PussyCat Domme
Chapter 1
Before you begin reading please note:
I originally wrote a full length novel in 2014 based on my own Femdom journey. After re-reading parts of it I've decided to snip the good (sexy) bits and give them to you for free.
Pussycat Domme Sexy Scene 1 © by Rain Star
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Brian swiveled his chair around to face his best friend Ian.
They were sitting at Brian’s desk in his large home office in San Francisco. Ian spread his hands out on the cool oak desktop that Brian had made from salvaged wood for the hefty sum of twenty five thousand dollars.
Ian caressed the wood sensually. Brian laughed and became slightly aroused, shifting in his chair.
“Let me ask you Brian… Do you even want a girlfriend?”
Brian nodded his head as his light brown hair fell forward into his eyes. His boyish, charming good looks had carried him far in life. Distracted, he pushed the hair out of his eyes and flattened it against the top of his head.
“If you want a girlfriend, you have to do this.”
“Why can’t I get one the regular way.”
“And what way is that?” Ian turned to look at him, “at a bar? A club?”
Brian turned his eyes away. He knew Ian was right. Since his divorce three years ago Brian hadn’t found anyone he wanted to spend his life with and he trolled the bars and the clubs looking.
“But Ian, shouldn’t I be on one of the kink dating sites? Like Fetlife or Alt.com?”
“Sure, sure buddy, we can make you profiles there too but I think that if you stay on a vanilla site you will be able to practice interacting with women who don’t intimidate you.”
Brian’s mouth quirked up at the corner and he ran his broad hand through his hair again. His amber eyes misted over for a second.
“Stop thinking about her,” Ian snapped.
“How did you know? Oh forget it,” Brian got out of his chair and began pacing the length of his office. He was happy with the changes he’d made to his townhouse in the Castro. The only difficult thing he’d had to give up moving here was the possibility of a dungeon. But he could always rent one of those. He sighed. It wasn’t the same. Ever since he’d met the woman who had changed his life, even if she was paid for…
“Delilah wasn’t real Brian. She was who you paid her to be and she showed you how far you needed to be pushed.”
Brian stopped in front of a large picture window that looked out onto the city’s sunshine. “God loves gays” was the ongoing saying in the Castro because the sun shone here almost year round even when other parts of the city were socked in with fog.
“She was real to me Ian,” he looked back at his friend, and then shook his head, “you’re right, she never loved me.”
“Of course she didn’t love you. Not like you need someone to,” Ian rolled his eyes at his friend.
Brian knew he was still too raw over the ending of the arrangement and wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. The tree lined street dripped with laughter as men walked arm in arm. Brian loved living here. He could watch the world go by like a television show. The couples pushing strollers, the dogs. One couple with both a dog and a stroller stopped below his window and started kissing each other in the dappled cover of the Spanish Chestnut tree.
“She took me places I have only dreamt of, the way she cuffed me and caned me…” Brian was lost again in a reverie that had to play itself out.
“Look Brian, I get it. Well, I don’t get it because I’m a Dom not a sub, but I get that you finally discovered who you really are. After what, eleven years of marriage to a woman who thought oral was kinky?”
Brian tried not to laugh but Ian always did this to him. He turned everything into a joke while making his point loud and clear, in a way you couldn’t keep running and hiding from the truth.
“Now you know what you want. That’s the beauty of it Brian. You are on the top of the world at this exact moment. You want a sweet and seductive Mistress who can Top you. A woman who you can please day in and day out. A woman who loves you as much as you love her.”
“Is it possible?” Brian knew he looked like a lost puppy, shit he felt like one. All he wanted was the perfect woman for him and in a city with thousands of kinksters it shouldn’t be that difficult to find.
Ian patted the chair next to him, the one Brian had vacated and Brian walked over and sat back down next to his friend.
“Ok let’s see if any of the women who have recently responded to your profile on “Find Your Connection” are Mistress Right.
Brian nodded in confirmation even though he knew he didn’t have to. It was the sub in him, wanting to please.
