Brigid's in Charge
Switches 1
Brigid's In Charge: A Femdom Episode
No desire is, in itself, wrong; nor should it be judged and condemned. It just needs to find a way to express itself that is appropriate. Even if our desire is to be humiliated, punished or shamed, this is a healthy desire if we respect ourselves as vulnerable human beings, as an 'I'. Real Sex - Mike Lousada
It surprised Chase when a friend called and invited him to a small play party at the home she shared with her submissive husband. She told him she had a woman she wanted him to meet. Oh God. Not another blind date, he thought. He didn't want to say no to friends like Pauline and Jim. So when he showed up at their home, and a stunning woman in a fetish costume opened the door, he froze in his tracks, unable to speak.
"I take it you're here for the party, right?" she said.
"Yes, yes I am," he stuttered.
"Would you like to come in?" She held the door open.
Chase was trying to get his heart rate down as he stumbled through the doorway. He couldn't stop gaping at her. She was tall, but still below his six-foot frame. Her blond hair framed a classic Nordic face, emphasized her high cheekbones and bright blue eyes. Athletic, with toned legs in knee-high boots, a leather miniskirt, and a trim waist in a bustier that pushed her breasts up appetizingly. She gave off an aura of confidence and looked at him and smiled with her eyes. Wow! This is the complete package.
"I'm Brigid," she said and stuck out her hand.
Chase took her hand and felt a surge of energy. He had to take a breath before he could talk.
"I'm Chase Cormier. So nice to meet you."
"Come on back and we can talk for a minute before Pauline and Jim come out. They're getting costumed. Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Some water would be nice."
"Fizzy or flat?"
"Flat, please."
Walking to the kitchen to get the water, she paused briefly at the doorway, and glanced back to see him staring at her. She smiled, knowing her magic was working. Pauline was waiting for her in the kitchen and asked, "What do you think? Do you like him?"
"God, Pauline, give me a break. I just met him. He seems nice. He is handsome, but he seems a little shy."
Pauline chuckled, "That's not the Chase I know. By the way, the other couple isn't coming. Jim is tired, so we'll leave everything for the two of you to get together. Use the playroom if you want."
"Okay, let me get back to him and I'll see what I think."
As soon as Brigid was gone, Chase took a deep breath and told himself, get a grip here buddy. You're acting like a shy high school boy with a crush on the prom queen. Now charm this woman. She is sooo hot.
Brigid was smiling as she came through the door. "Here's your water, sir."
"I have to smile when somebody calls me, sir."
"Do a lot of people call you sir?"
"They used to. I was a Captain in the Air Force."
"Really? What did you do in the Air Force?"
"I flew F-16s in the Gulf Wars."
"That sounds dangerous. Do people still call you sir?"
"Only in a scene when I'm dominating them."
"I guess that means you're not submissive."
"Definitely not submissive, however, I do occasionally switch and bottom. What about you? Are you submissive?"
"I'm very much a Domme. My husband was submissive to me."
"You said was. Are you divorced?"
"He died five years ago," she said as she blinked and turned away.
"That is so sad. Was his passing sudden?"
"I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about you and me.
"Okay, then."
"Since you're a friend of Pauline and Jim, you automatically have some trustworthiness. So, I want to ask you a very important question." Brigid paused and looked into his eyes and said, "Will you bottom for me?"
"I would very much like to bottom for you, with some limits. Tell me what you have in mind," said Chase, as his heart rate jumped up another notch. I hope I can give her what she wants. She's such a winner.
"I want to see you naked, give you some flogging and see what you can take. I plan to edge you many times without letting you orgasm. How does that sound?"
"Sounds like a plan to me. Shall we start?"
"Let's go to the playroom. No one else is coming, so we have it all to ourselves,"
No one else is coming. This sounds more and more like a set-up. Thank you, Pauline.
When they got to the playroom, Chase quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood in front of her with his hands behind his back and his cock standing at attention.
Brigid looked him over, checking out his abs, no six-pack, but trim. Nice definition in his arms and legs. He was clean shaven and had no hair on his body below his neck. She reached out and gripped his cock and gave it a squeeze.
Chase moaned, and his cock throbbed.
"Nice to see this standing so proudly. I'm glad you don't have one of those porno monster cocks. This will do nicely."
"Thank you."
Brigid dropped her mini skirt, revealing her hairless pussy. She lifted her breasts out of the bustier. Her breasts were more than a handful and her hard nipples begged to be sucked.
God, this woman is a work of art. Got to have her.
"Do you think you can stand still for me while I give you a flogging, or do I have to restrain you?"
"I'll do my best to stand still."
