The first session. Part1/3. Link to part 2 in comments.

WARNING. This short story, and the following 2 parts, contain intense themes of consensual non consent, tickling, femdom, and various sexual acts. If you are offended, or otherwise turned off by this kind of content, I would recommend not reading.

The first session. Part1/3

By:@Ars3nna

Nathan had been really down on his luck lately. At 31, he was making a very healthy salary as a software engineer, with a comfy 1 bedroom apartment with an office space in the downtown of his city. But he wasn’t happy. He wasn’t happy because following the death of one of his parents, he decided to ask his girlfriend of 3 ½ years to marry him. She declined and left him. Now, sitting alone in his apartment browsing reddit and watching shitty Youtube videos for the 7th hour in a row, he got a call from his friend Dave.

Nathan reluctantly answered.

“Hey man,” Dave said. “I heard about what happened with Holy…and your mom. You doing ok bro?”

“I’m…handling it,” Nathan said after a pause.

“Well that’s good I guess,” Dave said. “We should go out tonight man! Let’s get drunk!”

Nathan sighed heavily, “Nah man, I’m not really feeling it tonig-.” He was cut off by Dave.

“I’m not taking no for an answer tonight bro! After all, rebounding helps a lot after breakups. Who

knows, maybe you’ll even meet your next fiance. I’ll be at your place in 30, be ready!” Nathan sighed

as Dave hung up the phone. “Fuck me,” he thought.

After about 2 hours at the bar, Nathan, having had no luck meeting anyone, got up and walked over

to Dave, who was busy talking to a woman he had met about an hour ago.

“Hey man,” he said as he approached. “I’m gonna head out ok?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure man. Get home safe bro!” Dave replied distractedly.

Nathan sighed and, slightly drunkenly stumbled out of the bar. But, as he was leaving, a flier

attached to a telephone pole happened to catch his eye. It had a graphic of 2 scantily clad women both holding feathers, standing over another tied down gender non specific figure. “Looking for a day of laughter, and the most intense pleasure you’ll ever experience, from 2 highly skilled Mistresses? Well look no farther! Give us a call to set up a session and have all your ticklish needs met.”

After reading it, he felt himself get hard, but immediately scoffed at it, thinking to himself, “I don’t need to pay to have my needs met,” and started to walk back to his apartment.

After taking about 10 steps though, he paused and thought, “Well, even if I don’t go, there’s no harm in calling and seeing what it’s about,” as he quickly walked back over and grabbed the flier.

After he got back to his apartment, with the flier sitting on his coffee table and phone in hand, he dialed the number. It rang for a few seconds, “this is stupid, the fuck am I doing he thought.”

“Hello?” Answered the phone.

“Uhh, hi. I’m calling about your ad,” Nathan answered.

“Oh, a customer,” the voice said in an assertive, and slightly seductive tone. “Well, my name is Caitlyn, Mistress Caitlyn, and as you probably saw from the ad, my partner and I, Mistress Sandra, are currently working as professional dominatrixes. I assume that since you saw the ad you’re aware what kind of clientele we cater to?”

“You’re professional ticklers, right?” He said slightly embarrassed.

“We prefer the term professional lers, but yes. We also offer…pleasure services. But we can discuss that during the in-person meeting, if you’re interested.”

“In person meeting?” Nathan asked.

“Yes, we don’t make bookings over the phone in order to properly vet you, and to make sure you fully understand and consent to what you’re signing up for.”

Nathan quickly became more and more intrigued, despite his earlier thoughts about not needing to

pay in order to have his fetish fulfilled.

He decided to go a step farther. “So when and where do we have this meeting?” He said.

As he entered the coffee shop they had agreed to meet at, he looked around, and saw a slightly tanned woman with short black hair with a red stripe at the bangs, sitting at a table, she was wearing black skinny jeans, and a red V-neck shirt.

He recognized her from the description she had given him. “Fuck she’s hot”, he thought to himself as he approached her.

“Hi, are you Caitlyn?” He asked.

She smiled and replied, “You must be Nathan I assume? Please, sit.” She said. He ordered a drink as he sat down.

After a brief silence, Caitlyn said, “So Nathan, during these meetings we like to get to know our client as much as possible. Unfortunately, as I said on the phone, Sandra is out of town, and will be for the next few days, so it’ll just be you and me today. Before we get started though, I should tell you a little bit about how we operate,” she said, getting straight to the point.

“Operate?” He replied.

“Yes. Firstly, we don’t allow safe words, so once you’re strapped down, you’re stuck there until your time is up. If it gets too much…well, that’s just too bad for you. Secondly, once we start the session, you will refer to us as Mistress Caitlyn, and Mistress Sandra respectively, you will take on the role of “slave”, and will be addressed as such. Thirdly, failure to follow our rules will result in punishment. What the punishment is and the severity of the punishment will be up to our discretion. Fourthly, we have a strict dress code that slaves must adhere to, which consists of a thong of some sort, and matching color bra, failure to have a matching set will be considered a violation of the rules. Stockings and heels are optional, but encouraged.”

Nathan embarrassedly fidgeted in his seat, realizing that he did, in fact, still have a pair of his exes’ lingerie that she had forgotten to pick up from his apartment.

“And Lastly, we reserve the right to use any toys, tools, or props, at our discretion. Do you understand the rules?”

Nathan nodded apprehensively, “I think so. It all seems…very intense.” He said.

“Oh trust me, it will be!” She smiled deviously.

“Is the thong part really necessary?” He asked, after a brief silence.

“Yes,” she replied. “It helps you get into character. And while the focus is obviously first and foremost on your enjoyment, we still do, very much enjoy our line of work, this makes the fantasy more real for us.”

