Anna sat in her living room with the late afternoon sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 25th floor of her downtown condo. The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over Anna’s shoulder and lit Siobhan’s animated face as she listened to her mentor. Anna had been her coach for over a year. More than a coach really, Anna was Siobhan’s role model.

A couple of years previous, Siobhan had met Anna at a weekend retreat through work; one of those all-inclusive, soul destroying nightmares that management at all times confuses with bonding opportunities. During an awkward attempt at sharing confidences, Anna and Siobhan discovered a mutual interest in the female domination of men. More accurately, Siobhan found an experienced Domme interested in helping her develop her burgeoning interest in shaping the male psyche. Far from being judgemental, Anna had gone out of her way to reassure Siobhan that her interest in coaxing the best out of her man was shared.

Shiv and her husband Conner had been exploring the somewhat taboo world of femdom gratification and needed a guide to go further. Anna enjoyed mentoring and wanted to encourage female dominated relationship-building in others. She was happy to take on an enthusiastic pupil who already had a complacent partner.

Anna kept two older male subs that she had converted in their 50s and continued to serve her well into their 60s. Men for whom submission meant unconditional subservience. Anna was a strict mistress who demanded absolute compliance.

Siobhan knew she was learning from one of the best. She and her husband were maturing, but Siobhan was still hopeful they could resurrect their sex life through female-led initiatives. That’s code for: Dominant female decides, submissive male obeys. But the process was evolving rapidly. If anyone could coach them through the next phase, Shiv was certain that person was Anna.

“As they get older their orgasms sre less intense and tend to be shorter in duration,” Anna said. They also lose their hard-ons faster.” She shrugged with her palms outstretched. “But no worries,” she grinned. “You can not do much about their short-cummings, pardon the pun, but turns out you can train them to stay erect longer. That’s all you really need to care about anyway,” she smiled.

The ottoman under her feet stirred slightly. Anna leaned forward over her outstretched legs and gave it a sharp smack.

“Crack!” The unmistakable sound of a bare ass being slapped echoed in the high-ceilinged room. The crouched man beneath Anna’s feet quivered then remained absolutely still; a piece of chastised furniture, an obedient footstool. Siobhan felt her breathing become shallower and her pulse quickening as she observed how Anna treated her sub. She couldn’t imagine her husband liking the kind of humiliation Anna inflicted on her men.

“Once they figure out the contingency between satisfying their craving and doing what they’re told, they will do whatever it takes to roll back the biological clock.” Anna smiled and leaned back into the soft leather chair. She crossed her ankles on the back of the naked cowering man. “Older subs want the same thing we want for them; virility and stamina. We give them a reason to get excited again.”

Siobhan sat on the edge of her seat, fascinated with the pragmatic lesson unfolding in front of her, mindful of her own man troubles and hopeful for a solution. Although she was ten years older, Siobhan idolized Anna, who she regarded as accomplished and in control of her life, especially her love life. The sub-stool symbolized what Anna expected from male companionship: sexual obedience, pure and simple. Siobhan wasn’t sure how far along that road she wanted to go, but given that she was already well along her journey, taking advantage of Anna’s considerable experience was just common sense.

“An older sub will also try harder to please,” Anna said, and glanced down at her man-slut. “Time is not on this one’s side and he knows it, but he’s addicted now. Years of having his base impulses granted have created a creature who will do what he has to, so he can feel that rush again. For most man-sluts a lot of the turn-on is initiated by their own submissive behaviour. The older subs will do absolutely anything to recapture that feeling even if their tool is locked up, like my footstool here.”

Anna picked up a short riding crop from a nearby coffee table and stroked her subs ass, inserting the leather strap on the end suggestively between his buttocks.

“Just the anticipation of an orgasm keeps them cranked,” Anna continued in a bemused tone, working the end of the crop into her stool’s ass. “Just taking his clothes off or obeying the sound of fingers being snapped sets the little neuro-sex drug distributor off in his brain. As dominant females, the ritual preparations we insist on prepare him for the psychological path he must travel to achieve nirvana,” Anna smiled.

The sub shifted unexpectedly. Anna cracked her crop sharply across his buttocks. “Stay still! I will decide when you are allowed to move.” The slut yelped but held his position. Anna continued.

