After months of intense effort, PhDomme Emma is finally about to publish her first erotica story! It is called THE FEMDOM SYNDICATE (Secretly Turning Husbands into Cuckolds and Slaves to their Dominant Wives). Buckle up and read the first chapter now!
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Chapter I.
Amy and Michael checked into the Lufthansa business class lounge with plenty of time before their night flight to Berlin and found a seat by a window. Amy was absorbed in her endless quest to create the perfect itinerary for their vacation.
“So, I think we should go tomorrow to the Contemporary Fine Arts Gallery in Berlin. Whatever… and then the next day, we can hit Eigen + Art, and then the Institute for Contemporary Art. They are on the same street,” Amy announced for the twelfth time.
“Sounds good, honey,” Michael replied. He just loved seeing Amy so excitedly stoked for this trip. She had been dying to go for years. He took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful Amy was.
“When we get to our hotel, I think we should find out what it would cost to hire a driver. I can’t even pronounce these street names.” “Okay, honey. Good idea,” Michael replied supportively, since neither of them spoke any German.
Meanwhile, he watched a tall, very handsome guy stride into the lounge and drop into a seat in another seating section. Michael nudged Amy’s arm and said playfully, “That’s the guy.”
“What guy?” Amy asked without looking up from her travel guide.
“You know, your perfect lover, Tan sweater. Barely fits in the seat,” Michael replied quietly, nodding discreetly in the man’s direction.
Amy looked at Michael, then at the guy, and rolled her eyes. With an exasperated sigh she said, “I already regret showing any interest at all in your open marriage fantasy Michael.” She went back to her guide.
Michael laughed. “But you did show interest. Want a glass of wine?” He stood up.
“Sure. But why don’t you hit the men’s room first to jerk off, so you don’t embarrass yourself?” Amy smiled up at him, nodding her head in the direction of the gorgeous guy.
“You kidding? I just cleared three full weeks in chastity, and I am going strong! Never felt better!” He stuck his chest out briefly.
“Go away.”
Michael laughed and got them some wine. And then some more wine.
Amy found herself checking out Mr. Tan Sweater across the lounge. He really was gorgeous. She laughed quietly. “Oh, Jenny would be so proud of us right now.”
Michael shrugged. “And why would she not be? She practically planned this trip for us.” It had been her best friend Jenny’s idea that Amy go on this art history vacation throughout Europe, starting in Berlin. In classic Jenny style, she had lobbied really hard for Amy to leave him at home. Fortunately, Amy would have none of that.
“I told her, you know.” Amy said, without looking up from her magazine.
“About Tan Sweater man? Wow you don’t waste time!” Michael quipped.
“No goofball. About your little open marriage fantasy. It will not surprise you that the dear girl did cartwheels when I told her.” Amy turned the page of her magazine.
“You told Jenny.” Michael just stared at her, stunned.
“Yep. Girls talk about stuff. No big deal. She was very supportive, by the way. Did I mention the cartwheels?” Amy giggled.
Michael slumped back into his chair with a sigh, not sure how to feel about Jenny knowing his cuckolding fantasy. He recalled how Jenny and Amy were inseparable in college. They roomed together as freshmen and stayed together every year. Jenny was always the wild child and instigator. Always insisting that Amy come out to the clubs dancing with her. Always teasing him about being an inferior male and telling Amy she could do much better. And now, Jenny knew of his cuckolding fantasy.
Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “So… um, just how long has Jenny known about my um… little fantasy?”
Amy smiled, without looking up from her magazine. “Ohhhhh… a while,”
They finally headed to the gate, boarded the plane and found their seats in Business Class. Michael sat on the left by the window, and Amy sat in the left seat of the middle section, across the aisle from him. There were two seats in the middle section, and the seat to Amy’s right was empty.
Amy leaned over and said, “Why don’t you sit next to me over here?”
“I can’t do that – they said the flight was full.” Michael replied with a shrug.
Amy rolled her eyes at him. “Seriously? Fine. I will ask whoever shows up here to switch with you. And you can just sit there and try to find your missing spine. Sound like a plan?”
“Perfect plan honey!” Michael smiled, kicking off his shoes.
