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Femdom story - Domina Claudia

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This encounter was the result of my answering an ad placed by a Frankfurt couple

in a contact magazine. They were looking for male or female sex slaves or

couples. I was staying alone in Frankfurt on a business trip, so I thought,

"what the hell? I'll give it try." I gave them a call and arranged to meet them

one Saturday afternoon.

Claudia is not a real young woman, probably between 35 and 40, perfect age for

her role. She seemed to be well educated, and spoke faultless English (my German

is not perfect, by any means). She is a tall woman, with blonde hair that was

pulled up tight and fastened in kind of a bun on the top of her head. She was

darkly tanned, and had an athletic look. She is definitely a dominant female.

Michael is even younger, maybe in his twenties, good- looking, but did not take

an active part in any of this. He was more like her servant. What followed will

probably seem like some wild fantasy to you, but I can assure you that "it

happened to me".

 

First they gave me a glass of wine, put some music on, and we talked. Claudia

told me that I would have to tell them in advance exactly where I would draw the

line, that is, what things were just too extreme. Because, she said, once we

were in the Studio, I wouldn't have any further choice. She was quite nice, but

also quite serious. In the Studio, I was told, I would not refer to her by name,

only by the title Mistress Domina or Madame Domina. I let them know that I was a

beginner at this, but I wanted the full experience. They assured me that while

there would be pain, there would be no injury. That was enough to satisfy me.

I was taken into the Studio, which had no windows and was lit only by numerous

candles. It was a room filled with the tools (or toys) of the trade. Harnesses,

stools, whips, chains, dozens of dildos in a wide array of shapes and sizes.

There was even a collection of English willow schoolmaster's canes (those things

sting like fire). I can imagine this room would be a dream-come-true to some, a

nightmare-come-alive to others. By this time, I was beginning to have serious

doubts about what I'd gotten into.

 

I was instructed by Claudia to undress completely, she would be back in several

minutes, and I was to remember not to address her by her name. She left me

alone, and I did exactly as she asked. Then I waited. Before long, my Mistress

returned. She had completely changed clothes, and now wore a black leather

corset, black gloves, no hose, but with tall spike heels (and I kid you not).

 

She was beautiful. She had loosened her long blond hair, and it fell well below

her shoulders. In her hand she carried a black riding crop.

"Are you ready?", I was asked.

"Yes", I replied.

"Yes, WHAT?", she demanded.

"Yes, Madame Domina!", I said.

"Good", was her reply, "do you like what I'm wearing?"

"Yes, Madame Domina".

"What is this?", she asked, firmly striking my penis with the riding crop.

"My dick, Madame Domina".

"Your what?"

"My dick, Madame Domina".

"That's not a dick", she said, "I call it a shit-thing." "What is this?", she

asked again, and gave my penis another firm blow.

"My shit-thing".

"Good, you learn fast", she said, but not smiling. I replied, "Thank you Madame

Domina".

"What do you do with that shit-thing?", my Madame asked me.

Confused, I could think of nothing to say. "Answer!", she said. All I could

think of was, "I use it to fuck".

"I don't think so", she said, "It's not big enough or hard enough. Make it

hard!" So I began to masturbate myself into an erection. "Do not come, do you

understand?", she said, "I will tell you when you can come." When I was just

about to shoot accidentally, she cried, "Enough!" Then she said, "Get down on

your knees". I obeyed. Then, still standing, she turned her back toward me,

placing her shoes about two feet apart. "Lick my feet", she demanded. I began to

lick her black leather shoes and the nearly 4 inch heels. She was trying to find

out if I had a shoe or foot fetish, I believe (and, incidentally, I do). After a

few minutes of this she stopped me.

