My New Girlfriends' Rules. Part 1 "The Big Surprise"

I met Nicola about four months ago. I was sitting in the pub with some friends, and there she was. This gorgeous willowy blonde. Pretty as hell. (real hell, i'd find out!) Had a kind of Egyptian Princess look to her. Hair straight and fine and crisp. High cheek bones, beautiful dark, dark hazel eyes. A slim curvy body to die for. And she was dressed so classy. Her thigh high boots had also attracted my attention when she walked into the pub.

I somehow, at some point, gathered up the courage to venture over towards her at the bar, where she was talking to a girl-friend. I remember stumbling out some stupid opening line, to which her and her girlfriend, just took one look at each other, smirked, and kept on chatting, as if i didnt exist.

Nicola, though, kept turning her head to me, as she chatted with her friend. As if somehow i was involved in their conversation. It made me extremely uncomfortable. I was speechless and felt stupid. I think she must have been twigging on that, from what i know of her now.

I felt like i couldnt leave, but was dumbstruck as to how to enter their chat. It was like i was just being held there for some kind of entertainment value, or something "Oh look, look at the gubbering idiot, trying to hang out with the pretty ladies!" kind of thing...

Nicola was only giving me smirking glances, but i was already becoming entranced by her. I felt riveted to my chair, as i sat there beside her. Had to cross my legs several times, to hide the extra activity below my belt! But with a few directed glances from time to time, she somehow let me know that she knew very well what was going on with that cock under my pants!

After a very uncomfortable half hour, her friend got up to leave, and i presumed that it would all be over. I'd sheepishly walk back to my mates and endure the humiliation of not only a failed conquest, but also that i had sat there like a dork, not being able to utter a word!

Well i was very surprised when Nicola turned to me afer her friend left, and said "So would you like to buy me a drink? Why dont we sit down at that booth over there." We moved over and i spent the next few hours falling more and more under her spell. She was very no nonsense in her conversation with me. Almost like she was evaluating me as a potential mate.

At one point she asked me if i had ever washed a girlfriends undies before. I blushed and had to be truthful when i answered no. She seemed to have this ability to make me nervous, and insecure about some of my 'cave-man attitudes' as she called them.

I thought the whole thing was a wash, when she stood up to leave, several hours later. I felt like i had made a complete fool of myself. She'd made me feel like a silly little boy, on so many instances.

Was i surprised when she bent over and kissed me on the cheek, and said "I think i like you. I'd like to see you again. Here's my number. Call me. And don't keep me waiting" she walked out.

I was completely stunned and mesmerized. I'd just sat with the girl of my dreams. I'd never felt so transparent and insecure before. But i was on cloud nine. She wanted to see me again!

And we did, over the next several months. It turned into a wonderful love affair. The sex was incredible, and very different. I found out very quickly that Nicola liked to be on top all the time. And she loved fellatio above all. She'd asked me once, before she ever let me go down on her, just how much i liked performing oral sex on a woman, on a scale of one to ten.

My answer: "Eleven!"

Apparently it was the right response, because that evening, during our love making, she grabbed me by the back of the head, and slowly slid my face down across her belly and over her mound until my lips were right over her pussy. "Eat me." she said simply "Show me what you can do with that tongue of yours." she held me there while i did my very best to please her in all the best ways i knew.

After awhile she seemed aggitated and said "I'm afraid i'm used to very high-powered toys, and your not quite up to par, unfortunately. I need more pressure on my clit." She rose up and turned and straddled my face, and pushed her cunt right onto my mouth. "Now lick me hard. Make me cum! C'mon, work for my orgasm. I'll show you just the way i like it.

I was a bit shocked with her aggressiveness, but would slowly get used to it over the next few months. And learn to love it.

Nicola was just such a classy, intelligent, dynamic woman, that i was very quickly being transformed into a boyfriend, that wanted to do anything to please her.

My biggest dream came true, when one night, six months later, as we were having sex, or should i say she was having sex on my face, Nicola asked me to move in with her.

She was facesitting me when she presented the prospect. For the last few months, it comprised the bulk of our love-making. She loved to mount my face and hover her pussy-lips over my mouth, making me wait for when she was ready to lower herself onto me, for her pleasure. Once, when she was hovering over me, for the longest time, i began to beg her to lower her cunt onto my face, so that i could pleasure her.

She breathed a very deep sigh, chuckled and slid her pussy right onto my nouth. It was as though i had said the magic words. The words she so wanted to here from her lover. She kept me under her for the longest time. Sliding her wet lips, not just on my lips and tongue, but also all over my face. One of her little passions was to 'mark' me with her scent, as she put it. Sometimes, the next morning when we were heading off for the day, she would slowly push me down on my knees, mount my face and slide her pussy across my face, and send me out into the world with her scent all over me! "Just so all those other bitches out there can smell the scent of cunt on you, and know that you're taken!"

So i'm sure you're all not surprised that by the time Nicola asked me, well more like told me, to move in with her, i had been pretty successfully relegated to inferior status in the relationship. We only had sex when she wanted sex. I only got to cum when she thought it was time. But i looooved it! I loved how i felt with her! I loved nothing more than to please her, and see her happy and smiling.

So on the first night i moved in, i guess i shouldnt have been surprised when Nicola presented me with some initial rules that were to be followed. She had them written down on a sheet of paper. I felt it was a little late, seeing as i'd moved in and all. But i had learned, by now, to place my own needs as secondary. She was such a beautiful, dynamic, woman, that i was willing to do anything to make our relationship a successful one.

"Here's the way i see it" she started "I earn four times what you earn. I am obviously the predominant bread-winner in this arrangement. So I feel, that you should make up for that deficiency, by performing more of the domestic duties round here. I will pay three quarters of the rent, bills and food, and you will make up for that by providing the following services.

She read out a long list of duties. Everything from laundry, to cooking, to cleaning, food shopping. She loaded it all onto me. And then she layed out the new rules surrounding sex!
I couldnt believe my ears when she told me, that as far as she was concerned, men grew lazy and innattentive when they were allowed to spurt their jism whenever they wanted. Because of this, she insisted that i should be fitted with a male chastity device, as soon as possible! And that my squirts would be limited to a managable amount, that would not detract from my attentiveness and eagerness to be a good and productive mate for her.