Brian decided to practice with Ian, right then and there. What could it hurt. It felt more natural to him than breathing. “I’ll do whatever you say Master,” Brian told Ian, holding his head low and looking up at him through his dark eyelashes.
Ian laughed. “You know Brian, when you least expect it, I’m going to call your bluff.”
Brian turned crimson. Why not come clean? He knew he had everything to lose but his lust for Ian was obviously not going to subside anytime soon. “I’m not bluffing.”
Ian spun his chair around to face Brian, “Fine, let’s see how serious you are then.”
Brian’s heart surged, pounding so hard in his chest he thought for a moment that he may actually have a heart attack. He opened and closed his hands before giving up and wiping them down the front of his jeans.
The expression on Ian’s face changed. His friend was gone, in a second and what remained was someone different. Someone dark, mysterious, even sadistic. It was sexy as hell. “On your knees slave.”
Brian quickly dropped to his knees in front of Ian’s chair, careful not to look him in the eye. Brian’s cock was already started to swell at the thought of finally being able please his best friend.
Ian let go of the computer mouse he was holding and moved his hands down to Brian’s head where he latched onto Brian’s hair, tugging it hard. Brian groaned.
“I’ve been waiting over a year to see what your little mouth can do Brian, do you think you can take my cock?”
Brian tried hard not to drool but he was unsuccessful and a thin line of spittle came out of his mouth and landed on Ian’s shoe.
“Lick that up slave.”
Brian bent down and began licking Ian’s shoe, the leather tasted good in his mouth. He loved being humiliated and the throbbing of his cock proved it. It was getting uncomfortable in his pants but he didn’t dare ask for permission to remove them. If Ian was going to let him do what he was hoping for, Brian would deny himself pleasure for a month, at the very least.
Ian yanked Brian up by the hair. “Unzip my pants, now.”
He bent forward and busied himself with Ian’s buckle. It was a silver ordeal. He couldn’t wait to see Ian’s cock, he’d been fantasizing about this moment since they’d met, since their eyes had locked at the club that rainy night. Brian tried to work faster but Ian pulled his head up.
“Slowly slave, take your time, make me hard before you even get my pants off.”
He licked his lips again. This was torture and he loved torture. His own cock pressed painfully against his jeans and he moved his legs a little bit in order to massage himself. A groan escaped his lips and Ian pulled him upward by his hair. He had no choice but to follow.
“Straddle me sub.”
Brian groaned again and complied, throwing his legs over Ian and placing them between the arms and the back of the chair. “Let me see your face slut.”
He turned his chin up, still not making eye contact until he was told he could. Ian still had his hands in Brian’s hair and he pulled his head up and to the side before he let go and wrapped his hands around Brian’s neck. His eyes rolled back, he couldn’t help it, he loved to be strangled. Ian brought Brian’s head forward and placed his lips on Brian’s. The need he felt overwhelmed him.
He’d had zero human contact since Delilah had gone away, nearly six months earlier. His lips pressed heavily into Ian’s and his best friend forced his mouth open with his tongue. They began rocking back and forth rhythmically, pressing their cocks into each other and kissing deeply with a passion that Brian hadn’t known his friend possessed. Grinding. Kissing. Grinding. Ian’s hands moved to Brian’s back and he pulled Brian closer, shoving his tongue almost completely down Brian’s throat. As Brian gagged Ian moaned, a low deep sound, coming from within his throat and expanding outward. Brian’s heart raced faster, he had dreamed of making his friend moan like this.
Then Ian’s hands were back in his hair and he was yanking Brian back. “Look at me,” Ian demanded, his voice husky with lust.
He looked his friend in the eyes and Ian smiled, that genuinely happy smile that Brian had come to know and love. “Now slave, get back down on your hands and knees and suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. Was it Christmas?
~Written by Rain Star © 2014
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For personal schtuff, you can view my blog here and for 5-8K short stories (1 hour to 90 minute reads), check out my homepage, they're available in all the online stores and the first one is free!
