Part 2: Chao’s story.
I didn’t go looking for a maid-boy because Lin and Ari had them. In fact, theirs were actually a turn-off, because I wasn’t sure I understood the emotion relationships. Were the boys being blackmailed? Was it a lifestyle they enjoyed? I was sure I was a better person than those two perverts.
Which isn’t to say that everyone felt that way–having dinner with another girlfirend, I was asked, with a wink, “If I had found any new help recently?”
My good intentions were sorely tried by meeting Mark. Unlike Lin and Ari, I didn’t going looking for someone–Mark found me.
We met at a computing conference where my company had a booth. (His company had offices in the city, and he was a fairly high-up engineer in it.) I still remember him coming up to the booth grab a pamphlet. When I locked eyes with him, he blushed and dropped his bag.
A total dork.
Not that he was unattractive–tall, with long, lean muscles and curly hair. We got to chatting, and I asked if he wanted to see our headquarters the next day.
Of course he did.
I dressed with especial care the next morning. Nothing too extreme, but a black leather pencil skirt, white blouse that just happened to show a black bra through it, Louboutin heels, and a choker necklace that could easily be mistaken for a collar.
Mark, meeting me in the lobby the next day, wasn’t ready for the evening drinks invitation. Nor was he ready for my foot rubbing his leg during the drinks, nor the invitation up to my room afterwards.
Where I subjected him to a monolog on male entitlement and the assumption that whenever a woman shows any interest a man feels that he has license to move in on them and have his way.
Which was all a bit rich coming from the woman who had been making all of the inappropriate and possessive moves of the day. But he believed me and started apologizing for being so forward.
And of course he wanted to make it up to me with presents or dinner or…
“Look around you dear–does it look like I need anything?”
The apartment was certainly well and richly furnished.
“But you know what? It’s been a long day–why don’t you give me a foot rub before you leave?”
Trap baited. And he was good with his hands.
He was also a good kisser. The next date was dinner at my favorite restaurant, where I insisted on ordering for him and on paying. He got a little tongue-tied trying to stop me, but I plowed through regardless.
Back in my apartment, I massaged his thigh with my hand until he leaned in for the kiss. I slid over top of him in such a way to put my knee gently against his crotch. I then held the kiss while he tried to pull away, but couldn’t because my knee held him in place.
“Humh mmm,” he said indistinctly when I finally let him come up for air.
“Down, boy!” I laughed, as he tried to lean back in, his face flushed.
I led him to the front door, kissing his forehead and ignoring his confused look as I pushed him out and shut it behind him.
The next time, he immediately complemented me on my skin-tight minidress. It wasn’t my usual style, but I had my reasons.
Again on the couch we were kissing, when I slid the hem up to reveal the complete absence of any panties underneath.
“Give us a kiss, love.”
I let him pleasure me with his tongue for a bit before sliding of the dress. Then, completely naked except for my heels, I led him to the bedroom.
I guided him through stripping off his clothes, pleased to see his cock was nicely sized and very hard. He made a motion to push me down on the bed. Just the moment I had been waiting for.
“Smack!”
My hand snapped across his balls, causing him to double over.
“Whaaa”
“I say when you are allowed access to me. Do you understand?”
“Umm, I…”
“Smack”
“Do you understand?”
“Ye..yes…”
“Good.”
And I gave him a passionate kiss, just to completely throw his emotions into a hash.
With a little mouth work, I got him (mostly) hard again, and I managed to ride him till he came. I was left unsatisfied, but that had never been the aim of the evening. I waited two days to call him.
“Chao?”
“Yes, pet?”
He didn’t seem to be able to get his question out.
“The other night–that thing you did.”
“Disciplining that cock of yours?”
“Umm, yeah, I guess.”
“What about it?”
“Are going to do it again?”
“Do you want me not to? Or are you hoping I will?”
No answer.
“Well, if you behave yourself, I won’t need to–how about that?”
The next night, we were just chatting on the couch, and he was telling me about some of his exes. One woman in particular, he said, he felt bad about, because he had ghosted her rather than getting up the courage to tell her he didn’t want to see her any more.
I could tell this was actually something he really regretted, so I pushed him to talk a bit more about. To my surprise, he actually almost broke down crying as he finished the story.
“So, do you regret how you acted? Or are you just a typical male and regret that how you acted stopped you from getting what you wanted?”
“Of course I regret what I did!”
“Well, if you really feel bad, you know what you should do?”
“No-what do you mean?”
“Take your punishment.”
Even since college my girls’ dorm in college, I’ve known there’s nothing I enjoy like giving a good, bare-bottomed spanking. I’d never done it to a fully grown man before, but it turned out to be even better. You don’t need to worry about hurting them, so you can go crazy.
At first, he was trying to pull away from my hands, but soon he was feeling the catharsis.
“Thank you–thank you. Harder! Oh–I deserve for you to smack me all night.”
Once the tears started in earnest, I stopped and cuddled him. The low-cut corset top I’d chosen allowed him to nestle in my breasts a bit as I gently caressed his face.