I was shocked and speechless! But at the same time it all just seemed so right. As i lay beneath her, with her ass above my face, i extened my lips up to her cheeks and kissed them. I gave her light little flicks to her clitoris, with my tongue, the way i knew she loved.

"My dear lady, queen of my dreams, i accept you're offer. I have learned how much i love to please you. It's all so knew to me, but i accept. I'll work very hard to show you that i can be a perfect mate for you."

She smiled, and sighed, and slowly lowered her crotch down onto my face. "Lick me boy. Show me how much you mean those words. Seal them with a kiss, and i will happily make you mine. You'll see."

With that she enveloped my face with her beautiful cheeks and bore her clit down hard on my tongue. I knew by now what she wanted. And i wanted to show her, wordlessly, how happy i was that she had chosen me.

Little did i know, that in the months ahead, Nicola would take me down roads that i would have never imagined. I cant begin to tell you how things have been transformed for me recently. I never in my life felt that i would ever want to be dressed as a girl. But that, as it turns out, is also one of her requirements.

The list of requirements seems to grow each day.

On the next writing of this story, dont be surprised if things have changed considerably. There already starting to. And all i can say is that i find a special heavenly place, when i am below the ass of my love!

Much to write about in the days ahead...some of it quite shocking!...

To Be Continued.

My New Girlfriends' Rules Part 2 "Becoming a Domestic" by Blushing slut

"Drew. Could you come in here please." Nicola called out from our bedroom. Her voice had that slightly brittle tone to it, when she was upset about something.

I walked in, and she was standing by her dresser with a pair of panties dangling from her finger. Her panty drawer was pulled open beside her.

"You hand-washed my panties and stockings yesterday, did you?" she asked, with her eyebrow raised.

I stiffened a little, knowing that i had thrown some of them into the washing machine, to save some time.

"Uhh yes, but..." i stammered
"But?...But what?" she cut me off.
"But... i was running out of time, ...so i threw some of your rattier pairs in the machine, because..." I trailed off.

"Because you didn't think i'd notice, I suppose?" her voice raised a little. "And i dont appreciate you calling my panties 'ratty'. I dont own any ratty panties." she looked at me indignantly

Nicola's voice had never risen to a yell since i'd known her. She usually kept herself quite calm and collected, even when she was angry. Her soft-spoken, high-bred English accent, had enough of an authoritarian tone, combined with her slicing wit, that she never had to raise her voice, to cut into me with some issue she was having over my behavior.

"Well...no. I would have told you." i said a bit sheepishly. She gave me one of her questioning looks.

I still wasn't used to the way Nicola would speak to me sometimes. Literally like a servant, when she was irritated about something. Sure i was doing the domestic thing, and she was out there earning mega-bucks as a model with Vanity Mag, and you name it. As well as a hand and foot model on the side. But i still felt that we should at least be equals... my mind drifted...

She had the most slender shaped hands, with long fingers and always perfect nails. Same with her feet. I could see how she made all that money off them. They were absolutely scrumptious, from my perspective. Perfectly proportioned, high arches, and soft puffy little pads on the bottoms of her toes, and the balls of her feet

She showed me some vintage stocking shots she had done once. I just about creamed at the sight of her pretty little feet dressed up in different colours and sheens. God what a delectable woman i had been chosen by!

She knew all the poses, that the photographers liked. Had sold hundreds of different shoe designs for producers, with her perfect peds slipped into their shoes, on the cover of a magazine. And hence had lured many a man in, with the sight of her pointed arched foot.

And recently, i had actually licked them, and kissed them several times , since i had first moved in, and we were sleeping together each night. A few times in the morning she had got me under the sheets, to lick and suckle her toes, to wake her up. I found it quite cute how she would wiggle them in my face, and yawn, and start talking about the day ahead, as i would be nibbling and licking her perfect little digits. And i was beginning to love the scent of them...

Nicola drew me back to the present.

"Well you wouldnt have had to tell me about it, Drew. Because i would have found all these pilly little bits on the crotch of my panties. See?" she held them out to me, her fingers pushing out the inside pad of the crotch. She picked away at the little nubs on the panty crotch, that she was holding in front of my face

"Do you know what 'pilling' is Drew?" I started to open my mouth but...

"No you dont. You dont know, that when you put my delicates in with the towels," her voice rose, "it makes all these hard little nubbily bumps on the crotch area. Quite rough, Feel it." she rubbed it stiffly against my cheek, a little more roughly than i would have liked. "Ow! That hurts!" I protested.

"Yes, it does, doesnt it? Can you imagine how that might feel on the lips of my cunt!?" she raised her eyebrow on the word.

"Yeah, i suppose it would be kinda...sorta..." I trailed off into a mumble.

She smirked. "Yeah, 'kinda sorta'. What disappoints me, Drew, is that while I'm out there bringing in the bacon, sweating it out ten hours a day, you're back here taking short cuts on your domestic duties. How many pairs of panties have you destroyed here? Let's see." she said with a bit of anger in her voice.

She started pulling out all the pairs from the drawer and inspecting the crotch of each one, throwing the 'ruined' ones on the floor, and counting them up as she went. "Seventeen, eighteen...oh dear. Twenty two pairs Drew. Thats a lot of money down the drain. Lets see." She placed her finger on her chin and looked up at the ceiling.

"Twenty two pairs, at about fifteen quid a pair, thats 22 ,plus 11 ,is 33 ,times 10. Oh wow! Thats three hundred and thirty pounds Drew. And then there's the VAT at 17%." She picked up a calculater from the dresser, and stabbed out the numbers with one finger. He could tell she was upset.

"Oh dear, thats close to three hundred and ninety pounds i'll be taking out of your little personal slush fund." she smirked

"What! Thats crazy! That's not fair!" I said with protest. "Mistakes happen sometimes, in the domestic routine. Why should i have to pay for a little oversight!" My voice was a little shaky as it raised in volume. I didnt like getting angry with Nicola. It just felt all wrong. But i was pissed! She kept me on a tight leash financially, and this would really eat into my little entertainment fund for my 'one' night out with the guys every week.

"It's absolutely fair. Who else is going to pay to replace them? Me? I'm the one who is going to have to go out there ,and shop around for twenty two pairs of panties. Your lucky i dont charge you the hundred quid an hour I make, for my time lost. So you should most definitely pay for them!" she responded briskly.

