress and wide hat. “They seemed to have enjoyed themselves quite a bit.”
“They always do,” Rebecca said with a smirk. “I’m about to head inside for group yoga. How’s the rest of the day looking?”
“Quiet,” Miranda said, checking her phone. “No one signed up today for the endurance test in the afternoon.”
“Shame,” Rebecca said. “I had a new idea I wanted to try out today. I’ll just have to make my own fun in the afternoon, then.”
Miranda smiled. “That’s what I like to hear. Keep up the good work.”
Rebecca headed inside and to the end of the eastern wing of the mansion. The Gym took up the space of two suites but it was space well used. It was spacious, filled with high-end exercise equipment and a large, padded space that could be used for all sorts of purposes. Late Monday mornings, Rebecca had this space set aside for an intense, partner-focused yoga class. And it looked like she had quite the showing today. Thirteen men were waiting for her, stretching out. Each of them was dressed in the uniform required to attend the class: either yoga pants or short shorts, a tee shirt or tank top and bare feet. Though, she did have an odd number of people. She was going to have to partner up with one of the men.
She didn’t mind. It gave her more of a chance to be hands-on.
Looking over the men, she tapped one on the shoulder. He was a slender man, probably in his mid-twenties with long black hair tucked behind his ears. Wearing the cutest pair of frameless glasses, his slender form on full display with his shorts and a tank top, he was the perfect selection for her.
“You,” She said to him. “What’s your name?”
He stuttered for a moment before managing to get an answer out. “Joe,” He answered.
“You’ll be partnered up with me today, Joe,” She said, giving him a pat on the ass. “And helping me demonstrate everything we’re doing. Come with me to the front. Everyone else! Partner up.”
Joe looked like he wanted to turn invisible to avoid being seen. Rebecca had to keep herself from laughing. He was a shy one. Perfect for her. She took his hand and guided him to the small stage at the front of the padded area. There, he would not be able to hide from anyone.
“Alright, before we get started,” Rebecca said. “I see some new faces in the crowd today. Who here has experience with yoga?” The guys who had been there before and a few of the newbies raised their hands. “Okay, so most of us have done some of this before. Don’t worry. This is a nice, easy course. My assistant instructor, Joe here, will help me show you the moves. And don’t worry if you aren’t able to bend all the way. It’s better to come up short than end up hurting yourself trying some of this stuff.”
She had Joe lay back on the mat, with his knees bent and feet pulled back. Kneeling down on his feet, she rested her hands on his sides, gently stroking his skin.
“Alright, first some basic physical stuff first to get you all going . Sit-ups. Arrange yourself as I have with Joe here and have your partner do ten sit-ups. While they’re doing them, run your fingers along their sides and stroke them tenderly to motivate them. Do ten, then swap.”
The men of the class all got into position and started. Some of them were a little tense from doing something like this in public but they would relax. They always did. Rebecca was happy to see Joe was more than capable, his ten sit-ups passing by quickly as she stroked his sides. She saw a blush creeping across his cheeks and his shorts get a bit tighter. As they swapped, she banged out her ten sit-ups without a problem, winking up at Joe with each one. His hands were frozen on her sides, gently rubbing her skin through her clothes.
“Don’t be shy,” She whispered to him as she sat up. “Things are about to get a lot more intimate.”
That seemed to terrify Joe as she guided the class into the first proper yoga position. The first person would get into a downward-facing dog. With their feet and hands planted on the mat, their ass raised in the air, they would hold that for as long as they could. Their partner would position themselves behind them, pressing their groin to their backside and helping keep them steady. Joe got into position on his hands and feet while Rebecca stood behind him, her fingers firmly grasping his shapely hips.
It didn’t seem to take long for the men of the group to start groaning. Those in the position were panting softly as their asses were getting ground into from behind. Joe was no exception, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep himself up. They were exposed, their bodies being rubbed against. It would be a miracle if they weren’t getting aroused.
“That’s it,” Rebecca said to the class as she ground her hips into Joe’s ass. “Hold it for as long as you can and let the relaxation flow through you.”
