Helena Macneil: a Femdom Story
Copyright© 2025 by JohnMurray4173
Chapter 17: Present Day 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17: Present Day 9 - The story of FemDom Mistress Helena MacNeil, who first came to our attention in my story Slut Babysitter: MILF Hunter, and her sissy husband Brian Parker. It details how a young Helena learned her roll as a FemDom and how she chose Brian to be her husband and then broke, subjugated, and sissified him to make him what she needed him to be. It tells of Brian's resistance to Helena's demands and how he broke and learned to enjoy being Helena's cocksucking sissy boy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Cheating Cuckold Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Niece Aunt Nephew BDSM DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Sadistic Spanking Torture Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Facial Fisting Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Squirting
Helena looked up from her reminiscing and saw it was time for work. She smiled, thinking she’d probably receive a visit from Mark Strong again today. She contemplated taking the next step and decided she’d mention that her husband was her sissy and would be there as her bull fluffer if Mark wanted to come over. If he reacted positively, Helena would invite him to visit over the weekend.
Helena’s day passed uneventfully until almost 4:00 p.m., when it was time to leave for home. Mark Strong came boldly striding through the door. He walked behind Helena’s desk, pulled her to her feet, and tried to kiss her. Helena turned her head away, leant back and slapped his face.
“I am not one of your trollops, Mr Strong,” she said forcefully. “You will show me more respect than what you are, or I’ll have you thrown out of QUT for harassment and sexual assault.”
Mark’s face fell. “Oh,” he said, chagrined. “I thought you wanted a strong, dominant man.”
“I do want a strong, dominant man. But one who is polite, cultured, and restrained. Not one who thinks he can molest a woman he’s chatted to twice and had coffee with once.”
“It was only a kiss,” Mark protested.
“It was forcing your kiss on me without permission!” Helena said, her icy green eyes flashing with a freezing fire.
“I’m sorry!” Mark apologised. “I overstepped.”
“You did,” Helena agreed, her face softening as the fire in her eyes went out. “Time and place, Mark. Time and place. My office here at QUT during office hours is never the time nor the place.” Now that he looked abashed, she smiled and said, “However, when you arrive at my place on Friday at seven for dinner, I’ll be extremely disappointed if you don’t ravish me as you intended to before.”
Confused and amazed, Mark hesitantly replied, “Sure. I can do that. Umm ... May I have your address?”
“I have your number from my files. I’ll text my address to you. There is a slight issue, though.” Mark raised a questioning eyebrow. “It’s your first visit, and my husband will expect to be present when you take me.”
“You don’t expect me to do gay shit with him, do you?”
“No. My husband, Brian, is my sissy bull fluffer. You’re free to use his mouth or boy pussy if you wish. Make him use his mouth to clean your cock after it’s been in my ass and before you stick it in my cunt, that type of thing. But you’re not required to do so. Brian will clean my pussy and ass with his mouth and tongue after you’ve cum in me, though. But his dick will be in a cage, so you don’t have to worry about him doing anything to you.”
“Okay. Umm ... wow! Umm ... that’s a little weird, but whatever. You know? Whatever floats his boat, I guess.”
Helena chuckled, carefully keeping the avarice out of her voice. Her pussy frothed as she imagined what she’d do to the leanly muscular young man in a few days. She’d bought a new double-ended strap-on with a vibrating feature for both ends. She couldn’t wait to see what it did to a man’s P-spot and her G-spot when she used it. Mark stood in front of her, not moving. Helena raised an eyebrow and said firmly. “I’ll see you Friday at my place at seven sharp. Not before then, and do not be late. If you are, don’t bother knocking on the door.”
Mark teasingly said, “Yes, Ma’am,” and sketched a salute while smiling.
Helena smiled back, thinking, ‘Remember that, bozo. You’ll be saying it much more politely by Saturday morning.’ Mark left, and Helena packed up, ready to head home.
The rest of the week passed without incident, and it was Friday afternoon before Helena knew it. Margaret Madison had called and asked if Kennedy could serve this weekend. She picked him up after school, and he’d spend the weekend being trained by her. Margaret had grinned and whispered that her daughter, Angie, was eager to try her budding skills on Kennedy, too. Helena returned her grin and asked Margaret to let her know how it went.
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