"Stand in this open space. Spread your legs as wide as you can. Clasp your hands behind your neck.
Chase got into position, and she came up to him and started rubbing him with her hands and stroking his cock, which was harder than ever and leaking pre-cum. Without saying another word, she went over to her bag and pulled out a red deerskin flogger.
"I'm going to flog your back. I'll start slowly and see how hard we can go."
Brigid started using a butterfly pattern on his upper back, gradually increasing the strength of the strokes and the tempo.
Chase felt like he could take what she was giving him for a long time. His back got tender after a while, but not even close to a limit. He sensed she was tiring and sure enough, her strokes slowed to a stop. The next thing he felt was the strands of the flogger coming up between his legs and wrap up to hit his cock, almost like a caress. The sensation on his cock was thrilling. I never dreamed that whipping my cock could turn me on so much. Can I cum like this?
She continued that stroke on his cock, and he felt himself getting close to orgasm. When she saw his hips moving, she resumed flogging his back, and his arousal level dropped enough that cumming was no longer a danger. Chase could feel her energy and knew there was a deeper connection developing with her. She was behind him and still reading his energy.
"Remember, no cumming without permission, understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Brigid continued to alternate between the soft strokes between his legs to his cock, and the harder strokes on his back.
Chase slipped into an altered state. The strokes on his back, no longer painful, kicked in his endorphins like a runner's high. The strokes on his cock tantalizing him to higher level of arousal. His hips thrusting and his moans were like a cat purring.
She could see that he was having trouble standing. She could feel his level of arousal was overwhelming him, so she dropped her flogger and hugged him from behind. "Relax now. Let's get you sitting on the couch."
He let her help him down to the couch, still feeling that ecstasy and feeling disconnected from reality. She put her arms around him and pulled his head to her breasts and gently stroked his face. "You did that so well. I'm really impressed. Let me get you some water and then we can cuddle some more."
Chase sat up as s she got up to get the water. He was coming back into present time. Incredible, she knows what she is doing. I don't want to be a sub, but I want more of this. More of her.
She gave him a large glass of water. "Drink all of that."
He gulped it down and felt a little less lightheaded.
"Would you like something stronger?"
"No. this is perfect. What I'd like is more of you."
She took the glass from him and said, "Scoot down so your butt is on the edge of the seat."
He slid forward and she straddled him, pinning his arms to his side with her knees. She leaned forward, took his face in her hands, and kissed him. Chase had the desire to caress her, but the pinned position of his hands left him moaning in frustration.
"Remember, I told you I was going to edge you and not let you cum?"
"I do."
"Well, get ready for more edging, and no cumming. Don't move your hands. Just stay as you are and let me use you."
She slid down and spread her labia so that her clit was rubbing against his cock, and rocked back and forth, grinding her clit against him. She moved her thighs and said, "Put your fingers on my nipples and squeeze them gently and twirl them."
Chase found her nipples as hard as rocks and rotated them between his thumb and index finger. It didn't take long before she started growling and grinding harder as her orgasm built. He was right on the brink of orgasm himself and began a series of PC clenches that helped channel the energy up to his heart. I can do this.
She came with a shout that would wake the neighbors. Her whole body was quivering, and she kept grinding and shaking. She started sobbing and leaned in to kiss him again as her body kept quivering.
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her as she slowly came down. He held her gently in his arms, knowing that hormones were flooding her body and she needed time to adjust. After ten or fifteen minutes, he wasn't sure of the time, because time had stopped for both of them. "Can I get you a warm cloth, tissue, glass of water, anything?"
"Just hold me for a few more minutes and then yes to all of that." She snuggled up so her head was on his shoulder. Their chests were connected, and they could each feel the loving energy flowing between their hearts. "I had no idea of how much I needed this. You were wonderful."
"I felt very connected to you. I want more of you, and I want to make love to you."
"I want that too, but you're going to have to earn that."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to show me how much you will submit to me and suffer a little for me before you can have the privilege of making love to me."
Oh shit. She wants to turn me into a sub. I've got to play along if I want more. I do.
"Tell me what you want me to do."
"Do you have any hard limits, Chase?"
"I have a few, no scat, no blood, no permanent marking, no cutting, no bodily harm that would cause an impairment. Everything is safe and consensual. That's it. Oh, one more thing, I don't like to ejaculate, unless I specifically say that I want to."
"I can work with that. I want you to come to my house next Saturday. Be willing to give yourself to me to play with as I see fit until I'm ready to have you make love to me in the way I want you to. Can you do that?"
"No question. I'm in."
"I'll see you next Saturday at 2:00 pm."
