Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, and public sex. All characters are 18 or older.
Adam has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but his exposure to it with his current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Adam and Naomi apply to become members in the highly exclusive Tunisia Society, a BDSM network of the city’s most powerful and influential women. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tunisia uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Adam finds himself standing alone before a gathering of the city’s most powerful and sexually dominant women with only one task: obey.
An Education in Femdom: The First Trilogy follows Adam along the initial steps of his sexual adventure, first at the hands of his partner, then on the public stage of the Tremboix Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society’s most prestigious members who, intrigued by Adam’s charms, makes a rare offer to train him personally over the course of a week.
All the while, the other hand worked its delicate touch up my thigh, claiming my body as hers one inch at a time.
As she continued to speak, her tone became quieter and more seductive, almost hypnotic. “But me, I can tell when a man is truly, utterly powerless. It doesn’t have anything at all to do with ropes.” The tips of her fingers brushed the seam of my briefs. “Do you know what I mean, Adam?”
“Yes,” I gasped. I felt paralyzed by need, not just her touch but her orchestration. She was playing my body, and every note seemed to match a perfect harmony I had never listened for before. All the while it seemed that the air I breathed was of nothing but her scent, issuing me deeper into her world of physical bliss.
“Yes, ma’am,” I repeated slightly less breathlessly in an attempt to hide my state from the onlookers. Jessica, of course, knew precisely what she was doing to me. There was no concealing this experience from her. And I would be safe in her arms, her touch told me. I could let myself go.
The hand between my legs rubbed over my underwear, cupping my balls ever so gently, and I let out an explosive breath.
“I could take anything you possess right now, couldn’t I?” she asked softly. “Anything that is yours is being surrendered up to me. I can feel it in every breath you take.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”
Her fingers felt at the edge of my underwear and then in stages she nudged them aside. The pressure of the constricting garment moved away and I felt my cock extending out into the air. The thought that I was somewhere where I was uncomfortable with my cock being exposed seemed to flit back and forth somewhere in the distant recesses of my mind.
“I could manipulate you and use you and you would not even think to object.”
“Yes,” I repeated. Each word she spoke seemed infused with the pleasure her fingers were imparting to me. I held my breath as I felt them wandering up the underside of my shaft and the infinitely sensitive tip. I had not opened my eyes in the past minute. Nothing else existed but the part of me that she was touching.
“When I hold you in my fingers, you are going to be mine utterly.”
“Yes,” I agreed before I understood what she was saying. Then when I did, I repeated, “yes.”
Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Expose and His to Train series with full consent of the original author.