My Friend, The Dominatrix: Parts 1-6

“Actually, can we make a stop?”

Sitting in the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s car, a sudden thought had occurred to me.

“Sure,” Jeff shrugged. “Where?”

“At Ella’s place,” I said. We were in the neighborhood, and being in that part of the city had jogged my memory. “I left my phone charger there.”

Jeff took a turn, heading away from the restaurant we had just left. It was one of those bright Saturdays when the two of us had nothing to do, and going out for brunch had been my idea. The rest of the day was wide open. Probably watch some TV, cook some food. You know, normal, regular stuff

neither of us had any idea how strange things were about to get.

Jeff knows the way to Ella’s house, steering the car through the streets without needing help from his GPS. He’s been there plenty of times before, but not nearly as many as me. Ella’s my best friend. She has been for years, ever since we worked together in the same bar. That was a long time ago, and we’ve both moved on to bigger and better things. But our friendship has stayed strong. She’s fun. Sometimes – and I’ve said this to her on multiple occasions – it’s like she’s the other side of me. Not that I would say I’m boring or anything. But I’m definitely more reserved than she is. A little more conservative, I suppose. But only a little. Sometimes, the things she does seem reckless to me. But I don’t know; it seems to work out for her in the end. It would be a dull world if we all behaved the same, that’s for sure.

But until that day, I guess even I didn’t realize just how out there my friend was.

Jeff pulled the car up outside Ella’s house. It was a new build, one of an entire neighborhood just like it, each with their little section of grass still new enough to see the lines where they had laid the turf. We had helped her move in a couple of months before. I still didn’t really understand why she, as a single woman, needed this family home, complete with its lawn, its garage, its multiple bedrooms and bathrooms. I mean, I understood why she thought it was a good investment. Property prices being what they are, I could see how she hoped to one day turn around and sell it for a lot of money. But in the meantime, it seemed to me an apartment downtown would’ve been a better choice for a girl with her lifestyle. Ella told me she liked the space, the peace and quiet, that she wanted a place she could grow into, and I guess that made sense. Still, it wasn’t the choice I would’ve made.

“I hope she’s home,” I said as Jeff killed the engine. “I tried to text her, but she hasn’t read it yet.”

“Well, it’s not that far out of our way,” Jeff said. “We’ve got chargers at home. If she’s not here, you can just get it some other time.”

“Yeah, I guess so. Are you coming in?”

“Sure, why not?”

Opening the door, Jeff swung himself out of the car, and I did the same. Together, we walked up the brand-new immaculate driveway toward Ella’s front door. I never do this. No one of my generation just pops by unannounced to a friend’s house. But if she wasn’t answering her phone, there wasn’t much I could do. Like Jeff said, we had only gone maybe five minutes out of our way, so we didn’t really lose anything by doing this.

I rang the doorbell, hearing it echo through the oversize house. The garage door was down, so I couldn’t see if Ella’s car was here. But I heard the sound of footsteps inside, growing louder as they approached the front door.

And when she swung open the door, I couldn’t help it. At the sight of her, I gasped. And standing beside me, Jeff gasped too.

Ella stood in front of us, her shoulder-length hair dyed her trademark jet black and framing her pretty face. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at us, their glow enhanced by seriously skillful makeup. She looked surprised to see us, our presence on her doorstep taking her aback for a moment, but only a moment. Then, I saw the corners of her lips left in a sly smile. If Ella was ever uncomfortable in a new situation, it never lasted for long. She was a woman who was almost infinitely adaptable.

I didn’t feel the same way. As my eyes traveled involuntarily over her body, I took in the outfit she was wearing, and I felt my own cheeks starting to glow with secondhand embarrassment, as if it was me standing there in an outrageous outfit instead of my friend.

Ella was dressed from head to toe in skintight black latex. She was wearing her catsuit zipped up tight into a high collar around her neck, its dark sheen perfectly matching her glossy black hair. The catsuit clung to every inch of her body, following the swell of her breasts before disappearing temporarily under an equally shiny black corset that pulled in her waist to unbelievably narrow dimensions. Below that, her hips swelled out under the black latex that strained to contain them, shining on her thighs before disappearing into a pair of wicked glossy patent leather thigh-high boots with savage high heels that made her much taller than me. The suit had long sleeves that went all the way down to her wrists, every inch of her body completely covered except for her head and her hands. And yet somehow, thanks to the tightness of the suit, seeing her dressed like that felt almost like seeing her naked. Or somehow more than naked. Yes, she was technically covered up, but the clinging and shiny fabric of her outfit left absolute nothing to the imagination.

