First Time Femdom

by Emma St Giles

Following the initial shock of discovering his childhood friend and neighbour, semi naked, in his wardrobe, he seemed to be regaining his composure. His eyes fastened on my breasts, then they slid downwards to take in my black panties, then they flicked over to stare at the cane. ‘And what are you supposed to be?’

  ‘A dominatrix,’ I replied. The eyes returned to my panties, and as if by magic the bulge in his briefs started growing, pushing against them until his fully erect penis was straining against the blue material.

  ‘Mmm.’ He stepped forward, taking the cane from my hand. ‘Perhaps I should let you cane me. It might be rather exciting.’ The bulge throbbed as he spoke, and while he was talking he reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. He flicked the straps off my shoulders in two practiced movements and it dropped. My breasts, large nipples fully erect, slipped out of their cups. He made an appreciative noise and stroked the left one gently. I gulped. Next, he sank to his knees in front of me. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic of my panties, and a second later they were sliding down.

  He got back up. ‘Kneel down,’ he ordered. I sank, naked apart for my boots, to my knees in front of him. The bulge in his pants was only inches from my face. I reached out with a small hand and nervously stroked it. He gasped and his body stiffened in pleasure. Almost greedily, I pulled down his briefs. His large, purple headed organ sprang to attention as it was released from its prison, and almost hit me in the face in its enthusiasm.

  We stayed there for several seconds without moving, him standing and me on my knees in front of him. We both knew what was coming next. I’d never had a penis in my mouth before, but I moved forward slightly and kissed the end of it gently, using my tongue to probe and tease it. He seemed to like that, so I took a deep breath and let my lips slide over the swollen head and down the length of his shaft until they were nuzzling against its base. I held the position for a second, then I ran my lips back up to his head again. He placed his hands in my hair, but I wasn’t sure if it was to ensure that I didn’t stop what I was doing or to stop me doing it. I ran my lips back down his shaft to find out. He stiffened, his breath coming out of his mouth in a gasp and the hands grasped my head more firmly. ‘Stop. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.’

  Obediently, I removed my mouth and sat back on my heels, looking up at him. ‘God, you really know how to suck cock, don’t you? he said, after he’d regained his composure. ‘And I always thought you were a little Miss Goody-Goody.’ He reached for my hand and helped to my feet. He led me to the bed.

  ‘Lie down,’ he instructed. I climbed onto the bed and lay there, my arms clasped across my belly and my legs together. He stood next to the bed, inspecting my body. He nodded, as if he liked what he saw. ‘Now, open your legs, wide apart.’ I moved to obey him, my moist lips parting slightly as if to invite him in. As my thighs opened and I raised my knees, I placed my hands, palms down, on the bed to balance myself.

  Now he climbed onto the bed, on his knees between my legs. I lifted my head to look at him. A small bead of glistening liquid was oozing from the end of his cock. Despite my excitement at the thought of being fucked by him, I felt a little thrill of fear at the prospect something that large being inserted in me.

  I closed my eyes as he got into position and as I felt his manhood touch me, positioning itself in the cleft between my legs. Keeping my eyes shut, I forced myself to relax.

  The moment arrived. With a firm movement of his hips he pushed. There was a moment of resistance, then he slid into me, all the way. I gasped and arched my back as if I’d been speared. My eyes opened, wide, in response to his manhood filling my belly. He was towering over me, smiling. As our eyes met, he worked his hips, sliding most of the way out and then all the way back in again. He lowered his head and he kissed me.

  The next few minutes fell in on themselves like an avalanche of pleasure. My universe was reduced to my body and to his body, and most of all to his cock, sliding in and out of me in a quickly increasing rhythm, until he was pumping hard into me, making me squirm in ecstasy.

  ‘Oh god, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to come’ he cried, his hips moving in a frantic blur.

  ‘Yes!’ I screamed between gritted teeth, and I wrapped my still booted legs around him, crossing my feet behind his hips and using the muscles in my thighs to hold him in place. We came together in a series of long, shuddering and timeless waves.

  Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms, too breathless to talk, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. ‘Wow,’ I managed to say eventually.

  Chapter 5 – A Really Hard Caning

  Half an hour later I was lying next to him, staring at his ceiling and thinking. The deep, regular breaths told me that he was asleep. It was the sleep of a contented man who has just nailed his neighbour and childhood friend. I lifted my head. Lying in a heap on the floor I could see the boots. They were lying on their side, my black bra and panties on top of them. Next to them was the cane, that I’d never got to use. Based on the way Dean had fucked me on my back with my legs apart I guessed that he preferred his women wearing white panties to black ones.

  Careful not to wake him I slid out of bed. I picked up the panties and stepped into them. Next I put on the bra, fastening it behind my back in one practiced movement, before slipping my breasts back into the cups and the straps back onto my shoulders. Finally I sat on the chair by his bedroom table and put my boots on.

  I picked up the cane, and I stood at the foot of the bed and looked at him, replaying what had happened in my mind, like I was watching a movie. I saw the wardrobe door swing open and Dean jump in surprise, dressed in nothing but his briefs. I watched his gaze running over my body and his cock stiffen and grow in response to what he saw. I moved on and started replaying the moment when he began undressing me . . .

