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FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 2:55 pm
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Femdom balls kicking story
I have fond – if painful -- memories of the time in
high school when I tried to sneak into the girls’ locker room
after a swim match and spy on them. Our match was over by 8:30
pm and it was already going on 10, and I was the only guy left
from our team. Somehow my horny little body got the best of me
and I started to peek into the girls’ locker room.
Well, the door was invitingly open and there were four girls
still there getting dressed. I guess they figured all the guys
were gone, since they were walking around without paying any
attention to the open doorway. The woman’s swim coach, a shapely
amazon named Miss Johnson, was sitting on one of the benches,
and they were all laughing and talking about the victory that
the boys and girls teams had won that night. We really were good
that year and everyone from the girls and boys team knew each
other and we got along great, just like sisters and brothers. We
would joke back and forth and complain about the skimpy
swimsuits we had to wear. The girls’ suits showed just as much
as ours; you could see every outline of every part we owned. The
suits fit like a second skin, compressing the girls’ boobs and
outlining their sexy groin groove almost as well as they did the
guys’ “meat and potatoes”. As it was, it was not unusual to walk
by and even stop to chat as we went to get dressed; it just
didn't seem to matter if we saw each other half-dressed … until
that night.
The adrenalin was still flowing after the match, and I guess I
was more turned on than usual. It wasn’t like I had never seen
the girls before, but I’d never seen any of them completely nude
like this. I couldn’t help myself. I stood in the doorway, just
to the side, and I was enjoying the view as my little hard-on
got harder and harder inside my Speedo swimsuit. I was turned on
by the sight of those nice tight young bodies and the coach,
being just 24 years old, was in nice shape too.
When the coach saw me by door and I quickly turned to walk
towards the boys showers when she said, "Hey, D is here. Come on
in. You did a great job tonight, didn't he girls?" She grabbed
my hand and pulled me into the room and then it hit her. She
looked down at my hard-on trying to rip through my trunks and
said, "Oh my, you’ve been watching us haven’t you? Just how long
have you been standing there, D? You know we warned you boys
about peeking and I told the girls the same thing. I don't care
what you do on your own time but I won't have you boys, or the
girls, allowing your hormones to get in the way of the meets!"
The girls were giggling and laughing as I the coach was holding
my hand. I was red as a beet, embarrassed, and my free hand was
in front of me trying to hide my hard-on.
"Now I thing we need to teach D a lesson, don't we girls?" said
the coach, as she stepped to my side, grabbed my free hand and
pulled my arms to each side, completely exposing my raging
hard-on to the girls. "See girls, he's excited to see us!"
They all laughed and I was saying "I'm sorry coach. I was just
walking by… really... I'm sorry… I didn’t mean to, “ One girl
still had her suit on, one was completely naked and the other
two had already put their bra and panties on. The coach must
have been just about ready to shower as she had her skirt on,
but her blouse was open exposing a great laced bra.
"Well, come on girls, line up and give D a good look. Come on,
stand right in front of him so he can get an eyeful. Let’s see
if his dick gets any bigger." The coach let go of my arms. "Now
stand right there D and I want your hands at your sides." The
girls were laughing and stood right in front of me. One half
dressed girl boldly stripped off her bra and wiggled her boobs
at me. Her panty and bra clad friend was slow to do the same, so
she unhooked the girl’s bra and removed it for her. “Let’s go
all the way, girls,” the coach said, so the topless girls took
off their panties as well. Both of them had nice shaved beavers,
since it reduces the drag when swimming.
The girl in the swimsuit removed her suit, and now I was faced
with four very cute and completely nude teenage women, not to
mention the coach with her boobs trapped in that white lace bra.
Diane, the girl who had wiggled her boobs at me, put her hands
on her hips and spread her legs wide, so I couldn’t help staring
at her fantastic pink pussy lips. My cock was pounding like a
jackhammer and the girls couldn’t help but see it swelling even
more through my Speedos. They giggled and joked about it, but I
didn’t care. I didn’t know if I I had gone to heaven right then,
but I did know that I wasn't about to get off that easy. The
coach grinned at the display of female flesh and then stepped in
front of the girls. She said, “Well, D, now you’ve seen what you
were after, and the girls do look great, don’t they? But I bet
you’ve never seen a grown woman’s body before, have you?"
With that, the girls went silent and their eyes widened as the
coach stepped out of her skirt and slipped off her blouse,
standing there in just her underwear. God, she had a great body.
How I wanted to see those big tits of hers unwrapped! "Now girls
this is what I have said about the boys. Look at those things
between his legs (as she grabbed each of my knees with her hands
and spread my legs apart). Don't you move, D. I'm making a
point!"
"See how boys get excited? That’s why we can beat them in the
matches. Their body dynamics are not smooth like ours. Now if we
could just keep them soft... this," then she mildly struck my
cock and balls with the back of her hand, "would not be an issue
in the pool or in the locker room!" I doubled over just a bit as
it was more a surprise than it hurt, and the girls all began
laughing again at my obvious embarrassment.
"Now girls, don't you think we owe it to D to help him get rid
of that ugly hard-on so he can be slim and trim in the water for
his team? And I think you agree we need to teach D that trying
to sneak a peek at the girls locker room has its price!" The
girls were laughing and they were all saying, "Yes, coach. Let’s
teach him a lesson!”
"Then Kathy, come over here and hold D's right arm. Diane, come
over and hold his left arm. Amy, hold his right leg out and Kim
come over here and hold his left leg out. What do you think we
should with you D?" The girls were holding my legs and arms
apart and then Kathy smacked my ass with her free hand and the
coach laughed. "I think we’re on the right track girls!" She
walked behind me and pulled my trunks down so that my front was
still covered but my ass was bare, and she slapped me several
times, which only made my dick get harder still.
