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Femdom Confessions (Dr. Jane Foxx)


Femdom Confessions by Dr. Jane Foxx

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Sylvia Wilmont liked men, as long as they were submissive, obedient, and prepared to provide her with the pleasure she desired – which never involved anything they might want to do with their male parts. Bruce was the perfect submissive for her, and she provided almost everything he believed he had always wanted. He was less certain about it when he found out that Sylvia’s friends intended to make a film of their activities, and even less sure when they suggested that those male bits might need some painful torment for the amusement of the dominant ladies.

At the same time, another dominant woman has an interest in Bruce, and Sylvia also has another young man to keep her amused. Just to complicate matters further, there is yet another young woman with more than mild dominant tendencies, and the delivery driver who is so shy that he can barely speak to a woman, let alone reveal his submissive desires. Perhaps it will all work out in the end, or perhaps it will all go horribly wrong…

Product type: EBook    Published by: Strict Publishing Intl.    Published: 6 / 2015

No. words: 30000

Style: Fem Dom - F/M, Sex Slavery / Training

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Instead of allowing me immediate facial access to her resplendent feminine treasures – as had always been the practice – my Mistress ordered me to completely disrobe. That was certainly a surprising first! During the month I had known her, the lovely Sylvia Wilmont had never taken any interest in seeing my naked body, but, after she had spoken with her friend, Dr. Jane Foxx, and after the two women had also exchanged a few emails, things changed for me very dramatically.
I will explain:
In the confines of her luxurious, sweet-smelling boudoir, Sylvia led me to a sturdy, wooden, man-sized X that had recently been rigidly installed on one of the walls. I could see that eyebolts had been imbedded in each of the four arms of the X, and that was where each of my extremities was soon being restrained.
I could not move, not at all! This was especially true when a thick belt coming from the center of the X was fastened around my waist. It felt as though I was a veritable prisoner of the lovely Miss Wilmont, and I must admit that the moment was surprising but also quite exciting.
Of course, I wanted to ask a hundred different questions regarding this totally unfamiliar procedure, but at that particular moment my addled male mind was having great difficulty in trying to form the exact words to use. I must have looked completely befuddled to my lovely Mistress. My lips moved, but no sounds came forth. In return, all the lovely lady did was smile very sweetly in my direction. It was as if she was privy to some tantalizing secret, soon to be revealed.
The reason for this developing incident became even more clouded in my troubled mind when Sylvia Wilmont began to disrobe. Yes, she did it right there in front of me – which she had never done before – and I was allowed to watch as the lovely lady slowly unbuttoned her frilly white blouse, wriggling her smooth shoulders free of it.
A moment later, she had pushed her tight-fitting Capri pants down from her hips, and had stooped to retrieve them from the carpeted floor. When the lovely Sylvia Wilmont was bent over, I thought certainly that at any moment her burgeoning breasts were going to make a daring escape from that straining brassiere she was wearing. At any rate, the lovely lady’s irresistible, sexy smile and her arousing actions certainly had my undivided attention, which, of course, led to an undeniable erection forming, and Sylvia Wilmont immediately noted it and commented.
“Ah!” my Mistress announced. “I see what’s happening down here. Your masculine emotions seem to be getting the better of you, Brucey-poo.”
With that exclamation, for the first time in my continuing, very close association with the lovely lady, one of her dainty hands immediately moved to grasp at my projected cock. The fresh, unfamiliar, sensation seemed to jar my mind and my entire body.
“That’s quite a handful you have going for yourself, Brucey-poo,” my Mistress hissed directly into my face. “Have you been stroking it on occasion, ever since I’ve known you?”
“I’ve – I’ve done it every – every time, after we’ve – we’ve been together,” I replied rather nervously.
“Really?” Sylvia responded. “That often? I never actually gave the possibility much thought, but now I can see how it could become a veritable, all-consuming habit with you.”
“I – I didn’t think you might object to whatever I did after I left you, Mistress,” I answered, still greatly confused by the lovely lady’s sudden interest in what I might be doing by myself whenever we were apart.
But, truthfully, I was even more concerned by her overly tight grip on my ultra-responsive, male flesh. Sylvia Wilmont’s grasp felt extremely ill mannered and even a bit painful, I had to admit to myself.
But the pain was nothing to the jarring reality I felt when the lovely lady’s other hand suddenly grasped at my highly sensitive testicles. I never imagined such a tenacious grip, especially from such a refined lady.
“Something is certainly amiss,” I thought to myself. “Why is she treating me like this?” And the answer came as I heard her rollicking laughter.
“This is a just a small test, Brucey-poo, to see how would react to a bit of CBT. Dr. Foxx refers to this type of treatment as “cock and ball torture”. I think that spells it out very clearly. Also, the dear lady was wondering if we could tape some CBT this weekend, as we’re all working to make this the finest FEMDOM production possible. Would you be totally cooperative with me, do you think?”