~
In the week between their meetings, Chase and Brigid had long conversations. They discussed their histories, likes and dislikes, spirituality, art, music, even sports. There were some differences and many commonalities.
When Chase arrived at Brigid's house in Pasadena, she instructed him to go to her playroom, take off all his clothes, and kneel in front of her throne chair. He assumed the kneeling, submissive position, knees spread as far apart as he could, hands resting on his thighs, palms up.
He looked around at what she called her playroom. The first thing he noticed was that there was no black in the room. Everything was earth tones, natural woods, and colors. There were even plants hanging in corners. The room had a beautifully finished wooden St. Andrew's Cross and a massage table with attachment points. A device like a sawhorse for flogging and sex, and a rope and pulley system for suspension. Her throne was a leather upholstered chair with fat leather armrests that extended out a little further than the body of the chair.
Clenching his PC muscles, building the sexual charge, anticipating that whatever she would want to do to him would take him higher into that transcendent space. He remembered the deep phone conversations they had, discussing Tantra and sexual spirituality. Few women he'd met could go that deep. Could there be some potential for a deeper relationship here? That thrilled him even more. She was smart and great looking, a superb catch.
She came into the room and stood before him, naked. Her beautiful, trim figure accented her hairless pussy. A hint of pink inner labia showed through her outer lips, right at his eye level, calling to him. His cock throbbing at the sight of her.
Noticing his twitching cock, she said, "It seems you like what you see."
"Brigid, you are a goddess. You take my breath away."
"Thank you. Now stand up. Put your arms down by your side. I want to look at you. Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass cheeks."
He felt shy as he bent and spread. His glutes were tight and firm from the workouts he did almost daily. He had used bleaching cream on his butt, so his anus was clean and pink.
"Nice butt. Now flex your anal sphincter."
He pushed out and clenched in, as his anus winked at her.
"I'll be having some fun with that little hole later," she said, smiling to herself. "Now let's get this party started."
She sat on the edge of her chair, crossed one leg over the other at her knee, and said, "Kneel up and scooch over here closer to me. I want you to make love to my feet. Suck my toes like you were sucking my nipples, lick all around, and take as much of them into your mouth as you can."
Chase maneuvered into position, sunk back on his heels, and took her foot into his mouth, focusing on her toes. He sucked and licked until she pulled it away and gave him the other foot.
"Suck it."
He put her big toe into his mouth.
"Do all of those toes and get them very wet because they're going in your ass."
You've got to be kidding me. She's going to put her foot in my ass?
When he looked closer, he noticed she had narrow feet that weren't any bigger than some of the other things he had stuffed in his ass. He slobbered as much saliva as he could on her foot. She pulled her foot away and said, "Turn around and put your ass up and bring it back until I tell you to stop."
Chase did as she asked until he could feel her foot in his ass crack.
"Back a little more."
She could easily slide her big toe into his anus, and she pumped it in and out. He loved the exotic sensations in his sphincter and thrust his hips back to meet her toe. She pushed down to stop his thrusting and worked the rest of her toes into his anus. When she got about half of her toes in, she started working her foot in and out until she got most of the foot in.
God, she's fucking my ass with her foot. Kind of humiliating, but it feels good. At least she has small feet.
As she used her right foot to invade his anus, she started tapping his balls with her left foot, just hard enough to make him feel right on the edge of actual pain.
She wiggled her foot around in his rectum, "Can you feel my toe on your prostate?"
"Yes, it feels good." He pushed back into her.
Her hand found its way down to her crotch. She pressed her hand against her whole vulva, feeling her clitoris awakening and her labia expanding. Her juices were seeping out of her swelling pussy and her breathing quickened a little. She could see that he was leaking fluid as well, making a small puddle of pre-cum on the floor. She put her left foot on his butt cheek and pulled her right foot out of his ass.
"Do you remember I told you, if you spilled any jism on my floor, there would be serious punishment?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, there it is. Punishment earned. You better lick that up before it dries."
Chase was not happy about licking the floor, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever had to do, and besides, the hardwood floor was spotless, like everything else in the room.
When he finished his task, she had him crawl over to her chair where she was sitting with one leg crossed over the other.
"Position yourself so that your balls are resting on top of my foot."
When he got into position, she lowered her leg and told him, "Start stroking your cock. You can look at my tits or my eyes. I want you to get to the edge, but don't cum. Tell me when you are close. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She gave him a jar of Albolene and said, "Use this for lube, and get started."
He began rubbing his cock. As he looked at her tits, she reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling them out and up, moving her breasts around. Cupping them and pushing them out toward him. This sensuous display had him throbbing and breathing hard as he started leaking more pre-cum.
