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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.
Although the sexual domination of men by women is enjoyed today
by thousands of couples, it is not a modern conception but a
sexual variation with a history thousands of years old. Many
people erroneously believe that the practice involves some kind
of slavery, or special salutations, or special costuming. In
reality, the only important ingredient is the important
ingredient in any relationship: a good match of personalities and
sexualities. All else is often more hindrance than help.
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at exeunt2000@yahoo.com
A Helping Hand
by Katherine T.
Riding an escalator in a crowded department store is a silly
way to meet old acquaintances, since you may be going down while
the other person is going up, and the escalator relentlessly
keeps you moving in opposite directions. But that is exactly what
happened one Saturday afternoon as Barbara Weston and I suddenly
recognized each other halfway down (or up) the escalator. We
cried out, almost grabbed each other, then thought better of
that, and Barbara was good enough to travel all the way up and
then down again so that we could talk to each other after a lapse
of nearly five years. Before long we drifted to a coffeeshop on
the main floor and sat in a booth and talked. We had worked in
middle management positions for the same firm a number of years,
and then Barbara had married and left town, and now she was back.
She was now with a management consulting group, and she was
evidently doing quite well. Her husband was an attorney in the
local office of an international corporation. As for myself, I
was (and still am) a public relations specialist, except that now
I work only as an independent contractor.
"You look wonderful," Barbara said. She was in her mid-
thirties, a few years younger than me, with lovely shoulder-
length auburn hair and a bright smile. As a committed bisexual
(out to certain people only), I'm always physically interested in
women, but Barbara was straight and married and we had never been
more than casual acquaintances. But I looked. She was something
to look at, with a lovely face, full lips painted scarlet, and a
generous bust. Looking is harmless; you can always entertain your
libido by just looking.
"And you look wonderful too," I replied. I'd always liked
her, and it was pleasant talking to her again. We gossiped about
this and that, and soon the conversation drifted to personal
circumstances. Her marriage was still intact but they had no
children yet. As for me, I was still unmarried (after an earlier
divorce), and I intended to remain that way. I lived alone and I
enjoyed it. I had several ongoing relationships, lovers of both
sexes, but there was still no one I would care to have as a
permanent partner.
"Good for you," Barbara said, when she learned I was alone
and happy that way. But I suspected she was merely being polite.
Most married women think unmarried women are unfortunate
creatures, and I did not know Barbara well enough to know if she
thought otherwise. But then she added: "Sometimes I wish I were
single again. Marriage is not all roses, you know."
I shrugged. "It never is, is it?" I was hardly surprised. I
was aware of too many marriages, including my own early marriage,
that went nowhere except downhill. Barbara evidently needed to
talk about her problems.
And so she began talking. I think if we had known each other
better she might not have said so much. But since we were only
casual acquaintances, maybe she felt more comfortable talking to
me rather than to a close friend. I'm a good listener, and I
listened. I've always thought trouble in marriage, as in any
intimate relationship, is caused by money or sex or both, and in
Barbara's case, as she revealed the details, the problem was
apparently sex.
"It's good for me when it happens," she said, "but for
Gordon it seems not to be the right kind."
"Is he gay?" I had never met him and knew hardly anything
about him.
"No, definitely not. He's not interested in men."
"Then what do you mean by not the right kind of sex?"
Barbara sighed. "Gordon has confessed to me that he's been
seeing a dominatrix twice a month and he's been doing it for
nearly a year. Now that we're back in Chicago, he intends to find
one here and start up again. He says he considers it
psychotherapy. He says there wasn't any real sex with the other
woman, and there won't be any real sex with her replacement. He
says he loves me and he doesn't want our marriage to end. What in
the world do I do with this?"
"Do you love him?"
"Yes I do. Very much. Do you know anything about this sort
of thing?"
I had a choice at that point. I might have said I knew
nothing about it and suggested she see a marriage counselor.
Instead I revealed more about myself than I probably should have,
although later events proved that I did the right thing.
"Yes, I know something about it," I said.
"You do?"
