Book Excerpt for Femdom Training of Gary

Femdom Training of Gary -- Extract

Dominatrix Jenny #2

Nadine Leilani

Cover graphic design by Drew at idrewdesign on Fiverr.com.

The right of Nadine Leilani to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.

Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.

All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

Femdom Training of Gary -- Extract

Jenny told Paul, "Cuff his left hand to the bed frame. And give him some lubricant."

"What's that for?"

"He did such a good job cleaning the kitchen, and giving me two orgasms with his tongue, I'm allowing him to come while he watches you and me."

"He better not interfere."

"You hear that, Gary?" Jenny said. "If you bother me or Paul, I'll give you fifty lashes. And won't allow you to naughty again for three days."

With the gag back in his mouth, Gary grunted his agreement.

Gary sat on the floor near the foot of the bed as Paul cuffed him to the leg.

Jenny thought this would be the culmination of the night's transformation of Gary from an ordinary young man into a submissive, female dominated cuckold. Once he experienced an erection from watching she and Paul make love, he would want to repeat the experience. Guys always wanted to do whatever make their dicks big.

And Gary coming would seal the deal.

Jenny lay back on a thick pile of pillows and focused on Paul.

His leather codpiece lay on the floor beside her black teddy. A shiny green condom smelling of latex and peppermint covered his penis. His manhood reached for the sky, dark in the red light, a thick, tall rod. A monument to Paul's lust for her. Naked, they embraced.

After years of Gary's dwindling enthusiasm, Jenny thrilled to feel herself again close to a real man. A masculine body of hard bone and tough muscles. The vein in his soft throat throbbing with the pulse of Paul's desire. His eyes in deep shadows.

Although early that evening he arrived at the apartment cleanly shaven, a faint dark stubble dotted his cheeks and chin. His vitality could not stop growing facial hair -- or testosterone. His rocklike strength throbbed within his flesh, his skin exuding sex appeal like fumes off a smoldering volcano.

His gigantic penis like a magic wand giving off irresistible vibrations beamed straight at Jenny's own nerve endings.

What a man. Not beautiful, just handsome. Exciting. The scent of his body lotion mixed with the slight odor of perspiration. A mating season musk that ignited Jenny's own hormones, sending her and all her glands into bitch-in-heat mode.

His firm back, slightly damp as she ran the tips of her fingers up and down his spine. Kneading and rubbing.

He pressed her closer. As they settled into a comfortable position, lying side by side on the bed, heads propped up by pillows so their faces approached within centimeters.

His eyes probed her soul. She couldn't speak. They breathed the same air, exhaled into each other's mouths. Shared their bio-magnetic-electronic auras, merging their spirits.

Lips touched, and tongues danced. Their hands on each other's bodies completed circuits where their life forces passed through each other, before landing back in their own chakras.

His taste sweet yet bitter with past frustrated passions. For years, they kissed with tongues wiggling together. All Jenny could desire, that intimate dance with his mouth.

Her breasts thrust themselves forward, nipples narrowed, stiff and hard. Her large areoles an extension of her heart, overflowing with affection for him, reaching toward his own heart. Trying to give herself to her.

Even as every nerve ending in her groin glowed with sizzling tension, aching to accept his manhood into her femininity.

Their kisses turned to rutting grunts as they breathed more quickly, hearts racing, flesh blazing.

His fingertips brushed her taut nipples, setting her on fire.

She enjoyed the touching, but, having just experienced two -- was is really only two? -- orgasms from Gary giving her head, Jenny didn't need to be warmed up. Her vagina already ached for fulfillment. Her clitoris felt big as his terrifying penis.

As blood returned to her lower body, she lay back, and her knees spread, opening her innermost chamber as Paul propped himself over her, then thrust forward and down.

Jenny rolled her hips up, arching to meet Paul, aching to feel his hard yet cushy flesh deep inside her.

He went right in, opening her as he went.

Jenny rocked and rolled, not waiting for Paul to set the pace. She needed friction. She needed him inside her, and moving, back and forth, and up and down, and from side to side, in a circular motion, and fast.

At some point she realized she was screaming and moaning as loud as she could.

She wanted his straight, hard body against her curves and soft flesh.

And only then did she remember Gary, poor Gary, boyfriend Gary, the Gary she assumed she would someday marry if only the economy improved and he got a good job in his field, sweet if ineffectual Gary, harmless if no longer sexy, Gary.

Watching. Getting off on it. He better be getting off. Enjoying the sex show. Sure, she was supposed to be his girlfriend, and what kind of guy could enjoy watching his girlfriend gladly screw another guy?

But it was way too late to think about her and Gary's past relationship. Over and done with. History.

Dead from overfatigue. From chronic neglect. On both their parts, let's face it. But mainly from Gary's immaturity. Because he lived off her for too long. Too long for her to accept, and continue to love him. He took advantage of her generosity. Of her good nature. Her unwillingness to realize he was just being lazy. That her nagging could change him even as she worked a lousy job forty hours a week while he spent his time playing.

If he worked hard at looking for job. If he networked on LinkedIn. If he sent his resume to every possible employer. If he worked just as hard at looking for work as she did at her job, or just did something, she could handle it.

But he didn't. And now he was paying the price.

Jenny hoped he was enjoying the show. She couldn't see him without twisting her head around, and she preferred to look up at Paul. To study his face, so strong and kind.

As she began sliding toward the infinite curve promising unending ecstasy, she repeated that movement with Paul's manhood within her. He followed her rhythm, increasing his speed, jerking his hips with her.

Paul shot his wad, and the feel of his tremors sent Jenny over the edge.

As rings of warmth surrounded them, and they tried to catch their harshly panting breaths, Paul and Jenny lay, exhausted. Slowly, the rapture withdrew from Jenny in a glow of light growing fainter as she tried to hang on to it, like dreams just after she woke up.

In a few minutes she felt again just like Jenny, only, though super-relaxed, and with a man resting on top of her body.

The End