She reached over to a side table for a lightweight leather strap, like a belt with a handle. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the room as she swung the strap, striking his hip and wrapping for a solid blow on his butt cheek. The impact was mild and only stimulated him, and she sped up her strokes. She put nice pink marks on each of his pale butt cheeks as he continued to stroke his cock.
Blood rushed to his cock, making it hard and engorged. He knew the edge was close, slowing his stroke to keep himself right on the brink. He was in that state of euphoria. His whole body was tingling. The sight of the beautiful woman in front of him and the feelings of being connected to her were beyond ecstatic. He was barely moving his hand now, not wanting to go over the edge. He was shocked out of his rapture as she kicked him lightly in the balls.
"I want to bring you down from the edge a little. Don't stop. We can keep this up for a long time," she said.
Once his erection diminished somewhat, she stopped kicking him in the balls, and resumed spanking him with the strap, and he resumed stroking.
Diabolical, she was playing him like a musical instrument, and he liked her tune. He was happy to notice that she had used the top of her foot when kicking his balls and not the toes. That could have been painful rather than pleasurable. He wondered how long he could go on.
He didn't want to go over the edge because the sensations were incredible. The feeling of the strap slapping his ass added an extra sensation that was pleasurable pain. This woman was taking him past anything he had ever experienced, and he was determined to keep pace with her no matter where she led him.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, visualizing the energy coming up his spinal column from his cock into his brain, down through the tip of his tongue, which was touching the roof of his mouth, opening the channel down to his heart. He would hold that energy there and give it back to her when they were sexually connected.
Rubbing his cock once again got him to where his whole body expanded, and he felt like he was filling the room with his energy.
"I'm at the edge, Mistress," he said.
"Put your hands behind your head and hold your position.:
She began kicking him in the balls again, not hard, but hard enough to refocus his attention. She increased the strength of her kick until she could see that his erection was softening a little. The sensations were amazing. He couldn't explain how being kicked in the balls was a turn-on.
Although it wasn't making him harder, it was taking him deeper into that ecstatic place where nothing mattered except the sensations in his body. It made him feel like his whole being was focused on his cock and balls, and it deeply bonded him to her. He could sense that she was totally present with him and reading his energy.
When she stopped kicking him, she told him, "Keep stroking. I want to see how much you like being on the edge for me."
He picked up his speed as she strapped him harder and faster. The sensations were overtaking him and again the pressure was building. His whole body was thrumming, reaching for that orgasmic release. He could see her breasts swaying as she applied each stroke of the strap and he had to stop, or he was going to cum.
"Edge Mistress," he cried.
"Don't cum. Don't stop. Just a little further. Hold out for me."
He could only last a few seconds longer.
"Please, mistress."
"OK, stop. Hands behind your head."
She shortened her grip on the strap and brought it up between his legs, hitting directly on his balls. The pain doubled him over and he moaned.
"Suck it up and get back into position before I give you another. Oh look, there is a puddle of pre-cum on the floor. I can't wait to punish you for that. Get over here now and start licking my pussy and don't stop until I tell you to."
She was sitting on the edge of the chair, and she spread her legs up over its arms, wantonly exposing herself. Her pink and purple labia glistened with her juices that were now running down into her ass. He licked her thighs and worked his way up to her pussy when she grabbed his head and pulled it firmly into her vulva.
"I'm way past foreplay. Suck my clit. NOW."
He sucked the whole clitoris into his mouth. Sucking the glans out from its hood, he began licking the clitoral glans with the underside of his tongue. He was totally into it now, inhaling her energy into his mouth and taking it down to his heart and sending it back to her as he exhaled. Her hips began thrusting, so he worked to keep the stimulation as steady as he could. Her head was moving from side to side, and she was moaning and panting as her orgasm overcame her.
He gradually backed off, but kept his tongue connected to her clit until her breathing slowed. His mouth was now covering her whole vulva, and he brought his right hand up and lightly stroked her thigh. Another sensual delight for him as he savored the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs.
After stroking her thighs, he sucked on her clit. He slipped the index finger of his right hand into her vagina, seeking the urethral sponge. He hooked his finger around her pubic bone and drew it out little by little, down the urethral tube until he could feel the urethral opening. Back in again with his finger, finding the pubic bone, stroking it from side to side and then slowly dragging his finger back down the swollen urethral tube. He put two fingers in and repeated that stroke.
She shouted and clamped her vaginal sphincter down hard as her second orgasm erupted. She was tossing her head side to side and moaning. Chase knew she was in that ecstatic space, and he wanted to keep her there as long as he could.