A few minutes later, the gorgeous guy from the lounge was standing next to Amy’s empty seat. Michael watched Amy check the guy out from top to bottom as he put a bag in the overhead. Her gaze seemed to drift to his midsection, where even Michael could see a very substantial bulge in his jeans. A slight thrill of excitement coursed through him, imagining the possibilities.
Amy said nothing as the large, well-muscled man sat down next to her. She flashed Michael a mischievous smile that clearly told him she no longer had any intention of changing this seating arrangement. Instead, she stood up into the aisle with feline grace, facing Michael as she slowly bent over at the waist until her face was very close to his. Then she whispered to him, “Not sure if you noticed, but I am wearing your favorite yoga pants today… the ones that really accentuate – how do you always put it – my perfect ass cheeks. But anyway, I just wanted to remind you to make very sure your seat back is in an upright position, and your tray table is securely stored for takeoff.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with my wife!” Michael whispered, fully aware that if the man had any pulse at all, his eyes just had to be locked on his wife’s ass.
Amy smiled with satisfaction, moving her lips almost close enough to kiss her husband. “Oh… and before I sit back down next to my perfect lover, do you need anything from my bag in the overhead? Lipstick? Tampon maybe? No? Okay, just checking,” She smiled wickedly as she turned around and reached up to the overhead bin, letting her soft sweater ride up to briefly expose her flat, toned tummy before gracefully sitting back down in her seat with a casual hair-flip.
A flight attendant handed Michael a glass of champagne. He turned to toast Amy, but just at that moment he watched her ‘accidentally’ let her phone slide off her right thigh onto the floor.
Amy touched the handsome stranger’s arm gently. “Oh shoot! Sorry I just…” Amy leaned and reached down blindly, practically putting her cheek on the man’s thigh, her long hair spilling into his lap.
The Adonis stood up and then knelt to the floor. Picking up Amy’s phone with a smile, he handed it back to her.
“Oh thank you, I couldn’t reach it” Amy said apologetically, pushing strands of hair back behind her ear with a smile.
“My pleasure. My name is Derek,” Derek extended his hand. His deep rich voice had a German accent.
Amy took it. “Oh, Amy. Nice to meet you. Thanks again,”
Michael waited for Amy to introduce him. Nothing. He could have been a thousand miles away.
Derek replied, “I am always looking up, Amy,”
“Oh. Well that’s… a healthy outlook, I suppose,” Amy replied politely.
“Healthy? No, no. Necessary,” Derek corrected, smiling.
Amy was intrigued. “Necessary.”
“Yes! Always! I am always looking up to women.” Derek flashed a thousand-watt smile.
Amy laughed, her inner New Yorker filtering the comment instinctively. “Yeah, right.”
Derek smiled flirtatiously at Amy without so much as a glance over to Michael. “I will explain to you. Women, they are here…” He raised his massive right arm high in the air above the seats, making a horizontal karate chop with his hand in the air before continuing. “Men, they are here…” Another hand chop, but lower, in front of his TV screen. Then, he winked, leaned a bit closer to Amy, glanced at Michael, then lowered his hand near the tray table and chopped again, whispering, “…And some men, they are here. Shhhh. No need to hurt anyone’s feelings.”
Amy burst out laughing, covering her mouth. Then she whispered, “You’re funny. Always looking up. I like that.”
Derek smiled, touching the flight attendant call button.
The flight attendant arrived, flashing Derek a “I-will-do-you-right-here-in-the-aisle” smile and asked, “What can I do for you?”
“We are very, very thirsty, but have so much more to discuss.” Derek explained. “Two glasses of champagne, please.”
“Of course, sir. Right away,” The flight attendant smiled at both of them and disappeared.
Amy stared at the video screen in front of her while thinking of something to say to her new friend. The Lufthansa commercial ended, and a new one began. She watched absently as the screen filled with the image of a very pretty young woman, smiling happily. She exuded confidence and determination. Amy realized that the young woman was speaking.
“Oh! Silly me. I need to plug in my headphones…” Before she had time to search for them herself, Derek reached over and opened a compartment for her.
