Ive never really been a dominant or submissive type of person. Neither outgoing, nor quiet. Annoying at times though. Generally I tend to go along to get along, but I also have no issue with being vocal when needs be. Sexually, it's more of the same, I guess at a pinch you could say I'm a bit of a switch but it was all dependant on who I was being intimate with. Ultimately I just like to enjoy and work in with whoever so tend to go with the flow. 

Regardless, I've always had a thing for confident, assertive women. A lady comfortable with herself is an incredible turn on for me, and over the years I found myself gravitating more and more towards women with strong personalities. I like being around them, and I absolutely adore being with them.

Which eventually extended to the porn I'd watch, and the stories I'd read. Honestly, it happened so slowly that I didn't really notice, but all of a sudden I loved getting off to Dommes. Not the intense, cock and ball torture Dommes (though everything has its time and place), but the tie you up and use you for their pleasure Dommes. The demanding and assertive Dommes. The Dommes that treated you gently, but forcefully. The Dommes that reversed traditional sexual 'norms', and were the penetraters of their play things, and those who took great pleasure in having their playthings penetrate as they desire. 

Which I guess is a fairly circuitous way of giving context to this story, and Edie and Ana.

I'd met Edie through a friend a while back, and Ana through her. Edie was the sister of a friend and as we'd hung out a few times, we found we had a fair amount in common. We were both fairly alternative and as we were chatting one night, she asked if I'd ever been to a fetish show. I had to say I hadn't, even though it was a me sort of thing, and so we organized to go to one. 

It was a good crowd, and exciting for me as I was getting to see all the things I'd either read about, or watched clips of, in the flesh and while there were a lot of things to keep the eyes entertained, one of those particular things was a guy being flogged by two ladies. The ladies were clothed, he wasn't, and they were caning him with an almost tender intensity.  

As we were watching, one of the ladies looked up from her task for just a moment and Edie pointed and waved to her with a big smile. The lady - introduced to me later as Ana - saw her and smiled, waving back. She then drew the crop in her hand back, and gave Edie a wink as she brought it down - hard - against the bare ass of the lad below her. He took it like a trooper, and I physically winced as it happened. Ana was a strong looking woman, and that crop looked like it was an extension of her arm. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't skip a beat. 

Edie and Ana had known each other for ages. They'd met at school where they'd been outcasts together, had gotten in trouble together, and had been firm friends ever since, deeply ingrained in each other's lives.

They were also part of the fetish scene together, and could often be found either performing at events, or in attendance. Flogging was one of the many things they seemed to enjoy partaking in, but for them, the scene appeared to be as much being around people with similar outlooks and interests as it was the physical outlets. The hedonistic sexual aspect just so happened to look good on them. 

As for me, I'd always been a bit of a deviant but had never really found someone to indulge that part of myself with. I was open to trying most things at least once (and usually twice for good measure), but it's not always easy to broach with others. It never seems to be the right time to ask someone if they would pee on you, or if they'd be cool with giving you a prostate massage you know? It usually soured things pretty quickly. Open and honest communication may be important, but some conversations are tricky. I digress though. 

Edie and I were pretty good friends by that point, and a show was coming up that I'd somehow missed so I shot Edie a message the day of to see if she wanted to go. She came back pretty quickly and said she'd have to pass, as she had something else booked in. No biggie so I let her know and carried on with my day. About an hour or so later though, I get a message from her asking what time the show finished and if I'd be keen to catch up with her after? That wasn't super unusual as she kept non-standard hours so I said yeah, and she sent me an address to meet her at. Again, not unusual.   

11pm rolled around, the show ended, and I headed to the address, driving into ever more industrial areas of town until I pulled up outside an old workshop. There were a couple of cars around but not enough to make me think I was walking into a clandestine party so I pulled up at the address she gave me and headed over to the most likely looking entrance. As I got to it, I heard a buzz and a click before the door opened. Clearly the right place. 

The inside was more far more tidy than the outside suggested, and with white walls and bright lights, it had an austere and sterile feel to it. I figured there was no point in calling out as they clearly knew I was there, and with blind faith, I followed the lighting in front of me. Even with the trust I had in Edie, I still had a heightened sense of personal well-being and as I quietly walked down the hallway, I listened carefully, and began to make out voices. 