As soon as she let up on that clamp in her vagina, he began licking her clit and stroking her urethra. Her body convulsed with hip thrusting that felt like it might break his nose. She was shouting and moaning and as her spasms subsided; she put her hand on his head to stop his stimulation. Her body continued to quiver and shake as the kundalini energy ran through her.
"Go lay on the bed, on your back with your arms at your sides. Quickly," she said.
He moved to do as she said. She straddled him. Kneeling so that her pussy was over his still throbbing erection. She took his cock, slid a condom on him, and slid it back and forth over her clit, and then into her opening and slowly slid down onto him.
"Don't move. Just lie here and move the energy between us."
With her wet pussy sheathing his cock, she leaned forward, lying on his chest. She tilted her mouth up and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing with each other.
"Breathe your energy out of your cock, into me."
He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back gently as he felt her energy flowing out through the connection of their tongues. As he inhaled, he visualized her energy coming down into his heart. Then taking the energy further down his spinal channel, connecting to his cock and then out into her waiting pussy.
After almost twenty minutes of that, she clenched her vaginal muscles twice and gradually lifted herself up and off him.
She looked down at him and said, "That was a lovely dance, and you let me lead the whole time. Are you OK? Do you need anything from me?"
"It was amazing. I'm so sexually charged up. But I think that the punishment I'm due will probably help take that edge off a little."
"I'm going to need a cup of coffee before I can do much of anything, much less give you the beating you want. Let's take a break in the kitchen."
~
When they had settled at the table with their coffees, she was in a beautiful dressing gown. He was naked and looking at her in that artfully opened gown that just gave a hint to her erect nipples made his cock even harder.
She asked, "How did you come by the name 'Chase?"
"My dad gave me that name. It was an old French nickname for 'hunter'. What about Brigid? Does that have any special significance?"
"Brigid is the Celtic goddess of wisdom, so I'm happy with that. But what I really want to know is how did an alpha guy like you come to submit to female torture?"
"That's a good question, and the answer is, I don't know. All I can tell you is that when I was a teenage boy jerking off, the highest arousal was when I had ropes around my balls looking at pictures of dominant women."
"You were into CBT before you knew it was a thing. What about spanking?"
"Same thing. I felt I had to be punished for what I was doing, so I would make a kind of paddle and swat myself on the ass. I would make a noose around my balls and hang an eight-pound window sash weight from my balls. Then I would swat my ass until I couldn't take any more and only then would I let myself cum."
"So you've been doing this for a long time, right?"
"Actually, I suppressed it for many years, thinking I was too weird."
"How did you get back into it?"
"I know this sounds funny, but what got me back to doing what I love was getting sober. When I quit the drugs and alcohol, my mind cleared up, and I had something like a spiritual awakening. I realized that what brought me so much joy wasn't wrong, it was just who I was. I wasn't hurting anyone else, so why not do what brought me so much pleasure and ecstasy?"
"Well, you certainly brought me a lot of pleasure and ecstasy. Kudos to you for finding your way."
"Thanks. You were great. Do you do this a lot?"
"This is the first time I've played in five years."
"Wow. You're kidding. I'm honored that you choose me, but why so long?"
"After my husband, Mark, died, I was a complete wreck. I couldn't function much at all. If it wasn't for Pauline and Jim, I'm not sure what I would have done."
"Oh God. That must have been hard for you. I'm so sorry."
"I've been doing a lot of grief therapy and truthfully, playing with you has helped to open me up."
"How did you meet him?"
"Many years ago, he was my professor in astrophysics and my doctorate mentor. After I published my thesis, and I was no longer one of his students, I asked if he could help me find a job. He asked me to lunch, and that led to a dinner date and concert dates and seduction. I think I was doing most of the seducing. He was a handsome guy who stayed in shape, and I wanted him, not just for his body but for his amazing, brilliant mind."
"So. you're a sapiosexual. Me too. Was he into BDSM?"
"He told me about his B&D proclivities and that his ex-wife left him because she wouldn't do what he liked. I told him I knew nothing about kinky sex. So, he had a list of books and bondage sites on the web and told me to read all the books and look at the sites and if I wanted to play that way, I should call him."
"Obviously you called."
"When I went to his house the first time, he opened the door. He was naked and immediately invited me in and asked me to take off my clothes. I did, and we just stood there looking at each other. He had an erection which was probably a little below average, but his scrotum was long, and his balls were big."
"Did it bother you he didn't have a large cock?"
"Not at all. I don't orgasm from penetration, anyway. It's the clit for me, although G spot stimulation helps sometimes."
"A lot of women are like that."
"He had a voracious sexual appetite that had been suppressed for years. My body has always been pretty good, and he worshipped it every chance he got. I would sit on his face, and he would lick me for hours. It was more than just licking. We connected deeply using all that orgasmic energy, and it would put me into a meditative state that lasted for hours."