Ella was a gorgeous girl, and I had seen her wear some pretty provocative outfits in the past. We both did, back in our barfly days, back when we were both single. But in the time since I had been dating Jeff, that part of my life had started to fade. I mean, we still went out sometimes. I still got dressed up when I was in the mood. But it’s different when you’re with someone, especially in the long-term relationship my romance with Jeff had become. I didn’t have the same need to dress up sexy.

And even at my most provocative, I had never worn an outfit like this.

“Oh, hi,” Ella said, her glowing blue eyes moving from me to Jeff and back again. “I didn’t expect you guys.”

“Clearly,” I said, and Ella’s laughter went some way toward breaking the tension I hadn’t really realized existed until that moment. As if that laugh broke the spell of attention that kept my eyes on my friend, I turned toward Jeff. I wasn’t exactly surprised to see he wasn’t even looking at me. Instead, all his attention was on my friend, his eyes wide as if he wanted to drink in every last detail of her incredible body in that revealing suit.

And Ella seemed totally fine with that. In that moment, standing there on the doorstep in full view of my friend’s new suburban neighborhood, I didn’t really have the time to mentally process it, to determine how I felt about her. Instead, I kind of filed it away for later consideration.

“Come in,” Ella said, and turned away from the door. Finally, Jeff looked at me with his eyebrows raised, and I shrugged wordlessly before stepping over the threshold. Neither of us had expected this, but I had a feeling that Ella would soon let me know what she was up to. So I stepped into the house, and Jeff followed, swinging the front door shut behind him and shutting out the view of the neighbors that my friend didn’t seem to care about in the slightest.

Ella’s high heels clicked on the hard floors of her house with every step she took, and I had to envy the way she moved in them. She walked with total grace, total confidence, her long boots making her legs seem even longer, her high heels adding a sexy little sway to her hips and ass. And that shining black latex stretched tight over both of her buttocks, sinking into the gap between them, showing off the perfect roundness of her backside. I’m 100% straight, but there was no denying that she looked unbelievably sexy in that strange outfit. Without even looking at Jeff, I could imagine exactly what he was feeling. And – I don’t know. Maybe that should make me jealous. Maybe, in a way, it did. But there was something exciting about it, too. Even then, right in that very moment, I was excited to see where this was all going. Even if I couldn’t possibly have had any idea where we would end up.

“You want something to drink?” Ella said, without looking over her shoulder. There was something hypnotic in her movements, something endlessly alluring about her swaying body tightly wrapped in the rubber material of her catsuit. And the fact she was being so normal, just acting as if this was any other visit, made her somehow even more impressive.

“Yeah, sure, a Coke if you’ve got it,” I said, glancing uncertainly at Jeff again.

Reaching the door that led to the kitchen, a huge double doorway surrounded by ostentatious molding, Ella paused, and turned with consummate grace on her tall heels. I heard a faint creak from her latex catsuit as she leaned one arm against the wall and turned toward us. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was posing, flaunting that body in front of my boyfriend, and I guess in front of me, too. I mean, if I looked like her, I don’t think I would have been able to resist the temptation to do the same. Still, it was jarring, sending a little jolt of confusion through me and adding to the confusing mix of feelings fluttering away in my stomach. Ella had no interest in Jeff. She wasn’t that kind of girl. From the moment she met him, she had treated him like a friend, but nothing more, totally appropriate for the boyfriend of her best friend. It was only now, dressed like this, that she seemed different. Like she was on some other wavelength, some totally different vibe from our regular life. She looked different, of course, but she was acting different, too. And in my own way, I know how that goes. I know that the way you look changes the way you feel, and dressing a certain way can make you feel a certain way. But nothing in my experience had taught me what it felt like to stand there dressed in head-to-toe skintight latex and fuck-me boots in front of your best friend and her astonished boyfriend.