“Once he allows his cock to make decisions for him it’s not long before he allows you to control his cock. And after that you own him.” Anna paused to let Siobhan reflect. “For as long as you want.”

“Yes, I see it on your face. You figure out. You’re right Shiv, Conner is, in fact, ready for that.” Anna remained silent while her friend and student considered the implications.

“But he’s an old guy,” Siobhan said. “And I’m old enough to know better than to expect miracles.” Her face reflected the incredulity she felt about taking complete control of her man. “Is what I want even feasible at his age?”

Anna shrugged, leaned forward and smoothed a hand over her footstool’s buttocks. The naked man shivered in appreciation.

“This man is the same age as Conner. He provides hours of pleasure for me. If he can do it so can Conner.

I’ve watched you bring him along over the months, Shiv. The incremental progress toward domination, your constant reassurance that it was “Ok” for him to be submissive. Listening to the revelations about his deep need for subjugation and how he has been led to you to satisfy it.” Anna smiled knowingly. “These are all signs that he is ready for the next step.”

“How many times have we discussed cock-control techniques and the power of lust to fuel goals?” Anna recrossed her ankles on her footrest. The footrest moaned softly.

“Remember Siobhan, there is no such thing as an old cock, only old sluts, and they can be trained, regardless of age. He has the equipment and it works just fine so far,” Anna shrugged. “Guess it depends on how much more proof you want that he’s ready to be turned.”

Siobhan tilted her head quizzically;”turned?” Rays from the early evening began to filter through the room, bathing everything in a mystical half-light. The conversation had shifted from the pragmatic to the philosophical and Siobhan was eagerly soaking in the ethereal atmosphere hanging between Anna and herself. Siobhan felt like she was receiving an ordination from the priestess of domination.

“Yes, turned. When he has been properly prepared, a man can be turned from a life of autonomy to one of dependancy. He can be led to rely on his mistress or owner for fulfillment. Your Conner is at that point, Shiv.

Your skillful induction has positioned him at the threshold of a whole new way of being.” Anna watched her acolyte closely for signs of comprehension. “You could help him achieve the sort of sexual satisfaction that is beyond his current comprehension.”

“Let me demonstrate,” Anna smiled and slid her feet gracefully to the floor.

The footstool shifted uncomfortably. Anna tapped his buttocks with the riding crop.

“Stand,” she directed. The man uncurled himself slowly, his body stiff from being cramped under his owner’s feet. He straighten his back awkwardly and stood with his hands clasped on top of his head, obedient.

“This specimen was once called by a name,” Anna said. “He was once a man with responsibilities and ambitions. He had all the trappings of success; a house, a car, a job. But he gave all of it up for me. I nurtured his need to be submissive, to be kept like a pet and used like furniture.”

As she spoke, Anna retrieved a small key from a silver chain looped around her ankle. She dangled the key provocatively in front of the naked man. His caged cock twitched and jerked in the half-light flooding the glassed-in room.

Siobhan watched, fascinated with the cock’s anticipatory response. Anna casually trailed her fingers up the man’s thigh and squeezed a handful of ass possessively before she unlocked the cock cage. The sub’s growing erection pushed the metal restraint off easily.

“Real obedience is never forced,” Anna mused, “it is uncovered. The work lies in peeling through the layers of resistance.” Anna wrapped her hand around the stiff erection and squeezed. The sub grunted. Anna loosened her grip and slid the palm of her hand slowly up and down the shaft of the hard cock.

“This cock is about the same age as Conner’s. It will cum when I let it because I simply do not allow disobedience. This man has surrendered his will to mine and his cock will do what I tell it to do.”

The man’s breathing was shallow. He was trying hard not to fuck Anna’s hand, then she closed her fingers around his shaft and picked up the pace. The slut moaned but remained motionless other than involuntary jerks. Siobhan watched, fascinated. She knew the man must be on the verge, but so far he was capable of holding off until Anna gave him permission.

“He will wait. He will wait for my permission to demonstrate his submission to me by cumming on my signal.” Anna looked curiously at her disciple. Her hand continued to pump the sub’s cock quickly and rhythmically.

“Do you like seeing him on the edge? I can keep him here for a very long time,” she smiled. “Conner can do this too. Remember, it’s not up to him anymore. Believe in your ability to command Siobhan, and he will obey.”

