"Victorious Women"
Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 1:40 pm
"Victorious Women" is a new Femdom novel by Dr Jane Foxx that I've recently finished editing and publishing:
Aunt Sharon was standing on the porch when Elise’s car came into the driveway of the rural farmhouse. Karin instantly saw that Elise’s aunt was a tall, slender woman. Sharon’s dark, gray-flecked hair was cut short, almost like a boy’s, while her lovely face showed only a few pleasure wrinkles around her eyes. Elise’s had said her aunt was almost 44, but it was difficult to believe. Sharon seemed very youthful in her manner, speech, and movements. She had a radiant smile for both of her female houseguests.
There were hugs and kind words exchanged by all three women, before Elise and Karin proceeded into the house with their overnight bags. “Just set your things here in the foyer,” Sharon told her guests, “I’ll see that Little Dick takes them up to your room.”
Sharon turned her attention toward a male figure kneeling in the corner with his head bowed to the floor. Karin surmised that he was Sharon’s submissive husband.
Richard was nestled quietly near the large, ticking clock in the foyer. The male figure was completely naked, except for a black sling that kept his genitals from being viewed.
In another moment, Sharon confirmed his identity by addressing him directly, as she pulled sharply on the leash connected to the leather collar fastened around his neck.
“Pay attention, Little Dick!” Sharon hissed in a sudden, authoritative voice. “We have two female guests staying with us for the weekend. I’m sure you remember my lovely niece, Elise. And this is her good friend, Miss Karin Krueger. I want you to greet the ladies properly. Recite for us the way you were taught, and no slip ups!”
Richard looked up at the two women for only a moment. Then, his eyes returned to the floor as he murmured, “My name is Little Dick, and I’m happy to meet you both.”
“Good!” Sharon responded. “Now, tell the ladies who you are, and what you do.”
“I’m my Mistress’s houseboy,” Sharon’s husband admitted. “I’m responsible for keeping the house clean, doing the laundry, cooking meals, and c-catering to…”
“Catering-to-ANY-of-my…,“ Sharon hissed when her Little Dick faltered.
“Catering to any of my Mistress’s whims!” Sharon’s houseboy blurted out. He seemed relieved to have finally gotten the words correct.
“All right, Little Dick!” Sharon replied with some undisguised exasperation in her voice. “You’re lucky we have guests, or I’d take you right to my workroom for more disciplinary training, right now! Carry the ladies’ bags to their room, and afterward, I want you to wax the tile in this foyer. It looks awful! Move your little ass!”
Obediently, Sharon’s husband hurried up the stairs with the women’s bags as his Mistress added, “Of course, we will discuss your speaking error later, you simple-minded twit!”
This was the first of many incidents that captured Karin Krueger’s full attention that weekend. Each occurrence had the strong flavor of female domination, and would be carefully recorded in the young woman’s private journal.
Over a cup of tea in the dining room, the three women sat comfortably to converse, while Sharon’s husband began dutifully attending to the tile floor in the foyer. Elise opened the conversation with: “Karin is greatly interested in learning as much as possible about the daily practice of female domination, and, Aunt Sharon, I thought you’d be the perfect woman to further encourage her.”
“Of course, my dear,” Sharon replied with a warm smile. “You’ve just seen a brief sample of how my proficiency has defined the limits of the relationship between my hubsub and myself. He knows what’s expected of him, and what will, and will not be tolerated. To be successful as a Mistress, the most important ingredient is for the female to be consistent with her demands, and whatever daily punishments she deems are necessary to keep reinforcing the status quo. For instance, in addition to his regular household duties and responsibilities, I have established Little Dick’s sleeping quarters in the attic. He eats from a doggy bowl on the floor in the kitchen. He is not ever allowed to question any of my commands or decisions.”
Later, Sharon took Karin and Elise on a tour of the lavishly decorated country home. While the rooms were all tastefully furnished, there was nothing too noteworthy, until the threesome came to two doors at the end of the long, first floor hallway. It was here that Sharon paused for a moment, before opening one of the doors.
“This is my primary workroom,” Sharon told her female guests. “I use it exclusively for dispensing punishment. You see the man-sized cage in the corner? Little Dick spends a lot of time in isolated meditation, when he isn’t busy cleaning up around the house. Also, take note of the sturdy winch on the wall, and the connecting chains that dangle from overhead. I have eyehooks imbedded in the floor and ceiling that keep a male’s wrists and feet restrained while I’m engaged in whipping and/or cropping him. Sometimes, I use the same equipment to suspend a male upside down. I also have an examination table with straps and foot stirrups. I often use the table for intense interrogations and explicit torturing of vital body parts! You might be surprised at the instant cooperation I can get out of any of them. In addition, I have a vinyl, padded horse for extended dildo play, and there’s also an assortment of enema equipment in the locked cabinet by the sink.”
