Ironpete on Utopia Stories Library

Afternoon with the Dommes

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: While this story is fiction it is a conflation of my visits I have made to professional BDSM places in NY, San Francisco, LA and other places.

All the characters are based on real people. especially Carol who was a receptionist at a couple of places I visited often. There was always a high turnover of the dommes but Carol was always there. We got friendly and once she even did the domination in her street clothes where we chatted about stuff while she beat the shit out of me and I licked her sneakers. She ended the session with a long slow hand job. Hope you enjoy the story.

An Event

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a Japanese video. I have no back story for why these events are taking place. Feel free to make up your own circumstances.

It was mid morning when I got off the train at a small station in rural Pennsylvania. Three other young guys were already there; the fifth had been on my train several cars back. We didn’t know each other but we knew we were all there for the same reason. We were five white guys between 21 and 24. No one looked like an athlete but we weren’t too far out of shape. We did not speak to or even make eye contact with one another. We each had a small duffel with a change of clothes in it. That, our ID and $20 were all we were allowed to bring. We had been instructed to wait in the small station until someone came for us. It was nearly an hour before some one did.

Aunt Polly's

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Jimmy came into Aunt Polly’s kitchen to find a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and a big glass of milk waiting for him.

“Hi Aunt Polly. Thanks. I love your cookies.”

“Well go ahead and eat some but don’t spoil your dinner appetite”

Polly was a woman in her late forties. A solid woman with a large bosom. Her hair was brown with streaks of grey she did not care to color. She was a strong woman who took usually had her way. After Jimmy had eaten his third cookie and drank half the milk she said;

COS to Boss

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chloe and Richard came from Seattle to Portland to attend a funeral for the father of a friend. They were staying in a large downtown hotel that (unbeknownst by them when they booked it) was hosting a comic-con. After the funeral they returned to their hotel and shared the elevator with a zombie, a robot and a young girl wearing harem pants, army boots, a blue feather bra and a shockingly bright orange wig. She also had on a holster with some kind of sci fi weapon in it. Chloe was wearing a simple black dress, pearls and low heeled shoes; Rich wore a black suit, white shirt and striped grey and maroon tie. The robot and zombie got off and just the couple and the girl remained for the rest of the trip.

Dickie and the Night Visitor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: I published this a few years ago on another site. I don’t recall where or if the site is still up. I hope that is OK.

Chapter 1

“.. but you will spend the rest of your life as a plaything for me and my friends. Now open your mouth I need to…”

CLICK

“What was that?”

Dickie Johnson’s head popped up off the pillow leaving his favorite fantasy behind. Had he just heard a noise? It sounded like a key in his apartment’s door’s lock. Dickie would have gotten up to investigate but he was tied down pretty good. His feet were locked in cuffs, and spread apart with a 24 inch bar. The bar itself was tied in a very tight complex knot to the base of his bed frame. It would take a lot of maneuvering to get into position to untie that knot. Once he did that he would have to get off the bed with the spreader bar still in place and find the key to the cuffs. He had mixed the lock’s key with a few dozen others and then spread keys all over the apartment. He had no idea where the right one was.

Duncan's Caning

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Author's Note: A young man in his final weeks at a very private and exclusive school makes a painful error

The headmistress of Duncan Smith’s very exclusive school looked over her glasses at him. Something all the boys at school believed was that no one gave intimidating looks like Headmistress White did. Duncan felt his sphincter tighten and his balls try to climb back up his pubic bone. She had just finished a 10 minute low volume scolding having to do with his sexual impropriety involving drunken advances on a Eastern European housekeeper named Marta. Marta was also in the room standing to the side.

Meeting Ms. Charlotte

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

It was January in Chicago and winter was coming on strong. But it was warm inside “The Heart of Darkness” and it was filled with people trying to forget about the bleak months to come. I was somewhat of an insider there as much as any male sub could be. I had paid my dues by volunteering for clean-up duty on Sundays. I also had had professional visits to some of the resident Dommes so I was kind and was given opportunities some of the other newbies where envious of. On that particular night I was going to be on stage with a popular woman named Mistress Ava. Before the club opened I spent three hours cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, setting up various play stations and putting out the antiseptic cleaning stuff. Another sub and I were the only ones there until around 7 (the club doors opened at 9) when the organizers and performers started to show up. Most nights it was pretty much a play party but once a month or so they had a show night. This was going to be my first time as part of the show. Yes I was scared a bit. Mistress Ava was not known for her softness. But I am somewhat an exhibitionist when in the kink world, the exact opposite of what I am in the rest of my life where I happily blend into the background. At about 8 Mistress Ava showed up. She pretty much ignored me, I would have expected nothing less, and disappeared into the changing room.. We continued our last minute prep work and a little before opening time I was sent for by Mistress Ava

Queen of Thorns

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

Mistress Margaret happened to look at the monitor which displayed the entry to her club just as he glanced up at the camera.