I drew closer to the end of the hallway, and saw that there were three doors in front of me. Pressing my ear to each in turn, I let out a quiet laugh as I thought of the pick a path books I read as a kid. Given the time of day and location, chances were slim that whatever was behind one of these doors was innocent, but it'd still be an adventure. 

I heard a muffled laugh behind the middle door. Bingpot. But do I knock? Or just roll on in? Unsure on what to do, I went with a friendly knock on the door, and waited a heartbeat before turning the handle and entering the room.  

Standing before me were Edie and Ana, lit by the bright fluorescent lights of a shabby office. Beside them was a sawhorse style padded bench, some leather crops and whips, and little else by way of furniture. The two ladies were clad in figure hugging attire and stilettos, and were towering over a kneeling man wearing nothing but a black eye mask, a chain attached to a pink collar around his throat (bedazzled with Princess), and a pair of the most unflattering, oversized granny knickers I've ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes upon. 

Edie was already smiling at me and said 'Hey Ted!' as she came over to give me a hug. She was a smidge taller than me normally, so 6 inch pleasers meant she had to squat just a little to greet me. 

As we hugged, the Princess turned his head in our direction, and Ana rewarded him with a jerk on his chain, which sent the kneeling man sprawling to the floor in front of her. 

'Jesus Richard, you can't even kneel properly. While you're on the floor though, you might as well lick my shoes. Tongue out. There's a good boy' and with that, Princess Richard stuck his tongue out and Ana pushed her foot towards him. Given that he was now lying on his side and blindfolded, there was no grace at all, and Ana wasnt making it easy for him, but to his credit, he worked hard to get his tongue to those beautiful black shoes.

Ana looked towards me and said, 'Richard enjoys the humiliation, Ted. We've been telling him that there would be a special guest tonight and he's been so excited. Haven't you dear? He's been waiting so patiently. On his knees. On the bench. On the floor. Of course, he has no idea who you are Ted, but we've been talking about the possibility that you could meet him in real life, or in fact, that you potentially already know him, and he just loves it, isn't that right Richard?'

Ana took that moment to step on his tongue, while Richard let out a muted 'yeth mith Ana' 

'Hes such a pet, and we've spent a lot of time together over the last year or so. When we first met, Richard was not as obedient as he is now, and it's been a lot of hard work, but I have been able to reinforce to him that despite what he thinks, he is a worthless little man who exists only to serve. Wouldnt you agree Richard?' he tried to nod, but his tongue was still pinned to the floor. 

Looking at the prostrate Richard before her, she continued: 'My whim is his every desire Ted, he deserves nothing, he knows that, and he's overjoyed at that. The fact that I will let him touch my shoes, let alone clean them is a rare opportunity for him to prove his place, isn't that right Richard? Though I strongly suspect he thinks that one day, those same shoes will lead him further up my legs. Well, let me remind you again Princess, that your tongue will never move up these gorgeous legs, and will in fact never even touch my bare flesh. The very idea itself repulses me, and you should banish any hope from your head of that ever happening.' I looked at Edie, who smiled at this, and was surprised to hear Richard moan. But I guess I also wasn't surprised? I am, after all, a man of eclectic and varied tastes. 

'But as you can see, he loves it Ted. See how hard he is in that disgusting underwear? Hilarious really. I misjudged the sizing but he seems to relish in how ridiculous they are. So much so, that I'm thinking of posting the underwear photos we took of him to his wife.  Would you like that Richard? Or perhaps send out some emails so that your friends and family can see how ridiculous you look? Hmm...? I think your wife would love to know that you would be putty in her hands with nothing but a dogncollar and a pair of knickers that your mother wouldn't be caught dead in.'

Ana took a moment and watched Richard. The look on his face was somewhere between shame, terror, and unabashed excitement. 

'You know I will have to tell her at some point, don't you Richard? Your wife...? What was her name again...? Lily...? I think she deserves to know, and I truly want her to be happy. Even if there is a risk that might make you happy too, I think thats a risk I'm willing to take. Personally, I think the embarrassment and shame would be unbearable, even for you dear Richard, but it's hard to know without running the experiment, don't you think? How does that make you feel Richard? Does that strike fear into your heart? Or does it do something else for you....?'

We all stood and waited, and watched. Small unintelligible noises had been escaping Richards mouth since he had fallen to the ground, and moreso since Ana's shoe pressed on his tongue. 