“Jeff?” Ella said softly. I stared at my boyfriend as he stared at her, his mouth open, no sound coming out.

“Jeff, she’s asking if you would like a drink,” I said, and Ella smiled as my voice seemed to temporarily break the spell her beauty had woven all around him. Jeff seemed to come to with a kind of mental effort, wrenching himself free of the hold Ella had on him.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah, Coke, please,” he mumbled. Ella nodded once, her black hair swaying and whispering over the latex that covered her shoulders. Then she turned, stepped through the open doorway, and disappeared. I listened to her high heels moving through the kitchen, and I glared at my boyfriend.

“Stop drooling over her,” I said, sounding more angry than I really felt.

“I’m not drooling,” Jeff whispered back. “But…what the fuck is she wearing?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I know it’s distracting, but try not to stare at her ass right in front of me, okay?”

“I wasn’t,” Jeff mumbled.

“I was.”

He looked at me sharply, and I allowed a little smile to show on my face. At that moment, Ella reappeared through the doorway, walking towards us with that same unmatchable confidence, that same swinging sway in her body as she carried three empty glasses and three cans, her old server skills coming in handy. Walking past us, she set the drinks down on the coffee table in her huge living room and sat down on the sofa. Standing beside Jeff, I could practically feel the strain in his body as he tried not to look at her body, or at least tried not to make it too obvious.

I felt no such obligation. I openly stared at Ella, knowing she wouldn’t mind. No woman puts on an outfit like that to not be looked at. Ella crossed her legs where she sat, and I watched the light shine on the rounded curve of her thigh under the latex of the catsuit, off her creaking boots that shined to match it, one heel now hovering above the floor. She looked amazing, and the confidence that seemed to radiate from her taught me that she knew it. And I was still waiting to find out why she was sitting around her house alone, looking like the mistress of a dungeon.

“Sit down,” she said, patting the sofa beside her. Glancing over again at poor Jeff, I smiled and stepped forward, smoothing my skirt behind me as I sat down next to my friend. Jeff followed, sitting in the armchair next to the end of the sofa where Ella sat so that she was between us. She leaned forward, popping the top off a can of Coke and pouring it into a glass, and I did the same. When Ella offered the glass she had just poured to Jeff, it seemed for a second as if he didn’t know what she was doing, and then almost fumbled the glass as he took it from her hand. He had it bad. He was so uncomfortable, so distracted by the way my friend looked. I couldn’t blame him. But that didn’t mean I had to let him off easy, either.

“I left my phone charger here last time I was here,” I explained, answering a question no one had asked. “We were in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d stop by. I texted you, but you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah,” Ella said, turning to me with a smile and flicking her dark hair back from her face. “I was busy.”

“Busy? I have to ask, Ella, what is all this about?”

I didn’t need to, but I wagged a finger up and down, indicating Ella’s outfit. What else could I be asking about? And my friend laughed, a musical sound that rang out in her living room, bubbling out from between her painted red lips.

“Oh, I was just doing a session,” she said, as if that explained it all. I glanced over at Jeff, none the wiser for her answer. He looked just as confused as I was.

“What kind of session do you dress like that for?”

“What do you think?” Ella said, her dazzling white teeth showing between her red lips as she smiled at me. “A domination session.”

I looked at Jeff. He looked at me. For a moment, I was genuinely speechless. Look, I know what Ella’s like. I know she’s pretty liberated when it comes to matters of sex. After all, girls talk about everything. I had heard all the wildest stories from her complicated love life. She’s done things with guys that I would never dare to attempt, and had things done to her that – well, I’d be lying if I said they didn’t intrigue me occasionally. But there’s a big difference between fantasy and reality. For me there is, anyway. For Ella, I’m not so sure. And as I sat there beside her on the sofa with her dressed up like the dominatrix she apparently was, I felt that that line was thinner than ever before.

“You’re a dominatrix now?”

“Yeah. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No!” I said, my open mouth gaping as I stared at my friend in surprise. “I think I would remember you telling me something like that.”

“Well, I told you I was doing some online stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing over for a moment toward Jeff, who sat in the armchair with a look of pure shock on his face. “I thought it was just… You know, pocket money. And just… Normal stuff. Well, as normal as that stuff ever is.”

