FebDom Buddy – Expression Of Interest
Copyright (C) 2017 by Trikki Watson 20 December 2017
Missing Out
Mistress Magenta did like being a dominatrix. What woman wouldn’t? Sure, there were clients she didn’t like, and some BDSM activities she didn’t much care for but all in all, it worked out.
After doing it for a dozen years she decided she wanted sex more often and without the fuss she’d been putting up with. She’d do the Tinder thing and more often than not it would end badly when it got round to ‘so what do you do for a job’ and the truth came out. She was a rotten liar.
Boyfriends and ‘partners’ had eluded her and there seemed to be little chance of a husband on the horizon.
Hence, after some thought and discussion with Mistress Tish, she decided she wanted a fuck buddy. Someone she could call on to sort out her needs then he would go away till she called him again.
Since she was a dominatrix and he would be the buddy, she wanted a ‘FemDom Buddy’ and that felt reasonable.
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Looking For Options
“Tish,” she said when they were both between clients and relaxing in the staff room of SatisfactionX, I’ve been thinking of getting a fuck buddy, or two. You ever think about that or are you in a relationship?”
Mistress Tish was younger, taller, slimmer with a great rack and decidedly gorgeous. They got on very well, always had. She’d trained Tish and even given her a few sub-sessions when the need took her. Now Tish was a mistress in her own right with an admirably large client base.
“Magenta, no. No relationship. I don’t seem to crave one at present. My mechanical friends and the occasional sub-session from you, with thanks, satisfy me at present. You’ve not thought of using a client?”
Magenta shook her head quickly, “No. I quite like Darryl, you know, your client but I’ve got a rule about dating clients.”
“Yeah,” Tish said, “Me too. It could so easily get out of hand. I like Darryl too but he’s a bit old for me. I was thinking of setting him up with Robyn. You know Robyn. She screams and swears a lot when I giver her corporal. They’re a good match I would have thought.”
She was surprised. “I hadn’t thought of that. Anyway. A fuck buddy is what I’m after. Know anyone for some no strings attached simple sex on a semi regular basis?”
Tish shook her head, “Nope, not a one. You could ask Angel and Tara but I don’t like your chances. That leaves dating web sites then. Good luck with that. You’ll get prisoners looking for someone for conjugal visits, men in other countries. All sorts answering you.”
“I was thinking of a fairly specific advertisement somewhere, no idea where. I’ll let you know how I go,” she said.
Tish grinned, “sure, please do, I like a Greek tragedy every now and then.”
She shook her head quickly from side to side, “Nope, not the Greek way for me,” she laughed. “I actually like being on the giving end, not the receiving end of that.” She chuckled, “Pegging will be a mandatory condition I’m thinking. It has its advantages particularly when I want seconds.”
Tish laughed.
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The Advertisement
She chose a web site that catered to the fuck-buddy scene by doing matching and introductions. She could have signed up for free but there was very little input she could give and hence, she’d have a lot of wasted time weeding out the good from the bad. She decided a fifty dollar advertisement running for a month would have a better strike rate.
“Professional dominatrix requires a buddy. Age 25 – 40, athletic to medium build. Athletic performance mandatory. Must accept Mr Peg, bondage, discipline and give good head. Fun times guaranteed. Negotiable hours. Must include sensible pic, job industry, well written letter. Applications with inappropriate pics and lack of information will be binned. Neatest correct entries will be given an evaluation.”
She included a pair of pics, one of herself in jeans and sneakers out on a shopping trip she’d done with Tish. The other in the dungeon with her in fetish gear, holding a cane. It left very little to the imagination.
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The Replies
She got nearly two dozen replies. Of those she instantly deleted four. They were from cretins who thought a dick-pic with salacious and downright rude comments were appropriate. She sent them a simple email, “Cretin. Do not contact me again. You didn’t read my advertisement. Go away.”
A few were well and truly in the wrong age and ‘shape’ range. A sixty year old man with a huge pot belly was clearly wrong. “Sorry, no can do. You don’t fit my criteria.” That sorted them out.
