Lessons Learned

By I.G. Frederick

Four sizzling hot FemDom love stories about women who come to terms with their dominant sides and discover that makes them more attractive to the men they love.

What if the first time your best friend drags you to a FemDom “Tea Party” you see your former boyfriend serving canapes naked?

How do you respond when you find your ex-husband hanging out at the restaurant where you planned to meet your “Blind Date”?

If you love a vanilla woman and you only want “To Serve,” how do you introduce her to the lifestyle without scaring her away?

What if a “Change in View” alters the attitude of the man you mentored so he could find his perfect Mistress?

• Language: English
• Publisher: PussyCatPress
• Release date: Sep 25, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301818655

I.G. Frederick

Find your fetish: you can now search my stories to find the ones that include your preferred combination of fetishes (aka categories) at http://www.eroticawriter.net/shortstories.php?searchbycategory=true/~~~~~~~~~~~~I.G. Frederick trades words for cash, specializing in erotic fiction and poetry since 2001. Her erotic short stories appear in Hustler Fantasies, Forum, Foreplay, and Desire Presents, as well as electronic, audio, and print anthologies. Her novels receive high praise from readers, critics, and other authors.A FemDom, Ms. Frederick owns the man she adores. Although dominant in the rest of his life, he demonstrates his love by serving as her submissive. Ms. Frederick writes about finding love in BDSM relationships from the authority of one enjoying that for almost a decade.Read reviews of her work and find links to purchase her novels, poetry book, and collections of short stories in print and electronic books on her website: http://eroticawriter.net/. (If you live in countries, such as the UK, that block http://eroticawriter.net, the site is mirrored at http://frederickbooks.com)Subscribe to http://eroticawriter.livejournal.com/ to learn when new stories are published.~~~~~~~~~~~~If you've purchased a short story and then wish to purchase the collection containing that story, contact me for a coupon. (Proof of purchase required.)

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Lessons Learned

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 by I.G. Frederick

Cover art and book design by Pussy Cat Press

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This book contains graphic sexual content including sadomasochism. If you’re not of legal age in your local jurisdiction or you’re offended by sexually explicit material including fetish activities or you consider depictions of men or women bound, beaten, spanked, and/or whipped obscene or offensive in any way, please do not purchase this book.

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Tea Party

By I.G. Frederick

Lynette watched her waist curve in slightly and her tits push up when Theresa pulled on the laces of the leather corset.

Is that too tight?

Lynette put her hands against the firm leather covering her from just above her areola to below the top of her hips and sucked air into her lungs. I can still breathe. Barely.

Perfect. Theresa smiled and tied the long laces into an attractive bow. You’ll have them all groveling at your feet.

Lynette laughed and fluffed up her short auburn curls with her fingers. I thought that was the point of this event.

Theresa wound her long own blond hair into an elegant French twist and pinned it with black feathers and rhinestones. She wore a pink brocade corset that emphasized her creamy complexion and a short red skirt that showed off her long, slender legs.

Lynette frowned. Compared to her best friend, she looked awkward and chunky. Although she’d agreed to wear one of Theresa’s corsets, she stuck with her own full, below-the knee skirt to disguise thunder thighs and a bit of a belly. I don’t know if I’m really cut out to be a FemDom. Maybe I should skip the tea.

Absolutely not! Theresa handed her a pair of spiked, four-inch heels. You’ve been moping around ever since Roger broke up with you. She pulled on knee-high, black leather boots. You need to start circulating again.

Lynette slipped her bare feet into the shoes and tried to keep her balance. But, I’m not a FemDom.

Theresa laughed. "You’re single because you are a FemDom and vanilla relationships won’t work for you. She grabbed the handle of a black, leather, rolling case and pulled it toward the apartment door. You need a guy who’ll do what you tell him and thank you for the privilege."

Lynette scowled, but locked the door and followed Theresa down the hallway to the elevator, bracing her hands on the walls to keep her balance. By the time they reached the parking garage under the building, she’d gotten the hang of walking in the high heels and enjoyed the sound of their footsteps clicking across the cement.

Theresa maneuvered her car onto the street and headed north on Alaskan Way. Sunday afternoon traffic was light and they made it to the Center in less than fifteen minutes. Theresa parked outside a drab, nondescript warehouse building, and led Lynette to an unmarked door, pulling the case behind her. Inside the large room, walled off from the rest of the building, sofas, arm chairs, and tables surrounded by folding chairs were arranged on one side. On the other side, three beds, a St. Andrew’s cross, four massage tables, and a spanking bench filled the space.

A naked male, about six feet tall with a shaved head and a goatee, bowed when they entered. Good afternoon, Goddesses. We’re so very grateful you could join us. He handed each of them a printed menu with a list of goodies that made Lynette’s mouth water.

He turned to Theresa. Would you like me to store your toy bag over there? He pointed to a collection of suitcases, duffle bags, and plastic tubes in one corner."

She smiled and gave him the handle.

Another male, wearing a pink French maid’s outfit with full petticoats and size 13, pink, two-inch heels curtseyed. Would you ladies prefer seating at the table or on one of the sofas?

Theresa scanned both areas. Sofa, please.

Yes, Ma’am. He sashayed in the direction of the nearest sofa, which was occupied by one woman who was going over the menu options with a naked male kneeling at her feet.

She looked up when Theresa sat down next to her. Darling, so good to see you. They did air kisses. Who’s your friend?

Emily, this is Lynette. It’s her first time.

Oh, excellent. Emily had a long, thick gray braided wrapped around her head and wore a black lace catsuit under a tiny black,