“May I?” Derek inquired politely.
“No thanks, I got it.” Amy pulled out the headset and plugged it in. Upbeat music filled her ears as the young woman on screen happily announced, ‘I am empowered.”
Amy watched as several more young women were showcased, from all parts of the world, each repeating the same slogan. Each were portrayed in positions of leadership: Doctor; Corporate Executive; Museum Art Curator, and so on. A female voice closed out the advertisement with the name of the institution, and a simple phrase: “The Society for the Advancement of Women. We make the difference.”
“Oh! I’ve heard of them!” Amy practically shouted, headphones still on.
Derek laughed good-naturedly, tapping his own ear.
Amy blushed with embarrassment, whipping off the headphones. “Sorry. Was I really loud?”
“No, but the gentleman in seat 35C, back in coach, would like to know more.”
Amy laughed, pointing at the screen. That foundation is pretty cool. They help young women move their way through their education, and into any number of successful career paths.”
“Really. How did you hear about them, if I may ask?” Derek inquired, a slight smile on his face now.
“Oh, my best friend Jenny told me about it. They seem to have a very deep commitment to promoting women in the fine arts. I think that’s great. Many of those career paths are still quite patriarchal, to put it nicely. Why are you smiling?” Amy challenged Derek.
“No reason, other than admiration for your enthusiasm.” A moment later Derek handed Amy a champagne glass. “A toast: To new experiences.”
“To new experiences,” Amy clinked glasses with Derek, feeling the mood changing between them. After a sip she put her hand on Derek’s thick forearm, keeping it there too long. “Oh! Derek this is my husband, Michael.”
Derek and Michael exchanged hellos. Then after a brief silence Derek leaned even closer to Amy and asked him, “So, why are you not sitting next to your beautiful wife, Michael?”
Michael hesitated for some reason.
Amy put her hand back on Derek’s forearm, this time causing him to look down at it. “Michael and I have an… arrangement. Don’t we Michael?” Amy smiled at him wickedly, sipping her champagne as everyone processed those words.
Holy shit. Michael opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.
Amy slid her fingertips along Derek’s forearm just a little. “You see Derek, Michael just has to sit by the window for some reason, and I have come to accept that as a necessary part of our relationship. Haven’t I, Michael?” Amy sipped her champagne again, smiling.
Michael gulped. “Uh, yeah. I prefer the window,”
Amy turned to Derek and breathed a sexy sigh. “I actually think he just enjoys seeing me with another man. I hope you don’t mind keeping me company, Derek, I just hate to disappoint my husband.”
“Not at all, Amy,” Derek flagged down the flight attendant for two more glasses of champagne. “So, What brings you to Berlin?”
“A much-needed vacation. And you? Are you heading home?” Hopefully not to a wife or girlfriend, she didn’t add.
Derek nodded yes. “Berlin is my home. I have been in New York for business, but I don’t want to bore you with that,”
Amy shook her head “No no! Tell me what you do! I would love to know what a man like you does for a living?”
Derek smiled. “A man like me?”
Amy blushed. “Yeah. What does a gorgeous guy with an absolutely delicious German accent do to make money in this world? Sorry… maybe I’ve had enough champagne,”
Derek took the two fresh glasses of champagne from the flight attendant and handed Amy one. “I don’t believe you have had nearly enough champagne. Anyway, if you insist, I will tell you what I do. But, not before I correctly guess what a Goddess like you does to make money in this world.”
Amy smiled. “Goddess? Well okay then. Guess away!” She clinked glasses with Derek.
Michael watched the two of them go deeper into a flirtatious conversation, his cock hardening in his jeans as he finished his champagne. A powerful mix of emotions caught him by surprise. He could not stop himself from imagining his wife Amy gasping and screaming in orgasmic bliss, back arched as Derek thrusted deep inside her relentlessly. Another section of Michaels mind was quickly focusing on how he was already losing control of the situation here.
Derek pointed a finger at Michael dramatically as his eyes locked on Amy’s. “Say nothing Michael! I need no assistance with this. Amy, you are a yoga instructor.”
“No. But I practice yoga all the time, so you get half a point.”