 

"Steh auf! (Stand up!), follow me", she said, and led me to a device that

resembled a cross fastened to the wall. She shackled me into a spread-eagled

position, and believe me, I was completely helpless there; I could not have

escaped. Then she went to a table nearby and begin to pick up small clips and

weights, which she began to apply to my balls, my nipples, and the shaft of my

cock. She kept saying things to me, but I was in so much pain, I really don't

remember what she said. Did I enjoy this? I guess I have to say, yes I did. It

was definitely a new sensation to me.

 

 

She then stepped back to admire her work. Then she took her crop and began to

jiggle the weights, to make me squirm a little and took a picture of me. She

waited for a few minutes, peeled the backing off the photo, and held it up for

me to see. "If you're good, I'll let you keep this. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Madame Claudia", I replied. Suddenly she struck me across the thighs with

her whip, screaming, "You will not address me by name! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Madame Domina", I answered.

 

I was then unfastened from the cross, but the clips and weights were left on. My

Madame said, "Let's show Michael". I followed her out of the Studio and into the

living room of the house, where Michael was sitting on a couch. He seemed real

pleased to see me in this predicament. I was, of course, properly humbled by

being put on display like this. "Jump!", Claudia said. I jumped. Yes, it felt

about like you can imagine. "Again!... Again!...Again!" Finally, I was led back

to the Studio, where the little implements of torture were removed. This hurt

the worst, as the blood rushed back into the clipped skin. Ouch!

Next I was taken to the saw-horse-like device and shown how to mount it. There

was a hole in the leather padded top that allowed my dick to be exposed from

underneath. I was again tightly bound. I didn't know what was coming next, until

she approached the table on which the dildos were arranged.

 

She finally selected

a small one and brought it to me, holding it in front of my face. "Guess what

I'm going to do with this?", she asked. I didn't have to guess. I'm just

thankful that she had plenty of K-Y on hand. She lubricated the dildo and gently

inserted it into my anus, testing the resistance that she was going to meet. I'm

no stranger to anal sex, so it was an easy entry, and she said, "Oh, it's not

your first time, is it? Let's get a bigger Schwanz (German for cock, a "gummi

Schwanz" is a rubber cock, or dildo). So she selected one that was not only

longer (about 8 inches) but thicker as well. She gave me quite a fucking with

this one, then got another that was even larger. We went through 5 or 6 dildos,

and I was stretched to new dimensions. She was never rough, though, and I didn't

feel in any danger, I just enjoyed it. Every few minutes she would reach under

the stool to see if I was hard. I was like a flagpole.

"You've had your pleasure, now you must pay for it", my Mistress announced,

"we're going to see how much pain you can endure." She walked to the rack where

all the whips, paddles, and canes were kept. After making a careful selection,

she returned and instructed me that I would count from one to ten, each count

would be one blow. I could count only in German, and if I missed a count, we

would have to start over. Did I understand? "Yes, Madame Domina".

 

The whip fell. "Eins!", I cried. Again, this time a little harder. "Zwei!" A

third time, even harder. "Drei!" Now I understood, each lash would be harder

than the preceding. She was using the waver in my voice to gauge my pain. After

an irregular delay, the fourth blow. "Vier!" She would vary the rhythm, causing

me to feel suspense. Sometimes she would lay the whip on my red ass for several

seconds, then suddenly draw it back, and then withhold the blow. The

anticipation would almost make me cry out. We continued through the sequence.

 

"Fuenf!...Sechs!...Sieben!" She was an excellent flogger. "Acht!...Neun!"...and,

finally, "Zehn!" By this time, I was about to choke up, but I remembered her

warning that should I miss a count, we would begin again. But she wasn't

finished with me. Back to the rack, for another "Peitsche", or whip. Then begin

again at number eins. This went on until I'd felt the sting of most of her

whips, including her cat-o-nine, and the dreaded schoolmaster's canes. "Very

good!", she announced when she was at last satisfied, "you've done better than

most, I shall give you what you want."

"Thank you, Madame Domina".

  

  

I was released and taken to another leather covered table that was built like

the thing you sit on in a doctor's office, (or bend over, depending on your

complaint). I was made to lie on this, on my back and again bound hand and foot.

