Femdom Between Friends Ch. 01

"Oh God Jack... wow," she said, looking down again. She was silent for a minute and time seemed to be standing still. Finally she began to speak in a nervous voice.

"Ever since I was a little girl I've been fascinated by scenes in movies of guys getting whipped," she said slowly. "Like in Westerns... I mean, it started when I was really young and I didn't understand the feeling it gave me... I would get these butterflies in my stomach, and later... it started to turn me on."

"I've never figured out why it affects me like that," she went on, "it's not like I hate men or anything, it's just... it's just something about seeing a strong man tied up and helpless, and... being hurt. You must think I'm really sick... I don't know what's wrong with me."

I took her chin in my hand and raised her head up to look at me and I saw her eyes were tearing up a little. I touched her face and said, "You're no more sick than I am Karen, because I want that... I want to be whipped."

"For real? You'd want me to do that?"

"Yes I would... I'm really turned on by whipping scenes too, and I always want to be the one tied up and getting it. Only by a woman though -- I'm sure it's something screwed up about how I relate to women. I think it's also just wanting to give up control and be taken over... you know, escaping from everything else."

"Jack, I don't know," she said, taking my hands again... "I've never actually whipped anyone but I've thought about it for so long... I don't know why I have these thoughts, why it excites me... but it would be hard for me to hurt you."

"You can try it with me Karen, and find out if you like doing it for real... but I have conditions."

"Tell me your conditions."

"That you start off going easy on me and do it harder gradually. And that you really mean it when you say it would excite you. That's what it would all be about for me, feeling you hurting me and knowing it was turning you on."

"Yes and yes to your conditions Jack. I'm so turned on about it right now. Of course I can go easy to start, but... how hard should it end up?"

"Oh... if you take it slow at first and let me get into subspace... you know that word?"

She nodded yes.

"You could end up doing it really hard... I mean, nothing that would break the skin, no permanent marks... but you could whip me pretty hard if you wanted to."

"Oh God," she said again. She looked at me with a faraway look in her eyes, and I knew she wanted to. What was I getting myself into?

"Karen," I went on, "true confession... I went to a pro dominatrix once to see what a whipping felt like and I found... uh, I found out I could kind of enjoy pain. I got off being whipped on my ass and the tops of my thighs, close to the groin. I did some reading and I found out that's because the nerves from those places run alongside nerves from the genitals, so the pain and pleasure get mixed."

"Wow, you've done more homework than me," she said with a smile. "And you went to see a pro? Did it cost a lot?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't really that great because she was into that typical mean dominatrix role. She kept falling into that thing of insulting me, making fun of me like she hated me, and that turned me off."

"Jack, you're like, way ahead of me with this," she said, taking my hands in hers again, "I feel like I'm going down a rabbit hole. I don't know if I can do this, I think I want to try... but what if I get really into it and go too far? We should have a safe word in case it gets too crazy, I want to feel sure whatever I'm doing is okay, that you can stop me if you have to."

"We can use the good old red means stop, yellow means keep doing what you're doing but just dial it back some. Is that okay?"

"Yes... that's okay."

"Good, that means I can cry and beg for you to stop and you can ignore it unless you hear the safe word," I said, smiling.

"Oh... that would be hot! Okay, you got it," she said breathlessly, "but you really won't think I'm too weird if I do this?"

"No Karen," I told her, "as long as you don't think I'm too weird for wanting you to."

"Oh no Jack, I don't at all. I just can't believe we're talking about this... I never thought I would actually do this, it's going to feel so awkward... but you'll help me go through with it? God, it sounds so weird me asking you to help me hurt you!"

"You really want to try it though, right?"

"I think so... I do if you do."

"And you really mean it that whipping me would excite you, right? I don't want it to be like you're punishing me for something bad I did, I just want you to be doing it because it excites you, and I'm letting you do it because I want to please you... that's what I mean by real."

"Yes Jack, it would be real just like that."

"The fantasy I've always had," I went on, "is that you're nice to me about it. I know that sounds funny but I mean... feeling that you like me, you're grateful to me for letting you hurt me because you enjoy it so much. You're even a little apologetic about it, always in my fantasy the woman says something like, 'I'm sorry about how much this is going to hurt, but I really want to do it.'"

