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Courting Her

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Courting Her, A Femdom Novel by Gregory Allen

“” if her eyes had him captured, her smile enslaved him””

Even during their first encounter, the sexy coed Kimberly has Alex wrapped around her little finger. As one date leads to the next, he’s so smitten with the lovely female that he barely notices her dominant command of their budding relationship. However, when he carelessly puts his feet on the coffee table and fails to remove them when she asks, he gets his rude wake-up call! Ordered to strip and crawl over her lap for a punishment spanking, he may burn with humiliation, but his desire for the daunting female only increases. He pleasures her twice, spends the night with her naked in his bed, but he gets nothing for himself. And when he timidly registers his complaints, Kimberly quickly spins the conversation in a different direction. Before he knows it, Alex has agreed to give the little vixen absolute control of his sexual release. He’s forbidden to come without her permission, something she’ll dole out sparsely. Later, after she “queens’ him for the first time, sitting on his face for oral sex, she announces quite proudly that she’s now become his Mistress.

Courting Mistress Kimberly becomes a lengthy lesson in submission for Alex, as he’s required to focus his entire attention into becoming her worthy servant, while getting very little pleasure in return. He’s at her beck and call, serves her slavishly, cleaning her apartment in a girly apron, and taking her rough punishment when he fails to meet her exacting standards. If he’s to get any sexual satisfaction from the relationship it will be on her terms, by her rules and only after he’s devotedly served her and she finds him worthy.

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Chapter Two, The First Time Alex Gets into Trouble


After dinner, Alex served her a dish of sherbet to eat while he cleared the dishes and put them in the sink. He suggested a movie, and let her pick from a few he’d rented. He’d gone to the trouble of gathering an eclectic mix, so that she could see the kind of movie she wanted—a detail Kimberly noticed, and one that pleased her. She chose a romantic comedy.

Alex’s couch was short with only two cushions. He sat close to her after setting up the movie; just a sliver of space was between them.

The previews had ended when Alex set his shiny black shoes up on the coffee table in front of the couch. On the TV screen, as the opening credits flashed, a cute blonde in a white skirt and tank top was striking tennis balls, playing against a machine on the other side of the net that spit balls at her, but Kimberly was only staring at those shoes propped on the coffee table. There was over a foot of space between the bottom of the screen and the tops of his shoes, but Kimberly found them distracting. “Alex,” Kimberly said, “put your feet down.”

She felt him turn toward her, but her eyes remained set on his shoes. The stiff soles scraped against the table’s lathed edge. When they still didn’t return to the floor, she turned toward Alex.

He grinned as if he thought she had been kidding, but she kept her unsmiling face pointed at his so that he would know she was not. With a last scrape against the wood, his feet dropped off the table and returned to the floor.

Kimberly turned back to the TV, but she wasn’t really watching. “Why didn’t you put your feet down when I said?”

“I did put them down.”

“Did you do it right when I said?”

“No, but…”

“Why didn’t you put your feet down when I said?”

“I don’t know.”

Kimberly picked the remote up off the coffee table and paused the movie. “Do you enjoy being with me, Alex?”

“I do. I’m having a great time with you.”

“I’m not like most of the girls you’ve probably known, I’m…”

“I know, I can tell that.” Alex rambled, clearly sounding nervous—nearly frightened. “I like that you’re unique, and…”

“Do not interrupt me,” Kimberly said, in her calm, authoritative tone that she could tell was making Alex squirm and powerless to resist her. “I’m very much a woman, which means that I expect to be listened to with respect. I expect to be obeyed.”

“I respect you. Of course, I respect you.”

She turned toward him and smiled. Alex broke into a laughing grin; he seemed so thrilled to see her relaxed smile again, and have the tension eased. Then his face emptied of color when Kimberly said, her face still relaxed in a broad, kind smile, “I want to punish you for not listening to me right away. Will you take it?”

“But why?”

“Because I want to.”

“But I did put my feet down.”

“You already said that, and I responded to it.”

Alex looked to the TV as if he could will it back on to rescue him, but the remote was in Kimberly’s hand.

“At dinner you said you liked that I’m demanding. You said I’m strong-willed, but that it would be hopefully your gain.”

“But why does that mean I have to take a punishment?”

“Because I said so. You didn’t obey me right away, and so you have to be taught a lesson. Now, will you take it or not?” She pretended she was growing impatient, though truthfully, she was having a great time using her words to make him miserable. The word ‘obey’ out of her mouth softened him into putty. She suspected it was having the opposite effect in one particular place.