My Madame then took what I believe to be alcohol and began to rub it all over my

genitals. It was very cold, and unpleasant, because it burned like hell where

those clamps had been placed on my cock and balls. She then asked me, "have you

ever been told by a doctor that you have any type of heart problem?" "No, Madame

Claudia". "Then I want you to breathe something for me, it's going to make you

feel strange, if it's too unpleasant, let me know." She then held a bottle of

Rush to each of my nostrils in turn. I'm sure you know what Rush is. Then she

took a candle from it's holder and held it over my cock. I began to be a little

bit scared. She wouldn't set that alcohol on fire, or would she? I didn't ask

for that! She knew what I was thinking, because she was playing with my fear.

 

Then she tilted the candle and let the hot wax drip onto the underside of my

cock. It hurt but not too terribly, maybe because of the Rush, or maybe the

alcohol she rubbed on me. She wanted me to enjoy the sensation. She would drip a

little bit, wait, and then drip a little more. Like I said, not all bad. Finally

this little game, too, was finished.

 

I was again released and taken to a large leather chair and told to kneel in

front of it. Madame Claudia stood behind me where I couldn't see her. I could

hear her removing her clothes. When she came around me and took a seat in the

chair, I could see that she had removed her corset and gloves, and wore only

those incredibly sexy heels. Spreading her legs, she placed the fingers of both

hands on her pink cunt lips and spread them so that I could see into her wet

snatch. She was completely shaven! "You will eat me", she commanded. I didn't

wait. She was so fragrant and delicious. She gave me instructions while I licked

her. I would be told to lick slowly, then slightly faster, slower again, harder

or deeper. I did my best to please my Mistress. After many minutes of this

ecstasy, she stopped me and turned over in the chair so that her ass was thrust

toward me. She wanted her asshole rimmed. I was ready and willing. I couldn't

believe that this beautiful woman wanted my tongue in her shit-hole. I licked

and kissed that wonderful ass. It was intensely pleasurable! But this was not

the Finale.

 

"You lick me well", she said after what seemed to be a very long time, "I've had

enough for now". She turned back over and sat facing me in the chair. "Lick my

feet again", she instructed me. I began to lick those marvelous shoes again.

 

"How would you like to remove my shoes?", she inquired. "May I, Mistress?", I

asked eagerly. "Yes, you may". Slowly and carefully, I took each exquisite ankle

in one hand, and slipped each shoe off with the other. I don't know if you have

the slightest inclination toward women's feet, but believe me when I say that my

Madame has the most delicately beautiful peds I've ever seen, and she knew it. I

don't want to dwell on my particular fetish too much, but her nails looked like

they could have been professionally pedicured, and were neatly painted in a bold

shade of red. The skin of her feet was smooth and looked well cared for, and

they were clean. "Lick them", she repeated softly. I licked every inch of her

feet, gently between the toes, sucking each of those highly sensitive little

parts of her body. I'm sure she was enjoying every caress of my tongue. She had

me lick her ankles, and further up her legs. But she wanted me to concentrate on

her feet.

 

After I'd tongue bathed most of her lower body, she said, "Give me your cock." I

rose up on my knees and thrust my rigid cock toward her. She began to rub it

with her bare feet. I was ready to shoot any minute, and I guess it showed

because she said, "If you come, you will have to clean it up, do you

understand?" My answer was, of course, "Yes, Mistress". She kept massaging my

cock and balls with her lovely feet until finally, I just couldn't hold it. I

had an explosive eruption, shooting my semen all over her feet. After all that,

the relief was incredible. She waited until my orgasm had subsided and then

firmly asked me, "You remember what I told you, don't you?" I said, "Yes, Madame

Domina, I must clean up after myself". When I began to look around for a tissue

or something, she said, "You'll use your tongue". So that's how it ended; with

me licking my own thick spunk from Madame Claudia's feet and floor, and loving

it.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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