The man was trembling. His erection looked like a pipe bomb ready to explode. With her free hand Anna reached behind him and slapped his ass once, hard.

“Now bitch.”

After a few quick strokes and a deep grunt of release, spurts of cum splattered on the floor between the two women. Anna leaned back in her seat, satisfied with the point she had made.

Siobhan watched fascinated, while the man knelt in front of her. He knew what to do next without any instruction from Anna. He cleaned his splatter off the floor with his tongue, even as his deflating cock drooled the last of its load.

When the last drop of liquid was back inside him, he curled into a ball again at Anna’s feet. She sighed and crossed her ankles on his back.

“Should I feel excited about controlling Conner like you control your man-thing,” Siobhan asked.

“I prefer him this way,” she said. “Cowered, obedient, and very responsive. How you want Sean to behave will be up to you. But make no mistake, his compliance needs to reflect your preference, not his. And age, as you have just seen, is no indication of ability, Siobhan.”

“Sub control is all about the power differential. There is no emotional or moral prerequisite to having a man at your disposal,” Anna assured her student. “I am often dispassionate about using my subs, but that is my prerogative. I know they are so addicted to their perversions that they have no choice.” Anna shrugged and smiled.

“But I didn’t make them subs. That was the last real choice they made for themselves. Once they accepted their need to be used, I merely provided the means to actualize that need.”

Anna gazed at her friend thoughtfully, wondering how to help Siobhan make the crucial leap of faith she needed in order to accept responsibility for exercising her power. Shiv had to understand that Conner wanted her to take control.

“He’s at a tipping point Shiv. Let me help you. Together we will prepare him to take the next step. He trusts you and he will be able to distribute himself with me if you reassure him. Well, at least he will obey me because he trusts you. I can help you give him that push he’s been building up to for months now.” Anna slid her feet onto the floor and leaned forward, elbows and forearms resting on her sub’s naked back.

“Don’t you want him to be a good boy for you?” Anna grinned. “You know he wants to. He likes getting hard for you and he has at all times been willing to prove his submissive personality.” Anna leaned back then tapped her sub’s backside with her toe.

“Crawl to Siobhan. You belong to her for the rest of the afternoon.” Anna smiled at her protégé. The naked man crawled slowly toward Siobhan.

“Do as you wish with him. This is an opportunity to try out anything you think you might like Conner to do. This creature will get hard for you and he can stay hard until you’re finished with him.” She tossed Siobhan a small silver key on a chain.

“Lock him up when you’re done and keep the key. I have a spare.” Anna stood. “Let me know when you want to bring Conner over. I’ll make room in my agenda.” Anna bent forward and kissed Siobhan on the cheek. “Enjoy the slut. He loves to be used, so don’t hold back Shiv,” she quipped. “And bring your man to me. I can help.”

……..

The elevator opened on the 23rd floor and Conner followed Siobhan into the spacious foyer. His wife looked at home in the luxury condo, like she was accustomed to the space. Conner was definitely not. He was also not used to being deliberately submissive in front of others. But Shiv had instructed him that while they were visiting with Anna, he was there as her sub, not as her peer. It was his first real test of obedience in front of a stranger.

“Don’t be nervous honey, Anna isn’t the dragon lady you imagine her to be. She wants to meet you. You know she has been my mentor for a few months now, and you know you have enjoyed how our erotic life has been developing, right?” Siobhan smiled coyly at her husband. Conner smiled back. Yes he had been happy with how things were going and he wanted to keep on going. He had met Anna on-line a couple of times when Shiv wanted to show him off to someone.

Conner was fine with Anna seeing him naked on a computer screen. In fact, as his wife pointed out, “you get hard pretty fast when Anna is watching.” But online is one thing. In the same room is a very different experience.

Yet Conner had agreed to meet Anna in person as his wife’s sub. He wanted to empower her further while gaining a sense of what it felt like to exist as his wife’s property. Anna would only know him as Siobhan’s man-toy. She would treat him as her protege’s sexual possession, and it wouldn’t be just a game for Anna.

Conner knew she owned two subs. He wondered what that actually meant. Two men had given up their autonomy in exchange for being dominated by Anna. How erotic could it be to have no say in when you got erect or how long you stayed hard? Or when you had an orgasm? How far would he go?