"Karen," I added, "I don't mean to be topping from the bottom, like it's called, but that's what really excites me."

"That's all right Jack, everything you're telling me fits in with how I've thought about it, everything! I've read about Loving Dommes and I think that's what you're talking about, and that's what I'd want to be. In my fantasies I think about... loving you for letting me do these things to you."

"Karen... I think we really want the same thing."

"I'm thinking that too Jack."

"There's more."

She brought her hands up to my face and pulled me to her, whispering, "Tell me."

"If you want," I said, screwing up my courage once more, "you can whip my cock."

Karen pulled back, her eyes wide as she looked at me. "Are you serious? Oh God, wouldn't that really hurt?"

"Yes, but it would be a real pain and pleasure thing. You'd have to... make me hard so you could whip it. I come back to that in my fantasies a lot, a woman making my cock hard, and it would feel so good but I'd know she was only getting it ready to be whipped, it's like I love that conflict."

"Jack... that is so hot... I can hardly breathe," she said, her face getting flushed.

"And I'm hard as a rock," I said, taking her hands and bringing them down to my bulging crotch again. "Oh wow, I guess you really do want this," she said, squeezing the raging erection under my jeans.

"Jeez, my head's spinning thinking about whipping your cock, I never thought of that before. I'm getting wet Jack... God, are we a couple of perverts or what?"

"Nothing wrong with being perverts, I love that all this excites you Karen," I said. Then I smiled and added, "I can't wait to see how wet you are."

She put her arms around me and again we kissed passionately. Then she whispered in my ear again, "You'll see how wet I am soon Jack, I promise you're going to know up close and personal," she said.

"Mmm, that sounds good. Why don't we have one more glass of wine and then we can... start."

"Okay," she said quickly. "I'm ready if you are... I think."

I poured the rest of the wine into our glasses and raised mine for a toast. "Here's to safe spaces," I said, and our glasses clinked.

"And to weird fantasies," she said.

Sitting next to this woman that I liked so much and wanted so badly, knowing that she was about to take control of me and have her way with me... and hurt me... had me floating on air. I'm sure I'll never have a better tasting glass of wine... not that I can remember what it tasted like.

"This is amazing," Karen said after draining her glass, "learning all this about each other and getting ready to do crazy things for the first time after working together for so long."

"Yes... and I love this moment right now, when we haven't done anything yet but we both have an idea pf what's going to happen," I said. "This will only come around once! And Karen, these might be crazy things, but for whatever reason they're what we both want."

"Well, I have no idea what made me want to be such a bitch," she said with a laugh, "but you know, I never thought I would feel so much... emotion along with it, I mean the connection to you I'm feeling now."

"Me too," I said, "but the thing is, we already liked each other and now we've let out our deepest secrets, and wow, we found out we not only accept each other but we like these things about each other, so that's a pretty intense connection."

She touched my face and said, "I never thought this could happen."

"I didn't either," I said, "And I sure never thought it would happen with you."

We looked at each other quietly and the electricity in the room was incredible, I think we could both see the near-bursting anticipation... and pure lust... in each other's eyes.

"Karen," I said, "I think we're postponing the inevitable," and we both laughed nervously.

"Yes, we are Jack," she said, "but now I'm wondering... what am I going to whip you with?"

I put my glass down and stood up, unbuckled my leather belt and drew it out of my jeans. "This will work if you double it over like this," I said, handing it to her.

She took it, and grasping the doubled over ends while looking straight at me she gave it a snap. The sound nearly made my heart stop, and along with her crooked grin I thought I saw a hint of cruelty in her eyes.

"Why don't you keep going," she said.

"Keep going?"

"Take your clothes off in front of me Jack. All of them."

Although she still sounded a little hesitant, hearing her order me to do something for the first time was amazing... this was really going to happen!

"Karen, just one more question... after you do whatever you want to do to me... can I cum? I'm not exactly into orgasm denial, and the way I'm feeling right now I think I'll go absolutely crazy if I don't cum at the end. Will that work for you?"

"Of course Jack. How would you like to cum? Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

"Oh God, I would love that."

"You can cum in my mouth if you want Jack, but I'll have a condition of my own for that."

