Author: der_diener   (mikedoran21@yahoo.com)
Title: A journey to the countryside
Part: 1
Universe: Mike explores FemDom
Summary: Mike's invited to Mistress' manor in the countryside and receives an introduction to FemDom and BDSM.
Keywords: FemDom, FDom, malesub, bondage, spanking, whipping, CFNM
Language: English




<!--ADULTSONLY--> Fictional adult material, not suitable for minors




A journey to the countryside

Mike made it to Yvonne's address and arrived 5 minutes early. He found himself well outside the 
Charlotte city-limits in the countryside, the mansion being a quarter mile set back from the highway, 
hidden behind a forest of pines. The arch over the entrance door read 1908, yet the house was in 
marvelous condition.

The two of them had met at a party of the local BDSM joint 2 weeks earlier. Mike, 33 years old and a 
newcomer to the scene, was introduced to her by Leslie, the organizer of the party. Yvonne, like Leslie, 
had been with the club for several years and the two knew each other very well. Yvonne appeared to be 
in her mid 40s, black hair cut to a curved bob, brown eyes and a very feminine statue. She was well 
spoken and her body language displayed a sense of confidence and knowledge of her own beauty, yet in 
no arrogant manner. The long skirt covering her curves indicated to Mike that she was participating in a 
dominant role, unlike many attendees who were naked and semi-naked. 
Leslie was quick to spill the beans and told Yvonne that Mike was trying to explore his submissive 
fantasies. Yvonne expressed an interest in 'working' with Mike, though on that day she was about to 
leave for an appointment. Nevertheless, she gave him an invitation to meet at her place two weeks later.

Taking a deep breath, Mike rang the bell. A couple of seconds went by and the door opened. He was 
welcomed by a very pretty brunette, probably in her lower twenties, wearing a French maid's costume.
With a couple potatoes stuck in his throat, Mike squeezed out a classic "H-h-h-hi, how are you?" "Come 
on in. You must be Mike. Mistress is expecting you" she said. "I'm Karen".

Karen accompanied Mike thru a foyer and opened a pair of large French doors. They entered what 
resembled a large living room with a fireplace, antique furniture, a large dining table. A 6x6 area in one 
corner was blocked off with a curtain hanging from the ceiling. He spotted Yvonne as she got up from a 
sofa and approached him.

"Mike, welcome to my house. Glad you could make it". 

She was wearing a black open-shoulder nightgown, black stockings, reaching up the bottom of the 
nightgown, along with a pair of, probably 1-inch, sandal-style stilettos. The dress made of silk would 
carefully express her voluptuous breasts, with her nipples perking through leaving Mike to wonder if she 
was wearing panties.

 "Thank you for the invitation Yvonne. You have a really nice residence", Mike replied, starting to loosen 
up a bit.
"Thank you. We work hard to keep it up. Oh, and by the way: Feel free to address me with Mistress for 
the rest of the day. And, if I ask you a question, you shall put a yes in front of Mistress."
"Karen welcomed you at the door. She is my servant. Karen deserves some R&R and will join us for tea-
time when my friends arrive. Do you like her dress?"
Mike turned at Karen, let his eyes take another look at her curves and replied "Oh yes, I think she looks 
stunning in that dress!"
Yvonne tilted her head, looked in his eyes and raised her index finger: "This would be your one and only 
warning. You will respond with 'Yes Mistress' or regret it dearly". Booby-trap was what went through 
Mike's mind in that moment. Well, what are the odds ...?! He saw Karen squeezing her eyes together in 
what resembled an expression of pain.
"Yes ............. Mistress" it popped out of Mike.

"Karen: Sandra and Nicole will arrive shortly. Please get the slave prepared and set up the dining table 
with tea and cookies" Yvonne instructed. "Mike, you will address Karen with Ma'am and follow all her 
instructions until further notice. Same applies to my guests"
He looked at Karen and nodded his head. Yvonne returned to her seat as Karen pointed back to the 
French doors and made him follow her. On their way out of the room, Yvonne called upon Karen: "Write 
him up for the first 10 lashes for his nodding".