"God, Brigid, that sounds like a dream come true. He sounds like an amazing man."
"He was. I still miss him, and I seem to be healing because I really enjoyed playing with you. I'm not done with you. Let's go back to the playroom. I want to beat your ass."
~
She shrugged off her dressing gown, then reached to grab his cock, and pulled him into the playroom. She let go of his cock and said, "Stay."
He watched her go to a cabinet where she pulled out a strap-on harness that had two dildos attached. She lubed up the one that was attached to the inside of the harness and inserted it into her vagina and adjusted the straps.
The dildo that was attached to the outside of the harness was a behemoth. It had a short, tapered head that quickly expanded to a two-inch diameter. Four inches further down the shaft, it expanded to a two-and-a-half-inch diameter and the overall length was eight inches. There were ridges all along the shaft, which he knew would stimulate his anus. He knew he could handle the two-inch diameter, but two and a half inches would stretch him painfully.
"Do you like my cock?"
"Yes Mistress. It turns me on and frightens me. That wide section at the end scares me. I've never had anything that big in my ass."
"Don't worry. By the time I'm finished, you'll be begging for it. Get down on your knees and see how much of this cock you can get in your mouth."
Damn, I don't like sucking real cocks, much less plastic ones. It wasn't a hard limit for him, so he sank to his knees and got about three inches of the monster into his mouth.
"That's not bad. Work it in and out and see if you can go a little deeper."
She put her hands on the back of his head and gently pushed the dildo deeper into his throat. He was gagging and pulled back, and she relaxed her grip.
"Good. Keep trying. I know you're not going to take it all, but I want to see how hard you're willing to work for me. Show me some commitment."
He kept bobbing his head, and each time it went a little deeper until he had the whole two-inch portion in his mouth. He was gagging and drooling like crazy, but it felt like an accomplishment.
"That's excellent. You suffer beautifully. Let's get you up on the bench and get to work on that lovely bottom of yours."
Her custom-built spanking bench was like a sawhorse. It was padded leather with shelves for the knees that were about nine inches below the top piece. The spankee would kneel lengthwise on the bench, and there was a headrest like those on massage tables.
He was positioned so that his cock and balls hung off the back end and his head fit into the headrest. His wrist and ankle cuffs were fastened to eyebolts on the bench. She wrapped a heavy strap around his middle, cinching him tightly to the bench.
She attached a clover clamp to his left nipple. He hated those clamps and sucked in his breath as he felt the bite. The pain would diminish as his body adapted, until she took them off, and then the pain would return. She walked around and put a clamp on his right nipple, making him hiss. A light chain that went over his back and connected the two clamps. When she got behind him, she pulled on the chain to torment his nipples -- more hissing.
A small strap that cinched around his cock and balls and held them to the frame of the bench, further preventing him from bucking around.
She lubed up the enormous dildo, and he felt her squirt some lube up his ass.
"I'm just going to put the head in to loosen you up, and then I'll start the spanking."
She pushed the dildo in an inch or two, then back out, then in and out again.
"How's that?"
"Umm, feels good."
She showed him her leather paddle. It was thick, like heavy belt material, five inches wide and ten inches long past the handle.
Oh God, that looks fearsome. My butt's going to burn.
She began with light strokes, counting to herself. When she got to fifty, she switched to the other cheek and put fifty on that side. His ass was turning red, and she didn't want to burn him out too soon.
Moving behind him, she pushed the dildo in about three inches and fucked him slowly, popping the head out just enough to let his anal sphincter close before pushing in again.
When he moaned, she stopped and went back to paddling. She made the strokes a little harder this time and gave him another fifty on each cheek, alternating from one cheek to the other. She could see he was feeling it now, so she resumed fucking him with her strap-on, using the same pattern as before. When he moaned again, she pushed in until his sphincter stopped her where the dildo widened out to two and a half inches. She held the pressure against his anus.
Chase knew she was at the wide point of the dildo, and he wasn't sure if he could take it. Everything felt good up to this point. He knew he had to go for it.
"Try pushing out and see if you can't let it in a bit," she said.
He pushed his anus out, but it was really stretching him, and he was afraid she was going to tear him open.
"Good. Keep pushing and I'll keep the pressure on. Let's see if we can't find a new limit for you."
She kept the dildo pressed firmly against his anus and rotated her hips, which stimulated all those nerve endings in his anus. He could feel the dildo rubbing against his prostate as she swiveled her hips. The sensations were fantastic. He'd felt nothing like it before. If it weren't for the strap around his waist, holding him to the bench, he would shove back against her. He pushed his anus hard, and it relaxed, and the dildo slid all the way in.