“That’s how it started,” Ella agreed. “But I kind of got into this niche. It all started because I kept getting a lot of guys asking me to rate them. You know…rate their cocks.”

“Rate them?”

“Yeah. It’s really popular online. They send you a pic or video, whatever. And you send one back, telling them what you think about. But the trick is, you have to be mean. You always rate them low. That’s how they get off, being humiliated like that.”

“That’s so fucking crazy,” I said.

“I don’t know. I mean, I see something in it. At first I thought it was weird, too, but it was easy money. After a while, you kind of… I don’t know. Start to understand it. It’s like… That’s the thing he’s most proud of. The thing his ego is caught up with. So if you say you don’t like it, if you reject his manhood, it’s like you’re rejecting everything about him. You’re putting yourself up here and him down there. To some guys, that’s sexy. Right, Jeff?”

Ella turned her smiling face toward my boyfriend as she spoke, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my own face, either. I didn’t know why. It was just kind of funny to see him be put on the spot like that, to see his eyes move desperately from her to me and back again. To see him fail miserably at disguising his obvious desire for my friend, to try to pretend he wasn’t fascinated by this conversation. Ella didn’t care. She never did. She had no shame when it came to matters of sex, and often, I envied her that. But I’m more straightlaced than she is. And my boyfriend? Even more so.

“Why are you asking me?” Jeff said uncomfortably.

“Because you’re a guy,” Ella said, her confident facade never cracking for a moment. “You know what it’s like. You have one of those little things between your legs, too.”

Jeff looked mortified as he sat there in the armchair, listening to my friend’s words. But I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, and so did she, the two of us collapsing into giggles on the sofa. Jeff didn’t laugh. He wasn’t even smiling. But somehow, his serious and bewildered face just made the whole situation even funnier.

“Hey, less of the little,” I said as I finally got my laughter under control. And Ella beamed at me, reaching over to place a hand on my knee affectionately. I felt the warmth of her skin, and I placed my hand on her arm, and the feel of the flawless shining latex gripping her body like a second skin sent an unexpected little jolt of excitement through me.

“It’s okay, Sam,” Ella said, gently squeezing my knee and trying to sound understanding, even as she was unable to keep the smile from her face. “We’re all friends here. It’s okay if your boyfriend doesn’t… measure up. I’m sure he has lots of other good qualities.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jeff said, scowling and shaking his head. But that just made Ella find the whole thing even funnier. And, honestly, me, too. I had no complaints about my boyfriend’s size. I had no complaints about our sex life, either. Jeff was a considerate lover who always tried to make sure we both got off, and he usually succeeded in that goal. Besides, he loved me. He always made me feel wanted and desired, and I knew so well that look of lust on his face, which is why it was so jarring to see it now directed toward another woman. But Ella was sexy as hell in her dominatrix outfit. I could hardly criticize him for wanting her. Anyone would.

“Oh, come on,” Ella said, turning toward my boyfriend. “A girl can tell, you know. Don’t worry. Sam is always very complimentary about you. But I can tell. I don’t know what it is, the way you walk or something. You’ve always seemed like a guy who… Well. A guy who’s a little lacking down there, if you know what I mean.”

“Awwww,” I said, responding to the upset look on my boyfriend’s face. But my sympathy was totally undercut by the fact I couldn’t stop laughing. I didn’t know why. I had caught the giggles, and now I couldn’t get rid of them. Now everything about the situation seemed hilarious to me, and the more it seemed to bother Jeff, the funnier I found it.

“Don’t listen to her, honey,” I said, while Ella laughed loudly beside me. “It’s totally fine.”

And the look on Jeff’s face told me I was only making it worse, but I couldn’t help it. The strange atmosphere Ella had created with her attitude and her clothes had infected me now, too. Even at the time, it occurred to me that I might pay for this later, that I might have to make it up to Jeff once we got home. But that was okay. I was having far too much fun to worry about that.

“You know what that means, don’t you, Jeff?” Ella teased. “You know what it means when a woman says fine? That’s code.”

She leaned forward now, her latex catsuit creaking again as she placed one hand theatrically beside her mouth.

“That means it’s small,” she said in a stage whisper that was designed for me to hear, and again, I cracked up at the look of dismay on Jeff’s handsome face.