Karen took him through the foyer into what would have been some kind of formal sitting room when 
the house was built. She sat down in a chaise longue, stretching out her gorgeous legs. "Go the window 
and strip for me". Mike did as told and went to the window and undressed. "Slow down a little, I want to 
enjoy this" Karen said. Mike removed his underpants. His semi-erect organ popped loose and pointed 
straight at Karen. "Hold it - stand up straight!" "Yes Ma'am" Mike complied and Karen watched is organ 
solidify in a pumping motion and stand up to a 45 degree angle from his belly over the next half minute 
or so. His foreskin pulled back in the process and exposed the glowing lilac glans. "Turn around, let me 
see your rear end" Mike did and Karen enjoyed the panorama he presented. He turned forward again to 
face her. "So why are you not shaven?" Karen asked. "Sorry, I didn't know Ma'am ..... was I supposed to 
be?" was all Mike could respond. "You will have to be shaven when I present you to Mistress and her 
guests". Karen got up, grabbed two pillows from a couch and threw them in front of a chest. A jug and a 
bowl with water and bathroom utensils were spread across the top. "Come on over and kneel on the 
pillows". She pulled towel from the wall and placed it between the pillows. Mike knelt down. She 
reached for an electric clipper and handed it to him. "Get to work!" A couple minutes later she handed 
him foam and a blade. He continued. Looking, at her as if was finished, she instructed: "Lean back". She 
inspected his work. "Fair enough. Mistress will be satisfied with that. "It would have been a shame to 
present your well hung equipment and that cute butt with this fur around it."

"Now, get up and face the wall. Spread your legs, spread your arms and hold 'em up against the wall". 
Mike got up and spread-eagled against the wall. Karen pulled open a drawer and found what she was 
looking for. She approached Mike with a 2 foot long, thick leather string in her hand. She stood behind 
him and both her hands reached for his cock and nuts. He could feel her lower belly pushing against his 
butt and, as if in a reflex, his buttocks automatically pushed back towards her. "You better not cum 
unless Mistress tells you so. Otherwise, 50 strokes with the studded paddle" Karen pointed out. 
"Chances are the same will happen if your cock decides to take a nap". The speed and accuracy with 
which she wrapped the string around his genitals surprised him. Her tender hands were barely touching 
his organs. Mike moaned and jerked forward in excitement as she suddenly pulled the string tight and 
formed a double-knot under his nut sack. She went back to the chest, found a 2 inch leather collar and 
tied it around his neck.

"...Think we're done. Let's present you to the Mistress"

Karen led Mike to the living room. Mistress was sitting in her sofa reading a magazine. "He is ready, 
Ma'am" as Karen pushed him in front of the sofa. "Well, well, what a pleasant sight. It's been a while 
since I last had a stud in my living room" Mistress said with a smile on her face. And soon enough: "Turn 
around". Mike was happy to leave a positive impression with Mistress Yvonne yet he felt his legs getting 
weaker and weaker. She flipped her index finger and Karen pushed him to the left-front corner of the 
sofa. With his back facing Mistress and Karen in front of him: "Bend over" came the order from Mistress. 
Mike bent forward, holding on to Karen's arms with his head ending up at her belly. SMACK, SMACK... a 
burning sensation run through Mike after Mistress slapped his ass barehanded, held on to it and 
squeezed. A moment later he felt her fingers running down his butt crack, then pressing nut sack and 
gently tickling up and down his shaft. He quickly ran out of breath and his hips randomly jerked back and 
forth while Karen held him in place.

"Very nice. I think you will be quite entertaining this afternoon. Karen: Do I smell shaving cream?" "Yes 
Mistress"

"Tea and Cookies ready?" "I'm on my way" Karen hastily responded. She guided Mike to the other side 
of the sofa where an oversized pillow was on the floor, placed two feet away from the sofa, and made 
him kneel down facing Mistress. She left the room through another door. As Mistress continued reading 
her magazine, Mike received a couple of behavioral instructions, such as: "You are to always look down, 
preferably on the floor". "Yes Mistress". "You will read our wishes of our lips and fulfill them", "You are 
not to play with yourself, anyone else or cum unless instructed to do so" "you will keep your hands on 
your back when they serve no purpose", "If you're not busy, you will kneel on the floor next to me with 
your legs spread apart. Failure to maintain an erection is regarded as disobedience" she went on.
Some 15 minutes later the smell of chocolate chip cookies made it to the living room. Karen now was in 
and out of the living room, setting up the table. Soon enough, the door bell rang. Mistress turned her 
head and looked at Mike's hard cock and said: "Go get the door and welcome my friends". "Yes 
Mistress" Mike went towards the foyer and the door as he was thinking... 'what if this is a guy from the 
historic homes association, probably with a seat on the city board?' The door and its frame had no 
windows .... he paused for a second... and opened. 