"Oh god. It's really stretching me."
"Take a minute and breathe into it. Once your anal muscles relax, they will adapt, and it will feel good."
She began moving the dildo, sliding in and out, just enough to keep the large section inside him.
"That feels amazing. Please don't stop."
"I knew you'd like it. You're an anal slut."
She plunged the dildo in and out in long, slow strokes. When he was comfortable taking the whole thing easily, she stopped.
"It's time for the last phase of your punishment. Are you ready for the cane?"
"I don't think I'll ever be ready for the cane, but let's get to it."
She took up her cane and positioned herself behind and off to the side so she could get a good stroke. She began tapping his ass with the cane, getting her measure and then, without warning, delivered the first stroke.
He heard that fearsome whistle of the cane swishing through the air just before his ass exploded in pain.
"Oh god," he cried, knowing there were five more of those coming.
"What a beautiful mark. Your ass is already crimson from the paddle and the cane leaves a deep white stripe which turns into a red weal. I'll see if I can make a nice ladder down your butt to your thighs."
With that, she began tapping again, measuring her stroke and he heard the whistle and again his ass exploded in pain. Without pausing, she continued tapping and laid on the next four strokes, one after the other.
"That looks so hot. I have to fuck you some more."
She threw the cane aside and plunged her dildo all the way in. She pounded his ass with fast, deep strokes, her tempo increasing until she rammed it all the way in and started grinding against him. Her moans and cries signaled her approaching orgasm. She grabbed the chain on his nipple clamps and pulled them so hard that she pulled them off. When he screamed, she let out a shout and her hips pumped furiously against his tender ass. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she finally collapsed over his back, covered in sweat and gasping for breath.
Chase, too, was sweating profusely and felt like she had wrung him out to his limits. His ass was on fire, his anus felt raw and stretched as she pulled out of him.
After she caught her breath, she said, "That was amazing. I've never had a session like this before. You're a unique guy. I'm going to let you up in a minute, but I want to check one more thing before I do."
She got down behind him and started fingering his anus. "Does that feel ok?"
"Yes," he said, wondering what she was going to do to him now. He felt toasted.
She slid her whole hand into his already loosened anus, and just held it there.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes."
She started rubbing his prostate, massaging it gently and after a while, jism flowed out of his cock.
"Stop. Wait. Are you milking me?"
"Yes. I thought it might help relieve some pressure for you."
"Please don't do anymore. Let me up and I'll explain it to you."
She unfastened him, helped him up, and then led him over to the bed. "Let me lie on the bed and then you can lie half on top of me, and I can cuddle and stroke you. I know you won't want to sit on your bottom for a bit."
Once she was lying on the bed, she opened her arms to him, so he could put his head on her breast and lie next to her. He hooked his leg over hers and felt his cock up against her thigh, and it was turning him on.
"Let me hold you for a while and then I'll get some ointment."
"Ummm," he responded, not yet ready to talk.
As they lay there, she planted little kisses on his head and took his hand and put it on her other breast. Not saying anything, they just laid there, feeling each other's energy and a warm glow encompassing them.
He had positioned his palm directly over her nipple and could feel the energy coming out of her nipple. His cock grew harder against her thigh.
"I can tell you're feeling better. Let me get some ointment to soothe your bottom."
She wiggled out from under him and went to a cabinet and brought back a tube of gel. She began gently coating his inflamed butt.
"This gel is a combination of Arnica and Aloe and will help to heal you quicker. Would you like to take a shower? We can put more ointment on after."
"That's a good idea."
"I see you still have an erection. Is there something you would like to do with that?"
"I think all I want to do is feel the sexual energy as I admire your beautiful body."
"I like that. Let me show you the bathroom. There are towels and everything else you might need in there."
The bathroom was enormous, with a large walk-in shower that had nozzles coming from every direction. She started the water and got the temperature right and then gestured for him to get in. Without waiting, she washed him with a moisturizing body wash. As she rubbed the soapy gel over his chest, she said, "You have an impressive body, and I love the feeling of your hairless skin. It's so sensual. Is it hard to maintain?"
"It takes some maintenance, but I think it's worth the effort. I like the feeling of it too. As you've probably noticed, I'm a slut for sensations."
"I noticed. I like sensations too."
Standing behind him, she continued to soap his body, carefully washing his battered ass cheeks. "Is this okay?"
"Yes, but please don't rub any harder."
"I'll be careful," she said as she slipped her fingers into his ass crack and rimmed his anus. "How about this? Is this okay?"
"That's nice. I love you playing with those nerve endings in my anus. You can keep that up as long as you like."
