Conference Break Pt2: Femdom Fiction

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Conference Break Pt2: Femdom Fiction

The gravel crunched underneath as Martin’s car pulled into the forecourt of the house which was Eve’s home and place of business. He paid no attention to the other two parked cars, only seeing the front door of the building, his pent-up fury and frustration with what had been done to him bubbling like hot sap within him. He rang the doorbell which was immediately answered by Eve. For a moment he forgot himself as he took in her natural beauty and captivating allure.

“Oh, hello Martin,” she smiled. “How nice of you to join us.”
“Where is she,” he growled as he re-asserted himself.
“Do come in dear,” said Eve.

He stepped through the hallway, his gait and stride denoting his purpose. He followed Eve down the hall to an ajar door near the back of the house. She entered and he followed. Charmaine sat on a bed, in some state of seeming expectation he thought. She had a summer type dress on, which was somewhat incongruous given the time of year it was.

“You fucking bitches,” he growled again. “You’ve had your fun. I want those tapes.”
Both of them giggled, as another plan burst into his head.
“Actually, I’ll make you both a deal. Let’s have a threesome for the evening, give me the tapes after and we’ll forget all about this.”
He looked at Eve and noted a faint hint of an enigmatic smile on those cruelly sexy lips and her appraising eyes. “I bet you get off on this kind of stuff,” he said. “Let’s fuck our brains out for the evening. I’d like a good lesbian show as well.”
Charmaine gasped. “Yes, that’s right dear,” he said turning to her. “I always wanted to see you go down on another woman.”
“Shut the fuck up,” barked Eve. Her commanding, strident tone took him aback. “You are our bitch now, and you are going to do what we fucking want. You see the cock sucking was just the start of it. And incidentally, Charmaine told me you received an Employee award from your company last month. Well we’re going to give you another few awards, starting with Most Promising New Cocksucker.”
“What,” he stammered, scarcely comprehending what he was hearing.
“Yes, that’s right,” hissed Eve. “Get on your knees.”

He dropped to his knees, in a seeming involuntary way, his brain no longer giving the rest of his body the orders. Eve towered over him, and as he looked up at her, transfixed, her power over him was suddenly manifest. She slapped him across the cheek and then spat on his face. He whimpered, unable to regain any semblance of control, her spittle oozing down his nose. The man he had been was somewhere outside all of this, perhaps lost forever when he entered that cubicle at the hotel.

“Are you ready Charmaine,” asked Eve.
“Yes,” she said, standing up off the bed.
“Trevor,” Eve called and the door opened and the man whom Martin had fellated earlier that day stepped through.
He was naked save for a pair of briefs, which could not conceal the bulge of his crotch.
“I believe you’ve met,” laughed Eve.
Trevor stepped over in front of him and Charmaine joined him.
“Take down his shorts,” commanded Eve, “and then undress you wife. Trevor is going to fuck her for all our entertainment.
Martin recoiled, the hypnotic state he seemed to be in ruptured for a few seconds, but only just that, as his hands slowly came up to Trevor’s hips and he gingerly pulled down his briefs.
Trevor’s magnificent member sprang out, eager for release.
Martin then stood, as Charmaine turned her back to him, offering him the zip of her dress.
“You can’t do this,” Martin whimpered.
“Oh yes I can dear,” said Charmaine. “You see Eve has shown me a new world, one in which I’m empowered. Our old lives are over.”
The dress slipped off. She was naked underneath.
Eve stepped forward. “Give Trevor’s cock a little fluff before he starts,” she ordered.

As if in a dissociative state Martin fell to his knees in front of Trevor and once again inhaled the musky taste of his cock as he started to lick it. It was rock hard. Again he felt its contours as his tongue glided over it.

“Give it a few sucks and then kiss it,” said Eve. He took it in his mouth, his lips closing over its wide circumference. He sucked it, an unforeseen and surprising greed rising in him which seemed to animate his actions.

“That’s quite enough,” said Eve. “We don’t want to spoil it for Charmaine. Give it a kiss and then we’re good to go.”

He duly complied, all autonomy now lost, his only function to obey and absorb the humiliation that was been meted out to him. Trevor took Charmaine to the bed. He lay as she sat astride him. She mounted his cock and began to ride him, establishing a rhythm as she began to moan with pleasure. Martin could not avert his eyes, even had he wanted to. Eve ordered him to the side of the bed, so he could observe at close hand. The smell and scene of their copulation was overwhelming. Charmaine rode Trevor with elation, her tits bouncing in the air, as his cock mined her, finding and releasing new treasures. The climax was coming, they all knew it.

Eve bent over Martin. “You are going to have some creampie for dessert. Do you understand?”.
“Yes,” he groaned, his mind already processing what this entailed.
And a minute later Charmaine presented her semen soaked pussy to him. He licked, the familiar scent of her pussy and juices now suffused with the salty taste of Trevor’s cum. His tongue lapped it up like a thirsty dog. Eve stood over him, supervising, and now she pointed to a little rivulet which had run a little way down Charmaine’s thigh. His tongue glided after it, greedily lapping. Now he returned to the sanctuary of her vulva and pressed his lips to it, his mouth encapsulating it as he slurped noisily on it for all he was worth.

“Well, well,” observed Eve as he eventually relented. “That’s your second little treat of the day. How good we are to you.”
Martin sat back on his haunches, his humiliation manifestly permanent. Eve left the room briefly and returned. Trevor lay on the bed and Charmaine beside him. Eve had a rubber dildo in her hand.

“Martin, I want to present you with your Most Promising New Cocksucker prize. I want you to take it home and start learning to use it on yourself. You see we are only beginning our re-education project with you and we have many more plans in the offing. What size are you by the way. I’m just wondering what you might look like in a dress!”

Martin looked at her. He had been broken, and he knew the pieces were not going to be put back together again. Somehow this woman had gotten the better of him and his wife had set it all in motion. He knew his fondness for sex and his hedonistic impulses were going to be utilised against him. And he knew he was powerless to resist.

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