“Oh shit” she thought.

The camera was recording on her PC so she was able to roll back the video and paused it when she did she saw there was no doubt who it was. She picked up the phone and called Mistress Jenna at the door and asked her to look at the form that he as all first timers had to fill out.

Seven Short Stories

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

1. First time

(NOTE: This is pretty much a true story based on my first time with a Pro-Domme.)

It was Jarrod’s first time with a dominatrix. Tall mean woman of various races hurting and humiliating him was the basis of his masturbatory fantasies since he was just a kid. He didn’t know the source of this desire; it was just part of him. At 24 he finally had worked up the courage to visit a Femdom studio. He had planned it for a week. He lived in the suburbs surrounding a large Midwest city that offered him several choices. It took him a while to select one. Each had a website, each featured photos of beautiful dominant woman, scary but cool looking dungeons and list of available services. He had nervously called each establishment and inquired about the price. And after much internal conflict he made his decision. He called the day before and made an appointment for noon. He took the day off from work. He had checked out the building on Google map. It was in a light industrial neighborhood. There was a parking lot a block away. He arrived an hour early and parked there. He was sure the attendant, and everyone he passed, knew he was on his way to perform perverted sex. At exactly noon he rang the bell for the 7th floor apartment. A female voice said:

The Maid's Maid

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter One

Serendipity is defined as “the occurrence of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. So let me tell you about my serendipity event . Two years ago during the summer before my final year in college I worked for a middle aged couple, Helen and David Roth in their commercial real estate business. They owned a couple of strip malls and a fairly large apartment building. Mrs. Roth was the power in their business. She worked the deals while David did the grunt work. Physically she was taller, heavier and I think a few years older than him. But it worked for them. I was hired to organize and digitize all their files. David was usually friendly to me, she on the other hand barley knew I was alive. Fast forward to about 10 weeks ago. I was on line and I Googled “Mature Dominatrix”. OK. That’s what I am into. At least as a fantasy. I live in the middle of nowhere where the closest pro Domme is a couple of hundred miles away. And at that time I doubted I would ever have the nerve to visit such a lady. So imagine the fucking shockwave that went through me when I found an online photo stream featuring Mrs. Roth. At first I thought it was one of those Google things. Maybe someone referred to her as a “Dominatrix of Business” or maybe a less than complimentary comment by an someone she went up against. There were lots of those. The heading on the photo stream said there were well over a thousand pictures. The first fifty or so showed her in her home, dressed in many different outfits. There were a lot more smiles in those pictures than I ever saw in the office. Some with David, some with her puppies. I was about to give up when a series of images of her in various undergarments started to display. Not Vickie’s Secret stuff, more like old style foundation garments. Long leg girdles and sturdy bras. Stuff woman of a certain age would have worn in the fifties. I was fascinated to say the least. And not a little excited. I continued through the pictures. More foundation garments with various see through baby dolls and teddies showing up and then I got to the money shot. Mrs. Helen Roth in knee high, high-heeled black leather boots, black fishnet stockings, a short black leather skirt and a un buttoned white blouse hanging open. She wore no bra, but you couldn’t quite se her nipples on her large tits. She had a lethal looking leather paddle in her hand and I had my dick in mine. The next three picture were her in the same outfit in various poses. But it was the next one that so surprised me that I actually stopped what my hand was doing. This was not a picture of her. It was someone dressed as a fetish French maid. I didn’t really understand it until I read the caption. The maid was David, her husband.

The Service

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1

It was a late summer evening and the setting sun gave everything a red glow. Thomas used the prettiness of the scene as an excuse to stare out the window of the house he rented just north of Seattle. In truth he barely noticed the view but instead he was anxiously waiting for a visitor. The people at the service had just given him a block of time like the cable company; they said their representative would be there between 4 PM and 8 PM. So he waited. As luck would have it he was in the bathroom when the doorbell embarrassingly played the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. He almost hurt himself putting his penis back in his pants and then, after a quick debate over taking the time to wash his hands (he decided no) he ran through the living room and opened the door.

The Story of Jon

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

THE DOCTOR

The receptionist was a tall, large breasted African-American woman with long braided hair streaked with red and gold. She looked at me like she had never seen me before although this was my third visit to Dr. Weinstein.

“I have a 2 o’clock appointment,” I said.

“Your name?”

“Allen, Jon Allen.”

She looked at the computer screen on her desk, flicked a couple of keys before saying “Oh the sissy boy, she will see you at 3.”