"And because you cant afford to pay my wage, haha; for the extra time i'm going to have to spend shopping, you are going to have it deducted, from your time out with your little pub buddies!"

"No way!" I cried "Thats completely unfair. Just because you overload me with too much work, and i cant attend to every detail perfectly for you, i end up being punished? I wanted to have everything done for you yesterday, and not have you come home to a kitchen sink full of dirty panties and stockings!.... But no. You wanted me to clean out the garden shed as well."

"And whats my lot, for not getting everything done during the day? No sex in the evening. For me anyway. But not for Nicola. Noooo. Cant stop her from having her daily wank on my face!" I said shakily, disturbed that i was talking to her in raised tones.

She thrust her hand up to my mouth, roughly.

"Be_Quiet!" she said, as she glowered at me. "I've had enough! You seem to forget the deception here Drew. You need to have a reminder of the consequences if you ever try to bull-shit me again. You will not only pay for my new panties, as well as lose your free time with your friends."

I started to raise my finger to speak...

"Ah ah...quiet! I'm not finished." she interjected. "But you will also wear these nubbly little panties yourself. 24/7, until i decide otherwise. You will throw out those male gaunch of yours. Never liked them anyway. And from now on these little ruined treats are what you'll wear!

"Your kidding!" i spluttered "I dont mind wearing them once in awhile for you, but 24/7?" i looked at her wide eyed.

"Shush!"
"Look, I simply expect you to do your job! If you dont like our arrangement, then you can move on! Find somewhere else to live!" she barked at me. Louder than she ever had. "But you need to be reminded of your place here, and what happens when you fuck up. And this is one way to do it. A constant reminder, 24/7, until i say otherwise!"

I was shaken. The prospect of losing her was too much. I felt my throat tightening , and tears beginning to well up in my eyes. "Fine then. Whatever you say. But believe that I just want to be good for you. I'm sorry." A telltale tear dripped down my cheek and hung off my chin.

She reached over and brushed the tear away. "Oh you poor boy. You'll get used to things. You'll get to learn all the things i like and dont like. It's just going to take some time. Dont you worry, i dont want you moving out." she cooed, trying to settle things down.

I dropped to my knees and went to her, and wrapped my arms around her legs. "Im sorry, Nicola. I didnt mean to deceive you. I just wanted everything right, before you got home."

She stroked my hair. "Thats fine my sweet man. I know your trying to work very hard to do all the things i need done 'round here. And you'll adjust. But the punishments still stand. I want them to make you a better mate for me." she said softly

I leaned back and looked up at her. My beautiful lady. "God i feel like i should be kissing your feet, asking for forgiveness, or something!" I sniffed and laughed through my tears.

Nicola didnt laugh.

She looked down at me and said "Yes. I think that you should. It would be a very symbolic way of showing how sorry you feel.
Good for the sole, I think! Hmhm." she chuckled under her breath. "And a good way for you to get used to what your place round here really is."

I wanted to question that last point, but was a bit leary to.

I looked down at her pretty blue leather pumps. Her perfectly polished toes were peeking out of the tips of the shoes, just visible under the skin-tone stockings, that she'd been wearing all day. She leaned back against the dresser and raised her foot toward me. "Kiss it. Kiss it so that we can both see how sorry you are, Drew."

I was still not used to being spoken to like a lesser, and i'd never kissed a womans shoe-clad foot before - but i wanted to kiss hers! I brought my face to her shoe and extended my tongue, and began to lick all around her shoe tip and on her stockinged toes.

"Just the shoe, Drew," she pulled her foot away. "Just the shoe. Thats what your kissing. Nothing else." she scolded me lightly. I started kissing her shoe passionately. Not so much because i was told to. But because i loved the position she had placed me in. I'd never felt like i was somenes property before, but i was beginning to feel that way.

I could smell the dank musky smell of her tired and sore feet under the nylons. This smell always gives me an instant stiff erection. Not sure why. It's like some kinda chemical reaction or something. My cock twisted painfully in my pants as i licked and kissed and sniffed.

"Now the heel, Drew. Suck the heel" she said quietly, "suck it like it was a little cock. You've sucked cock before, haven't you?"
"Whaaat?" I exclaimed, with typical male defensiveness at the thought.
"Never!" i declared, with typical male pride... she chuckled.

"Just suck it Drew. We'll talk of you sucking cock some other time. You're supposed to be apologizing, remember?" she twisted around and bent her leg up to bring the heel at the perfect angle for sucking, for me.

I hesitated a bit. I had never sucked a heel or a cock. And somehow the two seemed synonymous, as i stared at the five inch spike. It was mud spattered, and very sharp edged. "Suck_the heel_now!" she ordered, beginning to lose patience. "Lets get this over with." She brought her hand behind my head and held it there, and brought her heel up to my lips.

"Kiss." she said. I did. "Now open." I couldnt believe what i was hearing! But i opened my mouth willingly, and she slowly stuck the heel in. "Now wrap your little lips around it" she said seductively "and suck!" she started fucking my mouth with it. That's what it felt like. I let my jaw go limp, as i worked at submitting to the little punishment.

I saw her fingers go up to her pussy and she ran a single finger back and forth across her labia lips, pushing the silk of her dress into her slit. She sucked in her breath slightly. I could see her wetness soaking through the fabric. She was very wet indeed. She started moving her beautiful ass back and forth slightly as she rubbed herself.

"Mmmm, thats good, a good job your doing on my little cock heel, Drew." She flicked her two fingers across her clit. She started breathing deeper and moaning a bit.

"All right. Apology accepted." she snipped
She withdrew her heel, and turned around again to face me, her pussy close to my face. I could smell the scent of her arousal. "Get your face in here!" she said a little breathlessly. She pulled her skirt up above her waist, and drew the crotch of her panties aside.

She had the prettiest flower of a pussy. Lips like lily petals, ten different shades of pink and red, and a seductive little light pink tag that dangled a little, in the back of her opening to her cunt hole. Her scent was strong from her long day of sweating and posing.

"You say sorry to pussy as well, Drew." she snickered "She has a say too. Pussy rules in this house." I was a little shocked by her statement. "Go on, say sorry." she teased me with her scent as she waved her cunt close to my nose. "She wants a kiss, but not till you say sorry."

I said the words.
Couldnt believe what i was hearing, but i said them.

