Packing Heat: Femdom Strap-On Stories

The Birthday Present ^{by N.T. Morley}

Annie had always wanted to be submissive to another woman, preferably an older woman, to be tied or restrained and punished by her. She’d mentioned this a number of times to me as one of her most powerful recurring fantasies. She didn’t really consider herself bisexual, though, and had never slept with another woman, except for some youthful fumbling in sleeping bags, all of which was long since passed.

Annie and I had been sleeping together for about six months, playing around with SM and bondage and generally having great sex together. Her birthday was coming up, and I told her I wanted to buy her an hour with a dominatrix for her twenty-first birthday. Since Annie didn’t like to drink, and definitely never got drunk, it seemed like I should help her do something equally debauched on her this particular birthday.

Annie was a little nervous when I first suggested it, but was obviously very excited by the idea. “All right,” she finally said, “as long as you’ll be there to watch.”

I hadn’t really intended to be there while Annie experienced her first dominant woman. But the idea was too delicious to pass up. Annie was petite, with smallish breasts and a wonderful ass and great legs, and she looked fantastic in the ultra-short mini-skirts she liked to wear during our sex play. So I told her I would watch if she would wear the smallest miniskirt she had. She giggled and agreed to it.

We looked through the ads for professional dominants in the local sex paper, and Annie mused over what she wanted this dominant woman to do while we compared the advertised attributes of the dozens of dominants in the paper. Annie wanted a woman somewhat older than her, but not too much older—perhaps thirty would be about right. She definitely wanted to see a picture first, and not all the ads had photographs. She wanted someone who would talk dirty to her, in much the same way I talked dirty to her when we played with SM. But most importantly, she wanted me to do all the verbal negotiating with the dominant—Annie wanted to be left out until she was given over into the dominant woman’s hands. Nothing made her hotter than the idea of my telling someone what horrible things to do to her.

Together, we picked out a few likely candidates, and I started calling them.

Things only got more complicated when I started talking to the dominants. I was very up-front about the fact that I was buying my girlfriend a session for her birthday, and there were a million questions from the dominants. Did my girlfriend want to be penetrated with toys? Did she want to be fucked with a strap-on dildo? What level of pain did she like? What level of humiliation and dirty talk? Did she want to be kissed? The questions went on and on, and I could feel my cock growing hard as I pictured Annie submitting to these strong women. In the fantasy, of course, she was submitting against her will, but I knew that Annie wanted this as much as I did—probably much more, which is why it was an appropriate present for her.

Finally, we settled on “Mistress Aphrodite.” Annie’s comment on seeing Aphrodite’s picture was “God, she’s totally hot.” And she was, I had to agree, with long, cascading blonde hair, large breasts and pale skin. In the picture, she was wearing a low-cut patent-leather bustier, G-string, and thigh-high fishnets with high-heeled boots. Aphrodite and I negotiated on the phone out of Annie’s earshot, and the date was set—Annie’s twenty-first birthday, at 12:00 Noon.

We showed up ten minutes early to the Mistress Aphrodite’s dungeon. Annie had dressed to kill, wearing a tiny little miniskirt with a white garter belt and fishnet stockings, very virginal, and no panties. Her blouse was low-cut and showed the lacy top of her camisole. I couldn’t wait to see Mistress Aphrodite strip those clothes off my luscious young girlfriend. Annie and I made out in the car for a while waiting for the appointed time. I slipped my hand down Annie’s blouse to feel her nipples hardening, and up her skirt to feel how wet her pussy was getting in anticipation. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, telling me how she hoped the Mistress made her suck it. Still, she was trembling a little, obviously nervous despite her intense turn-on. I realized that we really shouldn’t be fooling around right outside this woman’s dungeon—it was likely to draw unwanted attention to her. We got out of the car, smoothing our clothes down.

One of Mistress Aphrodite’s assistants answered the door—a small young woman with reddish-brown hair wearing a tiny white sundress. She had a fantastic body and great legs, and a pretty face with full, kissable lips. She introduced herself as the Mistress’s apprentice, Miss Ginger, and asked us if it was all right if she assisted in the session—for no extra charge, of course. Annie looked a little nervous at first, but then she whispered in my ear that it’d be just fine, making it clear that the idea of having *two* women top her made her even hotter than one. But I realized that she wanted me to do all the negotiating.

“Of course that’d be fine,” I told Miss Ginger gruffly. “She’s such a little slut, she’ll love getting two for the price of one. She’s never done it with girls, you know!”

Miss Ginger played right along—this was just the kind of dirty-talk that never failed to turn Annie on when we were playing together.

“Oooooh, never played with girls?” cooed Miss Ginger. “A slut like this? But she’s so juicy. I know a million girls who would just love to get their hands on a darling like this!” Ginger playfully touched Annie’s light-brown hair—just a little, teasing and fluffing it. “Sure you’ve never played? Not even a little?”

Annie giggled as she blushed a deep red. “Just a little,” she whispered meekly, like a schoolgirl about to be punished.

I could see a physical response in Annie’s body—something about her posture told me without a doubt that we had started the scene already, and she was getting incredibly turned on right from the start.

“Well, Mistress Aphrodite is finishing up with another client—we’ll take our darling girl into the dungeon any minute. But first all that messy stuff about donation,” said Miss Ginger. “Let me make sure your girlfriend—Annie, was it?—Doesn’t try to get away. Have a seat, please, Miss.”

Annie obeyed, taking one of the waiting-room chairs. I saw that it had eyebolts drilled into the side, and Miss Ginger deftly produced a pair of handcuffs and quickly cuffed Annie’s wrists to the sides of the chair. Then she and I counted out the two hundred dollars I’d negotiated with Mistress Aphrodite for the one-hour session.