"I'll tell you what were going to do, D. I think you need a good
kick in the balls to help you control your hormones, both to
teach you a lesson and to help you trim up for your team. You
just can't swim like that and expect to win. Your big dick just
going to get in the way, so really this is for your own good."
The girls were silent now, and they tightened their grip on me
as they agreed. "Yes, let’s kick him in the balls!” said one
naked cutie. “Can we all kick his balls, coach?" asked another.
I was pleading and begging, shaking and saying I was sorry, but
the coach lifted my chin with her hands. "This really is for
your own good D, and I can bet you won't be peeking into our
locker room after we’re done anymore, will you?"
I said, “No I won’t, Miss Johnson, just don't hurt my balls,
pleeeease, “
"All right girls, each of you get one shot at his balls, but I
only want you to use your knees. No kicks this time. He's got a
meet in two days and he has to win. Now I'll go first and watch
me and do the same thing, and then we'll rotate."
The coach walked in front of me and reached out and grabbed my
cock and pulled it to the side and slowly slid her knee up to my
balls. "Ready, D?” I was shaking so badly that the girls had to
hold me up. "Now count out loud girls, and help him to stand up
after I knee his nuts for him.” The excited girls slowly counted
off … “one…two... THREE!" Miss Johnson’s knee slammed up hard
into both my poor balls, and she was pulling on my cock at the
same time. The girls held me up when I doubled over and kept me
from falling down. I’d never been hit in the balls before, not
even in sports like most guys, and the coach had nailed me there
perfectly. I was shocked at how much it hurt. It almost felt
like my balls were on fire! “There D, that wasn't so bad was it?
Only four more knees in the nuts to go!" All I could do was
groan and beg for mercy.
But there would be no mercy from this woman. "Come on Kathy,”
she said. “It’s your turn next.” The coach pulled my balls out
of my speedos so that the girls could see exactly what they were
aiming for. “There they are, girls,” she said. “A man’s weakest
spot and a woman’s favorite target. Go get ‘em.” My throbbing
balls dangled loosely between my legs, totally exposed and
defenseless. I do have low hangers, and the girls’ eyes seemed
to be glued to them. The coach took Kathy's place holding my
arm, and Kathy moved around in front of me. "All right Kathy,
you can see your targets now, so aim carefully." The coach
grabbed my bent hard-on with her free hand and Kathy's bare knee
came slowly up to touch my nude balls, and she was shaking with
excitement too, "Come on, Kathy... on three."
Kathy, a sexy little blonde with cupcake tits and delicious
looking shaved pussy mound, had this concerned look on her face.
"But coach, doesn’t this hurt him a lot? I mean… you already hit
him there once. Maybe we should just…"
The coach laughed, "You’re going to learn Kathy, that a guy’s
balls can take a lot of punishment. And besides, you’re going to
like being in control this way too. Busting a guy’s balls is
fun. Come on, he'll be fine. Won't you D?"
Then Kathy looked straight into my eyes and whispered, "I'm
sorry." She put her hands on my shoulders and took careful aim.
"Come on,” said the coach as she began the count. “One… two…
THREE!”
Kathy slammed her knee straight into my balls much harder than I
had expected from her, ramming them up against my groin as
though she meant to drive them into my throat. As I doubled over
in pain, this sadistic look came over her face -- and she was
smiling! Looks like Miss Johnson was right. I hadn’t realized
before that just how much some girls really like busting a guy’s
nuts. Sweet little Kathy was practically glowing with
excitement.
"Oh God, coach! That was cool! That felt so great! Can I do his
balls one more time? Pleassseeee?" She reached down a grabbed my
balls and squeezed them repeatedly, adding even more pain to my
misery.
"Not now Kathy. Maybe some other time. Let go of his balls and
let the other girls have their turn." She reluctantly did so,
and then I had to take three more hard knees from the eager nude
girls; and all the while the girls were laughing at me and the
coach pulling my cock out of my shorts for the girls to gawk at.
First Diane, then Amy, and finally Kim did their best to pound
my balls back up into my body. “Damn, D,” the coach said,
shaking my dick in her hand when they had finished. “You’re
getting harder, not soft! You must like getting your nuts
busted. But I have an answer for that.”
"All right girls, let him go," she finally ordered after
everyone had had a turn. I slid to the floor holding my
throbbing balls, and to my surprise, there wasn't that much pain
anymore after all. That first knee shot from Miss Johnson had
been a killer and had clearly hurt the worst, while the second
from Kathy was certainly bad enough. But the last three blows
were all pretty much the same. Maybe my nuts were sort of numb
from their initial pounding. And to tell the truth, it was kind
of sexy getting hit down there in my most private parts by those
cute and naked girls.
After a few minutes I managed to sit down on the bench, and the
coach sat next to me. "Are you ok, D? Now that wasn't so bad,
was it? Maybe we should do this for you once a month to keep you
in training – and make the girls happy. What do you think,
girls?"
Well, the girls all agreed that that was a fine idea, though I
wasn’t so keen on having my balls worked over on a regular
basis. But Miss Johnson said, "Come on girls, the fun’s over for
today. Get dressed and let’s go home. And let’s keep our little
adventure to ourselves. You don’t want the other boys becoming
jealous,” she said with a sly smile. “I'll sit with D until he's
able to leave too."
After a half hour the girls were gone, and I was sitting on the
bench beside the coach drinking the orange juice she had given
me. "Now you know why I had to do this don’t you?" I said yes.
"But it still looks like you haven’t learned to control your
hard-on. There's nothing wrong with having a hard-on, but there
is a time and place for everything and swim meets and locker
rooms are not one of them. Now stand up." I stood up and the
coach was sitting on the bench facing me. She slid my trunks
down to my ankles and I stepped out of them.
