Peter has never been able to accept his deep need to be sexually dominated, but that’s about to change with a vengeance. His wife Christine and her new friend Claudia, a highly experienced dominatrix, hatch a plan to ‘out’ Peter and his kinky desires. While Christine will learn the art of erotic domination from Claudia’s husband, Simon, Peter will be coerced into spending time in Claudia’s dungeon where he’ll be forced to learn his place at the feet of a dominant female. Claudia soon turns Peter into her ‘bitch’, making him ready and willing to take hard strap-on sex and all the brutal punishment she can dish out.
Claudia returns Peter to his wife who enjoys putting him through his paces in her fitting new role as his Mistress. But Christine is looking for something even more than this and finds it in the person of a beautiful young woman called Liz. Christine helps bring to the fore Liz’s previously sublimated sadism and the two become lovers, sharing ownership of Peter, now the naked slave to them both.
Then who should stumble into this sadomasochistic ménage a trois but Liz’s philandering ex-husband Sam. He’s now a changed man and begs Liz to let him into her life again. Sam says he wants to be a naked slave to her and Christine, just like Peter. The two women subject Sam to a series of increasingly sadistic tests to establish whether he is worthy to take his place at their feet. Peter had become a new man when he became a sex-slave. But the two formidable dommes require something perversely, thrillingly different from Sam...
Alex Jordaine is the UK’s leading Femdom writer and has also been widely published in the US.
Right from the start the sexual chemistry between the two of them had been electric and one thing led to another rapidly – very rapidly. Within one hour of that champagne toast they’d arrived at Christine’s plush apartment nearby. Within one hour and one minute of that toast they were in her bedroom, they just couldn’t get there quickly enough. Both of them were so consumed by desire that they were barely in control, their sexual anticipation so intense it hurt.
As soon as they got through the bedroom door they started undressing together in a fever of mutual longing. Christine had more than a head start, it transpired. She pulled her little black dress over her head to reveal that she had not been wearing any underwear. She had an all-over tan, beautiful breasts and her nipples were dark and enticingly erect. Her pussy was entirely free of pubic hair, her mons silky smooth.
Christine kicked off her high heeled shoes and that was it, she was done. Peter shucked his jacket off his shoulders in double-quick time. She unbuttoned his shirt for him and pulled it off, virtually tore it off.
His breath coming ever more quickly, Peter took off his loafers and his socks and his chinos. When lastly he removed his briefs, his cock sprang out, stiff and urgent with need.
Christine laid herself down on the bed and Peter joined her. They lay for a moment, facing each other and gazing rapturously into one another’s eyes. Then Christine rolled onto her back and Peter put his lips to her mouth. They kissed with great passion, their tongues flicking together, and then Peter brought his mouth to her throat. He licked a warm trail down her collar bone to the swell of her breasts. He began sucking them greedily, taking her erect nipples into his mouth.
At the same time Peter ran his hand over Christine’s stomach and down to caress her quivering thighs. He began to rub the opening of her vagina, his fingers sticky in her sex. Christine soon became very wet indeed, soaked with the sap of desire. Peter started to roll his fingers over her stiff clitoris and she groaned with pleasure. Then he pushed his fingers in further, digging them in deep, plunging into all her juicy wetness over and over.
Christine then reached for his now achingly hard cock and started to pull and stroke it. The feeling of sex rippled through Peter and he groaned with her movement as she stroked and pulled at his hardness, jerking more forcefully at it all the time.
Peter could smell the scent of sex everywhere in that bedroom now – his sex, her sex, their sex; it was intoxicating. He knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. Nor could Christine. ‘Fuck me. Fuck me now,’ she whispered urgently, staring into his gleaming blue eyes. Her breath was coming quickly, her cheeks flushed.
Peter placed himself between Christine’s legs and pushed his cock inside her, filling her tight wet pussy with its thickness. She sighed with delight and turned her head to one side. Peter laid himself on top of her, fucking her deep and hard. Christine hugged him close and grasped his hair, wrapping her legs around his waist, her athletic limbs supple and pliant, as he forged deep into her.
Peter pushed into Christine even harder and she moaned and cried out with his movement. He began to fuck her faster and faster, his whole body shaking, his groin crashing against hers, his cock thrusting deep inside her sex. Peter could feel himself building to the peak of excitement. Then the pleasure tightened and exploded through him. He climaxed long and hard, spouting spurt after spurt of warm seed deep inside her, and grunting again and again as orgasmic spasms ripped through him like a sound wave.
At the same time, fighting for breath, Christine began to rock and buck and moan. Then she shuddered to a violent orgasm, crying out deliriously as her own climax exploded and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Afterwards they lay together panting and gasping. Christine was the first to speak ‘That was fantastic,’ she said, looking at Peter with shining eyes. ‘Let’s do it again.’
They did.