She felt her partner trembling. He was certainly cute, that she could not deny. One by one, the guys started to swap places and Joe was the last to swap out. Rebecca easily took the pose and pressed her shapely rear into Joe’s groin. He let out a small yelp, his fingers gripping her hips for dear life as she kept wiggling her butt against his barely constrained erection. She could feel that he wasn’t the biggest in the size department but that didn’t bother her. There were other ways to use men besides their cocks.
Rebecca took her time with Joe, maintaining the pose for longer than she would have. She saw men starting to disengage from one another, both sides panting heavily from the teasing they had put each other through. Their eyes were drawn to Joe and her, watching as she kept rubbing her firm, toned ass against his groin and making him moan out. There was no escape and she felt his fingers digging in hard into her hips to keep himself from falling over. Eventually, though, he shuddered and held still as a statue.
Standing up, she turned to see if he was okay. That’s when she saw the massive wet spot on the groin of his shorts. She giggled, turning to face the rest of the group.
“Men,” She said. “It’s okay to fire off early. I know some of you might have a quick trigger.” She rested her hand on Joe’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “If you do cum while rubbing up against another man, you can stop there and go clean yourself up.” She gave Joe a pat on the rear, who was still frozen with embarrassment. “Go on, quick shot. You’re excused.”
Joe left the class, stiff still in his shorts. The rest of the men had their eyes glued to Rebecca as she began to guide them through the rest of the poses. Now without her own partner, she hopped down from her little stage and walked around, helping position the men correctly. Her fingers lingered on their chests, their sides and even their groins, giving them teasing strokes before moving on. By the end, each guy looked like he was ready to burst, sweating and smiling.
“We’ll call it there,” Rebecca said. “Go enjoy the rest of your days and remember: have fun out there.”
The guys left, some of them seemed a little more friendly with one another after their experience with the session. Rebecca licked her lips, wishing she could be a fly on the wall if some of them took it a step further. But there was something bothering her. Joe looked pretty embarrassed and she didn’t want him to be feeling like she was picking on him. Her intention hadn’t been one to be cruel, it was simply a part of the experience. Still, she wanted to track him down and see if he was okay. He didn’t use the safeword but sometimes, a submissive would be a bit gun shy on that.
Heading to the front desk, she found he was in room twelve. Quickly grabbing her bag of personal tool
s from her locker on the third floor, she went down to the second and knocked on room twelve’s door. A few moments later, Joe opened the door a bit sheepishly. He was wearing a lime green bathrobe and his collar still, a faint blush still clinging to his cheeks.
“Hello, Mistress,” Joe said, unable to make eye contact.
“Hello, Joe,” Rebecca said. “May I come in and speak with you for a moment?”
He stepped aside, holding the door open for her. Rebecca stepped inside, smiling softly at Joe to help him relax. His suite was like many of the others: spacious with a great view over the grounds of the mansion. She turned to face him. Joe still couldn’t meet her gaze, fidgeting where he stood.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay after the yoga class,” She said softly. “It’s pretty common for guys to cum when they’re partnered up with me. They simply can’t handle it, especially after everything else that happens on the grounds.”
“I’m okay,” Joe said, his voice low. “It was just embarrassing. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“This is the perfect place for it to happen,” Rebecca said, walking closer to him and tilting his chin up so he would look into her eyes. “It’s a safe place to explore your sexual desires here.” She smiled softly. “I want to make up the class with you. Is there something in particular that you have desired to do that you haven’t worked up the courage to yet?”
She saw some sparkle in his eye. There was something he wanted but he also hesitated to ask for it.
“Whatever happens in this room stays between the two of us,” She said, leaning in closer, her lips inches from his.
“Well, I,” Joe hesitated for a moment before committing himself to speak. “I’ve been here for three days and I’ve wanted to get pegged for the first time.”
“Oh?” Rebecca said, her fingers gently rubbing his cheek. “Go on.”
“I haven’t been able to work up the courage to ask any of the Mistresses,” Joe admitted, blushing more fiercely than ever before. “So, I attended a bunch of different classes, got edged a few times but still didn’t manage to ask anyone. Mistress Rebecca… will you please be the first to take me?”
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