"I'm sorry pussy" I almost began to laugh, but held back. I brought my tongue to her and started giving her long licks back and forth along her slit. I rubbed my nose against her clit.

"Mmm, your getting to know what i like, arent you lover?" she moaned to me. She pressed her hand harder on the back of my head. She started rubbing her cunt quite roughly against my mouth, and ground her pubic mound painfully against my nose.

I did my best to keep my tongue on her mound, as she bucked her hips back and forth, and from side to side. "Mmmm, harder on the clit. Push it harder!" She forced herself against me, and my head was forced backwards.

"Hold still. Dont move away! I'm right in the middle of a cycle, and you move away?!" Her tone had changed suddenly. She seemed exasperated.

I began to try to say something, but she interupted me "Lets get on the bed. Now. And you?. Face up!" she said impatiently
I crawled to our bed quickly and got into position. A position i was becoming quite accustomed to. She was on me in a second. She slipped off her panties quickly, bunched her skirt up above her waist and planted her cunt down hard onto my mouth.

"Get your tongue out, boy. Hold it there." she gasped. She forced my tongue in between her lips, and undulated back and forth, hard upon me. I saw her reach up with both hands and pinch her nipples through the silk. She was bucking very hard now! "Uhhhoo yea. Mmmm, keep that tongue stiff. Ohhh yea". She slipped both hands through the opening in her skirt and clenched both breasts, squeezing more pleasure into her sensory palate.

She was rising up and down, pounding my face now. My outstretched tongue stabbing into her hole with every plunge. "M, yea, mm yea, oh yea, tongue me bitch! Tongue my hole. Thats it, dont stop!" She was thrashing wildly on top of me. Her pussy started glistening with a slick layer of pre-orgasmic juice.

"Oh fuck yea... keep licking...keep licking...give me what i want!" She cried! She started shuddering as the first wave hit her. It came from her special place. It would be a 'third water' orgasm. She knew it. She could feel it coming. "Oh yes. Oh yes! uhhhhaaaaaeeeee!!!

She screamed out, as her urethra opened in time with her vaginal flood. The clear pee, mixed with her cunt juice, spurted out onto my face. And she kept gushing and flooding all over me. My hair and the blanket beneath me, were soaked in her liquid! She continued to rub herself hard on my face, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Her explosion of pleasure kept coming at her in waves! She rubbed her slit on my nose rythmically. She was making soft, squeeling moans, as she continued to finish off her orgasm. She squeezed every last ounce of it, down onto my face.

She was in heaven.
I was in heaven.

She slowly became still on top of me. She leaned forward as she settled her cunt on my face, and almost smothered me under her cunt lips, placing her asshole right on my nose. She started fondling my cock lightly, and then brought her lips down softly and lightly around it, giving me light licks with her tongue. My hips started straining up to her. But she only sucked the head of my cock...Her fingers went to my balls and started pinching them playfully.

I was becoming desperate to cum. She only teased me lightly with her touch, until it was beginning to bring me close to spurting. The glorious position i was in, under her, with here scents engulfing me, started to send me over the top!

I began moaning and grinding my hips. Her touch became lighter and lighter, until finally she just placed her fingertip over my cock-hole, and stopped moving.

"Settle down now" she said. I slowly became still. "No cumming for you, until later. I want you in peak form tonight. I've got the day off tomorrow, so were going to play all night long!" she said with excitement in her eyes. "And i've got a few juicy surprises for you too." she chuckled.

She rose up off me and bent down and sniffed my face. Her nose wrinkled a bit. "You go get yourself into the shower, stinky boy. I'm gonna go pick out some clothes for you. Including a pair of your new 'pilly panties'.

I blushed at the thought of being dressed. "Oh Nicola. Must I? I feel so silly when i'm dressed up like that."

"Well it's either that or just a quick fuck, TV, and to bed. Take your choice. I need to be stimulated, and entertained, to keep my interest up for an entire evening. So get in the shower, and I'll pick your things out."

I didnt push it. I decided that it really was all about her pleasure, mostly. I had never been this way. But it was the way that she was encouraging me to be. And i was starting to like it. I couldn't believe it. But i was!

I knew our sex would be crazy tonight.

Twisted crazy!

And I only knew the half of it...

to be continued.

FOREWORD: The continuing tale of my slow decent into subservience to Nicola. Day by day, she wraps me tighter ‘round her little finger… day by day she molds me into her perfect mate...

My New Girlfriends’ Rules. Chapter 3 “Pussys' In Charge”

As I took my long shower, I found myself slowly drifting into a reverie…

Nicola was a very fussy woman. And I kinda liked it. She was very particular about how she liked things done, and how she liked her sex. When it came to my domestic duties, i'd noticed how she seemed to take a quiet delight in the fact, that she had every right to bitch at me, for not performing some task properly…

And she was usually, if not close to always, right, i'd realized. She did work very hard on her end. And her home was beautiful. She’d convinced me, that if i didnt take care of the homefront properly, then i really wasn’t doing my job. And i really wanted this to work between us. She was the most beautiful, intelligent, assertive, sexy woman i'd ever been with…

I actually was beginning to get into my new role. It was enjoyable to be taking care of someone else, like women traditionally have always done for their men. I understood the positive side of domestic work much better. Simply put, I loved taking care of Nicola. Cooking, cleaning, shopping...and most particularly, I was beginning to find myself in a state of mind, where I actually enjoyed putting her sexual needs ahead of my own…

I loved washing her fine silks. I’d be thinking of her delicious body, with each scrub and fold. I remember the first laundry i ever did for her. When i opened up her hamper, i was hit by the wonderful array of her different feminine scents that wafted out.

I held the foot of one of her stockings up to my nose, and breathed in. It was like ambrosia! It was the delicious scent of her toes, magnified ten times! I'd never been much of a foot sniffer until i met Nicola. She'd encouraged me in the beginning, with our morning foot licking sessions, and now, after several weeks of laundry duties, i was literally getting addicted to her scent.

When i brought the crotch of her panties up to my face for the first time, with all her honey scented cunt-drippings on it, i couldn't help but stick my tongue out and lick the slick patch. The flavour was quite different than her fresh pussy. Muskier and stronger, and it also had the scent and taste of her pee in the cotton gusset. It made my breath quicken and my knees somewhat weak.

