The Good Boy Chronicles, Part I: The Festival, A #femdom Erotica

A naughty boy finally gets his wish, and a lonely woman finds a side of herself she didn’t know was there…..

“Hey”

The Facebook window popped up and I recognized his name, Craig, and his face, but I don’t think we’d ever spoken before in person or online, or at least not anything beyond “merry meet” to each other at a group Pagan ritual because we ran in the same circles there. And I knew I’d seen him in the hallways at cons… was he a cosplayer? I think so…. But he was greeting me in such a familiar way, it was odd.

“Uh. Hi there. How’s it going?”

“It’s going. Can’t complain. Uh, can I say something to you?” he responded.

“Okay?”

I’m really not sure what this dude’s deal is.

“You’ve got the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Uh… thanks?”

I mean, I’m a sizable person with a lots of big curves and my ass is indeed a bit impressive. It’s all muscle, largely, it doesn’t really jiggle as such and I can’t clap my cheeks or anything, but it is quite shapely and complements my hips. Craig is married and most assuredly not polyamorous like me. I’m remembering more now. He’s not completely unfortunate looking, and very nerdy. He’s really tall, ginger, and stocky but with skinny legs. Sexy Dad tummy. Balding but hairy body. Kind of like I bought Outlander’s Jamie Fraser from wish.com but actually wound up enjoying my purchase.

“I’ve seen you around. I didn’t know your name until your girlfriend Maureen posted those pictures from the fairy festival you all went to.”

My Facebook profile pic was of a cat in order to avoid shit like this. Sigh. Fucking Maureen.

“Yes, I’ve seen you too. Your wife doesn’t know you’re flirting with other women, does she?”

--crickets--

Yep. That’s what I expected.

“I understand. Sorry.” was all that he had to say after that.

Until a bit less than a year later in June at the annual Solstice Fires Festival. Maureen had turned out to be a straight-up evil bitch and I was single and ready to mingle at the festival. Drum circles, music, workshops, lots of friends to see, clothing optional life, and skinny dipping in the pool was de rigeur.

I got a little crazy at my circle’s ritual, partying with the gods and spirits, dancing, and imbibing shot after shot of various things which ended with about half a bottle of silver tequila consumed by shots. In my defense it was high quality and ice cold. Somehow I made it back to my cabin and into bed. The next morning I became the sickest I’ve ever been from alcohol and I couldn’t stop throwing up. I had seen him in passing around the camp and remembered that he and his wife worked at the first aid cabin. I couldn’t imagine actually being upright enough for a golf cart ride to that side of camp, let alone walking there, so reluctantly I pulled out my phone and texted him.

“In cabin 5. Super sick from drinking. Can’t stop puking. Can’t come to medical. Can you send someone?”

“I’ll come myself. I’ll be right there”

Sure enough in about ten minutes there he was, filling the frame of the cabin doorway and knocking on the wall to announce himself. Everyone had headed out for breakfast and we were alone.

“I’m only really supposed to bring you Gatorade and crackers.” he said, setting those down next to me. “but I snagged an anti-nausea pill from my cabin mate who had some leftover from her surgery. Assuming it’s only alcohol that’s making you sick, this should help.”

I swallowed the pill with about half of the bottle of Gatorade and thanked him, hoping for the best. Turns out I slept most of the afternoon and thanks to him I was recovered in time to eat a normal dinner and for the evening’s concert and bonfire. I dressed in a rainbow tutu and not much else except a whole lot of glitter and arrived at the open air concert pavilion ready to shake my ass to the musical stylings of some of my favorite Pagan musicians.

