Chapter One excerpt

 

This is NOT a true story. It couldn't be - could it?

 

I want to make it clear that I didn't believe in Female Domination. Oh, don't get me wrong - I bought into the 'vision'. Amazonian women, already tall and well stacked, made taller and intimidating in sky high stiletto heels. Endless legs sheathed in sheer nylon and silk. Ultra feminine bodies wrapped and in some cases shrink wrapped in leather and latex. Gorgeous faces heavily made up, but snarling at a cowering male who is subsequently dragged to some kind of device, or maybe a cage and then subject to a life of 'abuse' and servitude. I bought into that vision. I'd get more than the slightest hard on at some of the pictures out there. Not even pornographic images, but images that were designed, taken and in some cases manipulated to show the feminine form in its most hyper-feminine light. Yes the women, or the Women, look sexual, of course they do. They're supposed to. But women like to look sexual, don't they? They like to be sexually attractive to the opposite, or the same sex. But then like hundreds of men before me thinking that this wasn't female domination at all, rather in reality this was all a case of pandering to the male sexuality and the male ego. These women not really Dominatrixes at all but rather, just women and in some case girls, bowing, or curtseying to the sexual kicks of the men in their lives. Playing little sex games and 'pretending' to be in charge. And then once the orgasms were all done, packing away the toys and the cuffs they had collected over the months or years before the 'wifey' went into the kitchen to do the dinner. I mean that was the 'reality' of Female Domination, right?

 

As for the Female Domination state - as for Female Supremacy and female led relationships as a way of life - I had a bit of a job coming to terms with that in my head. I'd often said that I could 'try' and live like that. Hey, I mean my own wife had the best legs on the planet, and she loved pencil thin stilettos - so I could immerse in that, to an extent. But I was pretty sure that by the end of the first day of my 'new life' I'd be pissed off with having to respond to a click of the fingers. I'd certainly not be too enamoured with having to lick dog shit off my other half's spiked stiletto heels before I was permitted to eat bread and water out of a dog's feeding bowls whilst my wife was taken out by an enormous black man for some fine dining. And then later that same night, to be chained up and be deliberately allowed to listen as the 'real man' gave her a seeing to. Nah - see, I was having problems with that. I could toss off to the thought. But once that particular fantasy was all done and dusted, I'd look through the latest Latex Play Wear brochure and choose an outfit for her to wear on our next sexual adventure. Maybe a Britney Spears inspired flight attendant outfit that would never makes its way onto a Qatar Airlines plane.. Or even the shiny monochrome schoolgirl outfit that made the wifey deliciously fuckable. I never quite could understand that - the sight of a mature woman poured into a 'uniform' that would never be allowed in a school in the real world, such a turn on but I could never understand why and I'd never been attracted to REAL schoolgirls for god's sakes. I could never understand it, and I never did because it was all in my head and that was where it stayed. Yeah call me kinky sure. But a slave? A lesser being than the all-powerful Female of the species. Nah - I wasn't buying that at all.

 

Chapter Six excerpt...

 

PrincessC smiled just before she took another drag of the cigarette. There was something in that smile. I knew there was something there but I didn't get it. It was her gorgeous smile but there was a wryness about it as well. As though she knew something that I didn't know. Or as though something was going through her head that she had no intention of sharing with me right at this time. She inhaled then exhaled before she responded.

 

"Oh you'll never be able to thank Me enough. But I do have a condition which you need to agree to before we act out this fantasy of yours."

 

She paused and she recrossed her legs again. My eyes following every nuance of that leg cross and her knowing it. Me rubbing myself at the sight of one, nylon sheathed endless leg crossing over the other. That rasping sound, nylon on nylon causing my cock to squeeze out more pre-cum as well as feed into that need for me to cum. Her knowing all of that as well. A condition - there was a chance that I could miss out in this fantasy act out if I didn't fulfil this condition. At the very least I had to find out what it was.

 

"Yes Princess of course. Please tell me what this condition is. I can only do my best Princess."

 

There it was that god forsaken submissive tone that just came from my mouth on auto.

 

"I only expect the best at all times slave. The condition is that you fund my London trip. You book and pay for the five star hotel in your name. You book and pay for my first class ticket. You furnish me with cash expenses for my trip. In return I will blow your mind in ways that you cannot even imagine."

 

And there it was. The hooker coming out. She would act out my fantasy and all I had to do was fund her trip south. She would blow my mind and all it would cost me was the best part of £5k. Even though I was on the verge of cumming I thought like this. And it didn't even bother me. I could fund her without a problem. It did mean that I was being taken that extra step. I had intended to call time on the whole thing but that plan had been blown the minute Godde$$inPink had contacted me again. I was going to do this Skype chat and then call time on PrincessC but she was now dangling the bait for me to chew on. There was not even the slightest chance that I would call time on it all now. Seeing what came next from the Godde$$ and then acting out this all-time fantasy with PrincessC would be the ideal swan songs. Then in a few months I would do a huge expose. I wouldn't be popular in the BDSM and fetish community, but ah, what the hell.

 

"Princess it would be my pleasure to fund the whole thing for You. Without exception. I have to say I'm very excited at the prospect. I didn't think I'd ever get to 'live' the fantasy."

 

PrincessC laughed. For the first time she laughed softly but genuinely and sincerely. That soft laugh sucked me in further.

 

"Oh there is one other thing."

 

My heart missed a beat or two. It could all slip away from me still.

 

"Yes Princess?"

 

"You don't get to cum. You don't orgasm. You don't ejaculate between now and then. That belongs to Me. Do you understand?"

 

I didn't even hesitate.

 

"I understand completely Princess. Not my orgasm. Yours."