Then she took my hand and led me to her office, where she had me
sit in her chair, “Now this IS going to hurt a lot, but
understand it’s for your own good. I can’t have you ogling the
girls and running around like a stiff dicked idiot." To my
amazement, Miss Johnson took off her bra in front of me,
exposing those gorgeous big boobs to my view. Her tits were full
and snow white against her tanned body, with just a bit of sag
to show that they were real, not silicon. Her big brown nipples
stuck out like half-inch corks, and it was obvious that she was
turned on by whatever it was she planned to do. The coach then
put her bra around my waist backwards, pulled my now limp cock
up and snapped the bra around me. My dick was trapped under the
bra, which held it up and away from my balls. She walked around
to the back of the chair and said, "Now spread your legs like a
dear.” She bent over the chair and her wonderful breasts were
rubbing against my neck and face. “You like that, don’t you,”
she said. Damn right, I liked it. I LOVED IT! She reached both
of her hands down to my balls and rolled them around in her
hands, playing with them and feeling their size and weight.
“These are nice ones,” she said, causing my dick to get stiffer
than a telephone pole again. She smiled at that, and said … “But
it’s time for business, not pleasure – not yours anyway.” Then
she walked back around in front of me and knelt down.
“Come on now,” she coaxed. “Be a good boy and spread your legs
wide. It’s time for your real lesson. That with the girls was
just a sample.” With no witnesses around, I knew of was in for
it. She slapped each of my thighs to make me part them. "Now
close your eyes if want to, because this is reallygoing to hurt.
I’m notpulling my punches this time,” she added with a sexy
voice that almost had me coming on the spot. Miss Johnson then
balled her right hand up in a fist in front of me and slowly
arched it down to my balls. Her left hand cupped my balls to
keep them from rolling with the punches, and she slowly arched
her right fist up and down to my balls several times. She was
breathing hard with anticipation. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded
-- and then WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I bucked my hips and tried
to get free of her grip. “I said spread your legs!" she yelled,
as I tried to protect my battered balls. She forced my hands
away from my balls and pushed my legs apart . Then it was WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM! all over again! Seven hard punches into my balls
trapped in her hand. I had never felt such pain before in my
life. Punch number eight caught me by surprise, since I thought
she was through. WHAAAAAAAAAM! The hardest one all.
Next thing I knew I was on the floor in front of the chair
holding my burning balls, my stomach muscles churning and me
trying hard not to puke my guts out. I knew I must have looked
ridiculous having a big hard-on trapped by her bra around me,
but right then I didn’t care about anything except the terrible
pain in my balls and the cramp in my guts. “All right on your
knees, D,” she said after a few minutes with mock sweetness.
“Come on, Mr Hard-on, you can do it. Come on baby, get up off
the floor and do it for me. Let's get this lesson over with.
Come on, D, up on your knees” You could see by her face how much
she was getting off on this. Well, I’m glad one of us was
enjoying it, because I sure wasn’t having the time of my life.
I was determined not to whimp out in front of her, so I slowly
managed to draw myself up onto my knees. Miss Johnson got down
on her knees in front of me and reached between my legs and
pulled them apart. Then she suddenly raised up and slammed her
right knee into my balls viciously hard, much harder than she
had kneed me before the girls. I fell forward onto her, my face
into her crotch. Her pussy felt wet and hot through her cotton
panties. Still not finished, the swim coach rolled me over to
my side, forced my legs apart once again and started punching my
balls full force. She pounded them repeatedly until she couldn’t
hold my legs apart any more. Finally, she stood up, satisfied. I
rolled up into a ball, clutching my poor pummelled plums and
gulping in air like a drowning man. I looked up at my tormentor,
and she was practically glowing. I’m sure she had climaxed while
busting the hell out of my nuts, since she was covered in sweat
and breathing hard. She reached down and undid her bra from me,
smiling as she did. My newly freed dick began shooting a stream
of semen , and I came harder than I ever had before in my life
-- or ever have since. She had literally pounded the cum out of
me.
Miss Johnson watched me spurt with satisfaction. Then she said,
“Thanks for the fun, D. I’m sure this is one lesson you’ll never
forget. Now lets go take a shower together.” And so we did,
though I was in no shape to do more than admire her strong naked
body. She let me soap and wash her body everywhere. Under
different circumstances, I wouldn’t have been able to control
myself. But right then I couldn’t have gotten a hard-on even if
I had wanted to. Afterwards, we dressed and went our separate
ways and no more was ever said about the incident. My balls
ached for days, which was painfully obvious to me at the next
match when I did a racing dive into the pool and my balls
smacked into the water. Nevertheless, I ignored the distraction
and won the race anyway.
We had a great season that year, winning every one of our
matches, and then college came and it was just memories. I never
saw the sexy coach again after that great last year of high
school, and have never been able to connect with the any of the
girls who were in the locker room and helped her work over my
nuts. (I really wanted to pork that sexy little Kathy!) But if
all I have is those great memories, they do too and they will
last for many more years. If people will wonder why I sometimes
smile to myself, well … let them read this and maybe they will
understand.
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Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 2:57 pm
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Real Dominant Wife and enslaved husband
Real life femdom story
I am a happily married man who is totally pussy-whipped by my
domineering wife. My wife wanted me to share about our courtship
and marriage. I would like to mention that I am Caucasian and my
wife is African-American. Not that it matters but we like the
contrast. She is my Ebony Goddess.
I read on your site your comments on how some men are restless
when they are young and how they need to be trained by a woman.
That would describe me. I had some trouble with the law in my
younger days. I was in and out of trouble but what I needed was
a strong woman to keep me in line. I am a big man, six feet
seven inches tall and I weight two hundred and sixty pounds. I
played football and basketball in college for a small division
III school before I dropped out and began getting into trouble.