I whirled and twirled and shook and laughed and swayed and spiral danced with all of my friends who got up to dance and I just leaned into the joyful energy of the night. I saw him, seated further back with his wife, and neither of them was dancing but I could tell he was watching me. A huge summer storm blew up during a song about the Horned God and the entire atmosphere was charged with, well, Horned God Big Dick Energy. The rain began to sheet down and I ran out to the grassy hillside after doffing my tutu (tulle isn’t very waterproof or colorfast), leaving me naked except for glitter and cheeky panties with rainbows on them. Every time a thunder clap sounded my pussy clamped down on a regrettably invisible cock. Thunderstorms were hot on a sexual level to me because they felt like such a release after the long, hot, sticky humid days and they had such primal power to them. The sky was green and after the first big rain storm was over, but the fire spinners began to light up their equipment on the hillside and perform a bit between rain storms and everything was just so fucking gorgeous and dramatic. I felt glad to be alive and in that place. The big nasty purge of my body had sucked, but it felt like it also got rid of a bunch of nasty stank energy that had stagnated and needed to go, the hard way apparently, and I felt like I’d just swapped it out for cleaner, lighter energy with the dancing. The horniness of the Horned God seemed to be hanging out, too. And a big, full, luminous moon lit the clear sky after the clouds moved through.

I ran into him as people began to mill out of the pavilion and downhill to the fire circle, but just him, no wife. The rain thankfully hadn’t made that much mud.

“Hey, looks like you’re feeling better, I’m glad. I really liked watching you dance!”

At first I didn’t think he was talking to me as I was still exhilarated from dancing and I’d been catching a few puffs of a passed joint with some friends on the hillside after the rain subsided. I was pleasantly foggy and half between the worlds, basically, and he really did look hot tonight, wearing his Utilikilt and a nerd reference t-shirt.

“Oh really? What was your favorite part, the one where I got naked?”

“Well…. Not going to lie… I did like that. And I saw you naked by the pool yesterday too. I really love your ass so much… but I just… admire your body freedom and sensuality, I guess.… you know, I've seen you at cons for years, since we were teens, really. I moved away for school and when I came back, you’d, uhm, come out of your shell, so to speak. You were now 22 and wearing vinyl and I was too fucking shy to even approach you because I thought you were out of my league. You know Karolyn and I met at a con, right?” he was making googly eyes at me, and I did notice we were about halfway to the pool somehow and were some of the only people in the area since many had headed down to the fire.

Wow. I never knew that he gave me that much thought. This was an interesting feeling.

“Well, thanks for saving my festival with your help this morning. What happened to your wife?”

“She’s an early bird and she was tired. She’s likely in bed. My next shift at First Aid isn’t till 7:00 AM, so I’m free, as it were.”

Fuck. Here comes a bad decision. I had never noticed how blue his eyes were. And there was no one at the pool that we were approaching.

“Dare you to swim with me.” I looked straight at him.

“You’re on!” he pulled off his kilt, which was indeed worn regimental, and his shirt and dove in with a big splash.

I stripped down and followed him in, swimming the length of the pool and loving the cool but not cold water and the symphony of crickets and bullfrogs and the drums from the fire off in the distance. We weren’t really even near each other. With no one in the pool we were able to talk at a normal volume across a pretty wide swath of water. I did see him looking at my tits as they floated and my nipples hardened from the cool air and perhaps even arousal. I did notice very briefly that he was girthy and pretty nicely hung, even soft, but I was trying not to look.

We swam around and talked about mutual friends, gossip in the pagan and con community, people we knew, random scifi shows from the 90s, and I loved being a naked mermaid, riding the energy high and doing underwater flips and other synchronized swimming tricks from my brief sojourn in the sport when I was younger.

“So tell me, dude, why are you naked with me, here, right now, instead of snuggled up to your wife?”

“You see, I love her. And we have a good relationship and home together, but Karolyn and I don’t really have sex anymore. She always wants me to “be the guy” and dominate her and because I’m such a big dude, that doesn’t interest me. I… want a woman to be in charge……because everybody looks to me to be in charge outside the bedroom. I don’t really do pain, but I like….. other stuff….” he trailed off, a little bit sheepish, cautious due to our previous interactions, probably.

Oh. Gracious. He was a sub. I was primarily submissive myself, but I switched here and there, and the thought of having a cute tall nerdy boy to tease and play with was appealing. Rarely could I resist the allure of a new type of sexual experience and topping wasn’t precisely a strong area for me, but the type of play that I think he was after, I could totally get into….I swam over and got much closer to him and my body’s natural buoyancy made me sit at eye level with him so I pressed in close, my tits touching his chest and I put my face very close to his to ask....

“What kind of ‘other stuff’, boy?” in a very authoritative tone.