This was all very new to me. I'd never even been a panty sniffer before, let alone a toe licker. Nicola was weaving her own feminine web around me. Guiding me into her particular style of lovemaking. She was intoxicating, on all levels!

She was also highly sexed, and even on working days, she wanted orgasms in the morning, after work, and before bed. She loved fellatio even more than fucking. She told me that nothing did it for her more, than to straddle a mans face, and take her pleasure on it. She required quite forceful pressure against her clit,and also loved a nose up her ass-hole when she was being deeply licked. And that the best way to be in control of that, she’d said, was to be on top of the face, so she could move exactly as she pleased.

And that went for fucking too. Nicola always liked to be on top. Always in control of just how much...and for how long. Id never been with such an assertive, sexually aggressive woman before, and despite the fact that I wasn’t cumming as often as I’d like, she excited me to no end!.....

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Drifting out of my day-dream, i stepped out of the shower. While shaving, i looked at my naked self in the mirror, and cringed at the thought of being dressed up in Nicolas lingerie. What would she have me dress in tonight?

I finished up, and as i opened the bathroom door, the scene in our bedroom had changed. All the lights were out and Nicola had lit several candles in the room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, i saw her lying back on the bed, completely naked.

At the foot of the bed, were the clothes she had picked out for me. All in pinks! I blushed at the sight of them. But even though I knew I would feel silly, I was beginning to like all the different textures of her lingerie. And I had noticed that when I was dressed up for her, in a funny way, it made me feel even more secure in my role as her stay at home mate. And I knew she really enjoyed seeing me that way, too.

“So, lover, make yourself pretty for me while I lay back and watch. Hope you like pink.” She chuckled. “Yes Nicola” I said with resignation “I know you love to see me this way, so I’ll do it for you.” I got dressed as quickly as I could, my hands shaking a little as I handled her delicate lingerie. I could see that Nicola was getting turned on by my transformation, as her fingers danced over her clit.

She opened her drawer beside the bed and pulled out a long pink wig! “Here, put this on too, miss sexy.” She laughed

“Oh Nicola, please, not a wig.” I protested meekly “Put it on Drew. Don’t test my patience any more, now.” She warned me. I slipped it on my head, and felt totally, ridiculously feminized.

“Oh look at you!” she squeeled, as I finished the final adjustments to clothing and hair. “You have no idea how pretty you look. I love you like this.” She clapped her hands in glee. “And how do those pilly panties feel against your balls, hmm?” she reached out and rubbed them hard under the cotton gusset. “Ow! They’re rough!” I protested.

“Exactly. And to think you would have had me wear them! I think your punishment is just, don’t you?” she asked

I hesitated before I said “Well, you know, I’ve had a hard time with the punishment aspect. It’s like your disciplining me like a child. Is it really fair to…”

“You just wont get off it, will you Drew?” she cut me off abruptly “You fucking well tried to bull-shit me! If it happens again, I’m gonna have to re-evaluate your worthiness as my mate. You’re lucky I dont punish you more. Do you know there are places on the planet where wives are still beaten on a daily basis for not serving their husbands correctly!” her voice raised a bit.

“If we lived in those cultures I’d be beating you right now! Behind closed doors, of course. Me being a woman and all.” She laughed “Would you like that Drew? Instead of a few hours off your time with your buddies, and a little cash out of pocket, I’d be beating you with a stick!” she glared at me.

I was stunned. She was serious. I gulped, realizing that I had really crossed a line with her. I hated having her angry with me like this. “Nicola, I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m sure the punishment will help me to remember not to fuck up.” I hung my head.

“Well, but, you just forgot now, didn’t you? Obviously not enough punishment, I would say.” She looked at me thoughtfully “I think you need a bit more of an instant reminder.” She said decisively. She rose up from the pillows and swung her feet to the floor. “Bet you’ve never had an over the knee spanking before, have you Drew? She asked.

I was shocked! “What? No! Never…” I spluttered “Are you cr…” I stopped. I didn’t want this to go any further. I loved Nicola. I’d do anything to be with her. I knew that now. And as I looked at her, the woman who was going to take my discipline to a whole new level, I actually desired her even more. And realized how much I was falling under her spell.

“This is gonna help, isnt it?” I asked humbly. “Yes Drew. It’s going to help both of us.” she laughed softly. “Now get that pretty ass on my lap.” She spread her legs slightly.

I nervously laid over her lap. She reached under her legs and pulled my cock in between them and clamped them shut. She kept her fingers tightly gripped on the head of my penis. I felt my cock stretch, and I moaned a little. I was frightened.

She slipped her hand under my panties and rubbed my cheeks. “Such a pretty ass, all dressed in pink.” She cooed softly “Your so sexy for me, my Drew. I’d like you like this all the time…” I started to protest, but kept quiet. I knew any second, that lovely soft stroking hand of hers was going to turn into an instrument of pain!

I felt myself go limp. My breath went shallow. I resigned myself to what was about to happen. It was a delicious, extremely submissive moment, and I loved it. My cock stiffened even more.

She felt my acquiescence. “That’s my boy” she breathed. She opened her legs slightly and pulled the head of my cock over to her clitoris. She was very wet! She pressed the head hard up against her little mound, and closed her legs tightly again. She undulated her hips a little and my cockhead rubbed deliciously back and forth across her clit. “Perfect!” she whispered.

She brought both hands up to the elastic on my panties and very slowly peeled them down to the tops of my thighs. “Ohh, sexy boy”, she teased. She fondled my cheeks, and ran one finger down and into my crack. I felt quite embarrased at the intrusion, and the compromising position she had me in.

I heard her spit, and felt the wetness hit my asshole. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t dare resist. She rubbed her finger around my anus until she found my little hole. She slowly worked it in. I squirmed a little at the pain. I was a virgin there. “Oh we’re a tight one, arent we?” she twisted her finger in more deeply. “Ahhhh!” I cried.

“There there.” She cooed. She brought her other hand up to my lips and held it palm up in front of me. “Kiss it Drew. Kiss the hand that will make you better.” I knew this hand was about to hurt me, and strangely enough, I actually wanted to kiss it. Wanted it to help me remember, to not disobey the rules. Nicola’s rules.

I kissed her hand passionately. I felt her finger slip deeper into my asshole. I moaned out again. She had me fully pinned now. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw her arm rise and fall, and felt the first stinging slap on my cheeks!

