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by Dr. Jane Foxx
Brett was a typical macho male – until he made the mistake of trying his luck with Lady Jane and her beautiful friend and lover, Kitty. Very quickly, Brett found himself a prisoner in Lady Jane’s dungeon, used and abused by the two women for their amusement, and yet when he was finally released, he seemed unable to stop himself going back for more…
Published: 1 / 2011 No. words: 36200
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Sex Slavery / Training, Lesbian Erotica
In response to Kitty’s offer of handcuffs, a blindfold, and “the sexual adventure of a lifetime”, Brett Bronson was quick to agree to come along with the two women, which, as previously noted, certainly sealed his fate. Secretly, Lady Jane was quietly elated by his decision.
The general practice with any macho-dude the ladies might encounter was to handcuff him, with wrists behind his back, just as police usually do with their suspects. This way, Brett Bronson could not raise his arms to defend himself. Lady Jane and Kitty liked that initial feature of their ongoing plan, very much.
A silken scarf was tied tightly across the interloper’s eyes. Like most of his predecessors, Brett Bronson said he loved the mystery the women were creating. He thought it was fun! It was a typical male reaction to such initial FEMDOM expertise!
Using Kitty’s car, Lady Jane put Brett in the back seat and they drove him on a devious route towards his destiny. Both women felt the effects of a zinging rush as they moved along through the dark, rainy streets! What sadistic fun this evening could bring them both.
Down in Lady Jane’s dungeon, it was no trick for Kitty Hobbs to help getting Brett Bronson undressed. He was agreeable to anything the two women suggested, in spite of the restrictive blindfold and the handcuffs still on his wrists.
Brett Bronson’s shoes and socks came off first, followed by his trousers and underwear. Now he was totally naked, and his hopeful cock was clearly seen, bobbing on parade, almost fully erect and clearly eager for this grand opportunity to be with the two women.
Given the chance, in his mind, the macho-dude was certain he could handle both women, one right after the other. However, he was somewhat dismayed to realize pretty Kitty Hobbs was restraining him to a chair. What the hell was this all about, he wondered?
Still in the dark of his blindfold, the macho-dude began asking his first sobering questions about what the ladies were doing. Many restrained and blindfolded males, sitting in an austere dungeon atmosphere, have made the same serious inquiries.
“I’m getting you ready for “the sexual experience of a lifetime”, just like I promised,” Kitty hissed. “Remember?”
Lady Jane thought it was amusing to see how certain men acted in this lowly, restrained position. They had no idea what awaited them, yet, inevitably, they were anxious to get on with it. The blithering fools!
Brett Bronson grunted in his typical macho style, “Let me loose now, bitches, so we can start to fuck.”
“In a moment,” Kitty Hobbs replied with a fiendish smile, “you’ll be getting all the sex you can handle. Just be patient a while longer.”
Kitty Hobbs turned to look at Lady Jane, and in THAT instant, they each knew what was being considered by the other. Kitty’s face was flushed, and she had that unmistakable sparkle in her eye, which only meant one thing to her companion. Pretty Kitty Hobbs desperately wanted to service the Mistress of the house, as had been her ongoing habit! The macho-dude could simply sit there in the dark, restrained in his chair, and wait, just as Kitty had advised him.
As for herself, Lady Jane felt the developing situation called for her to take Kitty Hobbs by the hand, and lead her to an area where they could talk privately. The Mistress of the house was the type of calculating female who always insisted on avoiding misunderstandings, especially with a lovely miss like Kitty.
Miss Hobbs was the young lady who was so anxious to supply all the festive sucking on their schedule. Thus, a moment later, the two women ended up in an adjoining room, where the door was closed to give them some privacy.
“What is it, Darling,” Lady Jane asked Kitty. “Don’t you want the responsibility of dealing with our male guest?”
“Of course I want to help handle the big-mouthed bastard,” she replied, “it just that being with you, intimately, has a much higher priority in my mind.”
“How sweet you are,” Lady Jane remarked, sincerity clearly ringing in her voice.
“Does this mean you’d rather have me, first?”
“Well, of course it does!” Kitty insisted. “I don’t want a person like this contemptible male bastard interrupting our original plans. Let him sit and stew in the dark. That’s what he deserves. He can always be tortured later.”
Kitty blatant statement clearly showed the depth of her sexual ardor for Lady Jane. The Mistress of the house was impressed, but she had a slight reservation. Lady Jane asked, “Why don’t you give him something to do while he’s sitting out there, alone, in the dark?”