I looked up, and saw the ladies look at each other conspiratorially. Ana pushed down even harder on Richards tongue, and Edie slowly walked across to him. 

Click, click, click. The sound of her heels on the floor were loud in the room, and heavy with promise.

She walked around Richards body and stopping at his head, she lifted her right foot and placed the sole of her shoe on the side of his face, before slowly putting pressure against him. As she pushed down harder, Richards groans became louder.

Edie leaned forward, with more weight on her right leg, until Richards face was contorted in a mix of physical pain, and slobbery, drooling joy. His grunts and moans became constant, and his physical movements seemed to be involuntary. The girls started to play with pressure, altering the position of their shoes on his head and mouth, and I watched as Richard moved and squirmed, while saliva pooled at the edge of his mouth and face, and the girls kept going, and going, and going. 

Until, with no warning, Princess Richards body stiffened up, and he came. 

His fingers curled and be grabbed the tops of his thighs as a stream of semen was ejected from behind that awful underwear and splattered on the floor. Followed closely by a second spurt, and then a final sad little dribble that landed on his leg. All the while, Richard kept clutching at his thighs, and groaning.

'You dirty little man!' Edie cried, 'You were explicitly told that you weren't to ejaculate, weren't you? Weren't you??!' And at that, a riding crop appeared in her hand and she brought it down with extreme force across his ass and thighs, bringing a scream to Richards lips. 

She took a deep breath and stared at him for a moment before continuing in an offhand manner. 'I can't say that I'm really surprised though. I'm beyond excited that someone is here to watch your humiliation tonight, and while it disappoints me to see that it has excited you this much, it isn't unexpected. It also shows yet another thing that you have no control over. More things to work on.' She sighed and shifted slightly.

'You know you're going to have to clean that up now, don't you? We certainly aren't going to touch your filthy discharge. I guarantee Ted won't either. Honestly Richard, I actually don't have the words to express how disappointed I am, that you ejaculated. I thought you were finally making progress, I really did. But while words may fail me Richard, I am able to describe how this disappointment makes me feel physically. Are you wondering what I mean by that Princess? Well, what I mean is, I am so disappointed in you, that I can physically feel my vagina drying out. Its almost painful, and I genuinely don't think it has ever been drier than it is right now. It is so dry - and I need to be very clear here, so that you can understand me - but it is so dry, that I am in real, actual, physical pain. That is your doing Richard. I never would have thought it would be possible to be this turned off, but apparently it is, and apparently it is a special skill that only you have. So congratulations. If I didn't have better things to do, I'd be punishing you on behalf of all of the women in this world, and specifically for your poor wife Lily.'

She then looked at Ana and I with what seemed to be a look of revelation on her face before continuing. 'But actually, given that we have a guest this evening, I think we should commemorate this dry vagina moment! Don't you Richard? We could get more photos for your big reveal! I think you'd hate that, so that's what we will do! Ted, can you take some pictures of us with our trophy pig before we leave him to clean that mess up?'

Who was I to say no? I wasn't sure exactly what they wanted, but I took a bunch of pictures, being as artistic as I could, and even a couple of videos. They posed above and behind him, like hunters and fishermen do with their spoils and it seemed to bring joy to all three of them. All the while, the thought of this stuff getting out was making me feel nauseous, but seeing Richard getting hard again quelled some of the guilt I felt. 

When we were done Ana looked down at Richard and spoke at him with a bored and disinterested tone. 'Alright Princess, we're done here. You've got 9 minutes to tidy up, and get out. And make sure you clean all of your mess up. You leave any of that there and I swear this is the last time you'll see us.'

And with that, we all headed back down the hall to what must have been an old security office - complete with working security cameras I was surprised to find - and watched as Princess Richard stayed behind to clean up his mess, before gathering his clothes and what remained of his dignity, and leaving. 

As we sat and chatted, with the girls telling me how they had met Richard, I sat and listened to them. These two confident and assertive women, both comfortable with themselves and each other. I sat and listened, watching Princess Richard in the room, with such a sincere look of joy and conentment on his face that I couldn't help but be happy for him. Maybe even a little jealous and maybe, just a little bit envious. But specifically - wondering how that joy and contentment must feel, and what I'd be willing to do to get it.