Femdom Training of Egon - Extract

 

 

Lady Alyssa shouted into Jenny's ear so she could be heard over the music, "One rule, Room Service Girl."

"What's that?"

"You can't touch his dick."

That dashed Jenny's expectations of the fun.

"Why not? Because it's yours?"

Lady Alyssa smiled. "No, though I like that thinking, too. Because he's not allowed to experience any pleasure until I give him permission."

Oh. Jenny shut her mouth. She didn't want to do this. Take off the man's last article of clothing in front of these impassioned women? Remove his last vestige of modesty, when he couldn't defend himself? When he wasn't allowed to feel good himself?

Jenny looked at Egon, and couldn't break away. A man carved out of testosterone. A man who ordinarily wouldn't look twice at her, except to sign his room service bill. A Greek god. A model for Michelangelo.

Abdomen muscles sculpted by da Vinci.

A man as far above her boyfriend Gary as the stars in the sky.

If she pulled Egon's black underwear down, Jenny realized she might never be satisfied with Gary or other, ordinary boyfriends again for the rest of her life.

It would be like glimpsing Paradise for a second, then living the rest of one's life on Earth never satisfied with ordinary, simple pleasures.

Perhaps banning her soul forever from Heaven.

Like a jolt of cocaine tasting like chocolate, breathing nitrous oxide while going on a roller coaster. The ultimate thrill ride.

How could she resist?

Jenny knelt just in front of Egon, holding his knees together with her arm, resting her weight on his thighs, allowing herself the pleasure of touching his naked thighs.

She took a deep breath, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the elastic waistband.

The bulge of his erection practically rubbed her nose. The underwear fabric was so tight, so close-fitting, Jenny could not imagine the strength his penis needed to exert to pull it away from the skin of his groin.

She smelled the dense, hot musky fragrance. His pre-cum. The jungle moisture of his thick hairs, his ball sack.

Inside her bra, Jenny's nipples hardened, stiffening, reaching to the sky. Between her legs, hot juices dripped. Was she allowed to pleasure herself? If she couldn't touch Egon's manhood, let alone put it where she needed it to go, how about her own finger?

Do it. Do it now.

Jenny pulled, just a weak tug. Nothing. These underpants did fit him tightly. All right, use more strength. Only underwear.

She tensed her stomach muscles, yanked.

Down to his knees.

Oh no, God give her strength.

Jenny's knees trembled. She nearly blacked out and pitched forward, mind overcome with ecstasy.

Like magic, Egon's manhood stood up straight, nearly to his chest.

Dark, mottled with irregular veins like Italian marble. Slightly curved. Capped with a purplish head like a small mushroom on a stalk. At its base, the dark crinkly hairs like a bird's nest. Balls pulled in tight to the base of his pelvis.

In her overwhelming admiration of the male sexual perfection just three inches from her face, Jenny nearly opened her mouth, and leaned forward to take it inside her. Just in time, she remembered Lady Alyssa's rule.

What kind of crazy party was this, anyway?

Eight women -- nine counting herself -- taunting and making fun of the most nearly perfect specimen of masculinity Jenny ever encountered.

Was this some sort of punishment? Did Lady Alyssa catch him cheating?

Would Jenny care, if Egon were her boyfriend? No way. Ordinary relationship rules were for ordinary men, such as Gary -- though it's true Jenny let him get by with way too much -- not for male angels disguised as mortal men, such as Egon.

Screw her best friend. Screw her sister, her mother, her cousin, his own sister/mother/cousin -- so what?

So long as you screw me, too.

"All the way off, Jenny," Lady Alyssa shouted, reminding Jenny to slip the underpants down more, off Egon's feet.

Jenny stood up, backed away.

The other women cheered the sight of Egon -- hands tied behind his back, mouth gagged with a mask so he could do nothing but grunt, his gigantic, porn-star erection on full display.

Jenny then understood why Mr. Matthews told her and Paul not to tell him what happened at this private party. He knew, or suspected. And while he didn't want to risk a police bust, he also didn't want to lose the business. For the suite, the catered dinner complete with free-flowing fine wine, the bill must already total over five grand.