“Do you punish other males besides your husband?” Karin asked.
“Yes, of course!” Sharon admitted. “Occasionally, a female acquaintance may contact me to indoctrinate her husband, or a wayward boyfriend, about the true meaning of female domination. It’s always a pleasure to assist another woman in finding herself. Actually, these are the vital lessons every female should be made aware of. Unfortunately, not enough women are emotionally passionate about fulfilling their true missions in life.”
Sharon continued, “For my most personal needs, in addition to Little Dick, I have another male slave. His name is Mario. He visits me on a regular basis. Mario serves as my trusty sex slave, but the young man knows he is never exempt from a visit to my primary workroom, if I’m ever displeased in his performance. He’s been in my workroom for corrective punishment a few times during the past year, but mostly Mario finds his correct place is in my bedroom.”
“If Mario is your sex slave,” Karin asked impulsively, “what enjoyment does your husband ever get from you?”
“That’s a reasonable question,” Sharon smiled. “The poor dear DOES have feelings, I suppose. Let’s go into the next room, and I’ll explain.”
After opening the second door in the hallway, Sharon revealed, “I use this particular room with Little Dick for creating our splendid sessions of pleasure together. See the large, overstuffed chair? I had it placed in here for my own use. That recliner is very comfy, and used exclusively for most of my sexual escapades with Little Dick. It’s where I often stretch out to be orally serviced. This chair tilts back at just the right angle for me, and Little Dick’s head fits through the cutout in the footrest where just enough of the center has been removed. See? Then, I clip his slave collar to the eyehook at the front edge of the seat. That helps to keep his face in the ideal position for prolonged cunnilingus. When I’m ready to be orally serviced, I simply sit myself down on the comfortable seat, and find the correct angle. I separate my thighs, grip Little Dick by the ears, and away we go! This is pure sex, FEMDOM style! So, to answer your question, “What sort of enjoyment does Little Dick get?” He gets the pleasure of servicing me orally, unless we count his monthly masturbation opportunities, which I closely supervise! But those are always such very brief episodes, they’re hardly worth mentioning.”
“How long do you give your Little Dick to masturbate himself to conclusion?” An enthralled Karin Krueger asked.
“Well, my dear, it’s my intrinsic belief a submissive male should get no more than a minute to attempt the spilling of his messy goo,” Karin smiled. “If he’s been an obedient puppy, a minute should be more than enough time to complete that nonsense. If not, I simply terminate the activity, and have him wait until the following month. I realize this can cause him a certain measure of anxiety and a bit lingering of distress, but it’s also another method of teaching a male that the female is always in control of the relationship!”
A dazzled Karin Krueger studied the piece of furniture Sharon used for receiving oral sex from her husband. The empty, but impressive chair held great fascination for the younger woman.
It was a while before Karin also noticed the mirrored wall in the room, and the video equipment standing close by.
An amused Sharon then added, “Sometimes I tape various scenes from different angles, and afterward I have Little Dick study them with me to see where he might be able to improve the intensity of my pleasure. As we watch the monitor together, it presents an excellent teaching tool for me to critique his performances. Naturally, I ALWAYS find something to complain about, even though Little Dick has become a true artist at providing oral caress for me.”
Elise, who had been largely quiet through the entire tour of the rooms in the house, asked her Aunt Sharon a question in an effort to turn the focus away from a male providing cunnilingus for a female. The basic idea rather rankled the devout lesbian. It seems Elise did not enjoy the thought of a male - even though he might be a submissive - providing sexual pleasure for any female. In the college professor’s mind, cunnilingus performed by a male was a subject that held little interest for her. Providing punishments for selected males was her forte, and Elise saw no need to include a male in the act of finding intense sexual pleasure.
Also, during this period, Karin briefly noticed that Elise seemed preoccupied with other personal thoughts. She kept looking at her watch, and sighed deeply several times.
Was Elise in the mood for some cunnilingus of her own making, Karin silently wondered? The two women had been together long enough to be able to sense mood changes and desires in each other, without a word being spoken.
“Aunt Sharon, exactly how do you use the male, Mario, you mentioned?” Elise asked, in breaking her silence.