After ten or so, the pain was starting to increase. With each slap my cockhead was thrust up against her clit. She was moving her hips in time, as she struck me, blow after blow upon my skin. I was crying out now. She just kept going and going. The pain was burning. She was concentrating on just one small area on each cheek.

I turned to look at her, and her face was flushed with excitement. Her eyes were wild as she struck me over and over! Her lips were twisted into a mean smile. Sweat was forming all over her body. She starting thrusting her finger in and out of my hole, forcing me to buck myself against her clit!

The pain was searing now, and i was crying out with every slap! “Oh please, Nicola, no, it hurts so much!!” I wailed. But she kept going for at least another 20 smacks before she stopped. She didn’t stop finger fucking me, though, as she thrust her clit against the head of my dick. My asshole was burning!

She was panting softly. Her crotch was slick with her juices, and my cock was sliding easily back and forth, rubbing against her lips and jabbing her in time with her thrusting finger up my asshole. I felt my cock gush precum. “This is so sexy”, I thought to myself.

Nicola yanked her finger painfully out of my ass. I yelled out in pain. I’d never been violated like this before. She reached down to my panties and roughly pulled them back into place over my burning cheeks. I was very sore. “I want you on the floor, now. Face up” she ordered. She parted her thighs to release her grip on me. I felt completely humbled. But the way she was treating me, was driving me into a sexual frenzy!

I rolled off of her lap and lay down on the floor. She extended her foot to my face, and wiped her sole across my nose. She was still unwashed from her long day. She pressed her toes around my nostrils. Her smell was delicious. “You look good under me Drew. It befits you. And pleases me. I knew you’d look good under me from the moment I met you in that bar. That’s why I invited you into my world.” she smiled.

Nicola stood and straddled me with one foot on each side of my head. “Now you’re gonna give me what I want” she breathed. She slowly lowered her perfect ass down onto my face and placed her asshole right onto my lips. “Kiss it! Lick it.” She hissed.

She bore down hard onto my tongue. Her sweaty, pissy smelling cunt, completely enveloped my nose. Her ass cheeks covered my face and suddenly I couldn’t breath. I wasn’t prepared! I started struggling and thrashing under her! I could here her laughing above me.

She held me there, shoving my head painfully into the floor, and rocking herself back and forth over my smothered face. She lifted up a little to give me some air. I gasped in my first few breaths. “Kiss Pussy’s pretty lips Drew” she smirked down at me. “Pussy rules your sex. Pussy’s in charge! You know that, don’t you? You kiss her sweetly Drew. You take care of her reeeal good and she wont snap at you!” She threw her head back and laughed, as she bore her clitoris hard down onto my nose.

I tried to shift away from the punishing blow, but she dug both her heels into the sides of my head, to keep me in place. I cried out in agony from the face crushing she was giving me. There wasn’t the resistance of a mattress on this hard floor. I felt as though my nose was going to break. I tried begging her to stop, but she just moved to a kneeling position and completely smothered me again, making sure to keep her clitoris in place on my nose.

She lifted her knees off the floor and bore her entire weight on my face, balancing off two hands, forming a three point crush zone, with almost her entire 115 pounds crushing her clit against my nose. I was in agony. But there was something so delicious about the fact that she didn’t seem to care. She was using me solely for her own pleasure. It made my cock stiffen even more, despite the agony my face was undergoing.

She was rocking herself slowly back and forth. “Oh Yeah! Oh fuck yeah!! I like doing it on the floor! Nice and… fucking ahhh ahh …hard! Lips and tongue now. Lips and tongue! Probe that asshole of mine. Oh yeah… that’s it, you good little licker. I’ll train you… I’ll teach you… what I want. Now make it stiff! Stiffer!! Stick it up straight!” she cried.

She placed her knees back on the floor, and rose up and started pounding up and down, driving her clit down hard on my nose and skewering her asshole onto my tongue! My cries of agony didn’t stop her in the least. Pounding and pounding until finally I could sense that she was getting close to cumming. She held herself on my face and started rubbing herself all over it as she screamed and howled herself to climax. Wave after wave flowed through her…..my face was pummeled.

She undulated on top of me, until she was completely satiated, and rested quietly on my face for awhile. I was in some kind of heaven as I laid under her. I was completely slathered in her fluids and her scents. And I was gently lapping away all of her juices off her cunt lips.

She lifted up finally, and shifted down to face me. She kissed me passionately on my bruised lips, and stroked my nose softly. “You did well Drew. You really do love to please me don’t you?” she said dreamily
I nodded in agreement.
“You should feel that spanking for the next few days, I should think. It hope it’ll be a reminder of what happens when you fuck up, hmm?” she said softly.

“Oh yeah. I'll remember, Nicola. I don’t ever want to deserve that again.” I assured her. And I didn’t. It was as humiliating as it was painful, and had gone far beyond anything that I thought was normal. My ass, inside and out, was burning!

“Well, I’m sure. But at the same time, I rather enjoyed seeing you struggle and suffer under my hands. And I noticed you were rock hard through the entire thing. And dripping! I wanna keep experimenting with you, to find out all the nasty things that turn you on!” she said playfully. “Now go make us some dinner. I’m gonna shower. And then I’ve got some more fun planned for us.” She smiled rather wickedly, and kissed me on the cheek…


As I said before, I was really starting to love my place with her.


To be continued…

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My New Girlfriends’ Rules.  Chapter 4  “Initiation”

Some months later, Nicola told me how much of a turning point this night had been for her.  How, after leaving me in the kitchen to clean up after dinner, and returning to our bedroom, she had laid back and drifted over all the delicious events that had led to this night…

She had always had a dominant streak in her.  Liked to be the one calling the shots most of the time.  Some men had a hard time with it and had run away.  So she began to be more selective with her mates.  Started seeking out the less aggressive ones.  The ones who were polite and attentive and somewhat shy.

She’d had a few successes.  Boys who liked to be put in their place.  Who liked things like body worship, and sucking her toes.  But they still had been too typically male.  Ruled by their dicks, and every time they’d spurt, it was right back to being an innattentive mate.

She wanted more.  And when I had come over to her that first time in the bar, and stayed sitting beside her, even though she knew I was being humiliated, she was curious.  And by the end of the night she knew that I had potential. 