He looked at two Ladies, probably in their mid 40s, each dressed with a long coat and carrying a purse. 
He looked down: "Welcome, please come in". As he pulled the door open, the brunette Lady mentioned 
to her friend: "Did Yvonne get a male sub? I didn't know she is into boys!" "I didn't know either" the 
blonde Lady stepped forward visually appraising his body and looking at his hangings. "Not a bad pick, 
I've seen worse!" The brunette stepped in as well, with a "Nice ass" and Mike closed the door. Both took 
their coats of revealing nothing but lingerie. He led them through the foyer and into the living room. 
Mistress got up and the three hugged and embraced each other, exchanged the usual formalities. 
"Slave, meet my friends Sandra and Nicole" as Mistress reached for his chin and pulled it up slightly. 
Nicole, on the left, was brunette and Sandra, on the right, with slightly curled blond hair. Sandra was 
wearing a long skirt, shoulder to foot, with a rather thin fabric and a flower pattern. The skirt was cut at 
the front to reveal her breasts in full and provide some upward support. Ever since she removed her 
coat, Mike couldn't help but stare at these precious, mature fruits. Nicole was wearing a nightgown, 
similar to that of mistress, colored in champaign and made of very thin chiffon. Her body, her sex and 
her breasts were essentially visible behind some "haze".

Karen joined the group and the 4 of them went on to inspect a new antique secretary-chest standing in 
the living room that Mistress had recently purchased. "Shall we sit and enjoy some tea?" Mistress asked 
as they went on to find their seats around the table. Mike followed and knelt down, but was corrected 
promptly: "Slave, bring the tea and the cookies from the kitchen ..... through the door over there". Mike 
found the kitchen and delivered the cookie tray and the tea to the table. He proceeded to fill the cups 
and placed a cookie on each plate. His erect member was nowhere near taking a nap. He had a 
somewhat hard time working around it and tried to make sure he would not hit any 'obstacles' along the 
way. Once done, he assumed the position next to Mistress.

"So how did you end up with a stud? Are you changing sides? Is Karen retiring?" Sandra questioned. "Oh 
no, Karen is fine. She is the best maid I ever had. I met slave Mike at the bondage club downtown. He 
looked a little unsure about himself so I invited him to come over for half day. Let's see how he takes to 
it" Yvonne responded. The chatting went on. Mike brewed more tea and made sure the cups wouldn't 
go empty. He stopped at Nicole for a refill "May I ?" Nicole asked her host. "Sure" Mistress replied, 
"Help yourself".

"Come closer, slave. Stand by the table. Hands on your back" Sandra fell in. Mike moved to the edge of 
the table and stood between Sandra and Nicole. Nicole inspected his legs, then his belly, twisted his 
nipples and assessed his rock-hard member as Sandra stood up and moved behind him. Nicole returned 
a smile towards Mistress as Sandra took over: "Bend over the table, slave" "Yes Ma'am" Mike complied 
and a "spread your buttocks" followed promptly. Having reached for his behind he could feel Sandra 
running her index finger down his furrow and eventually gently probing his anus. "That is one tight little 
pucker we have here. Is he a virgin?" Mistress shook her head for lack of knowledge and asked him "Are 
you?" "Yes Mistress". "How good is his tongue?" Nicole questioned. Mistress looked at Karen, who 
raised her shoulders, and responded "We have yet to find out"

As he was standing back up: "Well, now, a virgin. I feel honored" Sandra looked in his eyes and returned 
to her chair. The chatting continued and Mike resumed his duties.

"I think it's time for some obedience training" Mistress cheered into the round. A sense of excitement 
erupted around the table. 

"Slave, go ahead and open that curtain for us" Mistress instructed. Mike proceeded and opened the 
curtains to the 6x6 corner section. What he revealed was a professional spanking bench, consisting of a 
wood frame, black leather cushions and couple of tie down straps. Mike returned to the table as 
Mistress spoke up: "My count for today comes up to 30: 10 for your lack of verbal response, 10 for 
failing to shave and 10 for failing to help my friends out of their coats when you welcomed them." 
Silence ... 4 pairs of eyes looking at Mike and his erect cock ... more silence .... "Yes Mistress".
"Slave, grab the blue plug and the anal lube form the chest over there, upper drawer" Mike walked over 
to the chest and heard her continue "Karen, would you like to change roles and do the honors for us 
today?" "Sure" was her response.