Would Anna treat him like he was her sub? Conner was apprehensive. He could see that Shiv was amused by his reticence, and it might have reassured him to see how confident she felt, but it didn’t. Anna swept into the room, confident, beautiful and condescending.

“Conner, welcome. Please sit down. Shiv, would you and your man like something to drink?” She sprawled on the divan. Siobhan took the only chair across from Anna, leaving Conner to stand awkwardly beside her.

“Conner doesn’t need to sit with us Anna. He is used to standing until I tell him he can sit.” Shiv looked up at Conner and caught his hand reassuringly. “He is here because I want him to be, and he wants to please me, isn’t that right Conner.”

Conner looked at his wife then glanced at Anna. “Yes Ma’am,” he replied, the epitome of compliance, yet defiantly proud of belonging to Siobhan.

“Wonderful. You two are on the edge of an amazing adventure,” Anna said then clapped her hands once. A naked man appeared in the entrance to the adjoining room. His head and groin had been completely shaved. He wore a metal chastity cage.

“Two margaritas, frozen, no salt on one,” Anna ordered. The man turned and left without a word. Anna leaned toward Siobhan.

“He seems rather defensive of his position with you,” she said, indicating Conner’s attitude. “Does he imagine that this is some sort of test?” Anna looked both amused and concerned.

“I told him that there would be no pretense with you” Shiv said. He knows he is on display so to speak, as a demonstration of my ability to dominate and his capacity to submit.” Siobhan tilted her head to one side thoughtfully. “So… I guess we seek approval for progress thus far, and some guidance of where to go from here. But he is proud of his subservience and defensive of his owner.”

Anna’s naked man returned and knelt beside her with two martinis on a small tray. Anna chose one and waved her hand toward Shiv. The sub took the other drink in his hands and made his way to Shiv on his knees. Anna waited until Siobhan had her drink then snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot by her side. The sub crawled back to her.

“Stand,” Anna instructed. While her man complied she took a silver key from her pocket and spoke to her student. “I’m going to show you how well a trained sub can obey. Can you demonstrate for me how well Conner can respond?”

With a practised movement Anna unlocked the small cage and removed it from the sub’s cock. The cock began to swell immediately. Clearly her boy knew what was expected of him. Anna leaned back on the sofa and crossed her legs. She began playing with her slut’s erection, running her fingertips casually along its rigid length. The sub began breathing heavily as his cock stretched out to its full potential. Shiv squeezed Conner’s hand and smiled at Anna, and her implied challenge.

“Conner, take your clothes off and fold then neatly on the floor beside you.”

Conner knew he needed to do as he was told without hesitation. His cock was already thickening as his pants slid down his thighs. No underwear. Shiv preferred him easily accessible. Conner peeled the last of his clothes off and stood beside Shiv, erect. Anna appraised the male subs on display.

“I think mine is longer,” Anna speculated. “But your looks thicker, now that he is fully extended.” Shiv closed her hand around Conner’s hard-on and squeezed. Conner grunted reflexively.

“Nice initial response, but can he perform under expectation?” Anna asked. She slid her hand back and forth along her sub’s erection. The sub moaned but kept still, knowing he could not move unless Anna allowed him.

“This one will stay on the edge until I let him cum.” Anna said. Her hand coaxed another low moan from the trembling sub. Without altering the pace of her stroking Anna leaned forward theatrically, making eye contact with Siobhan.

The bond they shared through the sisterhood of dominatrices was intensified by demonstrating control of their men. Anna watched as Shiv increased her stroking to match her mentor’s pace. Conner clasped his hands behind him and surrendered to the overwhelming urge spreading out from his groin and engulfing his being.

“Can you make him cum on command,” Anna asked, a little breathless Siobhan wondered. She smiled in response, the picture of a Domme in complete control. Anna stretched her cupped hand toward Conner’s straining cock head.

“Can you make him cum in my hand like a good boy,” she asked? Anna continued stroking her sub, keeping him on the edge while she waited for Shiv to bring Conner along.

Conner’s rock-hard erection throbbed in Shiv’s pumping fist, waiting for permission. His breathing was ragged, his legs trembled and his buttocks spasmed. He prayed Shiv would let him release the pressure soon.