The question was asked as I struggled to endure the personal pressures the determined Sylvia Wilmont was still forcing on me. I did the best I could to answer by slightly nodding my head.
It was all the response I could muster under such dire circumstances.
I had known of such intense experiences, of course. Dr. Foxx had written about various CBT scenes in each one of her marvelously-exciting FEMDOM books, but it was one thing for me to be reading about such happenings, and quite another to personally feel the effects that such a lovely, determined female could cause in a male like me.
What greatly helped to make the painful experience more bearable was that I knew Sylvia Wilmont was uniquely excited by her own punishing effort. Her enjoyment in causing my overall discomfort was quite clear, and so, as a submissive, I was better able to endure it all for her growing satisfaction. There was no question about that.
And how long did that punishing interlude last, one might wonder?
Actually, it was no more than ten or fifteen minutes, during that first time. By that, I mean that after the lovely lady had satisfied her initial curiosity regarding CBT, she backed away to sit in her comfy bedroom chair and, while still studying my reaction from a distance as I watched her, she placed a phone call on her cell phone.
“Jane!” Sylvia finally said into the receiver. “Yes, it’s Sylvia. Sylvia Wilmont. How are you? Splendid! Listen, darling, I just tried a small bit of CBT on Bruce Barker, as you suggested, and it was quite illuminating. Ha ha! Yes, I never realized how much fun such activity could be for a lady in acting as a blatant aggressor. Yes! Yes, I’m sure we could add a bit of CBT to the tape we’ve been planning! I think you could depend on it.”
At this point in my Mistress’s phone conversation with Dr. Foxx, Sylvia swiveled her chair away, turning her back as if she did not want me to understand any more of what might be said between the two women. However, I thought the actual substance of their brief talk had already been made quite clear.
A few moments later, the bedroom chair was re-swiveled in my direction, and I heard Sylvia saying, “Yes, Jane, I’ll see you and Marianne bright and early Saturday morning. What fun it will be! Bye for now.
“Well, Brucey-poo, you’ve made a grand impression,” my Mistress told me, “and I can promise that your silly testicles will have a starring role in the tape we’re planning for this weekend. Won’t that be nice?”
It was a question that did not need a verbal answer from me, I was certain. So I just barely nodded my head in response, and gritted my teeth from the residual effect of the CBT I had just suffered.
However, Sylvia was not quite through tormenting me, I was to discover.
Almost immediately, she rose from her bedroom chair to re-grip my genitals with both hands, this time pulling upward in order to force me to my toes, while informing me, “Yes, I’m quite sure this sort of treatment will lead to a very interesting weekend for both of us. Don’t you agree? Ha ha!”
When I merely grimaced in reply, my Mistress uttered, “You poor baby! Would you rather treat me to some of the more usual fare on our schedule? I could release you from your restraints, and you might find it more fun to be down on your knees in front of me. Would you like that?”
There was no doubt regarding the latter, at least in mind, and I was exceedingly grateful when Sylvia Wilmont did exactly as she had suggested. My extremities were unfastened from that large X on the wall and, after my wrists were tied behind my back, I was made to assume an ideal pose for yet another round of cunnilingus with her.
This humbling but painless position was certainly more to my liking, of course. Ever since I had known my Mistress, I had come to absolutely adore the act of satisfying her in this manner. Also, it seemed to gratify the deep longing inside me to be able to fulfill my personal needs as a male submissive. In truth, I felt extremely fortunate to be able to perform, especially with a woman whom I felt was as lovely and, therefore, totally deserving as Miss Sylvia Wilmont.
There was one other personal note I wish to make concerning this incident. As we came together – after the rude, unexpected treatment of my genitals by the lovely lady – I could not help noticing that she seemed much more heated and demanding than at any time previously. Sylvia’s movements seemed stronger, sharper, more clearly defined, and her breathing was much louder throughout. Thus, it did not take very long for the lovely lady to reach her orgasmic peak, and before I even realized it, my Mistress was quaking in rapturous bliss as I had never heard her before.
It was quite gratifying in my mind to have been so successful in bringing the lovely lady to such lofty, emotional heights. But still, Sylvia did not stop there. We continued on, until another powerful orgasm had fully overcome her, and her emotional reserve finally seemed to be spent.
Meanwhile, my poor lower face felt even more battered than usual. It was as if all my staying power had been totally used up by the lovely lady. But, even more importantly, I felt that she was more content by my actions than any determined woman ever could be.
I also noticed that Sylvia’s recovery to normal was much slower than usual, but she seemed to be more greatly pleased by the overall result of our opposing efforts. Over time, I took this to mean that the inclusion of CBT on our schedule had brought out a deeper sense of emotional values for my Mistress, and that I could expect more of such personal torture in the future, painful as any of it might be for me, or any man to endure.


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