"What condition?"

She thought for a minute. "It'll be a surprise."

I paused for just a second and said, "Okay."

"Now move that coffee table out of the way Jack, I want you to take your clothes off while I watch," she said, sitting back on the sofa.

I moved the coffee table off to the side and stood directly in front of her. As I unbuttoned my shirt I saw that my hands were shaking a little... I couldn't believe this was really about to happen. I took off my shirt and tossed it aside, and then I unzipped my jeans and lowered them to the floor, stepping out of them and then removing my socks.

All that was left now was my underwear, and Karen's eyes were fixed directly on my crotch as I pulled them down and my hard cock sprang out. I stood before her, and it surprised me how degraded I felt presenting myself naked to my fully dressed colleague. I basked in the feeling.

She looked up at me. "Your face is red Jack," she said. "Are you embarrassed?"

"It's a humiliating feeling," I said.

"Do you like that feeling?"

"Yes."

"I think I like seeing you feel humiliated. Please get down on your knees Jack," she said, looking up at me, "and clasp your hands behind your neck. And I'd like you to not look at me, keep your eyes down."

I went down to my knees looking downward, overwhelmed with anticipation. As I knelt before her, my hands behind my neck and my cock standing straight out, she slowly took her socks off and then put her right foot on my cock, stroking it up and down with her toes.

"This is mine now, isn't it Jack," she said, the hesitation now gone from her voice.

"Yes Karen."

"I want to hear you say your cock is mine," she said, as she continued to rub her foot on it.

"My cock is yours Karen."

"Mm-hmm," she said, "now take my foot in your hands and bring it up to your mouth. I want you to lick and suck my toes, each one. I want to feel your tongue in between my toes Jack."

I took hold of her foot and opened my mouth to begin sucking her toes, licking them, taking each one into my mouth and running my tongue in between them.

"Mmm, that feels good Baby. Now the other foot please," she said, lowering her right leg and bringing up her left.

As I worked on her left foot she said, "I'm going to use you now Jack, I'm going to use you in a lot of ways. And I'm sorry but I want to hurt you."

"I know Karen," I said.

"I want to hear you say I can do anything I want to you."

"You can do anything you want to me Karen."

"Tell me your body is mine to use any way I want Jack."

"My body is yours Karen, you can use it any way you want."

She brought her foot down and stood up, my belt still in her hands. "I'm going to whip you now Jack. I'm going to whip you with your own belt, and I'm sorry but I'm afraid it's going to have to go on for a while."

"I know Baby... it's okay," I said, still on my knees, "but, uh... we started out talking about tying me up, but we don't have any rope."

"Oh, I thought about that Jack and I have a solution!" she said brightly, putting my belt down on the sofa and scampering off, returning a minute later with one of those red plastic packing tape dispensers. "This will work," she said with a smile.

"Yes, I think it will." Again I saw that hint of cruelty.

"Stand up please Jack," she said. When I stood up she took me by the arm and led me over to a cushioned chair, positioning me to face the back of it.

"I want you to lie down over the back of this chair and take hold of the arms." She put her hand on my back and gently pushed as I bent at the waist and folded myself over it, grasping the wooden arms in my hands.

She walked to the front of the chair and bent down to begin wrapping the clear packing tape around each of my wrists, securing my hands to the chair's arms. When she was finished she walked back around behind me.

"Jack, spread your legs so each of your feet is against the back legs of the chair." I complied, and she knelt down to wrap tape around each ankle.

Finally she stood up and said, "There... Oh God Jack, I love seeing you this way. I don't think you're going anywhere for a while."

"I don't think so either," I said, testing my bindings. I was tightly bound, my hard cock pressed against the back of the chair, my legs spread and my ass up and out for Karen to do her worst. I stared at the chair's cushion inches below my face, knowing I was about to get beaten.... maybe beaten long and hard.

Karen went back to the sofa to pick up my belt and walked to the front of the chair. I raised my head and all I could see were her legs and the belt hanging down by her side. She reached down with her left hand and stroked my hair.

"Are you really sure about this Jack? I guess this is your last chance," she said.

"I'm sure Karen," I replied. "You can start."