Mike returned with the plug and the lube. The plug, maybe 4" long, was made of plastic, had a battery 
slot at the bottom and two small buttons at the base.
"Karen, you pick the tools!" Mistress cheered at her. "The riding crop, third drawer from the top" Karen 
smiled at Mike. Off he went.
"Can I do his plug?" Sandra requested. Nicole stood up: "I'll tie him down!"
"Sounds like a plan!" Mistress replied.

Mike handed the riding crop to Karen and Nicole took the initiative. They went to the bench, he tried to 
get comfortable on the cushions and Nicole tied him down, one strap at a time. He was facing the 
corner, his fully exposed ass and thighs facing the open room and his nuts dangling in mid-air. When 
Nicole was done his body couldn't move anymore.
'This is it' went through his mind 'no way out'.

Mistress and Sandra, with the gadgets in her hand, left the table and approached Mike's derriere. Karen 
followed. Mike was breathing heavy, his body shivering and his eyes close to tears. Mistress approached 
his head and bowed down. Grabbing his chin, she whispered: "Don't worry, you'll be alright. It's not 
going to hurt. If you take it well, there will be a reward for you later." 'Yes Mistress"

Nicole was still standing in the corner, in front of him. Only moving his eyes, he could see her from the 
belly down. She was not wearing panties. He was able to see her landing strip through the lingerie. Her 
legs were very feminine and her stilettos revealed beautiful, well pedicured feet.
He felt a cold substance attaching to his orifice. A finger gently pushed and spread the lube around his 
anus. His eyes went back to Nicole's pussy.

An object started to probe his anus, back and forth, millimeter by millimeter.
He stretched and pushed his head up a fraction trying to scent Nicole's triangle. His eyes were focused 
on it. If that Genie from the bottle could grant him only one ... just one wish right now....
Mike emptied his lungs in a baffled scream as Sandra plunged the plug in and settled it. She kept 
pushing and pulling slightly to keep his attention. He started to breathe again.
Mistress interrupted: "Turn it on!"

"Do we need to gag him?" Nicole wondered. "No, let's see how he takes it" Mistress responded.
His butt shot upwards and his back tried to straighten out as Sandra turned on the plug and a set of 
random vibrations went through his rear end. "Oh, he's fine" Sandra pointed out and gave him a slap 
with her hand."Why don't you take over, Karen."

Karen went to work. She struck him with somewhat medium force and Mike's body shook again, this 
time under a quick burning sensation. Silence followed,
"Slave!" Mistress shouted.
Suddenly it dawned on Mike: "One - Thank you Ma'am - may I have another one please".
"That's better" Karen smiled - smack. "Two - Thank you Ma'am - may I have another one please".
The strokes got harder as time went by. Mike tried to retain some composure and a sense of pride - yet 
that was wishful thinking and only took place in his mind.
"Thirty - Thank you Ma'am - may I have another one please". He had forgotten they had arrived at 
thirty. His ass was burning - his body felt drained and exhausted. Instead of another blow to his rear-
end, Nicole opened up the cuffs around his wrists. The four of them assembled around his butt to 
inspect Karen's work. "Not too bad, Karen, considering your inexperience with whipping", Sandra 
pointed out. 

"Karen, untie him and let's sit down for another tea." Mistress requested.
After Karen untied Mike, the Ladies went back to the table. Mike was asked to bring fresh tea and did as 
instructed. Upon return and filling up the cups, Mistress requested: "Slave, pick up the body massage oil 
at the chest, a towel and 2 pillows and kneel down in front of me" Mistress scooted back her chair as he 
picked up the two pillows and knelt down in front of her.

"My legs and feet are a little sore and we would love to know more about your massage skills. Get to 
work!" She put her right foot on the stacked pillows, right in front of his erect organ. Holding the 
massage oil in his hand, Mike was confused as to what to do. "Go on, take it off" Mistress was reading 
his mind. He loosened the strap on her stiletto and took the right shoe of. Mistress pointed to the 
stockings on her right leg - he reached for her upper thighs and slowly rolled them down. He caught a 
glimpse of her triangle as she relaxed her left leg. Her legs were beautiful. Mike wanted to reach and 
kiss. But his instructions were clear and his butt still burning. He poured oil into his hands, distributed 
and started at her foot. Carefully kneading and tickling, he slowly worked his way up her lower leg and 
to her knee. 15 minutes must have passed, the Ladies continuing their conversation and Mistress 
occasionally moaning with pleasure. 