“Oh, I’m so glad you asked,” a proud Aunt Sharon replied. “Mario’s primary mission is to assist me in my continuing cuckolding torment of Little Dick. My husband dislikes this exercise as no other, so naturally I schedule it as often as possible. Usually, Mario, Little Dick, and I form an atypical threesome in the comfort of my sumptuous bedroom. Little Dick’s is gagged, and tied in a chair nearby. There, he gets a front row seat to listen and watch while Mario makes mad, passionate love to me. The entire proceedings may last an hour or so, during which poor Little Dick moans, groans, and slobbers out his pitiful frustrations. The entire scene is ultra fulfilling for me, and greatly perplexing for my husband. But that’s as it should be!”
“How often does Mario visit you?” Elise asked.
“He’s here at least twice a week, sometimes more often,” Sharon smiled, “but, in case you’re wondering, the dear boy never gets to ejaculate into his condom while he’s inside me. I only allow him to ‘beat off’ after I’m completely satiated. If he should have an ejaculating accident, as has happened occasionally, he has learned it will mean a trip to my workroom for some suitable punishment, usually a form of punishing CBT is most memorable for him. So, he’s learning to respond only as I dictate!”
Sharon told her two houseguests they could watch some of her private videos, if they wished. “The cunnilingus scenes with Little Dick are my favorites. You will notice the video mixes the lusting close-ups of my face, with the tireless motion of my hips, as Little Dick obediently fulfills his oral assignments. Personally, I think the entire taped production is the hottest cunnilingus sequence I ever saw. I adore watching and hearing myself in the process of getting off again and again.”
Karin Krueger was fascinated by how open Sharon was in telling minute details of her own dual-faceted sex life. But she also realized her female host was using the occasion not only to enrich Karin’s knowledge of such FEMDOM practices, but to increase the proud, vicarious thrill sharing such information afforded her. Chief among these revelations, Karin believed, was the explicit opportunity for a dominant woman to keep her submissive male from enjoying a rich and pleasurable sex life of his own. This riveting fact seemed to set Sharon aglow. The concept also captured Karin’s vivid imagination.
The younger woman could visualize herself in the same type of situation with different members of the minor sex. Such thoughts made her almost giddy.
Elise McIntire, on the other hand, while she highly approved of restricting males from ever enjoying themselves sexually, was suddenly getting antsy to have Karin’s undivided attention. Since Elise had known Karin, no one else seemed to sway her thoughts as Sharon had been doing during the past hour. It was obvious Karin was listening carefully to every word Elise’s aunt had to offer.
Aunt Sharon was standing on the porch when Elise’s car came into the driveway of the rural farmhouse. Karin instantly saw that Elise’s aunt was a tall, slender woman. Sharon’s dark, gray-flecked hair was cut short, almost like a boy’s, while her lovely face showed only a few pleasure wrinkles around her eyes. Elise’s had said her aunt was almost 44, but it was difficult to believe. Sharon seemed very youthful in her manner, speech, and movements. She had a radiant smile for both of her female houseguests.
There were hugs and kind words exchanged by all three women, before Elise and Karin proceeded into the house with their overnight bags. “Just set your things here in the foyer,” Sharon told her guests, “I’ll see that Little Dick takes them up to your room.”
Sharon turned her attention toward a male figure kneeling in the corner with his head bowed to the floor. Karin surmised that he was Sharon’s submissive husband.
Richard was nestled quietly near the large, ticking clock in the foyer. The male figure was completely naked, except for a black sling that kept his genitals from being viewed.
In another moment, Sharon confirmed his identity by addressing him directly, as she pulled sharply on the leash connected to the leather collar fastened around his neck.
“Pay attention, Little Dick!” Sharon hissed in a sudden, authoritative voice. “We have two female guests staying with us for the weekend. I’m sure you remember my lovely niece, Elise. And this is her good friend, Miss Karin Krueger. I want you to greet the ladies properly. Recite for us the way you were taught, and no slip ups!”
Richard looked up at the two women for only a moment. Then, his eyes returned to the floor as he murmured, “My name is Little Dick, and I’m happy to meet you both.”
“Good!” Sharon responded. “Now, tell the ladies who you are, and what you do.”
“I’m my Mistress’s houseboy,” Sharon’s husband admitted. “I’m responsible for keeping the house clean, doing the laundry, cooking meals, and c-catering to…”
“Catering-to-ANY-of-my…,“ Sharon hissed when her Little Dick faltered.
“Catering to any of my Mistress’s whims!” Sharon’s houseboy blurted out. He seemed relieved to have finally gotten the words correct.
“All right, Little Dick!” Sharon replied with some undisguised exasperation in her voice. “You’re lucky we have guests, or I’d take you right to my workroom for more disciplinary training, right now! Carry the ladies’ bags to their room, and afterward, I want you to wax the tile in this foyer. It looks awful! Move your little ass!”
