Message-ID: <13192eli$9807201340@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13192.txt> From: remaps@aol.com (Remaps) Subject: First Date - Part II - F/M - Femdom - Dave Wallace Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072006222600.CAA21902@ladder01.news.aol.com> First Date (Part II) Dave Wallace As Jim hurried to obey my instruction to serve the wine, I scanned my friends’ faces, curious to see what their reactions would be. Laney, in some ways the one closest to me, I’d known the least amount of time. We’d met online and then gotten together in the real world. Living in Staten Island, New York, it was somewhat of a trek to my Boston home so I was only able to see her every few months. In her late thirties, with brown, shoulder-length hair and matching, brown eyes, Laney was what Woody Allen would call zaftig - full figured, voluptuous, and very cute. Although I’d not known her long, I cherished her friendship. I was willing to bet that she’d never felt the joy of a man’s tongue paying homage to her ass - and I very much looked forward to seeing my her pleasure when I got around to Jim’s training…..and I knew that time was drawing near. Karen, a former co-worker, also in her late thirties and, I was convinced, a good candidate for my little experiment in kink, was a little taller than Laney. Brown eyes, brown hair, and 38C breasts were combined in a package that I knew would have Jim drooling - or, at least licking. Darlene, my sister-in-law, looked like your proverbial hooker. I say that in the nicest way - I’d love to look like her! At 5’8" she has the legs of a six-footer (a friend of my husband’s had once said that she had legs all the way up to her ass - I never could understand that expression…don’t we all?). Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a flat chest with, I would bet, oversensitive nipples. (I once read that women with small breasts had sensitive nipples; but, then, I have generous, round globes and can lay claim to very sensitive nipples myself. Me? I’m Lori. I’d planned this little get together with care, to include giving my pubes a fresh shave and oiling earlier today. Mindful of that now, I waited until Jim had filled all of our glasses with wine and returned to kneel at my feet. Picking up my glass, and speaking to my friends, I said, with a smile. "Ladies, welcome to my home. Jim is a new addition to my life and is an experiment. He didn’t know that you would be here but he did know that he was coming here to serve. Or, serving here, to cum. (Some nervous giggles, at this.) I propose a toast. To women. To our power over the truly weaker sex." I scanned the faces of my friends as each took a sip. I wanted to turn the heat up quickly so, I hopped to my feet and lifted my skirt above my waist with both hands. Looking down at Jim, I asked, "do you want to lick my pussy, Jim"? "Yes, ma’am." "Well, Jim, you must first earn that privilege. For now, you may lick my ass." So saying, I spun around, lifted my skirt and took a short step backward to put my smooth cheeks in Jim’s range. "Lick, Jim, and keep your hands behind your back. Nuzzle your face between my cheeks. I want to feel tongue, boy. Now!" The immediate effect of my words was enough to make me momentarily forget the others in the room and concentrate on Jim’s servile tongue laving my butt hole - hesitating along each stroke to dart inside, to obey. This was the first time that I’d had a man in this position and I knew that I was hooked. My online friend, Dave, had told me that it would be this way and I had tried to imagine it. My imagination, though, could not have anticipated the combination of physical sensations, psychological rush of dominance, and kinky anticipation of Jim’s coming training. I could have kept this up for a while, but I wanted to get the girls more involved. "Keep it up, Jim. That’s a good boy." "Ladies, I am here to tell you that you have not lived until you get a taste of this - no pun intended of course." "Laney, please look in that box on the coffee table; there’re some joints in there and they are primo." We’d never smoked pot before, but I was hoping that the girls would all join me in a toke. The pot was exceptionally good, having been hydroponically grown. It was called skunk weed and deserved it’s name, smelling like a skunk had crawled into the room and sprayed it’s smell. The smell was worth it, though, as it was fully capable of putting our little group in the mood for some partying. Laney had lit the joint and passed it, when I suggested she light another. Soon there were two joints circulating between the three of us - Jim’s mouth attending to more important business. I noticed that the ladies had all drained their glasses of wine and reluctantly brought Jim’s attentions to a halt; wanting to apply myself to my hostess duties to make certain all were as high as possible. "Jim, stop now and refill our glasses." As I stepped away and resumed by seat, Jim made a major error. He started pouring wine. That is, he started pouring wine and neglected to answer me. As he refilled my glass, I looked him in the eye. "Jim?" "Yes, ma’am?" "What did you forget?" "Ma’am?" "That’s right, Jim. You forgot to answer with a ‘yes, ma’am’ after I told you to fill the glasses." "I’m sorry, ma’am." "No, Jim. Actually, though, you will be sorry - very sorry - in a moment." "Do you understand me, Jim?" "Ma’am? I think so, ma’am?" "What do you think I mean, Jim? Tell me." "I think you’re gonna spank me, ma’am?" "No. Jim. I’m not going to spank you." His expression belied a combination of relief and disappointment. Wisely, to give him some credit, he remained silent. "You see, Jim, I’m not going to spank you because spankings are for children. No, Jim, I’ll not spank you. What I will do, is paddle you, Jim. Paddle you until your butt is on fire. Are you ready to submit to my paddling, Jim?" The proverbial dropping pin would have resounded in the now deadly-quiet room, as Jim mustered up his courage to answer. He was so cute, as the realization that he was to be severely paddled in front of three women dawned on him. Three fully dressed woman, while he was nude, embarrassed, and no doubt ashamed to be paddled like a naughty boy. "Yes, ma’am." I swear his lower lip nearly drooped in a pout. This was gonna be fun. "If you take your paddling like a big boy, Jim, I’ll let you lick my ass some more. If you take it like a man, I’ll think about letting you lick my pussy, also." I’d previously stashed a ping pong paddle under one of the sofa’s cushions. Needless to say, I retrieved that now as I ordered Jim. "Jim, walk over to the wall, lean into as if you were getting frisked by a cop. Spread you legs, jut out your butt and get ready to have your bottom paddled." End of Part II -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>