I originally wrote a full length novel in 2014 based on my own Femdom journey. After re-reading parts of it I've decided to snip the good (sexy) bits and give them to you for free.
Pussycat Domme Sexy Scene 1 © by Rain Star
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Brian swiveled his chair around to face his best friend Ian.
They were sitting at Brian’s desk in his large home office in San Francisco. Ian spread his hands out on the cool oak desktop that Brian had made from salvaged wood for the hefty sum of twenty five thousand dollars.
Ian caressed the wood sensually. Brian laughed and became slightly aroused, shifting in his chair.
“Let me ask you Brian… Do you even want a girlfriend?”
Brian nodded his head as his light brown hair fell forward into his eyes. His boyish, charming good looks had carried him far in life. Distracted, he pushed the hair out of his eyes and flattened it against the top of his head.
“If you want a girlfriend, you have to do this.”
“Why can’t I get one the regular way.”
“And what way is that?” Ian turned to look at him, “at a bar? A club?”
Brian turned his eyes away. He knew Ian was right. Since his divorce three years ago Brian hadn’t found anyone he wanted to spend his life with and he trolled the bars and the clubs looking.
“But Ian, shouldn’t I be on one of the kink dating sites? Like Fetlife or Alt.com?”
“Sure, sure buddy, we can make you profiles there too but I think that if you stay on a vanilla site you will be able to practice interacting with women who don’t intimidate you.”
Brian’s mouth quirked up at the corner and he ran his broad hand through his hair again. His amber eyes misted over for a second.
“Stop thinking about her,” Ian snapped.
“How did you know? Oh forget it,” Brian got out of his chair and began pacing the length of his office. He was happy with the changes he’d made to his townhouse in the Castro. The only difficult thing he’d had to give up moving here was the possibility of a dungeon. But he could always rent one of those. He sighed. It wasn’t the same. Ever since he’d met the woman who had changed his life, even if she was paid for…
“Delilah wasn’t real Brian. She was who you paid her to be and she showed you how far you needed to be pushed.”
Brian stopped in front of a large picture window that looked out onto the city’s sunshine. “God loves gays” was the ongoing saying in the Castro because the sun shone here almost year round even when other parts of the city were socked in with fog.
“She was real to me Ian,” he looked back at his friend, and then shook his head, “you’re right, she never loved me.”
“Of course she didn’t love you. Not like you need someone to,” Ian rolled his eyes at his friend.
Brian knew he was still too raw over the ending of the arrangement and wrapped his arms around himself in a hug. The tree lined street dripped with laughter as men walked arm in arm. Brian loved living here. He could watch the world go by like a television show. The couples pushing strollers, the dogs. One couple with both a dog and a stroller stopped below his window and started kissing each other in the dappled cover of the Spanish Chestnut tree.
“She took me places I have only dreamt of, the way she cuffed me and caned me…” Brian was lost again in a reverie that had to play itself out.
“Look Brian, I get it. Well, I don’t get it because I’m a Dom not a sub, but I get that you finally discovered who you really are. After what, eleven years of marriage to a woman who thought oral was kinky?”
Brian tried not to laugh but Ian always did this to him. He turned everything into a joke while making his point loud and clear, in a way you couldn’t keep running and hiding from the truth.
“Now you know what you want. That’s the beauty of it Brian. You are on the top of the world at this exact moment. You want a sweet and seductive Mistress who can Top you. A woman who you can please day in and day out. A woman who loves you as much as you love her.”
“Is it possible?” Brian knew he looked like a lost puppy, shit he felt like one. All he wanted was the perfect woman for him and in a city with thousands of kinksters it shouldn’t be that difficult to find.
Ian patted the chair next to him, the one Brian had vacated and Brian walked over and sat back down next to his friend.
“Ok let’s see if any of the women who have recently responded to your profile on “Find Your Connection” are Mistress Right.
Brian nodded in confirmation even though he knew he didn’t have to. It was the sub in him, wanting to please.