I met my wife at college but I only knew her casually as we had
some classes together. I met up with her again years later as
she went out with a friend of mine (a black man who was a
teammate of mine). They broke up and he told me she was and I
quote “one messed up Bitch”. This comment surprised me because
she always seemed very nice to me. I always thought of her as a
“good girl” and a “moral girl”. She did not drink or do drugs, I
never heard her use vulgar language and I heard that she “did
not put out”.
My friend moved away and I asked her out. I was attracted to
African-American women but I had never been on a date with an
African-American female. She accepted my invitation and we went
out. I made my move on the first date but she refused me. I was
cool with that, I figured an old-fashion girl and that was cool
by me. On the second date, she invited me inside her place and I
tried to make out with her but she again refused. She told me
that she would let me know when the time was right.
On our third date, she invited me inside and she excused herself
and went into the bedroom. She called for me and she was wearing
a white lace bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set and the
white lace was a wonderful contrast against her dark skin. I
tried to make my move but she pushed me away and told me to
kneel before her. I had not even kissed her yet but she pulled
down her panties, pointed to her crotch and ordered me to lick
her. I licked her for what seemed like an hour and she had
orgasm after orgasm as she tightly held my head against her
pussy. When she was done, she dismissed me. I didn’t know what
to think so I left confused and with my pride shaken.
She called me up the next day and asked me if I liked her. I
told her I did and she told me that she liked me but if I was
going to date her we had to do it her way. I asked her what her
way was and she told me that until we were married, I would not
be allowed to have any kind of sexual contact with her except
what we did the night before. I would have to lick her to orgasm
when she had the need but she would not touch me and in fact she
did not want to even see my penis.
I was a little confused but there was something about this girl
that I needed. She just made me a better person and I knew my
life was headed in the wrong direction. I needed her and I knew
I needed her so I agreed to her terms. I figured I would wear
her resistance down and she would want to engage in intercourse
soon enough.
We dated for six months and once a week, sometimes twice, I
would perform cunninglus on her until she orgasmed. I tried but
she would never relent in her insistence that I keep my dick in
my pants. After five months of dating, she proposed marriage to
me but under the condition that after we were married, I would
still not be permitted to screw her for six months. This
resulted in a big fight, I called her a “Bitch” and I broke off
the relationship. I now knew what my friend meant when he called
her a “messed up Bitch”.
A week later, I called her up and begged her to take me back. I
needed her, I missed her and I really missed licking her pussy.
She agreed to take me back if I would agree to her terms for
marriage. I did and we got married.
I went six frustrating months without screwing my new wife. She,
on the other hand, had me eat her almost nightly. She is one
sexually charged woman and once we were married and we lived
together, she had me sexually service her all the time. She
allowed me to masturbate but she would not touch my penis.
Once we were married and during these six months, she had me do
the housework and she even tried to teach me to cook. I am a
horrible cook but she still makes me do the dishes and the
vacuuming and the dusting and the laundry. I became addicted to
her pussy and on nights when she didn’t want me to lick her, I
actually craved it and would become disappointed. I almost had
to lick her every night. I became addicted to the taste and
smell of her. She could get me to do anything for the right to
perform cunninglus on her.
After six months of marriage, she was true to her word and we
consummated the marriage. It was a romantic night that I will
never forget. We went away to a hotel suite at a five star
hotel, we had a Jacuzzi tub, candle lit room and champagne. I
had been with lots of women in my wild days but I had never
experienced anything this romantic.
We have now been married for five years but she has never once
performed oral sex on me and she says she never will. We do have
intercourse frequently but our sex life is still primarily about
me going down on her, and that is what I enjoy the most and what
she enjoys the most.
We have done some S&M stuff like she spanks me every now and
again if I’ve been bad and she likes to slap my face when I
displease her but other than that she dominates me by what she
calls “her pussy power”. She keeps me on a short leash, I do not
hang out with my old friends but I am very happy and my life has
never been better. I have a good job, she has a better job as
she completed her education, but I am dong alright for myself. I
owe my wife everything.
Now here is the real kicker that you will appreciate. My wife
told me last year where she learned how to enslave a man. What
she did with having me perform cunninglus on our third date and
making me wait six months after we were married before I could
penetrate her, she learned all of this from her mother. Her Mom
told her when she was a teenager that this is how a woman gets a
good husband. She said a man who will submit to this will be a
good husband. My wife told me I was the fourth man she tried
this with (including my friend) and the other three never made
it more than a month. I was the only one that proved my
worthiness and that is why she chose to marry me.
I love her mother but I kind of wish she didn’t tell me this
because every time I see her now, I feel embarrassed knowing
that her mother knows about our sex life. We never talk about it
but just knowing that she knows makes me uncomfortable. My wife
laughs when I tell her this.
I am a happy man and we love your site. My wife does not care
for the hardcore S&M stuff but she loves the articles about
women being superior and she enjoys some of the stories. She
wanted me to share our story and I thank you for the
opportunity.
#Post#: 53659--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 2:59 pm
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Sissy husband slave training
- story about training new slave sissy husband
"Of course you'll train Thomas just as I have your father,"
commented Priscilla to her daughter, Amanda, "once you have him
broken, he'll never raise his voice to you again!" "Naturally,
mother," Amanda answered a matter of factly, "once the wedding
is over, I'll control him by his balls, just as you have
father!!!" Her mother thought about that for a second and
replied, "I'm not sure you should wait, dear, it would be a much
more enjoyable honeymoon if Thomas was already broken and ready
to serve you!" "Do you really think so," asked Amanda seriously,
"if we're not married he might try to run on me!?!" "Priscilla
chuckled and replied, "Dear, have you ever known me to misjudge
a man!?!" Shaking her head and smiling, Amanda answered quickly,
"You're right as usual, when do you think I should do it!?!"