And she had been right.  Weeks into our relationship I was already accepting that her orgasms came first, and that sometimes I’d be going without. And she delighted at how easily I had been lured into wearing her lingerie.  She loved how it humbled me, and made me even more submissive. 

And then there was the gradual transition to becoming her ‘domestic partner’ as she would be fond of putting it.  It had all served to place me just where she wanted me.  Dependent on her. Subservient. And at her feet.  Willing to do just about anything to be with her.  She loved the control she was gaining over me. She was enjoying it more than she had ever imagined she would.

But this night was where things had really changed dramatically.  The spanking, the ass fingering, the hard, hard facesitting that I had endured.  She’d never spanked a mans ass before.  Or fingered one so roughly.  And she lusted over the fact that my cock was aroused during the whole thing. They had all combined to giving her the the most explosive orgasm of her life!

So tonight she had special plans.  She’d been holding back in introducing me to the chastity device.  But decided that she wanted to keep things moving quickly in my transition to becoming her fully obedient mate. And to wear the device there would be preparations necessary.   Delicious preparations.

She tended the little pot of hot wax over the warming candle, stirring it to make sure it was liquid enough.  She giggled at how she felt like a witch at her cauldron.  “Toil and trouble, bubble and brew, weld this man to serve us true…” she muttered softly, remembering herself as a little girl doing the same thing in a teapot, with dead frogs and locks of her hair, when she’d had burning desires to terrorize the little boys in her school. 

She remembered back to the puny little twins that she had bullied on a daily basis.   How she loved it when they would shake and cower when she would corner them in the bike sheds after school.   The pleasure she got from punching and pinching them…they’re meek little cries. They had made her wet her knickers, everytime.

Yes. It had been brewing for a long time.  And now, new wonderful possibilities were exploding before her. 

She brought out the steel chastity cage that she had recently acquired.  She ran her fingers over it...  It represented the beginning of a new phase for her, she felt. I would become completely hers in time.  She would marry me, and make it legal.  And there would be a very different kind of pre-nuptial agreement.  Very different indeed.

Tonight I would be pushed to submit to more control.  More subservience.  More dependence on her.  She would hold the key to my sexual pleasure.  And she had already decided that she would keep me on a very short leash.

And she would be dressed appropriately.  She pulled open her lingerie drawer and picked out her best black, seamed, Wolford’s stockings, and a little black satin waist cincher.  She slipped them on and went to her shoe closet and put on her favorite pair of black spike heeled shoes…

{This was the tale that Nicola told me, months after the big night… as it turned out to be…}

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When I walked into our bedroom that fateful eve, I was struck by her beauty.  She didn’t wear black that often, but when she did the effect was always striking.  Her pale English porcelain skin stood out dramatically against the black background of her lingerie.  She had the sexiest black-mesh, platform shoes on, with long thin spike heels.

“Oh my gosh! Nicola. You are so deliciously beautiful in so many ways, but when you wear black like this, it’s like the cherries, on top of the icing, on top of the cake!” I said spiritedly, with a stupid grin on my face.

Nicola smiled slightly. “Glad you like cherries with your cake drew.”   Her smile left her lips “Perhaps you’d like me to put some whipped cream on my titties too!”  she raised an eyebrow…

“Oh god” I thought to myself “This woman has a gift for finding fault.”

“No, Nicola, I didn’t…..” I trailed off

“Well then perhaps you should show some proper attention to these flimsy little gifts I put on for you” she smirked, extended her leg, and pointing her foot at me. “Like my new shoes?”  she asked.  “Oh yes, they are about the sexiest I’ve ever seen, Nicola.”  I panted.  “Well then show me.  Show me how much you like these 7” heels.  You know what I like” she smiled seductively at me.

I did know what she liked by now.  She liked seeing me sucking her heels like a cock, for one.  She’d put me through this act a lot.  And everytime she would come up with this semi threatening talk about me sucking cock someday in the future.  The last time I began to protest, she just shoved her heel deeper into my mouth and asked me how the sharp edges felt…

I was getting increasingly worried about how far she just might want to take things with that scenario…a later anecdote will tell the tale!

I walked over to her.  I got down on my knees.  I smiled as she raised her heel to my lips.  I was really doing this for her.  More and more I found myself thinking more of her than of myself.  I liked the feeling.  It was freeing somehow.

Part of what I loved about pleasing her sexually, was that it was almost like I was a voyeur, getting swept up in the beauty of this woman, her every move and expression when she was in the throwes of passion.  She was a beauty to behold, and I felt somehow priveledged to be the one under her, to be the one that was providing these deep pleasures for her.

I opened my mouth as she slipped her long heel between my lips.  I knew how she liked it sucked, and did my best to show her how really appreciative I was of all the sexy things she wore for me.

“That’s good Drew. Your sucking skills are improving. I do like it when you work hard to please me.  When you do things that you don’t want to do, just because I want them.  You’re my best lover ever, do you know that?” she asked softly.

“Oh yes Nicola” I said passionately, as I sucked her heel. “I’ve come to love pleasing you in all the ways you like.”

“Well that’s good” she said “Because tonight is a special night Drew. You’re going to find out more about what pleases me, and how I want you kept.” She emphasized the last word with a raised eyebrow. “That’s enough sucking for now.  I’d like you laying on the bed now please.” she pointed her finger.

As I lay down, Nicola went over to the little pot of wax and gave it another stir.  I hadnt noticed it untill now.  “What’s that for?” I asked “It’s for you Drew. Another little thing I’ll be adding to your weekly regimen.” she said

“What do you mean?” I asked again

“It’s how you’ll be entering chastity tonight, dear lover.” She smirked. “I’m going to get rid of all that gross hair all over your cock and balls,  Ever heard of waxing before?” she asked

“You’re going to do what!?” I asked nervously, knowing that when Nicola had her mind set to something, there was no turning her away from it.”That’ll be bloody painful, wont it?”

“Just a little. Don’t be such a sissy, we women do it all the time. Heh, yes. The things we women do for our men.  Well now you’ll be joining me in my weekly waxing sessions. You’ll do me, and I’ll do you.  You’ll learn to love the smooth silky feel it produces.  I know I do.” she said

“But you’re not going to do my cock, are you?” I asked nervously

“Cock, balls, thighs and ass my dear! This’ll be like an initiation for you. An initiation into the world of serving a woman like me.” she snickered.  And brace your self because next session we’ll be working on the rest of you. Oh Drew, just think of how I’m gonna love caressing your soft body. Think of all the extra attention and caresses you’ll be getting from me” she said, trying to convince me of the benefits.