A part of him attempted to resist, but it was no match for the part of him that desired to submit, and he said, “I’ll take it.”

“Good,” Kimberly said and clapped her hands together, sitting up. “Now, stand up and push the table out of the way.”

Alex did, and stood before her. Kimberly crossed her legs and set her hands on her knee. “Now, Alex, you look very nice all dressed up, but I need you to take off your shirt and pants and your shoes and socks.”

He paused. It passed over his face, the realization that this was his final chance to stand up to her while he was still dressed, but he was captured by her calm and commanding presence.

“C’mon, I’m sure you were hoping you’d get to take those pants off tonight in front of me. Maybe not under these circumstances, but still.”

He began at the top button of his shirt and kept his head lowered as his fidgeting fingers went from one button to the next, then he slipped his shirt off. He folded it and set it on the coffee table behind him. With the same slow, methodical movements, he removed his undershirt, shoes, socks, and pants.

He has a fine body, Kimberly thought, and she was so pleased at the dignity with which he undressed and now stood. Still, she couldn’t resist teasing him. “You wear little boy underwear, that’s so cute,” she said of Alex’s tidy-whiteys. She noticed as he looked up that his eyes were filled with tears. One dripped down, and Alex’s hand immediately fluttered up to catch it and wipe it away. Kimberly admonished him. “Never hide your tears from me. I love making men cry.”

“But, Kimberly, why are you doing this?” Another tear fell, and he let it roll down.

“I’m having fun. You are too, aren’t you? You’ve been following all my instructions, you must be enjoying it.”

“I feel really embarrassed.” His hands shook at his hips. In the pouch of his underwear, Kimberly could see the outline of what looked like a beautiful and half-engorged cock. A noticeable spot on his underwear looked so wet it seemed it might begin to drip as his tears had.

“Alex, finding toilet paper on your shoe makes you embarrassed. You feel humiliated. Now tell me what you think your punishment is going to be.”

His mouth tightened in a ludicrous, last minute show of defiance that nearly made Kimberly laugh, but she stifled it; and, instead, she crossed her arms and looked at him sternly, insisting he answer her.

Alex’s eyes rolled. Another tear dripped, and his hand began to lift, but then remained at his side, letting the tear roll. “I think you’re going to spank me, but…”

“Do not say ‘but.’ Say it again.”

“I think you’re going to spank me.”

“Say it again without whining.”

“I think you’re going to spank me.”

“Yes, Alex. I’m going to spank you.” She reached toward his waist.

Alex leaned away from her. “I don’t want you to.”

“Yes, you do. You want me to.”

From his face, it seemed he didn’t, but he took the few small steps toward her reach. Kimberly gripped the waistband of his underwear and tugged until he was standing at her side. She held the elastic firmly, let him think for a while about the fact that his underwear was about to come down, then she pulled it to his knees.

1 review for Courting Her

  1. pfmedia

    Now, this is a book to which I can relate! In Courting Her, Gregory Allen explores a domestic form of female domination, establishing a blossoming romance between Alex and Kimberly that’s female-led from the outset. She takes the lead, she sets the rules, and she decides how and when they’ll enjoy any intimacy.

    In many ways, this is a story of femdom or FLR for beginners, but that’s not to say it’s easy or tame. There’s not a lot of kink here – no bondage, chastity, or pegging – but there is a heavy focus on submission and punishment. Kimberly uses orgasm denial to keep Alex eager, canings and spankings to make him obedient, and intimate service to help him feel connected. She insists oral sex is something for a man to perform for his Mistress, never the other way around, and they call it ‘princess kisses’, which I adored.

    There is some significant humiliation to the story, but it’s never cruel or mean-spirited, it’s more a result of Alex being new to these feelings and experiences. He’s fallen head-over-heels for this woman, and is willing to do anything for her. As for Kimberly, she’s an assertive woman who knows what she wants and how she wants it, but she’s not above showing emotion or tenderness. This is an FLR romance as much as its femdom erotica, and the progression of their relationship is wonderful to behold. We get to see all the firsts of a new couple, both kinky and ordinary, and all the uncertainty and self-doubt make it feel real.

    Courting Her is a well-written story featuring two likable, respectable characters drawn together by shared passions for the power exchange. It’s that rare book that should be attractive and accessible to inexperienced vanilla readers while still satisfying experienced fans of the genre.

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