  . . . And then I stopped, puzzled. I ran the movie back to when he first saw me, following the movements of his eyes as they fastened onto my breasts, then my panties and then the cane, and then back to my panties. His cock stiffened again. I was right! His eyes kept flicking back to the cane, widening slightly every time he looked at it, and his erect penis visibly pushed against the tightly stretched briefs.

  ‘Oh,’ I whispered to my self, under my breath. Perhaps he wasn’t quite such a white panties kind of guy after all. I thought for a while longer, considering what to do, then I came to a decision. I took a deep breath, then I went round the side of the bed and shook him by the shoulder.

  ‘Wake up,’ I ordered. ‘Wake up.’

  He stirred and lifted his head, smiling blearily at me. ‘What is it?’

  ‘I know your secret,’ I said bluntly.

  ‘What?’ He looked puzzled.

  ‘I know your secret. You were turned on by my cane, weren’t you.’ It was a statement rather than a question. He swallowed nervously, and turning his head slightly he noticed how I was dressed, once more. It was the only answer I needed.

  ‘I knew it!’ I said triumphantly. ‘Get up out of the bed.’

  He pushed the sheets back and climbed out of the bed, slightly reluctantly. He seemed unable to look me in the eye, but his eyes were glued on the cane, following its every movement. His penis was hardening.

  He stood there like a naughty schoolboy. ‘What are you going to do?’ he asked.

  I brought the cane swishing down onto the bed. ‘I’m going to cane you,’ I told him. ‘A real punishment caning. Six of the best across your bare bottom.’ He swallowed again, and I noticed that he was trembling slightly. I wondered how much was fear and how much excitement. ‘On your hands and knees on the bed, bottom in the air,’ I instructed, pointing with the cane. ‘You’ve had the pleasure, but now you have to pay for it.’

  He hurried to obey me, his bottom beautifully presented, its pristine, unmarked cheeks a canvas for me to create a work of art on. I rested the cane on his arse and he flinched slightly. ‘Six, strokes,’ I repeated. ‘Each one as hard as I can deliver it.’
/>   I raised the cane. ‘Just think, tonight you can lie in bed, and you won’t be able to sleep because your bottom will be burning and stinging so badly. And you can think about me while you lie there.’ He let out a little moan at my words, and I brought down the cane, using as much force as I could. It hissed through the air and landed across his cheeks with a snap. His whole body jerked.

  ‘Arrrrrrr. No, please don’t,’ he begged, although his rigid expectant body was saying the opposite.

  ‘Don’t get up, or I’ll have to start all over again,’ I warned. I watched in fascination as the white mark that the cane had left slowly faded. In its place an angry red line started appearing. ‘Mmmmm,’ I said. ‘Interesting.’ I raised the cane again and delivered the second stroke, aiming just below the first one.

  He cried out again, and made as if to get up, but then sank back down, as if he’d thought better of it. ‘Good boy,’ I said in a soothing voice. ‘It’ll soon be over.’ The stroke left another white line that faded and reappeared as a red one. By now the first red line had grown, rising up into an angry welt.

  Confident in my technique now, and grateful for the practice I’d put in caning my pillow, I delivered the remaining four strokes, pausing for about ten seconds between each one – partly so I could admire my handiwork, and partly to let the fear and anticipation build in him as he waited.

  After the sixth stroke, I stepped back and studied the result of my first ever caning. I felt rather satisfied. His bottom was crisscrossed with stroke marks, each one red, angry and weeping. I was sure his bottom must have felt like it was on fire. ‘Very well, you can move now,’ I said eventually. His head sank down onto the bed and he reached back to clasp his burning cheeks in his hands, as if to hold the pain in.

  ‘Good,’ I said. I walked round to the top of the bed and used the end of my cane to lift his chin so he was looking straight into my eyes. I smiled. ‘I am your mistress now,’ I stated. He nodded, still held by my gaze. ‘I wonder which one is throbbing more, your bottom or your cock.’ He looked at me helplessly, but he didn’t say anything.

  I turned and started heading for the door, aware of his gaze on my bottom as I walked. Halfway across the floor I stopped and looked back over my shoulder. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow, for you to pleasure me. And if it isn’t as good as today, then I’ll cane you again.’ His eyes widened in fear. I grinned at him. ‘Hope you sleep well tonight. Think of me!’ Then I left.

  Back home I stripped off my dominatrix gear. I hid the cane, the boots and the bra back under the bed, and examined the panties. His semen had been slowly seeping from my body while I’d been busy punishing him, and it had soaked into them. I put them to one side to wash them, and opened my underwear drawer for a pair of my white knickers. As I pulled them on, the dominatrix vanished and I felt nice Antigone Driver, the girl next door, reappear.

  I put on the rest of my clothes. I supposed I should shower again – I could already feel the semen flowing out of me again, but I was rather enjoying it. As I finished getting dressed I hear a car pull into my driveway, and a minute later my Mum called a greeting from the front door.

  ‘Coming Mum,’ I called. I skipped down the stairs to say hello, and as I went I thought about Dean still lying on his bed, his world filled with the pain of his freshly caned bottom. I was looking forward to seeing him again the next day. And despite what I’d said to him, I was almost sure that I’d use the cane on him again, whether he satisfied me or not. For after all, that is what a dominatrix does, isn’t it.

  The End

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