“But Nicola, you don’t wax your genitals, like your pussy lips.  Why should I have to endure the pain of being waxed on mine?” I asked

“Because it’s what I want, Drew!  Havent you gotten used to that yet?  Every time I try to introduce some delicious new element into our sex play, you have to whine about it first!  Now pull your panties down for me. Now!” she said angrily

I’d pushed her buttons again.  Oh fuck! When would I learn better.  I was sure she’d make the waxing even more painful now.  I pulled down the panties, feeling better to be out of their rough, tight confinement.

Nicola brought the pot of wax over with her and climbed onto the bed. She straddled me and sat down on my chest.  Pulling my panties down further so that they held my legs together tightly, she applied some depilatory oil to my cock and balls.  I couldn’t see what was going on so I wasn’t ready for the first touch of the hot wax.  She’d applied it to my cock first, the most sensitive part.  Probably as pay-back for my bitching. 

“Ahh, no, that hurts. Nicola that really hurts!” I cried out

“Oh don’t be such a baby.  The first time is always the worst.  You’ll get used to it eventually.  You might even learn to like it, if you’re smart. Now get ready for the best part Drew.  You think putting the wax on is painful. Wait till you feel it being ripped off!” she said.  She stretched my cock tightly to get it in the right position for the ripping off of my pubic hair, and then suddenly gave it a quick pull!

“Ahhhhowww!  That fucking hurts!  Please Nicola, I cant make it through this! Please!”  I begged

“Be Quiet! Quit your whining!” she warned.  She lifted herself up off me and repositioned herself so that her pussy and ass were right over my face. “This’ll keep you quiet and give you something to focus on!” she said, as she slammed her crotch down onto my face. “Lick my asshole. C’mon double time. Give me what I want!”

She ground herself all over my face.  I loved being facesat by her.  Even if it did hurt most of the time.  The smell of her pussy and ass always sent me over the top.  I flicked my tongue in all her favorite places, delighting in how she used me for her pleasure.

I felt the second swipe of hot wax on my now erect cock.  More burning, as I waited for the agonizing tear-off.  Rrrrripp!  “Ahh!” More wax.  Rrrip “Argh!”  She kept me busy with her ass on my face.  She worked into a rythym where she would smother me during the painful parts, and give me air inbetween.  Soon she had my cock and balls completely stripped of hair.  And they felt very raw, but not as bad as I thought they might.

Nicola rewarded me with a nice long handjob, while I licked her asshole. She stroked and caressed me all over, convincing me of how good it felt.  It was like I was more sensitive now.

She positioned her asshole right over my mouth. “Stiff tongue now. C’mon, tongue my hole. Lick it the way I like.” She ordered.  She kept stroking my cock and balls, as she started thrusting up and down on my stabbing tongue.

The sensation on my waxed genitals was incredibly stimulating.  I could feel myself getting close to orgasm.  As if on cue, she lifted herself off my face and moved down so that her pussy was right over my cock.  She grabbed my shaft and started rubbing the head of it across her pussy flaps.  And then she plunged herself down on me, and started fucking me slowly.

She gave me the best fuck I’d ever had, undulating and twisting up and down on my sensitive cock.  She started massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. I was getting used to her signs, and knew she’d be cumming soon.  She kept on and on with her plunging, and I finally felt the first surges of orgasm, heating up inside me.

Her movements were getting eratic now. She was close to cumming.  Finally I could feel the hot semen blasting up through my shaft, and squirting deep inside of her.  As she felt the hot cum jetting up into her, it sent her over the edge, and we both reached a sizzling orgasm right at the same moment.  We pounded and thrust into each other as we shared our passion. 

She slowly slid her cunt off of me and returned it to my face for licking. “Clean me up now, Drew.  Lick all the juices off and suck your cum out of my hole.” I started to protest over eating my own cum, but she didn’t give me a chance as she planted her cunt right over my mouth for cleaning.  I almost gagged as I felt my warm cum flowing into my mouth.  But she ignored my displeasure and just kept on sliding back and forth over my lips and tongue, depositing more and more of my cum into my open mouth.

I felt her shift and saw her reach over to the bedside table for the chastity device.  I was about to protest, but knew better.

“Now, my sweet lover, I hope you enjoyed your orgasm.  It’ll be the last one for a little while.  Until I decide when.  Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this in time.  And you’ll enjoy your orgasms much more.  And in between spurts, you’ll be a lot more attentive to my needs, wont you?”  she said

“Yes Nicola, I suppose you’re right.” I accepted meekly.

She slipped the steel cage over my cock and fitted the device securely around my balls.  I could here the click of a lock being snapped shut, and knew that I was now officially under her lock and key.  No more furtive squirts over the laundry hamper.  No more internet surfing and afternoon ejaculations before she came home from work.  That was all over now.  She truly had me fully under her control.  And somehow I found the whole prospect quite delicious.  More and more I was enjoying submitting to her crazy desires.  It made me feel protected and owned and cared for.

She got up off of me and sat on the side of the bed. “Stand up now Drew” she said “Take a look at your new state of affairs.” she giggled. I got up off the bed and stood in front of her. She reached out and fondled the chastity cage.  She started to stimulate me again. She brought her tongue up to the cage and flicked at my cock between the steel ribs containing it.  I could feel myself stiffen, but the sensation started to be painful as it tried to swell inside the cage.  She kept this up for a bit until I was moaning from the pain of my constricted cock.

“So you see what’ll happen if you stimulate yourself when I’m not around, like I know you have been.” she eyed me inquisitively.  I blushed in response.

“Well that wont be happening anymore, will it?” she said, as she waived the key to the chastity cage in front of me.. My eyes dropped to the floor, as I nodded in agreement.

“Good. Now I’ve noticed that my supply of clean panties is getting low.  Before you sleep tonight I need you to hand-wash some pairs for me, so I’ll have choices in the morning.” she said quite breezily  “See you in awhile.” 

With that I walked out of our bedroom.  Things had changed considerably tonight.

And they would never be the same, from this moment on.