A few had tattoos and they weren’t the greatest writers, and a few were quite frankly, totally unattractive. Those she let down with, “Sorry. Not quite right.”
That left a few she emailed back and forward. She rejected a few who were clearly after a one-night stand and not what she wanted. A few were genuinely stupid making her wonder if that was good or bad.
That left four. An engineer. An advertising exec. A programmer and chef. They all showed promise and the chef, with the thought of sumptuous meals cooked for her, was a leading contender. She was thinking naked, well whipped butt, in an apron cooking her a meal then with him on his knees giving some dreamy licking afterward. That would work.
She emailed each of them, “You are short listed. Arrange what you believe is a suitable dinner venue,” and she gave a different night to each, each two days apart. She also included a pic of herself in lingerie with the caption, “Yours to win, yours to lose.”
Thankfully none of them sent a stupid dick-pic back.
The engineer sent a pic of himself on a building site with high visibility vest over his suit, and the caption, “looking to build something” which she quite liked.
The chef sent a picture of a cake with him behind it, “I’m sweet but non-fattening.” Which wasn’t bad.
The programmer sent a pic of himself at his work space, “Hoping this computes,” which was weak but acceptable.
The advertising exec had himself in a collage of photos artfully arranged, himself with a suit and bow tie, in bathers, seated at a table for a candle-lit dinner, with boots on mowing the lawn, on the beach with the sun glasses and a newspaper, “all things to all people, but the best things with the best people,” and she didn’t mind that at all.
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First Vetting
“Ralph,” she said sitting at the nice table in Vincenzo’s, an Italian restaurant she knew and had been to a few times, “This is nice.” It was mid to high-range, intimate and genuinely nice, “A good choice. So why does an advertising executive want a buddy? You’re young enough and handsome enough to attract a suitable full time woman surely.”
“Maureen,” as that was the name she’d given and in fact her real name, “I’m busy. I’ve done the dating, the courting, the move in together thing then it gets very old very quickly. I’m after company, good company and some fun times every now and then. I like my own space and I like coming home to an empty house I’ve made my own, but I would like to share every now and then.”
She liked how he didn’t bounce her with a question, just answered hers and let her continue.
“OK,” she said, “I can understand that. What about me being a dominatrix. Is that a turn on, off, or no clue. Ever played with one? Done a session or two maybe? Got any special things you like?” She grinned at him, “Now’s the time to let it all out. You don’t say, it won’t happen in play.”
He looked surprised, a little lost almost. “No, never done it. I looked at your website and it was amazing. I was tempted to self amuse, if you know what I mean just looking at your site. The whole BDSM thing, fetish, I do find interesting and I’d love to try it.”
She made a snap decision. He was worth the full and in depth interview she’d planned.
She smiled, “So, not taking things into your own hand is a bonus and I do like a man with a full tank and plenty of self control. Now, you need to be comfortable with me taking a firm hand. I will tie you up, use you, then give you a nice little red bottom while you get a second head of steam. Then I will use you again. It will be challenging and if you are a good boy, oh so fulfilling. Are you up for it?”
He looked stunned then very pleased, “You weren’t kidding. This is a full interview then?” He had a nice turn of phrase also, not a cheap shock crude language man. She could have some nice conversations with him when he wasn’t gagged or had a face full of herself.
She smiled, “Of course. Now eat up. A girl has her needs and you’ll be thinking of me when you sit on a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Ralph grinned.
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Show Me The Money
Back at her place she walked Ralph into her lounge room then turned to face him. “Kiss me,” she said.
Well, she’d be telling Tish he was a very good kisser. The embrace, the gentle fondle with the roving hands and the considerate way he went about it made her confident she’d chosen well.
“Clothes off,” she said as he came up for air.
Quickly he was naked. She roved her eyes over him taking in his reasonable level of fitness and an erection that was straining, pointing at her and looked quite uncomfortable for him. Perfect.
She reached under her dress then pulled down her knickers and stepped out of them. She lifted them up to Ralph and put them under his nose, “Smell anything you like,” she said watching the lust on his face as he nodded.