"Okay," she said quietly. "I'll start out slow like you asked."

I lowered my head as she walked behind me. She put her left hand on my ass and said, "I'm so turned on seeing you like this. I can't believe I'm really going to whip someone and it's going to be you, Jack."

Her hand left me and she stepped back. There was a pause while I guessed she was measuring her distance, and then the first blow came. It wasn't too hard, but as she continued striking me again and again a warm stinging heat began to grow.

She was working her way down over my ass, not hitting the same spot twice. After about ten minutes of this she stopped and put a hand on my back.

"Is this okay? Should I start doing it harder now?"

"Yes, that's fine Karen."

"I have to tell you Jack... I like doing this."

"I'm glad you do, I like it too."

"Oh God, this is so wild," she said, "I'm so turned on really whipping someone... well, I'm sorry Jack but this will start hurting more."

She began whipping me harder, starting at the top of my ass again and working down. It was hurting a lot and the pain began to take me away. There was a sexual jolt each time she struck me as I moved my hips to her rhythm, jamming my hard cock against the back of the chair.

After another ten minutes of this I was grunting with each blow and she showed no signs of stopping. She started on my ass again, swinging the belt even harder, and I wondered how hard she was capable of hitting me. I could hear her breathing becoming harder and faster, either from exertion or excitement. Probably both.

Finally she stopped. "I'm not through yet but I'm going to give you a little break Jack," she said. She ran a hand over my ass, saying "You're getting pretty red back here. Are you still okay?"

"I'm okay Karen," I said, "are you still enjoying this?"

She came around in front of me and bent down to stroke my hair. "It's really exciting me Jack," she whispered in my ear, "I can't believe how much it's turning me on, it's making me dizzy. But I'm so sorry to be hurting you Sweetheart, I know I was hitting you pretty hard. Are you getting off on it?"

"It hurts but it's okay Karen," I said, "it's good, and I'm getting off."

"God, I'm so wet Jack... I'm going to take off my jeans before I soak through them."

I heard the sound of her taking off her jeans and I wished that I could see this. Not being able to made me feel more degraded, like I had no right to see her body... the only thing I was entitled to was to be a body for her to whip.

After they were off she walked back up to me and pressed herself against my bound left leg, spreading her legs a little so that my thigh was in between hers. I could feel the warm wetness of her sex through her panties and my cock was so hard it was hurting.

Then she put her hand on my ass and trailed her fingers slowly down my crack, finally coming to my cock and balls. When she touched my cock for the first time I thought I might explode, but after a minute she brought her fingers back up, this time pushing them in deeper between my cheeks.

"This is mine too, isn't it Jack? Tell me it is."

"My ass is yours Karen, you can do whatever you want with it." I said as her fingers wriggled closer to my asshole.

"Are you sure? Do you have any idea what I might want to do back here Baby?"

"I can guess," I said. "Do you know what pegging is Karen?"

"Oh yes," she said with a giggle, "I covered that in my homework too. Would you like me to do that to you?"

"Yes, if it's something you want to do."

"Jack... yes, I've fantasized about fucking a man's ass... I've never done it before but I'd like to try," she said. "I want to get one of those strap-on things. Not too big... at least to start," she said, mischievously.

"That would be good... I'm a virgin back there."

"Mmm, I like that. But you won't be for long."

Her hand left me and she walked away. A moment later I could hear her opening her luggage and it sounded like she was getting something out. Then she came back to me and I heard a plastic bottle being opened.

Then I felt her fingers covered in a cold lotion slip between my ass and find my asshole, and I knew I was about to be explored where I'd never been before. She rubbed the cream on me and then pushed a finger in... her middle finger, I guessed. I moaned.

"How does that feel Baby," she asked.

"That feels good Karen," I said, feeling like a piece of meat.

"Let's see how two fingers feel, okay?"

I felt full as she slowly pushed two fingers into me, deeper and deeper until I could feel her knuckles against my ass.

"Do you like that Jack?"

"Yes Baby. I can't wait for you to fuck me with that strap-on."

"Mmm, I can't wait either. You're so tight back here." She withdrew her fingers slightly and pushed them right back in, slowly fucking my ass with her fingers as I grunted like an animal in time to her rhythm.