And I told her. My early first (and only) marriage had ended
in divorce because my husband turned out to be a submissive who
required a sexually dominant woman, and at that time I was not
willing to play that role, at least not the way he wanted the
role played. I became willing toward the end of the marriage, but
by that time it was too late and I wanted the marriage to end.
After that, in all my relationships with men, I was sexually
dominant, sometimes in an extreme way. And the same was true in
my relationships with women.
By this time, Barbara was sitting upright with her eyes wide
open. "You're bisexual?"
"Definitely bisexual."
"Oh my."
I had to smile. "It happens, Barbara. It's not a fatal or
contagious disease and I do enjoy it."
She gave a short giggle. "I'm just surprised, that's all."
"So now you've met one. We're human, you see."
She extended her hand across the table and touched my wrist.
"Oh, that's not it, Katherine. My sister's as gay as a lark.
She's an out-of-the-closet dyke and I love her dearly."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Really?"
"Definitely really. Now tell me, what do you think I should
do about Gordon?"
"Do you want ideas?"
"I certainly do."
And that was how my involvement in the marriage of Barbara
and Gordon Weston began.
* * *
One evening, a few weeks later, Barbara came to my apartment
as planned. After she settled down with a glass of wine, she
expressed her uncertainty.
"I don't know if I can go through with this," she said.
"What if I can't do it?"
"Which part? Tonight or all of it?"
"All of it, of course. I think I can get through tonight.
Although watching you and maybe doing something with a strange
man is wilder than anything I've ever done, I suppose I can
manage it. But I don't know about the rest of it. I don't know if
I can change the way I am with Gordon."
I tried to reassure her. I understood her qualms. "Let's
take it one step at a time. Let's see what happens tonight, and
then we'll talk about what happens afterward."
"Are you sure this Eldon of yours expects me to be here?"
"Oh yes."
Eldon was one of my lovers. When I'd presented to him the
idea of Barbara joining us for an evening, he hadn't said yes or
no. Eldon always agreed to anything I wanted, and in any case he
thought Barbara was a domme like myself, and the idea of being
under the control of two women at the same time excited him
tremendously. Eldon had been one of my subs for nearly two years
now. He was a successful stock broker, with a wife, a family, and
a large house in Lake Forest -- and a liking for serious
degradation. I would play with him relatively gently this evening
in order not to shock Barbara too much, play with him at least
enough so that she could learn a few things. After that we'd see
what she might want to do with him. Of course she was nervous.
I'd been nervous the first time also, lucky to have the help of
an experienced woman friend. It's not easy for a woman to change
her attitudes about herself, and her attitudes about men, not
easy to play an empress who could have any sexual whim she liked
satisfied immediately. Any sexual whim, no matter how impossible
it might have previously seemed.
As I had advised Barbara, when Eldon arrived, she remained
seated in her chair and said nothing.
"Eldon, this is Barbara," I said.
She merely nodded. Eldon looked at her once and then looked
away. He was in his mid-forties, physically fit, short greying
hair, and of average height. He was naturally hairy, but I'd made
him shave his chest and pubes; how he'd explained that to his
wife, I have no idea. Our relationship was simple: we saw each
other two or three times a month in my apartment, Eldon would
serve me sexually any way I wished for three or four hours, and
then he would shower and drive home to Lake Forest. There was no
business arrangement, no payment of any kind. I've never been a
professional, I have no interest in that. I liked Eldon, but as a
sexual toy. He knew it was never more than that, and he was
satisfied. What he wanted from me was an opportunity to serve a
woman completely, and I gave him that opportunity. He had once
shown me a photograph of his wife. She seemed like an ordinary
attractive upper middle-class suburban woman, the type of woman
who might be completely crushed had she known what went on
between her husband and myself. Everyone has their secrets, and I
was Eldon's secret. If I ordered him to use his mouth and tongue
on my anus, he would gladly spend a greedy hour doing it; as for
his wife, he had admitted to me that he'd never had his face
within a foot of her buttocks. People are chained by their
attitudes.