"Well," her mother replied, "isn't he coming over this
evening?!?" "Yes," Amanda replied, "he's picking me up at
seven!" "Then it's settled," her mother replied firmly, "tonight
when he comes by to pick you up, we'll invite him in and then
break his balls!!!"
"Please sit down," Amanda said Thomas, "mother has a few things
she'd like to talk to you about!" With a worried look Thomas sat
down and waited for Amanda's mother to speak! After clearing her
voice she began, "As you know, in less than a month you will be
marrying my daughter, and while I generally agree with her
decision to marry you, I still hold some serious reservations!"
"I-I don't understand," he stammered, "I have a good job, and I
love your daughter deeply, and she loves me too!!! Priscilla
gave Thomas a stern look and replied evenly, "My concerns lie
elsewhere, young man, and if you are to marry my daughter the
decisions you make in the next several minutes will be crucial,
do I make myself clear!?!" "Uh, yes, perfectly," he replied
quietly, "what is it you want to know?!?" "What I want you to
do, is get up and face Amanda and do exactly as she says,"
Priscilla ordered!!!
"W-what are you doing," Tommy said in a nervous voice, as Amanda
unzipped his pants and slid them down around his ankles along
with his under shorts!?! "Silence," Amanda replied harshly, just
do as your told!!!" "See, mother," Amanda said, "he has a very
nice penis, and of course a large pair of balls!!!
Upon hearing his fiancee speaking to her mother about his
genitals, Tommy turned bright shade of red and tried to turn his
body away from the older female's prying eyes!!! It was then for
the first time that Tommy experienced the excruciating pain that
was from that moment on become a normal part of his life!!!
Without a word of warning, Amanda grabbed a hold of his
testicles and viciously squeezed and twisted them with all of
her might, sending him reeling to the floor doubled up in
agony!!! "Ohhhhhhhhhh, god," he moaned, "what have you done to
me, I-I can't move!!!" "Tommy," Amanda asked, "can you hear
me!?!" "Y-y-yes, I hear you, ohhhhhhhhhh, it hurts so badly!!!"
"Tommy," she went on, "from now on you will do what I say the
moment I say it, do you understand me!?!" "Y-yes," he stammered,
"I understand you, but it hurts so badly, what am I going to
do," as he lay writhing on the carpeted floor!?! "The only way
to take the pain away," replied Priscilla, "is to have an
orgasm, so we want you to masturbate for use, and have a nice
hot gusher on your tummy, do you understand!?!" "Yes," he said
with a groan, "anything you ask, just make the pain go away!!!"
Both women watched in fascination as Amanda's future husband
began jerking his big pecker with one hand, while cupping his
swollen nuts with the other!
"You were right about him," Priscilla said quietly, "he has a
very nice cock, and with a little training of his balls, you can
control his pecker!!!" Amanda smiled at her mother and then
said, "Tommy, this is rule number one, you never ever touch your
pecker unless I say so, do you understand me, because if I catch
you touching yourself, I'll squeeze your balls until you pass
out from the pain!!!" Tommy was furiously beating his meat, but
he nodded in agreement to the first of many new rules, which of
course brought a broad smile from Amanda's mother!!! "Dear,"
Priscilla asked her daughter, "when he's finished would it be
all right if I had him eat my pussy!?!" Of course," Amanda
replied, "from now on he'll suck whom ever we tell him too!!!
"I think he's getting close," Amanda opined, just as Tommy's
pecker began spurting violently all over his belly, "there now,
does that feel better!?!" "A-a little," he moaned, "it still
hurts pretty bad though!!!" "Before you suck off mother, come
over hear and let me feel them," Amanda ordered!!! "Yes, ma'am,"
he said quickly, as he slid over before his future wife, while
offering her direct access to his bruised and swollen nuts!!!
Gently, this time, she cupped his nut bag and let the two balls
rolled softly from one finger to the other before closing her
hand around them, and giving them a little quick squeeze!
"Ohhhhhhhh," he groaned as she applied a little more pressure,
"p-please, no more, no more!!!" "Are you going to be a good boy
and listen to me at all times," she asked seriously!?! "Oh, yes,
anything you say, just please don't hurt me anymore!!!"
Unbeknownst to Tommy, Amanda's father had just entered the
living room, and with his head down, silently watching as his
daughter whipped her future husband into shape! "Mother," Amanda
asked, "before Tommy sucks you off, I think that for him to show
his sincerity, he should suck daddy off first!!!" "I think
that's an excellent idea, dear," Priscialla replied beaming from
ear to ear, "Jack, go over in front of Tommy and expose yourself
to him!!!" With his head still bowed, Amanda's father dropped
his pants and stood in front of Tommy in a pair of white lace
panties, which, did nothing to hid his large erection!!!
"Tommy," Amanda ordered, "get on your knees and suck daddy's
pecker, and when he shoots, swallow all of his cum, do you
understand me!?!" Tommy nodded, while struggling to his knees,
but like the good little pussy he was becoming, he never
hesitated and took the big erection into his mouth and sucked it
like he had been sucking cock for years!!!
"Aren't our men just precious," a very proud Priscilla offered,
"look at how quickly Tommy has taken to sucking cock!!!" By this
time both Amanda and her mother had lifted their skirts and
begun casually playing with their wet pussies!!!