While Egon's masculinity hypnotized Jenny, the atmosphere in the suite turned even rowdier. The music blared with the rocking rumble of a hundred miles per hour bullet train.

Someone turned off the suite's lamps, replacing them with several blacklights. The blue whirling light flickered with strobe speed, transforming the suite into a hallucinogenic, violet nightclub.

Several of the women made out with each other.

Still wearing her sheer negligee, looking naked except for the lightest layer of a gauzy spider web, Lady Alyssa danced in front of Egon. She carried not only her short whip, but in the other hand a stick with several peacock feathers fastened to the end.

"You having fun?" she shouted at Egon.

He grunted in reply.

She slashed his shoulders again with the whip. "You're a man. You're not allowed to have fun here!" she cried, arm rising and falling with ruthless fervor. "Only women!"

Apparently the whip hurt him enough, for his erection wilted, then shrank into a nub of soft flesh, like a peanut between his legs.

Jenny's heart cried in sadness. Why didn't Lady Alyssa at least allow him to enjoy his erection? Certainly she couldn't be the only woman there who craved seeing such a monster erection.

"Simone!" Lady Alyssa shouted at the women.

A short and thin African-American woman with high cheekbones and almond eyes stopped French kissing with Cindy. She wore a pushup bra that pushed her large breasts so high, her rouged nipples glowed in the black light.

She strutted over to where Egon sat, eyes dazed and slack, and leaned forward, resting her weight on his knees.

She then licked her lips with a slow, wicked, lascivious motion that made Jenny stick her hand down inside her pants and rub her crotch.

With the black light flickering, nobody noticed Jenny fingering herself, did they?

Simone then leaned closer to Egon, so her full breasts hung right in front of his face. She swayed and dipped, keeping them near his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Could any healthy young heterosexual male see those dangling mammaries and fail to react?

Especially when Lady Alyssa stuck the stick in between Simone and Egon, and lightly touched the peacock feathers to the head of Egon's penis?

Rubbing him. Back and forth. Not too much. Just tickling, teasing . . .

When Simone pulled back, Egon's erection again stood tall, bobbing slightly with the music.

"Monster!" Lady Alyssa shouted. She again whipped his shoulders until the erection vanished.

Then she called for one of the other women.

One by one, they all danced in front of Egon and teased him with their bodies. One shimmied with her breasts right in his face. Another shook her hips sideways with the fast pace and hips of a belly dancer. One turned and rubbed her ass against his knees.

No matter how much Egon grunted and groaned. No matter how much he moaned, and screamed from within his chest, Lady Alyssa brushed his groin with the peacock feather, and his hard erection returned.

Then Lady Alyssa whipped him in a frenzy until the blood left his cock, and it went down again.

How long could that go on?

Jenny didn't know, couldn't think. She kept her hand down the front of her pants. Fingers within her white cotton panty briefs. Two fingers deep inside her vagina while rubbing her clit with her greasy wet thumb.

"Jenny!" Lady Alyssa called out, pointing the whip at Jenny. "Your turn again, Room Service Girl."

Jenny looked up. Caught masturbating in public. Oh God.

"You're so horny everybody here can smell you like a bitch in heat," Lady Alyssa said. "Come here."

Slowly, shy as the first day of kindergarten, Jenny stepped over to Lady Alyssa and Egon.

Lady Alyssa shocked Jenny by pulling her hotel uniform pants down, so everybody could see her bare naked legs and panties.

"Take him," Lady Alyssa said to Jenny before Jenny could protest. "Eat him, devour him. Drown him in your lust. But don't make him come, or I'll whip you too. Keep your panties on, so you're not tempted to take him inside you. Get them sopping wet."

Jenny didn't need any more encouragement. She threw off the top of her job uniform, so she wore only her bra and panties. No exciting lingerie, but now she felt more in tune with everybody else at the party.