Obediently, Sharon’s husband hurried up the stairs with the women’s bags as his Mistress added, “Of course, we will discuss your speaking error later, you simple-minded twit!”
This was the first of many incidents that captured Karin Krueger’s full attention that weekend. Each occurrence had the strong flavor of female domination, and would be carefully recorded in the young woman’s private journal.
Over a cup of tea in the dining room, the three women sat comfortably to converse, while Sharon’s husband began dutifully attending to the tile floor in the foyer. Elise opened the conversation with: “Karin is greatly interested in learning as much as possible about the daily practice of female domination, and, Aunt Sharon, I thought you’d be the perfect woman to further encourage her.”
“Of course, my dear,” Sharon replied with a warm smile. “You’ve just seen a brief sample of how my proficiency has defined the limits of the relationship between my hubsub and myself. He knows what’s expected of him, and what will, and will not be tolerated. To be successful as a Mistress, the most important ingredient is for the female to be consistent with her demands, and whatever daily punishments she deems are necessary to keep reinforcing the status quo. For instance, in addition to his regular household duties and responsibilities, I have established Little Dick’s sleeping quarters in the attic. He eats from a doggy bowl on the floor in the kitchen. He is not ever allowed to question any of my commands or decisions.”
Later, Sharon took Karin and Elise on a tour of the lavishly decorated country home. While the rooms were all tastefully furnished, there was nothing too noteworthy, until the threesome came to two doors at the end of the long, first floor hallway. It was here that Sharon paused for a moment, before opening one of the doors.
“This is my primary workroom,” Sharon told her female guests. “I use it exclusively for dispensing punishment. You see the man-sized cage in the corner? Little Dick spends a lot of time in isolated meditation, when he isn’t busy cleaning up around the house. Also, take note of the sturdy winch on the wall, and the connecting chains that dangle from overhead. I have eyehooks imbedded in the floor and ceiling that keep a male’s wrists and feet restrained while I’m engaged in whipping and/or cropping him. Sometimes, I use the same equipment to suspend a male upside down. I also have an examination table with straps and foot stirrups. I often use the table for intense interrogations and explicit torturing of vital body parts! You might be surprised at the instant cooperation I can get out of any of them. In addition, I have a vinyl, padded horse for extended dildo play, and there’s also an assortment of enema equipment in the locked cabinet by the sink.”
“Do you punish other males besides your husband?” Karin asked.
“Yes, of course!” Sharon admitted. “Occasionally, a female acquaintance may contact me to indoctrinate her husband, or a wayward boyfriend, about the true meaning of female domination. It’s always a pleasure to assist another woman in finding herself. Actually, these are the vital lessons every female should be made aware of. Unfortunately, not enough women are emotionally passionate about fulfilling their true missions in life.”
Sharon continued, “For my most personal needs, in addition to Little Dick, I have another male slave. His name is Mario. He visits me on a regular basis. Mario serves as my trusty sex slave, but the young man knows he is never exempt from a visit to my primary workroom, if I’m ever displeased in his performance. He’s been in my workroom for corrective punishment a few times during the past year, but mostly Mario finds his correct place is in my bedroom.”
“If Mario is your sex slave,” Karin asked impulsively, “what enjoyment does your husband ever get from you?”
“That’s a reasonable question,” Sharon smiled. “The poor dear DOES have feelings, I suppose. Let’s go into the next room, and I’ll explain.”
After opening the second door in the hallway, Sharon revealed, “I use this particular room with Little Dick for creating our splendid sessions of pleasure together. See the large, overstuffed chair? I had it placed in here for my own use. That recliner is very comfy, and used exclusively for most of my sexual escapades with Little Dick. It’s where I often stretch out to be orally serviced. This chair tilts back at just the right angle for me, and Little Dick’s head fits through the cutout in the footrest where just enough of the center has been removed. See? Then, I clip his slave collar to the eyehook at the front edge of the seat. That helps to keep his face in the ideal position for prolonged cunnilingus. When I’m ready to be orally serviced, I simply sit myself down on the comfortable seat, and find the correct angle. I separate my thighs, grip Little Dick by the ears, and away we go! This is pure sex, FEMDOM style! So, to answer your question, “What sort of enjoyment does Little Dick get?” He gets the pleasure of servicing me orally, unless we count his monthly masturbation opportunities, which I closely supervise! But those are always such very brief episodes, they’re hardly worth mentioning.”