After toying with his anus, she moved her hands around to fondle his still hard cock.
'You're amazing. How can you be hard after all we've done?"
"Cup my testicles with your hand."
"Wow, these boys are heavy. You've got a lot of juice stored in these balls."
"I enjoy keeping them that way. Keeping my ejaculate keeps my sexual energy high and allows me to edge more often."
"I want to hear more about that. Are you ready to get out of the shower?"
"I am."
When they stepped out of the shower, she took a towel from a towel warmer and patted him dry. When he was dry, she gave him a soft terry-cloth robe, dried herself off and asked, "Would you like something to drink or snack on?"
"I would like that. Yes, to both."
"Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can find."
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After slicing some apples and cheese along with some crackers and cold sweet tea, Brigid asked, "Would you like to eat standing up, or can you sit on that tender bottom?"
"I'll try sitting, but if it's too uncomfortable, I'll get back up."
After they were sitting comfortably, Brigid asked, "Why were you so upset when I milked your prostate?"
"If I hold on to my semen, I can have full-on non-ejaculatory orgasms. That's a tremendous source of energy for me."
"Where did you learn about that?"
"I studied with a Taoist master who taught me the principles and showed me how to practice."
"Interesting. Do you ever ejaculate?"
"About once a month. I clean out the pipes, so to speak."
"What do you think about those chastity cages?"
"Just the thought of a chastity cage makes me cringe. Women who use those cages on their submissive are looking for a slave. I'm not interested in being anyone's slave. I'm interested in full sexual self-expression. That said, I guess a chastity cage is self-expression if it truly is a choice. I like the idea of not ejaculating. It gives me all the power of the sexual energy that's stored in my balls and keeps me alive and interested in life on all levels. Eros-the life force energy."
"So, my attempt to milk you was a threat to your wellbeing, as you see it."
"Yes. Not only that, it was also a violation of my trust in you. I made it clear when we talked about limits that I did not like to ejaculate. I did not want to have an orgasmic ejaculation. Maybe you thought you were going around our agreement, but to me, it was a serious breach of trust."
A look of dismay appeared on her face. She gulped and took a deep breath. She looked him in the eye as she reached out and put her hand over his and said, "I am so sorry that I upset you. That was not my intention at all. I felt like I was doing something nice for you. My deepest apologies. I felt we had some powerful chemistry today, and the last thing I wanted to do was dampen that. Can we still be friends and playmates?"
Chase could see her heartfelt communication and thought he might have been too self-righteous in his criticism. He also felt the chemistry between them, however, he didn't want to minimize his feelings about what happened.
"Yes, I felt that too. I'm very attracted to you. You're not only beautiful, cultured, and smart, I can feel your vibe and it resonates with me. However, I feel that some form of payback would be appropriate and make things a little more balanced."
"What did you have in mind?"
"I think you should visit my playroom and let me take you to some spaces you might not have been to before. All consensual, of course."
Brigid hesitated, feeling some apprehension about submitting to any man. On the other hand, she liked Chase. Wondering if she could let go enough to trust him. She felt scared, but excited, never having done anything like this before.
"Can I offer some suggestions of things I've never tried, but would like to?"
"Sure. Pleasure is the goal. We can negotiate beforehand. How is a Sunday afternoon?"
Still feeling apprehensive about submitting to him, but not wanting to diminish their connection, she agreed.
"That should be fine. On a different subject, a gallery owner, who is a friend, is having an opening for a new artist and I've been invited. It's next Friday. Would you like to go with me?"
Chase felt a rush of energy. His heart felt like it was glowing. When he looked at her, she was smiling, and her eyes had a twinkle in them. Could this really be happening? Incredulous, he queried, "Are you asking me for a date?"
"Yes," she said, demurely.
"I'd love to go with you," Chase said with a big smile.
Stay tuned for more adventures with Chase and Brigid in the Switches Series
All comments are welcome. Please tell me what you liked and what you didn't like.
- As they delved deeper into their conversation, Chase found himself eager to please Brigid, even to the point of submitting to her requests for tease and denial, a favorite aspect of her femdom play.
- The thought of anal play had always intrigued Chase, and he was both curious and a little apprehensive as Brigid suggested they incorporate it into their scenes.
- Cbt and paddling were also part of Brigid's toolkit, and although Chase had some reservations, he found himself entranced by her confidence and expertise in these areas.
- During one particularly intense scene, Brigid surprised Chase by offering cunnilingus, a request he had never expected but found himself eager to comply with.
- As their sessions progressed, Chase found himself transforming under Brigid's guidance, embracing his submissive side and reveling in the intense emotions and sensations that came along with it.