"After daddy blows," Priscilla offered, "Tommy can suck me, and
your father can do you!!!" "Mmmmm, that sounds heavenly," Amanda
whispered, "I hope he sucks as good as Tommy does!!! "Don't
worry," her mother said reassuringly, "I've trained his mouth
and tongue well, he knows right where your clit is, believe
me!!!" Amanda leaned back with her legs spread wide and asked,
"How does a big cock taste, Tommy, do you feel like the little
pussy you are!?!" Mmmmph, was all he could say, because right at
that moment, his mouth was being filled by her father's spurting
cum, and he was desperately trying not to lose any down his
chin, as to upset his now firm mistress!!!
"Okay, pussies," Priscialla crowed, "Tommy, you come over here
and suck my cunt, and Jack, you know what to do to Amanda!!!"
Both men, with heads bowed, took their places between the thighs
of the mother-daughter dominants, and quietly began sucking
their vaginas!!!
"Mmmmm, he has a wonderful mouth, "Priscilla sighed, "he should
be able to service you for years!!!" "You trained daddy well,"
Amanda responded, "he has a very adept tongue, and you were so
right, he knows exactly where my clit is!!!" The two men, just
glad to be sucking females, bored in hard on their wet targets,
and brought both of their respective partner's to hard quick
orgasms!!! As they lounged with their legs spread wide, both
women had the men clean their bulging pussy lips with their
tongues, which of course resulted in another climax by both of
them!!!
When they were finally completely satiated, Priscilla produced a
pair of light pink panties and tossed them over to Amanda, who
said, "Rule number two, from now on you will always wear a pair
of frilly lace panties, is that understood!?!" Tommy took the
panties from his mistress, slipped them on, and replied softly
"Anything you say, dear, anything you say!!!"
The two men stood in the middle of the room with their heads
hung low, not daring to look at their mistresses until they were
spoken to! Both mother and daughter were lolling on the sofa
naked, with their legs spread wide and their vaginas flared open
in a wet invitation for oral sex!
"Don't they look just precious," Priscilla said to her daughter,
while eyeing her husband and son in law, "I especially think
Tommy looks so sweet in his new bra and panty out fit!!!" "Me
too," her daughter gushed, "they both have such large erections,
and they look so uncomfortable, I'll bet they wish they could
put them into our pussies right now!!!" "Mmmmm, I'm sure,"
Priscilla replied, "but we have other plans for those erections
don't we!?!" "That's right," Amanda replied while laughing, "you
two little pussies will soon be putting on a show for our best
girl friends!!! A look of horror came over Tommy's face as he
realized the ramifications of what his new bride had just
revealed, and he begged, "P-please, dear, don't let anyone see
me dressed like this!!!" "Did I say you could speak," Amanda
demanded!?! "No," he replied softly, "I-I'm sorry, dear!"
"That's better," she retorted, "you just shut your mouth and do
what you're told!!!"
Tommy couldn't believe what was happening to him!!! Just two
months ago he was a happy go lucky young man looking forward to
his marriage to an beautiful young woman, when out of the blue,
she had grabbed him by his testicles and completely dominated
his existence!!! Even worse, he had found out that Amanda's
mother had forced her father into a subservient roll twenty
years ago, and was now tutoring her daughter in the fine art of
domination!!!
At this very minute, there were ten naked women laughing and
poking fun at the two bra and panty clad submissives!!! "Oh,
Pris," an overweight woman with huge tits gushed, "you have done
a marvelous job bringing up Amanda, as well as training Jack and
Tommy, do you think it would be okay if I touched their
erections!?!" "Thanks," Pris said beaming, "I believe that
things have turned out rather well, and of course, feel free to
touch them as you please!!!" "Say, everyone," Priscilla
announced, "Candy is going to unwrap our little pussy's
erections, so if everyone will take a seat, we can watch and
enjoy it!!!" "Do Tommy first," someone yelled out, "it looks
like he has a big one!!! This comment was met with regales of
laughter, which quickly turned to oohs and ahhhs as Candy slid
Tommy's panties down to his ankles!!!
"Hey, Amanda," Jill called out, "how does it feel to get fucked
by that big cock!?!" Amanda chuckled and replied, "Well girls,
as you know, Tommy and I have just gotten married and as of yet
he hasn't earned the right to put his erection into my vagina,
but he's getting there!!!" "Wow, Jill shot back, "you have more
will power than I do!!!" "Well," Priscilla rejoined, "how would
you like to be his first, Jill?!?" "Really," Jill asked
excitedly, "are you serious!?!" "Of course" Priscilla replied,
"he's yours for the taking, would anyone like to have Jack suck
her pussy!?!" While everyone's hands shot up in unison,
Priscilla commented to Amanda, "This is going to be a very
successful party!!!"
While panty clad Jack took his place between Vera's thighs, Jill
stood in front of Tommy and jacked his hard pecker until he was
groaning in anticipation!
"Not so fast, my little pussy," Jill said softly to Tommy,
"you're gonna have to stick that big thing into my tight little
pussy!!!" Everyone became very quiet as Jill pushed Tommy down
onto his back and slowly lowered her hairy little pussy onto his
big prick head!
"Oh, shit," she moaned as each inch of his thickness slowly
slipped inside of her, "jesus, Amanda, you don't know what
you're missing, I'm already about to cum!!!" Tommy couldn't
believe his luck, Amanda wouldn't let him fuck her, but she was
letting one of her friends do it for her!!! Just when he thought
that he was going to be able to shoot his load into a nice tight
pussy, he heard the harsh voice of Prisciall piercing the air,
"Tommy, you may give Jill her orgasm, but if you climax in her
vagina, we will have to give you some additional punishment!!!
"Oh, no," he groaned to himself, "if he shot his nut, that bitch
Priscilla would grab him by his nuts and squeeze them until he
passed out!!!" "Did you hear me, Thomas," she repeated?!?
