my boots, worm!" the domme screamed at the thin, pale man
writhing on the floor in front of the sharp point of her stilettos.
Goddess." The man lifted his head. His lips moved over the
patten leather of her shoes. He moaned as he worshiped.
domme lifted one stiletto and pushed the flat part against the
submissive's face. "I should walk on you."
Goddess," the man whined.
Is this similar to what you think of
when you see the words domme, femdom, female dominant? That was all I
knew of female dominants until my dom Tom, a switch, started playing
with a domme. She didn't wear stilettos, go around in corset bustiers
all the time. She wasn't always a bitch either. True, she did enjoy
getting me to say things that then got me into trouble with Tom, but
she still wasn't behaving like a stereotype.
She however was not the domme from whom
I built Iona. There was one other non-stereotypical domme I knew. She
and I engaged in some public D/s at a coffeehouse we both enjoyed.
Vala talks and thinks about how she enjoys Iona's domination often in
her series. In dialogue, Iona even gets to tell the reader more of
what she's thinking too. So as The Queen in a way started off as a
way to go further with Tom than happened in real life, Iona has been
that for me with that domme.
Now look at you, lucky reader :D. You
got those few lines of fun BDSM at top. Now I'm going to get Iona a
cup of hot chocolate, as if she had been the domme from the
"Joelle, I want a hot
chocolate," Iona orders.
I blink my eyes.
Iona rolls her eyes. "Ma'am."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll
get you the hot chocolate, Ma'am." I hurry on my shaking,
stiletto-clad legs to the bar. Where's Stacy? She has the bar
"She should be right
back." Mark's voice comes to me from his usual seat against the
I always wanna submit to you. But you've never seemed particularly
interested. I anxiously look back and forth- Iona's probably getting
impatient. What do I do?
"You look nervous.
Put your head on my lap while you wait for Stacy."
I bite my bottom lip; I
really shouldn't. We're just playing, Iona and I, but maybe it could
Mark grabs a handful of
my hair and pulls my face to his legs.
I moan softly. To be
Iona presses her lips to
my ear; she speaks so softly only I can hear, which somehow makes
this worse. "What are you doing? I sent you to get me a drink,
not to put your face on some random dom's lap!"
Before I can apologize,
explain anything, my hair is wrapped around Iona's hand and she's
pulling me to the back room, bent over and stumbling. Why'd I pick
the 5 inchers tonight?
The back room is
blissfully full of the fetish types this night.
Iona sits on an empty
couch and pulls me with her, down onto her lap. "What should I
do with you?"
"I... I'm sorry,
Ma'am," I stutter.
pushes one hand under my skirt; I moan to feel her skin on my naked
My legs fall open at her
"Yes, Ma'am." I
Iona rummages in her
handbag a moment. Her hand goes back under my skirt and a moment
later, pain radiates through me from my cunt lips. A moment later,
the matching bite of the clamp claims my clit.
Iona grabs my chin and
turns my head so I'm looking at her face. "Now that you're
clamped, I hope you can focus on pleasing me."
"Yes, Ma'am." I
press my lips together to hold in the cries and moans as she helps me
onto the floor. I thought I was turned on by her care before now.
I know it's only a few
yards to the bar, but it feels so far away. One small step at a time,
the clamps torturing me. Serves me right to respond to Mark so.
I hear Mark's laugh
before I see him. "And how is it your beautiful domme for the
evening punished you?"
I snort. "And you
didn't warn me why?"
"Because this is
funny. And how?"
"Shut up. You're not
my dom." I notice Stacy coming forward. "Stacy, I need a
hot chocolate please." I hand her a $10. "Keep the change."
"She put three
clamps on me. I'll leave it to you to imagine where they are."
"So I shouldn't pull
you to my lap this time?"
"Gods, please no."
I might come without permission.
Stacy approaches, the
coffee cup in hand. "On top?"
chocolate sprinkles, ground cinnamon, please."
"I made shavings
from chocolate-covered espresso beans. Do you think your domme would
will love it! I carefully take the cup from Stacy. This is gonna
suck. At a snail's pace, hoping no one bumps into me, I pick my way
to the back room. "Ma'am?" My gaze on the cup, I carefully
sink to my knees.
Iona takes the cup from me. She catches a dollop of the whipped cream
with her tongue.
"I am pleased."
I squeeze my eyes shut.
"After I finish, I
may take you somewhere I can enjoy you naked."