She walked back to the settee then sat, lifted her dress then pointed. “Kneel Ralph, show me your technique.”
Ralph leaped the two steps then threw himself to his knees. She closed her eyes as she leaned back, pushed her hips forward as Ralph ran his hands over her thighs. She smiled as she felt something soft and warm run over one side of her thigh, skirt her vagina, run over the side of her bush them move up past her clit then dive into the soft area there and circle, hitting her clit and driving her wild. Then it moved down the other side and this time circled her vagina and teased the entrance, rimming her.
“Yes,” she gasped, “Yes, yes, more,” she added sighing out the words. She hadn’t had this in a long time, not this good. It took Ralph a few minutes, moving his tongue up and down and fleetingly caressing her then diving inside, moving in and out, then circling her clit and taking it into his mouth before she climaxed. When she did come, it was a good one, the blood leaving her face for a moment, her head going back with the ‘little death’ as the French called it.
She lay back on the settee, Ralph with his hands on her upper thighs as he slowly gave her some long slow strokes, finishing her off nicely with his tongue.
When she was recovered, she looked down then pulled Ralph’s head up, “Not bad, not bad at all. Lets move on in.” She stood on shaking legs, took Ralph by the hand then led him into her bedroom. “Nice,” she said looking down at his erection, “Let’s put him to work, I’ve got just the place for him.”
She took him to her bed then made him lay down on his back, “let’s get you all setup shall we.”
Off her side table and waiting, she took a leather belt then, “Feet first,” she said as she wrapped it round his ankles.
Ralph didn’t look to happy, she could see that, then, “Hey, what you doing?” he asked.
She finished his ankles, strapping the belt up tight then he started to struggle, looking to untie himself. That would never do.
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I AM a Dominatrix
She picked up the second belt, “Ralph, you saw my website. I’m a dominatrix. If you untie yourself, you leave now and you don’t come back. It’s that simple. If you lay back, I’ll tie you up properly then I will ride you just the way I want. Then, when that is done I will snuggle down till you recover then Ralph, I intend to make you rise to the occasion and we go again. That’s the deal. You choose. Now.”
He lay back, he looked at her, “I’m not so sure about this, it’s all going a bit fast you know.” He was looking more and more concerned.
She decided to up the ante. She put the belt down, she reached behind herself then took the zipper on her dress down. A few seconds later it fell to the floor leaving her in a bra and nothing more. She reached behind, undid the clasp then that too was quickly on the floor. She picked up the belt again, draped it round her neck so the ends hung over her breasts.
On the bedside table was one other belt she used for corporal at SatisfactionX. Mistress Tish was particularly belt oriented with her corporal and it was something that she’d also become taken with. Taking a nice wide belt off then giving a client a strapping just seemed so right. Tisk called it a ‘to the woodshed with mom’ type session.
She picked up her belt then put it round her waist, buckled it, then ran her hands over it as Ralph watched her, his erection pointing straight up. Seemed like someone else did like a well belted woman also judging by the reaction.
She smiled at him, shook her shoulders a little and just enough to get some action happening. “Anything you like here Ralph?”
“Christ,” he said, “I’m not sure.” He was looking challenged.
“Ralph, I told you what would happen. Did you think I was joking? I’m a dominatrix. This is what I do. Now, you either lay there, I put you into bondage then fuck your brains out or you go home. If you stay I will give you a spanking after we fuck. Are you a man Ralph? We fuck, you get spanked and I will use my belt. That’s the deal and if you get hard again I’ll let you on top for a change.”
She ran her hand over the belt to reinforce that a belting was not optional.
She put her hand down and stroked his cock for a moment then cupped his balls and held them firmly. He reacted strongly, lifting his chest up but she pushed him down. “Decide now Ralph. Fuck me or fuck off.” She smiled sexily, “If there is a next time Ralph, I’ll be pegging you with my strap on after the spanking. Ever had a pegging Ralph? After a spanking? It can really get the juices going.”
“Christ you really are a dominatrix. OK, I’m up for it.”
..continues..
