Pervy Femdom Tales

Pervy Femdom tales is a Wicked Shorty Story Collecition.

The French Kiss

It was not my cup of tea, the ballet. But it was my girlfriend Lisa’s birthday and these were the hottest tickets in town. She was grateful as I accompanied her to the city to see France’s leading ballet troupe perform. It was also the last time that I ever saw Lisa, because from that night on, my life would be changed forever.

They were sisters, Danielle and Alexandra, twenty-two and twenty years old, respectively. Danielle was the taller of the two: about 5’ 10”, lithe, lean, with graceful hands and long coltish legs. She had shining dark copper hair pulledback in a knot at the nape of her neck.

Although she was tall and willowy, Danielle possessed rich feminine curves. There was a proud tilt to her head, as though she had nothing to thank anyone for. Everything she felt was spoken by the way she carried herself. I stared at her as she danced, at her shapely legs and the sway of her hips. Lisa whispered something to me but I could not concentrate on what she was saying. All I could see was the red hair and the slim shoulders, and the proud way Daniellemoved. She had a face like a cameo, with creamy white skin, delicate features and huge green eyes. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I devoured her exquisite form with my hungry eyes, especially savoring her fine skin. She had flesh that resembled silk, unsullied by human hands.

Her younger sister made me feel just as weak-kneed. Alexandra similarly had her shining black hair twisted into a knot. She had the same graceful hands and long neck, but was 4 inches shorter than her sister.

She walked with a sure step, a long stride, but with a feminine sway to her hips. Her eyes were also green, butpiercing and cat like, whereas Danielle’s were more vibrant and inviting.

After the ballet, Lisa and I stayed overnight in the city at a fine hotel. It was her twenty-fifth birthday and I thought that this would be an elegant finale to her gift. At only twenty-seven myself, my future was secure since I just took over my father’s plumbing supply business. He retired to Florida just last spring.

The evening was progressing splendidly as Lisa and I sipped Dom Perignon in the bathtub. After we made love, Iput on a robe and went into the hall looking for fresh ice to put the leftover champagne in.

That is when I noticed Danielle and Alexandra enter their room. I was flabbergasted. The same hotel, the same floor, and just five doors down from me and Lisa! Their hair fell loosely now, down the middle of their pale backs. At the ballet, the two women looked severe with their tight gleaming hair. But for some reason, they looked crueler now with their soft tresses cascading down over ivory shoulders. Danielle’s auburn locks and Alexandra’s raven sheetscontrasted exquisitely with their delicate porcelain foreheads.

They wore identical pale pink lip gloss and nail polish and I thought I would faint from the sheer impact of beingso near to their bodies, to say nothing of their delicate, feminine, perfumed scent. The sisters’ skin was so creamy-looking that I wanted desperately to reach out and touch their bare arms. They wore form-fitting evening gowns and delicious spiky pumps. Danielle’s were electric blue and Alexandra’s were cherry red. The two she-devils caught me staring at them as they fumbled for their key.

In a gentle husky voice, Alexandra said to me, “Pourquoi vous me poursuiez?”

Embarrassed, I looked away and continue walking. But from behind I caught Danielle whispering “Lecourage lui manque.”

Her sister added, “Bien sur!”

I did not understand them but still I froze in my tracks. I turned towards them and they viciously shouted at me.

“Merde!”

I was taken aback but didn’t move. Danielle opened the door to the room and waved me in.

In a husky French accent, Alexandra addressed me right to my face. “Well? Move, you stupid idiot!”

With my head down, my bare feet, padded across the carpet as my nude body tensed up behind my white terrycloth robe.

Each sister grabbed an earful and pulled me into the spacious bathroom viciously ripping my robe away. I was mortified but acquiesced to my captors’ demands as I was in their thrall.

Alexandra brought in a metal box with her and produced some heavy duty cord as I was pushed down to myknees and forced to keep my head down.

As Alexandra tied my hands tightly and unmercifully behind my back, Danielle explained to me, in broken English but with a lilting and seductive French accent, what lay ahead for the three of us. From wrist to elbow, my skin was tightly compressed together, bending my shoulders painfully back.

“We saw you at the theater tonight, my pet. My sister and I have decided to adopt you. We have typed a ‘Dear John’ letter to your girlfriend. What room is she in?”

My mind was racing but a stinging slap cleared my head. “Room 3117,” I told them.

Alexandra left to deliver the letter underneath the door of Lisa’s room. When she returned, I was face down on the cold tile floor with my elbows pinned excruciatingly back. Danielle lifted her right leg which was fully exposed due to the dress’s hip-high slit. She placed a blue pump on the small of my back and her strong leg with its soft creamy skin encased in sheer black nylon pressed down viciously. The tip of the sharp silver spike heel dug deeply and drew blood. I made a pathetically whimpered and cried “NNNOO!”

That really made Alexandra seethe. She was quite high strung quite unlike her serene and controlled sister. The brunette reached underneath her red dress and pulled off her white satin panties which were drenched in blood. Danielle giggled as her younger sister pulled out her tampon and shoved it in my dry mouth followed by the panties and finally sealed it off with duct tape from the metal box. More nylon cord wrapped my ankles together, digging deeply into the flesh.

Finally, my ankles were tied to my elbows, bowing my shoulders even more and unnaturally arching my back. My two evil tormentresses circled me like two diners hovering over a trussed and stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.

From her metal box, Alexandra produced dog choke collar and a regular leather collar. With the leather collar tightly in place, Danielle clipped one end of the choke collar to it and placed the looped end down around my fear tightened testicles which Alexandra had pulled back through my legs. After cinching it tight, she removed the slack as Alexandra pulled my head back by my hair. The dark-haired vixen released her grip as the weight of my head sprungforward bringing my poor testicles along with it. The women laughed at their handiwork, shut the light and closed thedoor to let me contemplate my fate.

For two hours I sweated and swallowed Alexandra’s menstrual flow, while my hands, feet and testicles turned blue. Bright light stung my eyes as the shrew sisters returned. They were drunk, having spent the last two hours at thehotel bar. Alexandra stepped over me to use the

toilet. As she relieved herself, my bladder suddenly felt full, having consumed a bottle of champagne two and a half hours before. She gleefully prodded my bound testicles with first the toe of her red leather pumps and then with the sharp gold metal heel, scratching them horizontally, vertically, and diagonally. Paradoxically, she then tried to soothethem by slipping off her shoes and rubbing her warm moist toes over them.