She jumped onto Egon like a starving bear, straddling his lap just as in her fantasies. She circled his back with her arms and crushed his chest to hers, as tight as her muscles could contract. She slammed her face to the side of his neck, his throat, the earlobe not covered by the mask holding the gag in his mouth.

She hitched in her stomach muscles and tightened her inner thighs, to press her groin against his belly as hard as she could. Over and over.

She bounced and thrust, establishing a fast rhythm, driving hard to score. Juices flowing from her vagina to soak her panties and wet his skin.

It shouldn't have worked. Her vagina remained empty, but the friction excited her clitoris, and the sheer excitement amazed her.

Sitting on a man's lap yet hunching him with wild abandon. What was this sexual position called? She didn't learn it during Sex Ed.

She kept her face against his shoulder and neck, his sweat mingling with the flood of perspiration from her forehead. The salt taste filled her mouth, along with a bubbling stew of male hormones from his glands and her own bio-chemical secretions of pure, unadulterated feminine lust.

Her mouth chewed until she feared severing a major cord in his neck, but she couldn't stop.

Her tongue lapped his pores, starved for male sexual response.

This beat every night she ever spent with Gary.

Her fingers groped his flesh, tips gripping the solid line of bony ribs. She pulled, trying to take his solid abdomen, with its hard muscles, to her. Rubbing his chest with her breasts.

Bra too tight. With a fast motion she unhooked and removed it, and went back to unrestrained rabbit humping against the unmoving, helpless male god, compelled to slake her cravings.

Skin to skin, nipple to nipple, rock-hard muscle fiber against soft feminine fat.

Almost there. Ohgodohgod.

The other women . . . now chanting, cheering -- cheering Jenny on as she kept hunching, rubbing, clutching, rubbing, couldn't think . . . clit against washboard abs, man to die for, that's what, that's what -- oh yes!

Nirvana exploded through Jenny's nerves and arteries.

As the other women cheered, she slumped, now just leaning against Egon's chest, as exhausted as though she just ran a marathon. Slowly, she got off Egon like a child pulling herself down from a rocking horse.

As she went, his giant erection brushed against her ass.

So Lady Alyssa beat him again.

"You still have an erection," she told him loudly. "So you must be punished. Jenny, he dared to enjoy himself while you were taking your rightful pleasure from him, so if you so desire, the duty belongs to you."

"What do I do?" Jenny asked, still panting.

"Treat him just like the naughty little baby he is. Take him over your knee and spank him. Hard!"

Lady Alyssa quickly untied the ropes binding Egon. Jenny held her breath, wondering if he would take the opportunity to run. Or fight. Or beg for mercy. Or somehow defend himself.

But instead, Egon just stood there holding his hands at his waist, head down, not looking at anyone else. His black hair mussed up in such a cute way, Jenny wanted to run her fingers through it.

She sat down in the chair, and Lady Alyssa helped her maneuver Egon so he lay across her lap. It was awkward, because he was so tall. His feet touched the floor on one side. The top of his head nearly touched the floor on the other. He braced himself with his hands and forearms. In the middle, his penis bulged between her thighs, burning, hard/soft tube of masculine flesh.

Oh my.

So near her crotch, but yet so far away. Her labia longed to caress and hold its thick joy. Her clit trembled, vibrating with a high-pitched squeal. Her vaginal walls clenched and throbbed.

She arched her hips. Just a little closer, a little closer . . . but -- ridiculous. He couldn't enter her while lying sideways across her, could he? She never heard of anyone screwing in that position.

Her knees ached to spread as far as they could, while her thighs pressed together to rub Egon's massive manhood between her sensitive skin.

And though he braced himself, enough of his weight pressed down on Jenny's legs to squash her into the dark wood of the chair seat.

How dare he?

Jenny raised her hand and swatted his ass as hard as she could.

Thwack!

The assembled women cheered.

The impact jarred Jenny's shoulder, and stung her palm as much as Egon's buttocks, but it felt great.

She spanked him again and again.

Even in that light the skin of his ass gleamed red and wicked.

She took a moment to rest her hand.

Lady Alyssa handed Jenny a short, wooden paddle.

The End