Then Ginger asked us to wait while she went in to the other room to see if Mistress Aphrodite was ready.

The door opened and Ginger led Annie into the Mistress’s dungeon.

The dungeon was packed with toys: an entire wall full of whips, canes, paddles, and straps, and another full wall of dildos, anal beads, butt-plugs, and other sorts of probes. There was a huge X-shaped cross and a tall, skinny cage, big enough for a person to stand in and still be at the mercy of anyone standing in front of the cage. There were also a number of padded tables and benches that were obviously made to tie someone to.

And Mistress Aphrodite was indeed as attractive in person as in her photograph. She had long, blonde hair and full breasts, and she was wearing a black patent-leather push-up bra that didn’t do much to hide those breasts. She had on a matching patent-leather mini-skirt, very short, and knee-high pointy-toed boots. She greeted us warmly and then turned to Annie.

“So this is the little slut who’s in need of punishment? The birthday girl who needs a spanking?”

Annie nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” she whispered meekly.

Mistress Aphrodite showed her pleasure with a smile. “She’s well-trained. Did you train this little slut?”

“I tried,” I said with a smirk. “But she needs a woman’s hand.”

“Of course,” laughed Mistress Aphrodite. “Ginger, help our naughty little slut into the restraints.” I saw with a little surprise that Miss Ginger had shed her sundress and was now clad only in a white patent-leather bra and panties, with high-heeled shoes. She made quite a pretty picture, especially as she led Annie over to a padded, leather-covered table with eyebolts in the sides and legs. Aphrodite looked over her wall of whips and paddles, and selected a light flogger to start with.

Ginger got Annie bent over the padded table, with her wrists cuffed to the sides and her legs fastened to the legs.

“Please,” said Mistress Aphrodite, addressing me, “If you’ll take a seat. Watch and learn.” She spoke with a haughty, even arrogant attitude.

I smiled—the attitude was part of the act, no doubt, and I was happy to give Annie over into the hands of this obviously competent woman. I sat down in the chair she indicated and watched as the two women got ready to work my girlfriend over.

“Oooh, look,” said Ginger as she lifted Annie’s skirt and stroked her bare pussy, “the little slut isn’t wearing any underwear!”

“Disgraceful,” sighed Mistress Aphrodite, following along with the script we had discussed on the phone. Annie moaned as Ginger slipped on a rubber glove and gently probed the tightness of her moistened cunt.

“And she’s wet!” said Ginger, as if scandalized. “Incredibly wet! Just dripping!”

Ginger pumped her fingers into Annie a few more times, bringing a gasp and moan from the writhing girl on the table. Then Mistress Aphrodite ordered Ginger to lift Annie’s skirt all the way so she could administer a proper whipping.

Ginger obeyed, and Annie’s punishment began.

Mistress Aphrodite started out slow, whipping Annie gently while her tolerance for pain rose. Every few strokes of the whip against Annie’s bare ass-cheeks, Aphrodite would lay one on her cunt—gently, but firmly enough to bring a yelp from Annie’s lips while Ginger cradled Annie’s head and ran her fingers through Annie’s hair. This was just the way Annie liked it when she and I played—a few strokes on her ass, then a few on her cunt, making her jump and moan. But Mistress Aphrodite was an expert, with years of experience to temper and guide her treatment of Annie’s dripping pussy.

The volume of Annie’s moans grew as the whipping continued. Mistress Aphrodite moved from flogger to strap and then to paddle, each time pausing to caress Annie’s pussy and slip a couple of gloved fingers into her so she could comment on how wet Annie was getting. My cock was hard on my pants, and I half wished that I could intrude on the scene and push my hard prick into Annie’s waiting pussy. But I didn’t want to spoil the scene between the three women, or cheat Annie out of her experience. So I sat there, my cock throbbing, as I watched Mistress Aphrodite, with Ginger’s help, strap on a huge dildo.

“Time to do something about that filthy wetness between your legs!” cooed Mistress Aphrodite as Ginger cinched the buckles on the strap-on harness.

Annie was a hopeless size queen, and loved big dildos inside her—I had told Mistress Aphrodite about this, and she was obviously working on the information I’d given her. The dildo she was about to put inside Annie was perhaps ten inches long and much thicker than any cock I’d seen in person—though Annie possessed a couple of that size or larger. Still, I didn’t doubt that it would test the capacity of Annie’s cunt.

Mistress Aphrodite moved up to press her hips against Annie’s wriggling butt. Ginger leaned down and put a condom over the dildo, then guided the thick head of the cock between Annie’s parted cunt-lips. Annie let out a gasp and then a moan of pleasure as Mistress Aphrodite penetrated her.

At first I thought it had been too much for Annie, and that her cry was one of pain. But it soon melded with a panting groan of unmistakable ecstasy, and as Mistress Aphrodite began to fuck her, Ginger up to the head of the table and began French-kissing Annie. Annie acceded hungrily, taking Ginger’s tongue into her mouth while Aphrodite plunged the dildo into her again and again. It wasn’t long before Annie was coming, moaning and squirming and pulling violently against the bonds as she shouted in orgasm.

The hour was just up as Aphrodite finished with Annie. But she let us go over a bit as she rubbed the dildo, slick with Annie’s cunt juices, all over Annie’s upper thighs. This only seemed to turn Annie on further. When our time was finally up, Ginger helped Annie straighten her clothes and Mistress Aphrodite thanked both of us. I led Annie to the car on unsteady legs. She seemed a little dazed, if not altogether stunned, and I was a little worried about her.

But that didn’t last long. As soon as we got to the car, before I could even get the ignition key in, Annie’s hand was reaching for me, rubbing my crotch, getting me hard again.

“Happy birthday,” I sighed as she unzipped my pants and lowered her face to my crotch. How surprising that I was the one who got the real present.