One of the rules with Eldon was that he never spoke in my
presence unless I requested it or unless he wanted to leave. He
did not speak now. Instead, when I ordered it, he methodically
removed his clothes, piled everything neatly on a hardwood chair
against the wall, and stood there naked and waiting. His chest
and genitals were shaved smooth and completely devoid of hair,
his cock dangling in a half-erection.
Barbara was already in a state of mild shock as she sat
silently and looked at him. But I could also see the interest in
her eyes, the mild excitement as she gazed at his naked body. He
was standing not more than a few feet directly in front of her.
He had a good body, well-toned by physical exercise, firm muscles
in his arms and thighs, and he was also well-hung. A large cock
and heavy balls might not matter to a woman under a blanket in
the dark of a bedroom, but it does matter when the man is to be
looked at. Eldon's generous endowments were one reason I was not
yet bored with him. Large cocks are simply more fun to play with.
"Turn around," I said. And when he did so, I moved closer
and stroked his buttocks, then pried them open to show Barbara
his anus. "Bend over," I said gently. And as he bent forward, I
reached underneath to take hold of his balls and lift them into
the crack of his ass.
I heard Barbara exhale in a hiss. She had probably never
seen her husband like this, bent over with his scrotum held from
behind and stretched upward. I released his balls and told him to
remain as he was. I took up the anal plug from a side table where
I'd prepared it, lubricated the business end with K-Y jelly,
returned to Eldon and carefully worked the plug into Eldon's anus
in front of Barbara's transfixed eyes.
"All right, stand straight," I said. And Eldon immediately
did so. He was my toy, my automaton. If I ordered him to kneel
and open his mouth while I urinated into it, he would do that
without hesitation -- and he had done exactly that many times.
But Barbara was not ready for anything so extreme, and she might
not ever be ready for it.
There are no scripts in my sexual life. I don't like playing
with scripts. The operating motif is control, not play-acting.
Eldon had an erection now. I made him turn and face Barbara
so she could see what he had. She glanced at me, one eyebrow
raised, and it was obvious she was impressed. Her face was
flushed. She was excited, in full excitement now.
"Go on," I said to her, while pushing Eldon toward her.
"Squeeze his balls, if you like. Pinch his cock."
His cock was what she wanted. She couldn't resist all that
male meat. The large head looked swollen, almost purplish in
color. He was aroused to a maximum, the tip of penis leaking
steadily. Barbara ran both hands over his cock and balls, feeling
the weight of his testicles, gripping his penis to test its
girth. He was thick, all right. I learned later she had never had
a cock this size in her hands. She was not that experienced. Two
lovers before her husband. Fun and games in high school in the
back seats of cars. Hurried fucking in dormitory rooms in
college. And then the deadening sexual routine of marriage. The
ordinary woman has so little opportunity to explore the depths of
her sexuality.
I began undressing. I never wear domme costumes. I hate
them. I have no use for men who need such devices. Costumes are
for actors, not for reality. I stripped myself naked while
Barbara amused herself with Eldon's cock and balls, and then I
urged Barbara to do the same. "I want him to suck you," I told
Barbara. "He's very good at that. He has a skilled mouth."
I also wanted to see her naked. I was in fact more
interested in Barbara now than in Eldon. I could have my male-toy
anytime; Barbara was new and still untouched.
Of course she wanted Eldon to go down on her, and she
quickly stripped away her clothes. She was more lovely than I'd
thought, especially her breasts. They were the breasts of a much
younger woman, firm globes with turgid long nipples. She had a
carefully trimmed auburn bush and wide hips. She ought to have
been a mother. But I wasn't thinking about her motherhood; I was
thinking about what it would take later on to get her into bed
with me. Straight or not straight, she was something I wanted.
Would she be a sub for me? Maybe. The idea was delicious.
Since Eldon was facing us. he now had two naked women in
front of him.
"All right, Eldon," I said. "Get down there and say hello to
Barbara. Make it good for her."