“It shows. Okay. Your flawless beauty distracts me. I must concentrate. You… are an attorney.”
“Nope.”
“Research biologist.”
“Please.”
“Catering Director.”
Amy laughed. “You really suck at this. You know that, right?”
Derek sipped his champagne. “I am ashamed. I must beg your forgiveness for being so utterly distracted by your presence. Clearly my real talents lie elsewhere, So now you must tell me what you do. I am powerless.”
Amy smiled. “I’m not saying a word until you tell me what you do.”
Derek nodded. “Fair. Okay. I am an international art dealer. I was here in New York for a few auctions.”
Amy’s face lit up, and she grabbed Derek’s forearm yet again. “No way! I own an art gallery in TriBeCa! We’re going to Berlin to see the art galleries. I need some inspiration for my collection.”
Derek grinned broadly. “This is wonderful news! I have a good friend in Berlin that I would like you to meet. She is very well known in the Berlin art scene. And… permit me to say, very well connected. I think you would like her. But I must apologize. Here I am plotting to take you away…” He paused to glance over at Michael, then added, “From your ah, previously agreed plans. Do forgive me, please, if I appear to be too forward with you.”
Amy giggled nervously, her fingers absently pushing a few strands of hair back behind her ear for the eleventh time in as many minutes. “No not at all. I actually find it refreshing. And, I enjoy getting to know interesting people.” Now it was her turn to glance over to Michael before she added flirtatiously, “Sometimes plans need to change. And some situations simply require a certain degree of… flexibility. I can assure you, in the right circumstances, I can be very… flexible. So, where does your friend live? In the city?”
Derek flushed with arousal, processing Amy’s choice of words. “Ah, yes. But no. I should say, she owns an apartment in Berlin, but she is currently residing in her home in the country. About an hour’s drive from the city. It is very beautiful there. If I may, I will see about her availability to meet this week?”
Amy paused for a moment, considering the fact that she barely knew this guy. And why would anyone be comfortable jumping in a car to drive to the countryside with a total stranger? Was this her inner Nee Yorker being overly cautious? Maybe. But no harm in letting things roll forward a bit, she mused. She finally replied, “Um, yeah sure. Thank you,”
Derek nodded and began typing out a text message. A few seconds later, he received a response, and immediately replied.
Amy watched silently, hearing the second ping as Derek received a reply. She tried to read Derek’s face, which seemed to convey disappointment. “So, no good then?” At that moment, she realized how much she was hoping to have an opportunity to spend more time with Derek.
“No no! That is not it. Emma would very much like to meet you. But her schedule is very busy.” Derek informed her, appearing crestfallen.
Amy touched Derek’s forearm briefly. “That’s okay. I really appreciate you trying. I think it’s very sweet.” She forced a reassuring smile.
Derek nodded. “Emma did invite us all for lunch today. But I realize you are just beginning your vacation and probably have set plans already, She has appointments this afternoon and most of the week afterward, otherwise she would be happy to host you another day.” He paused, waiting for Amy to react.
Amy felt a warm rush of excitement flowing through her. Perhaps she would not have to say goodbye to this gorgeous new friend so soon after all. A decision formed in her mind: Game on! Clearing her throat she smiled. “Are you always this forgetful, Derek? I just finished explaining how wonderfully flexible I can be, in the right situation. Don’t you find this coincidence just a little bit intriguing?”
Derek flushed further. “Please forgive me, my new friend. At the moment, I can think of nothing else but your situational flexibility. Shall I inform Emma that she will have lunch guests today? We will have ample time to arrive there by midday.”
“Well then, yes. Absolutely. Please tell Emma I am very much looking forward to meeting her.”
Derek nodded with a smile and sent a brief text. He then raised his champagne. “A toast: To exploring your flexibility!”
Amy clinked glasses with Derek again. “To exploring our flexibility. I know we just met, but why do I get the feeling that you know more than you are telling me, Derek?”
The plane took off, and the loud whine of the engines made it impossible for Michael to hear anything Amy and Derek were saying. They continued a lively conversation all the way through the meal service, then they all turned in for a few hours of sleep.
to be continued….
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