Brian decided to practice with Ian, right then and there. What could it hurt. It felt more natural to him than breathing. “I’ll do whatever you say Master,” Brian told Ian, holding his head low and looking up at him through his dark eyelashes.
Ian laughed. “You know Brian, when you least expect it, I’m going to call your bluff.”
Brian turned crimson. Why not come clean? He knew he had everything to lose but his lust for Ian was obviously not going to subside anytime soon. “I’m not bluffing.”
Ian spun his chair around to face Brian, “Fine, let’s see how serious you are then.”
Brian’s heart surged, pounding so hard in his chest he thought for a moment that he may actually have a heart attack. He opened and closed his hands before giving up and wiping them down the front of his jeans.
The expression on Ian’s face changed. His friend was gone, in a second and what remained was someone different. Someone dark, mysterious, even sadistic. It was sexy as hell. “On your knees slave.”
Brian quickly dropped to his knees in front of Ian’s chair, careful not to look him in the eye. Brian’s cock was already started to swell at the thought of finally being able please his best friend.
Ian let go of the computer mouse he was holding and moved his hands down to Brian’s head where he latched onto Brian’s hair, tugging it hard. Brian groaned.
“I’ve been waiting over a year to see what your little mouth can do Brian, do you think you can take my cock?”
Brian tried hard not to drool but he was unsuccessful and a thin line of spittle came out of his mouth and landed on Ian’s shoe.
“Lick that up slave.”
Brian bent down and began licking Ian’s shoe, the leather tasted good in his mouth. He loved being humiliated and the throbbing of his cock proved it. It was getting uncomfortable in his pants but he didn’t dare ask for permission to remove them. If Ian was going to let him do what he was hoping for, Brian would deny himself pleasure for a month, at the very least.
Ian yanked Brian up by the hair. “Unzip my pants, now.”
He bent forward and busied himself with Ian’s buckle. It was a silver ordeal. He couldn’t wait to see Ian’s cock, he’d been fantasizing about this moment since they’d met, since their eyes had locked at the club that rainy night. Brian tried to work faster but Ian pulled his head up.
“Slowly slave, take your time, make me hard before you even get my pants off.”
He licked his lips again. This was torture and he loved torture. His own cock pressed painfully against his jeans and he moved his legs a little bit in order to massage himself. A groan escaped his lips and Ian pulled him upward by his hair. He had no choice but to follow.
“Straddle me sub.”
Brian groaned again and complied, throwing his legs over Ian and placing them between the arms and the back of the chair. “Let me see your face slut.”
He turned his chin up, still not making eye contact until he was told he could. Ian still had his hands in Brian’s hair and he pulled his head up and to the side before he let go and wrapped his hands around Brian’s neck. His eyes rolled back, he couldn’t help it, he loved to be strangled. Ian brought Brian’s head forward and placed his lips on Brian’s. The need he felt overwhelmed him.
He’d had zero human contact since Delilah had gone away, nearly six months earlier. His lips pressed heavily into Ian’s and his best friend forced his mouth open with his tongue. They began rocking back and forth rhythmically, pressing their cocks into each other and kissing deeply with a passion that Brian hadn’t known his friend possessed. Grinding. Kissing. Grinding. Ian’s hands moved to Brian’s back and he pulled Brian closer, shoving his tongue almost completely down Brian’s throat. As Brian gagged Ian moaned, a low deep sound, coming from within his throat and expanding outward. Brian’s heart raced faster, he had dreamed of making his friend moan like this.
Then Ian’s hands were back in his hair and he was yanking Brian back. “Look at me,” Ian demanded, his voice husky with lust.
He looked his friend in the eyes and Ian smiled, that genuinely happy smile that Brian had come to know and love. “Now slave, get back down on your hands and knees and suck my cock until I come down your throat.”
Brian’s eyes rolled back into his head. Was it Christmas?
~Written by Rain Star © 2014
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For personal schtuff, you can view my blog here and for 5-8K short stories (1 hour to 90 minute reads), check out my homepage, they're available in all the online stores and the first one is free!