Well, it’s pretty hard to pretend your partner didn’t spank you till you cried. Particularly since it was the first thing I mentioned the next day.
“I think if you really want to learn from this, you need to learn to treat women like princesses. You can start with me.”
The days got better and better. He would kneel and kiss my shoes when I first walked into the room. He served me meals, and massaged my feet every day. I let him keep his apartment, but he was often sleeping in the guest bedroom I made up for him, complete with a pair of my used panties tucked under his pillow.
“It’s a shame to hide your lovely muscles, my dear.”
Bare chest around the house progressed to just boxers around the house. But I wanted more.
The leather harness accentuated his figure perfectly, and the leather collar and short leash reminded him of our dynamic at every step. His cock? Well, I loved having it completely exposed all the time, and a quick swat of my crop handled the erections I hadn’t allowed. Not that I wasn’t flattered when he greeted me with one when I got home from a hard day…
One night we got to talking. I was stretched out on the couch, my legs apart. He was nestled in between them, his lips resting on the lips of my pussy. Every once in a while, he would give me a gentle lick. Meanwhile, my hands rested on his nipples.
I’m tired of my job.”
He didn’t talk too much about his job, so I was caught off guard. But I recovered quickly. I gave his left nipple a hard squeeze.
“Ummm,” he moaned, pushing his lips against mine a bit harder.
“Why do you need a job? Isn’t taking care of me enough?”
“What happens when you get tired of me? Where would I go?”
“Will you promise to be mine forever? To obey me and worship me every day?”
“Always.”
I sighed and brought my hand down to push his face against my clit.
“Show me.”
The next day my jeweler called.
“You said you wanted a piercing?”
“Yes, but not for me.”
Mark looked apprehensive when I summoned him, but sat obediently when ordered to. Five minutes later the jeweler left. Mark’s left nipple was pierced and hanging down from the ring was a single, silver word: “Chao’s.”
He sat, fingering the ring for several minutes.
“Do you like it?”
“I love it: but it doesn’t feel real…you can’t want to really own me, can you?”
“Kneel and follow.”
I clipped his leash on his collar and had him crawl behind me to the bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a harness and large black dildo.
“Prepare me.”
I shed the silk robe I had put on, showing my nude form underneath. I stood patiently as he attached the straps and devices.
It wasn’t easy, but we managed to position him so that he was on his back, legs in the air and body exposed.
“You will be allowed to cum, but only with my permission.”
I began slowly, moving in an out, occasionally brushing his erect cock.
“You’ve surrendered to me completely–you wear my name against your skin, and allow me to use your body as I see fit. Your obedience intoxicates me…”
He moaned.
After more minutes I asked: “Are you ready to cum?”
He only moaned.
I bent over him and kissed his lips–his body shuddered as he kissed enthusiastically back.
Finally, I was ready. I began to thrust hard against him, grabbing his cock and stroking it.
“You may cum, my pet.”
He exploded, with a ribbon of cum reaching up across his face, his eyes wild and unfocused. I ran my finger though the cum and across his lips. His tongue eagerly lapped the cream from my fingers.
There were no more secrets between us–his eyes met mine every morning with an expression of joy at the day to come in my service.
Meanwhile, Lin and Ari were arguing about who was the better maid, Jackie or Ty. They had visited another friend recently and were annoyed to find her stroking the cock of a cute boy. They wouldn’t have minded, except she was doing through satin panties that were a part of an outfit that was a scandalous parody of a maid’s uniform. They felt their idea was being stolen.
“Chao–you’re a neutral party–you judge.”
Neither of them had any idea of Mark’s existence–I wasn’t ready to share him.
So we had a party night. Lin and Jackie arrived first. I noticed that Lin had got Jackie wearing a cage too–he didn’t look very happy when she brushed against it with her hand to draw my attention.
Ty was dressed in the usual stockings and thong–his cage was now smaller and he wore makeup that make him look younger, with thick, red lips.
The two competed to bring us drinks, food and foot massages. When their mistresses praised them, you could see their cages twitch.
“So, Chao–time to render judgement.”
I smiled.
“I can’t judge yet–I haven’t see all the goods!”
They looked at me.
“What good is a boi-toy who is locked all the time?”
Unwillingly, they both unlocked the cages. Ty and Jackie, unused to being effectively naked next to another man blushed and looked down.
“I think the winner is the one who will get down on his knees and show his mistress that he will obey any order from her–even if that order is to suck another man’s cock.
Dead silence. I let the uncomfortable moment linger.
“Mark: can you join us.”
Lin and Ari started and their eyes widened as Mark, naked but for a collar and my nipple ring entered and kneeled in front of me.
“There are two cocks over there–please help us pick the best one by seeing who can last longer with your mouth around them.
Any Mark walked over to Ty, knelt down and ran his tongue over Ty’s cock.
“I think we know who the best boi is, now, don’t we?”
Lin and Ari were still speechless. And Mark couldn’t talk either: he was gagging enthusiastically on Ty’s fully erect cock…
Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.