"Y-yes, mistress," he stammered, "I-I won't cum in her
vagina!!!" It was pure torture for him, the lithe body of Jill
was bouncing up and down on his pole as she drove herself to
orgasm, while he on the other hand, was forced to try and keep
his prick from emptying his seed inside of her!!!
On the other side of the room, Vera was nearing her own climax
thanks to the talented tongue of pussy whipped Jack!!!
"How is he," asked Priscilla, "I trained him myself!?!" "He's
wonderful," Vera said between shallow breaths, "h-he knows just
exactly where my clit is!!!" Around the rest of the room,
everyone had casually begun to masturbate while watching the two
women being pleasured by the submissive pussy males!!! Jill was
the closest to orgasm, and her soft moans had turned into loud
if not vociferous groans as she bore down on the thick pecker
that was impaling her tight vagina!!! "Oh, god," she groaned
loudly, "he's so fucking big, he's splitting me in half," while
at the same time, several of the women in the audience couldn't
hold back either, as the sight of seeing the cute little ass
moving up and down drove them over the edge along with Jill!!!
For Tommy, on the other hand, it was total agony!!! The little
bitch riding his cock had taken no mind about his predicament,
and had used him for her own personal fuck doll!!!
Gritting his teeth and trying in vain to think about other non
sexual things, as Jill settled hard onto his meat, he erupted in
a violent cock numbing orgasm, that filled the little blonde's
cunt with a gusher of cum!!!
Everyone in the room grew silent almost at once, realizing that
Tommy had failed control himself as Priscilla had ordered!!! As
his shrinking cock slipped from the slippery cunt, Priscilla
intoned evenly, "Thomas, you are in a world of trouble!!!
"I-I'm sorry, mistress," he stammered, "I couldn't help
myself!!!" "What do you think we should do with him, dear," she
asked her daughter, Amanda?!? "Please," he interjected, "don't
hurt me anymore, I'll try to do better next time!!!" "Shut your
mouth, cunt," she spat back to him, "get over here this
instant!!!" Slinking over to her with head bowed, he waited for
what he was sure to be a very painful experience!!! "Look at his
pecker," she said derisively, "all that meat and he still can't
measure up!!!" While she was speaking, Priscilla took his cock
in her hand and softly caressed it until it was again at full
attention!!!
"How does that feel, Thomas," she asked softly?!? "V-very good,"
he shuttered, still nervous at what might happen at any
moment!!! When her hand slowly slid from his cock to his sore
testicles, he knew the end was near!!! "Thomas," she asked, "are
your balls sore!?!" "Yes," he sighed in a voice of resignation,
"very sore!!!" "And why is that," she pressed!?! "Because you
and Mistress Amanda have squeezed them hard," he replied!!! "And
why have we done that," she asked?!? "Because I deserve it," he
said with head bowed!!! "That is correct," she replied, "you are
nothing more than a pig male who must be punished!!!" He was
just about to reply, when out of nowhere, she gripped hard on
his swollen nut sack until he slid to the floor and passed out
form the pain!!!
"Jack," Priscilla barked, "get up from that pussy and get over
here, right now!!!" "Yes, ma'am, he replied, as he quickly
scurried over in front of his naked wife!!! "A lot of what went
on here with Thomas is your fault," she snapped harshly, "I gave
you specific instructions to explain all of the rules to him,
but is obvious you did a poor job of it, for that reason, you
will receive the same punishment!!!" "Amanda, take your father's
balls in your hand," she intoned evenly, "now, show him the
power!!!" While looking her mother in the eye, Amanda slowly
closed her hand around the two sensitive organs until she was
crushing them with a vice like grip!!!
"Ohhhhhhhh, god, the pain," he wailed, just before passing out
next to his young son in law!!!
The ladies slowly filed out of the living room and into the
dining room for some refreshments, while leaving the two male
pussies passed out on the floor. As they slowly regained
consciousness, the pain in their groins seemed beyond belief,
and Tommy moaned to Jack, "I-is it always like this!!!" "Yes, it
is," Jack replied through gritted teeth, and I wouldn't want it
any other way!!!
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Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:02 pm
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Tease Orgasm Denial femdom story
The Taking of Slave Jeremy
Jeremy knew something wasn't right. Mistress had been acting
strange lately. Her normal "bite-his-head-off" attitude was
replaced with smiles and gentle caresses on his body. Why, just
last night, She had tilted his chin up so he could look Her full
in the face and actually kissed his lips. Oh how wonderfully
soft they were! Full, ripe, a hint of a smile on them. She had
tousled his long hair and left the room right after, humming to
Herself. He had stayed very still as his eyes followed Her feet
out the door. He was wondering if it were a trick. He sighed
deeply now and continued to polish the black leather boots
before him.
His hands worked the stiff brush back and forth over the tops.
How they must glisten or woe is he. He could hear Her coming now
and he picked up the pace, swirling the polish briskly. She
entered the room and paid him no attention. He sat naked,
cross-legged on the floor. He could sense that she was watching
and he kept his eyes focused on the task at hand. Indeed, she
was watching him. Her hazel eyes boring a hole through his lean,
tanned body. She watched the muscles in his back as he worked
diligently.
His chest was lightly furred, just the way she liked it. His leg
muscles powerful and arms strong enough to lift her and carry
her great distances before tiring. She smiled to herself and sat
down at her desk. "Jeremy." The one word sent a shiver down his
spine.
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Come here and sit before Me." He laid the boot and polishing
cloth on the floor beside him and crept on all fours to his
waiting Mistress. Once there, he rose up on his knees and placed
his hands at the small of his back. Keeping his head down, he
waited. He felt her hands run through his hair and pull out a
tangle. The same hand caressed the broad shoulder and squeezed
his biceps hard. She made a soft noise of pleasure. He kept his
gaze on the floor in front of him.