“How long do you give your Little Dick to masturbate himself to conclusion?” An enthralled Karin Krueger asked.
“Well, my dear, it’s my intrinsic belief a submissive male should get no more than a minute to attempt the spilling of his messy goo,” Karin smiled. “If he’s been an obedient puppy, a minute should be more than enough time to complete that nonsense. If not, I simply terminate the activity, and have him wait until the following month. I realize this can cause him a certain measure of anxiety and a bit lingering of distress, but it’s also another method of teaching a male that the female is always in control of the relationship!”
A dazzled Karin Krueger studied the piece of furniture Sharon used for receiving oral sex from her husband. The empty, but impressive chair held great fascination for the younger woman.
It was a while before Karin also noticed the mirrored wall in the room, and the video equipment standing close by.
An amused Sharon then added, “Sometimes I tape various scenes from different angles, and afterward I have Little Dick study them with me to see where he might be able to improve the intensity of my pleasure. As we watch the monitor together, it presents an excellent teaching tool for me to critique his performances. Naturally, I ALWAYS find something to complain about, even though Little Dick has become a true artist at providing oral caress for me.”
Elise, who had been largely quiet through the entire tour of the rooms in the house, asked her Aunt Sharon a question in an effort to turn the focus away from a male providing cunnilingus for a female. The basic idea rather rankled the devout lesbian. It seems Elise did not enjoy the thought of a male - even though he might be a submissive - providing sexual pleasure for any female. In the college professor’s mind, cunnilingus performed by a male was a subject that held little interest for her. Providing punishments for selected males was her forte, and Elise saw no need to include a male in the act of finding intense sexual pleasure.
Also, during this period, Karin briefly noticed that Elise seemed preoccupied with other personal thoughts. She kept looking at her watch, and sighed deeply several times.
Was Elise in the mood for some cunnilingus of her own making, Karin silently wondered? The two women had been together long enough to be able to sense mood changes and desires in each other, without a word being spoken.
“Aunt Sharon, exactly how do you use the male, Mario, you mentioned?” Elise asked, in breaking her silence.
“Oh, I’m so glad you asked,” a proud Aunt Sharon replied. “Mario’s primary mission is to assist me in my continuing cuckolding torment of Little Dick. My husband dislikes this exercise as no other, so naturally I schedule it as often as possible. Usually, Mario, Little Dick, and I form an atypical threesome in the comfort of my sumptuous bedroom. Little Dick’s is gagged, and tied in a chair nearby. There, he gets a front row seat to listen and watch while Mario makes mad, passionate love to me. The entire proceedings may last an hour or so, during which poor Little Dick moans, groans, and slobbers out his pitiful frustrations. The entire scene is ultra fulfilling for me, and greatly perplexing for my husband. But that’s as it should be!”
“How often does Mario visit you?” Elise asked.
“He’s here at least twice a week, sometimes more often,” Sharon smiled, “but, in case you’re wondering, the dear boy never gets to ejaculate into his condom while he’s inside me. I only allow him to ‘beat off’ after I’m completely satiated. If he should have an ejaculating accident, as has happened occasionally, he has learned it will mean a trip to my workroom for some suitable punishment, usually a form of punishing CBT is most memorable for him. So, he’s learning to respond only as I dictate!”
Sharon told her two houseguests they could watch some of her private videos, if they wished. “The cunnilingus scenes with Little Dick are my favorites. You will notice the video mixes the lusting close-ups of my face, with the tireless motion of my hips, as Little Dick obediently fulfills his oral assignments. Personally, I think the entire taped production is the hottest cunnilingus sequence I ever saw. I adore watching and hearing myself in the process of getting off again and again.”
Karin Krueger was fascinated by how open Sharon was in telling minute details of her own dual-faceted sex life. But she also realized her female host was using the occasion not only to enrich Karin’s knowledge of such FEMDOM practices, but to increase the proud, vicarious thrill sharing such information afforded her. Chief among these revelations, Karin believed, was the explicit opportunity for a dominant woman to keep her submissive male from enjoying a rich and pleasurable sex life of his own. This riveting fact seemed to set Sharon aglow. The concept also captured Karin’s vivid imagination.
The younger woman could visualize herself in the same type of situation with different members of the minor sex. Such thoughts made her almost giddy.
Elise McIntire, on the other hand, while she highly approved of restricting males from ever enjoying themselves sexually, was suddenly getting antsy to have Karin’s undivided attention. Since Elise had known Karin, no one else seemed to sway her thoughts as Sharon had been doing during the past hour. It was obvious Karin was listening carefully to every word Elise’s aunt had to offer.