I sat down beside Barbara and watched it. I resisted the
urge to slide an arm around her shoulders. As Eldon pressed his
face into her cunt, she began moaning almost immediately. Her
breasts trembled, her lovely long nipples so close I could see
the texture of the spongy tips. Without touching her, I leaned
close enough to whisper in her ear: "He's good, isn't he?"
"Yes!" she whispered back.
"Raise your knees so he can get at your ass. He'll rim you."
She groaned. Then she pulled her knees back to her breasts
and tilted her ass upwards. Eldon knew what to do. His face slid
down and he started tonguing her anus. I knew all his moves, and
just imagining what he was doing excited me. I wondered if anyone
had ever done it before to Barbara.
I whispered in her ear: "How is it?"
"Oh, Katherine!"
"Would you like to queen him?"
"Queen him?"
"Sit on his face."
"Yes!"
She was learning fast. I pushed Eldon away with my foot and
told him to stretch out on his back. He knew what was coming. He
lay on the rug and waited, the tube of his cock extended along
his belly. I watched as Barbara hurried to mount his face. She
was clever enough to do it facing his feet, which made her anus
more available to his mouth. She sat down on his face with a
groan, wriggled her buttocks and closed her eyes.
While Barbara enjoyed herself, I retrieved two velcro bands
from a nearby drawer and used them to bind Eldon's cock at the
base of the shaft. Then I left them, went to my bedroom, and
carried back a small cardboard box. Still wriggling on Eldon's
face, Barbara gave me a questioning look.
"We're going to fuck him," I said, and I opened the box and
pulled out two strap-on dildoes, a pair of twins, one blue and
one pink.
Barbara stared at the dildoes, slid a hand down to rub her
clitoris, and came. She threw her head back, groaned, and pumped
hard on Eldon's mouth. Was his tongue in her ass? I couldn't
tell. Wherever his tongue was, she had an intense climax. She
finished coming on his face and rose on her feet with another
groan. "I'm going to the bathroom," she said.
I told Eldon to roll over on his knees and remain like that.
I waited for Barbara. In a few minutes she returned looking
refreshed, but her cheeks were still flushed. She sat down on the
sofa and said, "What now?"
"I'll do him first," I said. I would show her how. This
would be an important event for her. Not as important as when she
did it to her husband, but important enough. I remembered my own
initiation, and how it profoundly affected me.
I crouched near Eldon and pulled the anal plug out of his
ass. His anus was wide open now, and he would take a dildo
easily. I stood near Barbara as I strapped on the harness holding
the blue dildo, showing her how to do it. Then I lubricated the
dildo with K-Y jelly, moved behind Eldon and lowered myself on my
knees behind him. I had done this to Eldon many times, and it
took only a few moments to get all the way inside him. Barbara
gazed at me with wonder in her eyes as I started fucking him.
Many women are repelled by the idea of doing this to a man.
Other women are intensely excited by it. Barbara was obviously
excited. All the men I've done it to have said they enjoyed it. I
think what they enjoy is an exploration of the feminine side of
their nature. There is more of it in some men than in others, and
even with men who have it, they tend to strongly reject it.
Fucking is delightful for both the recipient and the active
partner. Eldon loved it; I probably loved it more than he did.
When I finished fucking Eldon, when I came hard pounding into his
ass, I removed the velcro bands from his cock and it was then
Barbara's turn. She was wonderful; she had watched me and she had
learned the moves. Eldon came while she was fucking him; he came
without touching his cock, which happens often to him when I fuck
him. Barbara didn't come because a woman who uses a strap-on must
learn how to come with it, and she hadn't learned how yet. But
she had a blissful look on her face, a special bliss that happens
to a woman when she fucks a man for the first time. Was she
thinking about her husband? Yes, I suppose so.
* * *
I did have Barbara in my bed that night. After Eldon left
us, we showered and then went to my bedroom to make love. As it
happened, I was not her first female lover. I was not in the mood
for take her as a sub, and our lovemaking was thoroughly tender
and mutual.
I haven't seen Barbara in nearly a year. I had a note from
her last week thanking me again for the revival of her marriage.
Of course I did not do much. Merely a helping hand. The credit
belongs to Barbara.
end
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