Nathan felt himself suddenly become aroused. “So you enjoy your work then?” He asked.

“Of course. Wouldn’t do it otherwise. Never know when a client might turn out to be a psycho,” she joked.

“Speaking of which, what did you say you did for work?”

“I’m a software engineer,” he replied, after a pause, debating whether he wanted to go any farther.

“Oh so you must make good money then?” She asked.

He shrugged, “I guess.”

She inquisitively raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed, “for how many hours I work, I should make a lot more.”

“Damn, that’s rough. Sorry,” she said. ”I know the feeling though. I used to work as an accountant.”

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t have quit if I did,” she replied, staring into the distance slightly. “What about family?” She asked. “Got a girlfriend? A wife? Kids?”

He sighed. “My fiance just left me.”

She looked at him sympathetically, “sorry,” was the only response she could manage, knowing that anything else she said wouldn’t help.

After a brief awkward silence that seemed to go on for hours, she decided to finally break it, “so then, what exactly do you want from us? What are you looking for?” She asked. “Tickling is a given, and mandatory with us, but do you have anything else you’d like included in the session? We try to cater to our clients requests as best we can.”

He pondered for a moment, and said “I guess I’m not really sure what I’m looking for.”

He pondered some more, “well there is one thing I’d like to try,” he said awkwardly, with a slight blush. “You said over the phone you offer pleasure services?”

As Nathan pulled up in his car, he saw a row of connected buildings that all looked to be 2 stories tall. He got out and followed the directions he had been given.

“Building 9, building 9,” he thought to himself, while reading the directions.

He walked down the row of buildings until he found the right one. “I guess this is it?” He thought to himself. He approached and pressed the buzzer.

“Hello?” Said a voice he didn’t recognize.

“Uh, hi. My name’s Nathan, I’m here for our… session,” he said.

“Ok, come on in baby!” The voice answered.

“Baby?” Nathan thought to himself.

The door made a clicking sound and he pushed it open. He went inside, closed the door behind him, and climbed the short staircase in front of him.

As he reached the top, he saw 2 women waiting for him. One of whom he recognized as Caitlyn from their prior meeting, she was wearing black, tight yoga pants, and what looked to be the same V-neck shirt he saw her in the other day, he noticed the red stripe in her hair had started to fade slightly.

The other, whom he didn’t recognize, he assumed was Sandra. She was slightly darker skinned, with shoulder length brunette hair, dressed in denim shorts and a tight green shirt that showed off her assets.

Caitlyn approached him, while Sandra got up from her chair.

“Hi again, Nathan,” Caitlyn said. “You found the place alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. No problems,” he replied “Good,” she said.

Sandra walked over and introduced herself. “Hi baby, I’m Sandra,” she said, as she embraced him with a hug.

“ Uh,hi. I’m Nathan,” he said, surprised by her forthcomingness.

“Please, sit” said Caitlyn gesturing at the couch and chairs. “Do you want something to drink?” She asked. “Water? Tea? Coffee?”

“I’m fine for now thanks,” Nathan said, sitting down in a chair.

They both sat down on the couch on the opposite side of the coffee table from him.

“So,” said Caitlyn, “you’re ready to get started?”

“Yeah, I think so.” He said nervously, and somewhat awkwardly.

Sandra seemed to pick up on his nervousness. “Don’t be nervous baby,” she said sweetly. “You’ll be fine.”

Caitlyn pulled out a pen, and slid a document over the table toward him. “Here’s the contract,” she said. “To make sure you understand what you’re signing up for, and that you weren’t held against your will. Basically what we discussed at the coffee shop the other day.”

He took the pen, read it, and signed it.

“Good,” she said. “Now that that’s taken care of, Sandra and I need to change.”

With that, they both got up and went to another room in the back.

For the few minutes they were gone, Nathan looked around the room. It was quite small, with only a small 2 person couch and a coffee table with 2 chairs opposite the couch. It also had a small refrigerator, and a counter with a sink, a kettle, and microwave on it.

As they came back into the room, he immediately felt himself get hard. Sandra was wearing dark red thigh highs, and a slightly brighter red, matching lace lingerie set, revealing a tattoo of some kind of flower on her ribs.

Caitlyn was dressed in a black lace, slightly see-through bra, and a dark purple, almost black, pair of panties. She was holding what looked to be a big dog collar with a long, heavy looking leash attached.

“My eyes are up here baby,” Sandra said in a sweet, teasing tone, having noticed his staring.

“Are you wearing what we told you to, slave?” Caitlyn asked.

“Yes.” Nathan answered softly, with an embarrassed blush on his face.

After a few seconds of silence Caitlyn said, “Well, go on then. Strip slave!”

He did as he was told and stripped, revealing a tight black thong, and a purple, lace bra.

“Ooh, looking sexy!” Said Sandra, immediately noticing his boner from before.

“Very sexy indeed,” said Caitlyn. “But, they aren’t matching, which, as you know, is a violation of our rules.”

“We’ll have to punish you baby,” said Sandra.

“What do these punishments entail?” Nathan asked. “I don’t think you ever said.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that later baby,” said Sandra

“We will indeed,” said Caitlyn as she approached Nathan, collar in hand.

“For now though, let’s get started,” she said as she fastened the collar around Nathan’s neck. It was a lot heavier than he had expected.

“As long as you wear this, you are our slave, our property to play, and do with as we please. You will address us as Mistress Caitlyn, and Mistress Sandra respectively. Do you understand slave?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress.” He replied. Caitlyn and Sandra both smiled, contently. “Good boy,” she said “Come, we’re both eager to get started.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sg5an1/the_first_session_part13_link_to_part_2_in