A smack on his hands made clear it was time to stop as he reached her upper leg. He wiped of the excess 
oil and rolled the stocking back up and fastened the stiletto. She moved her left foot on the pillow - 
Mike continued. Working on her knee, he could suddenly feel her right foot caressing his nut sack. "Put 
some oil on!" Mike lubricated his hard member and continued to massage her knee while Mistress 
moved on to caress his shaft. His eyes were focused on the opening of her nightgown between her 
thighs as his member was pouncing against her foot in excitement.

"That was not too bad a massage, slave" Mistress complimented him. "You might enjoy his massage 
skills as well" she said to Nicole and Sandra.
He rolled her stockings up, put her shoe on, cleared the area and resumed a kneeling position next to 
mistress.  The topic changed and the conversation went on.

Eventually, Mistress Yvonne had mercy on Mike:
She made him stand up and face the table. The Ladies seemed to assess him for a minute or two, 
moving their eyes up and down his body.

"Turn around for us. Let us see your behind", Nicole told him. "Yes Ma'am" Mike complied - turned 
around and presented is bruised buttocks. Yvonne grabbed his arm and made him face the table again.

He never felt so embarrassed and humiliated before in his life. He was standing at the table, presented 
like some kind of painting to an audience. He felt weak, barely able to stand up straight. His knees were 
feeling like jello and his feet behaving like roller skates. The plug didn't make life any easier. The 
constant, random interval vibrations made his lower torso slightly reflex forward. His blood-red member 
was poking 2-inch deep holes in the air - and he couldn't control it. "Wow!" was all Sandra could say. 
Nicole nodded at Yvonne: "He has quite a punch in his hips!" Yvonne vaguely smiled, "Maybe next time 
we can watch him take Karen".

 "Other than the 3 little mishaps, which he paid for, Mike has been a good servant today, carried out his 
chores as instructed and deserves a little reward", Yvonne pointed out to her friends around the table. 
The response consisted of smiles and nodding heads.

"Slave, grab the KY on the chest and bring it over here." He stumbled to the chest at the wall and picked 
up the KY and went back to the table, where Yvonne was still standing. She pulled him to the table 
where the Ladies were sitting and made him lean on the table, facing the group, with his nut sack and 
erect member dangling above the table.

"Lubricate yourself and masturbate for us. When you're ready to cum, put your hands on your back".

"Y-Y-Yes Mistress...."

Mike was confused. He was ready to let go just by hearing her spoken permission. There was no way he 
could lube up and play with himself and hold it back any longer. After all, his prostate and nut sack were 
in pain by now, following hours of denial. Well, he would comply as good as he can. He unloaded a 
dollop of KY onto his organ and into the palm of his left hand. He proceeded trying to distribute the 
substance and stop the runoff. Things went from bad to worse. He tried to touch himself - fumbled with 
his member and his nut sack. He couldn't take anymore sensation. He was not willing to come early, 
disobey the Mistress and take another spanking.

Mike conceded and put his hands on his back. He glimpsed around the table and observed several 
amused faces. Nicole's eyes were almost closed and she moaned: Her hands were underneath the table 
and it appeared she was playing with herself.

"Karen, could you lend me a hand?!" Yvonne requested. Karen got up walked around the table and 
stopped at Mike's left side, with Mistress Yvonne standing to his right. The two Ladies each reached with 
one arm under Mike's arms on his back and slightly tilted him forward over table. Karen reached for his 
balls with her left hand, applied some pressure and gently kneaded. Mike's body started to spasm, his 
head and his hips jolting in opposite directions. 

"Look, follow my hand" Mistress Yvonne whispered in Mike's ear as her right hand approached is organ. 
He did, and observed how the tips of her fingers gently touched the tip of his organ. Mike suddenly 
realized why the two Ladies had reached under his arms on his back - his knees gave way and he was 
about to fall. He could feel both their hips and breasts pushing against his sides. Her grip grew tighter as 
Mike couldn't breathe anymore and she eventually ran her hand down his shaft. She held her hand 
steady as Mike began thrusting in and out of it. He pretty much lost consciousness and unloaded onto 
the table. 
His cumshot almost reached the other end of the table where Nicole jerked back with an 
expression of amazement and compliments in her face. His body collapsed with his locked up arms 
searching for support.

Mike's face landed on the table as Mistress Yvonne hinted at Karen to remove the plug from his anus. 
Karen got a hold of the plastic cone and gently pulled as Mike suddenly rammed forward into the table 
driven by another spasm of excitement.

Karen pulled one of the chairs, placed it behind Mike and the two dropped his delirious body into it.
Mistress Yvonne and Karen each sat down. 

"How about a game of bridge?" Yvonne asked into the round.