I could nearly hear his heart begin to pound and blood start pumping to various locations as soon as the word “boy” departed my lips.

“Ummm… I like…….. sniffing butts. Being made to hold my face in your butt or your pussy….”

I laughed out loud which seemed to both embarrass and energize him to share more.

“…. and I… I……… I’m curious about….. guys...”

Oh. Oh my. Forced bi. I adore bisexual men. Initiating someone to be a bisexual slut sounded like such fun. I leaned in and we finally kissed. It felt like a thunderstorm. Like a release of pent-up sexual energy and there was such palpable desire there I felt my clit stand up and I felt him get hard under the water. I wrapped my hand firmly around his cock and it hardened as I gripped it tighter and we kissed each other longer and deeper.

“Well, I don’t see any guys here to work on that fantasy, but….. I’m willing to explore the rest, just not here where someone’s going to see us.” Not to mention one of the very few hard rules of the festival was no actual sex in the pool itself.

We got out of the pool and drip-dried in the night air, putting our clothes back on. I stopped by my cabin briefly to grab a flashlight and a blanket because we were headed deeper into the woods to the site of a stone labyrinth built to be used for walking meditations and rituals, but it was definitely an out of the way site for outdoor sex, too. Sex was often a part of ritual for some folks and this was a safe place for it to happen. There was a bench on the outside of the circle bearing a memorial plate of a guy known for his satyr tendencies who had sadly passed on a few years ago now. I was hoping he would approve of what was about to happen on his bench. The moonlight was flooding the area pleasantly so all we needed the flashlight for was to watch out for holes and tree roots on the way there.

“Lay out the blanket in the center of the circle and then come over here, boy.” I said sweetly.

He obediently spread it out as I took in the beautiful sights around us and just felt the palpable sexual energy between us.

“All of this teasing has made my clit get much bigger than usual, boy… if you want to practice for sucking dick, this is where it’s at….” I said, opening my legs and rubbing my soaked pussy.

He knelt down in front of me and began to basically lap like a dog. Oh dear. We needed to fix this. But luckily, he was putty in my hands. I tilted his chin up with one finger and then began to instruct him on how to give amazing head to a vagina-bearing person, including practical applications of the material. We went over the alphabet trick and he got to learn my favorite letters.

“Lay down in the center of the circle.”

He laid down on the blanket sideways, propped on on elbow, grinning like an idiot, his face was shiny with my juice.

I strode over and stood over him and sort of mock-seriously said “On your BACK, boy….” and he rolled over like the most docile of Golden Retrievers.

I straddled him and lowered my fat ass right down on his face, bouncing on him and resting it on his face for a moment, carefully controlling how my weight was distributed and listening to his breathing and noises for pleasure and for distress. I left his hands loose so he could tap out if he needed. His muffled cries and moans were really hot to me as I just rode the energy and made him submit to my heft and power. We weren’t going to teach him how to eat my ass tonight but I just loved wedging his face between the cheeks.

He was so rock hard from all of the teasing and I ached for that length to fill me so I finished twerking on his face and squatted down, teasing him at first and then just going for it to the hilt because I was so wet and began to ride him pretty hard.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, boy!” I smiled sadistically and looked down from my perch atop his pelvis. I rode and stopped, rode and stopped, several times and then stopped, teasing his nipples and running my nails down his torso, not hard enough to leave marks, but enough for his cock to pulse inside me.

“Ask nicely and I’ll let you fill me, boy…..” I said, squeezing my pelvic floor without really moving a muscle otherwise.

“M….mistress?”

“I like ‘Goddess’ better, actually….”

“Goddess. May I please cum and fill your pussy? Please?”

“You fucking better. I need every last drop.” I said, locking eyes and riding hard. He let out a primal roar as I emptied his balls and continued to ride until he spurted out a bit more. I stroked his chest and belly and kept him inside me, smiling down at him until I dismounted.

We wrapped up in the blanket and held each other in the dark for awhile, talking and dozing here and there before we heard the birds start to sing their waking-up songs and we headed back to our respective cabins. I don’t really know what’s going to happen after this weekend is over, but we both had an evening we won’t soon forget. One could say it was magical.

So, will what happened at festival stay at festival? Stay tuned to Fleshbot for Part Two!