“You guys are crazy,” Jeff scowled. But already, it was clear that he was no match for my sexy friend. Whatever high she was riding from the kinky session she had just had propelled her forward, made her act in ways she never had before, and her dominant aura caught us all, in different ways, under her spell. She leaned back on the sofa, closer to me, and, uncrossing her legs, she lifted her feet from the floor and placed them in Jeff’s lap.

Jeff almost jumped at her touch. He pressed his body backward in his chair as if trying to get away from her, but at the same time, he raised his head to look uncertainly at me, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Ella was turning him on, of course. Dressed in that outfit, she was showing off a body that could wake the dead, and I knew he wanted her. So did she. Jeff’s only concern seemed to be how I might feel about what was happening. And I smiled at him as I placed a hand on Ella’s leg, shifting on the sofa so that I was sitting more or less beside her as she faced Jeff in his chair. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t resist it. That electric touch of her arm wrapped in latex made me want more, and the feel of her toned thigh through the clinging fabric was absolutely incredible.

“Are we?” Ella said. “Well, you know how you can prove me wrong, don’t you? Get it out.”

“Are you serious?” Jeff said, while I spluttered with laughter again. I didn’t know any longer what I wanted from the situation, except to see how it played out. Ella was clearly in the mood to take control, and for now, I was fine with that. I didn’t know why, but I was thoroughly enjoying watching her play the sexy dominatrix, watching her put the man I loved on the back foot. After all, why be in a relationship if you can’t have a little fun with each other now and then?

“Why not?” Ella said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She shifted in her seat and moved her feet in Jeff’s lap, and I bit my lip in excitement as I watched this gorgeous goddess toying with my boyfriend. There was no denying it. Between her shining boots, I could see the unmistakable bulge in Jeff’s pants, and no matter how he tried to change his position to hide it, I knew just how much this was turning him on. It amused me to see him like this, out of his comfort zone, out of control, turned on my sexy friend and trying to hide it without success.

“I’ll make you a deal,” Ella said, all her attention on him now, and all of his on her. For now, I was just a spectator, just watching this unbelievable drama playing out between them. For now, I was happy with that.

“We can all tell you’re hard right now,” Ella said, making Jeff even more uncomfortable by the second. “But even hard, I’m betting your cock is shorter than my high heel. Is it?”

“No,” Jeff scowled, falling right into Ella’s trap.

“Then prove it,” Ella smirked. “Get it out. If you’re bigger than my heel, I’ll admit it. I’ll admit that I was wrong, and that you have a big cock that could please anyone. But if it’s smaller than you say it is… Well. Then I think you need to be punished for being a bad boy.”

“Oh my God,” I said, pressing my hands to my face to cover my open mouth. But Ella didn’t hesitate. She was completely in her element, thrilled with her own sense of power. As wild and outrageous as her suggestion was, I didn’t doubt that she had every intention of going through with it.

Jeff looked at her, then at me. Staying silent behind Ella’s back, I simply shrugged, as if to say it was up to him. Jeff hesitated, and I knew why. Those were some mighty tall heels on Ella’s boots, and I had no idea if his confidence in his own size was accurate or not.

But of course, there was something else at work in my boyfriend’s heart, too. He wanted Ella badly, and I can usually rely on him wanting me, too. His desire for us both, I was sure, was putting ideas in his head, ideas of what might potentially happen if he did what my friend wanted.

And in the end, desire won.

With a sigh, Jeff reached for the front of his pants. Smiling, Ella lifted her feet out of his lap. I could see the red glow in his cheeks as he reached into his clothes to pull out his cock, and a spasm of desire went through me to see it so hard and ready for sex.

Ella rose to her feet. The sexy sway of her movements was more pronounced than ever as she walked a few steps toward the armchair where Jeff sat. Placing a hand on the back of it, she lifted one foot from the floor, and Jeff turned his head to look up at her as she placed her foot in his lap once more.

This time, she put the sole of her shoe on his thigh, the slender high heel right next to his shaft. And, still holding the back of the chair for balance, Ella turned toward me with a broad grin on her pretty face.

“Nope,” she said. “My heel is bigger. Looks like we need to teach your boyfriend a lesson, Sam.”