"Turn around and sit between my legs," she told him. He did as
she bade him and could feel his hands beginning to sweat. Her
nails were long and sharp yet she stroked his back now with an
almost loving caress. She unsnarled the tangles in his hair one
at a time and kept touching his arms, shoulders and back. He was
almost dizzy from her touch. This was so unlike her. He pushed
the thought out of his mind and sighed gently.
"How long have you served Me, Jeremy?"
"Four months now, my Mistress." She made a clucking sound with
her tongue and continued the gentle touching.
"Then perhaps it is time, my pet." He did not ask what was it
time for and she did not say another word. She stroked his hair
absently again and then pushed him to one side and left the
room. He sat there in silence and wonder for a moment and then
went back to polishing her boots.
He did not see her for the rest of the day. When nightfall came,
he set about lighting the candles about the house as she liked.
He was now back in the study. As he set about fluffing a pillow
here and there and lighting the tapers, he heard her come in. He
did not turn around, but noticed the musky scent of her as she
flitted about the room. He heard her open the sliding door to
the patio and the click of her lighter.
Mistress liked to sit on the deck at night and smoke her
cigarettes before bed. She had said once to someone that it
cleared her head. He couldn't remember who it was, but it did
not matter, was of no concern to him. He sat by the patio door
on the cushion she had bought him when he first arrived. His
body was tired but his mind was abuzz. He thought of her soft
hands caressing his body that afternoon and he could feel
himself stirring. It had been more than one week since she had
allowed him to touch her sexually. He was craving her. He felt
himself growing harder at this thought, and he smiled to
himself.
She had finished her smoke and was lighting another. "Jeremy,"
she called out softly. "Come here." He slid the screen door open
and made his way to her feet. Kneeling before his Goddess, he
waited. "Go and turn down my covers. Light the candles I have
placed on the tables and wait for me."
"Yes, Mistress." He paused for a moment to see if she would add
anything to the tasks. When she said nothing further, he padded
back into the study and headed down the hall. Fresh flowers were
on the tables as were several small white candles. He found the
matches she had left and lit the candles one by one. He pulled
down the comforter and the sheet and knelt by the foot of her
bed. His heart was pounding in his chest. His cock had swelled
and was now throbbing between his legs with the aching need of
having been denied for a week.
He stayed silent and waited. He could hear her closing the patio
door. The sound of her feet on the cool tiled floor. Then the
door of the bedroom being shut. His heart racing now as he
wondered what lay ahead of him. She was close to him now. Her
perfume was clinging to his nostrils, making him dizzy. He had
unconsciously clasped his hands behind his back and he could
feel his palms wetting. God, what she could do to him without
even a touch! She was behind him now.
"Close your eyes." He did so and felt he comfort of the
blindfold surround him. She secured it well and checked to make
sure he could not see. When she was satisfied that he could not,
she touched his cheek.
"So beautiful," he heard her murmur aloud. She reached around to
unclasp his hands and he felt them being pulled forward. She was
urging him to rise. He did so, his cock surging forth in front
of him with need. She chuckled and slapped at it playfully.
"There will be time enough for that later, my pet." He felt the
blush rise in his cheeks.
"Yes, Mistress." She bade him to lean forward and hold himself
up using his arms at the foot of the bed. He did so easily, his
body built for endurance and strength. She admired the body
before her. Tanned. Naked. Strong. A perfectly smooth ass. Her
face broke into a smile. He stayed still, the blindfold keeping
him in darkness. He could smell the vanilla of the candles. He
could feel her presence behind him. His body yearning for a
kiss, a touch, anything to ease this pain in his loins. He made
sure to keep his cock from touching the coverlet. Must not rub
against the satiny temptation before him. Her hands were now on
his ass, kneading the buttocks firmly.
He felt himself jerk as she swatted him with her bare hand. The
movement caught him off guard. He locked his knees and his arms
straight for the next blow. And so it began. She had now moved
off to the side of him, spanking his naked ass.
The cheeks were becoming red as she hit him. He stood there in
perfect silence and let her unleash the fury. The hand was soon
replaced with the leather slapper and when the first strike
came, he moaned involuntarily aloud. She thrashed his buttocks,
back and calves until they were stinging from the pain. His
breath was coming in quick gasps. His body was enflamed and his
cock was showing signs of pre-cum on the purple tip. She allowed
him a moment of rest.
Letting the slapper fall to the floor, she now caressed the
welts that crossed his back and ass. She ran a hand around the
front of him and squeezed his fat cock. He cried out in surprise
and pain.
"I see you wish to take me, Jeremy," he heard her say.
"Oh God, yes, Mistress." Again she caressed the tender cheeks of
his ass. He could almost hear the smile in her voice at the next
words. "But what if I wish to take you, Jeremy?" His body in a
heated frenzy, his cock about to burst forth its seed, he wasn't
quite sure what she meant. He felt her hand on the back of his
neck, pressing his face into the bottom of the bed. The
comforter was cool against his face. She took his arm and
fastened the cuff around the wrist. Moving to the other side of
the bed, he felt her do the same to the other. She went around
behind him and kicked his legs apart. It was now that Jeremy
knew what was to happen.
Somewhere deep inside, he felt himself screaming at this
violation. The other side was calming him, urging him to run
with the feeling and allow her this pleasure. She was rubbing
her breasts against his ass. The nipples were taut and he was
again sighing with pleasure. He now noticed that she had pulled
him close enough to the bed that he could indeed rub his
tortured cock against the softness of the covers. But he dared
not, lest he spill his seed before her. He felt her hand grasp
underneath him and cup his balls. His cock hard, pressing
against his belly, he gritted his teeth as she worked them. Her
fingers wrapped around the shaft and squeezed the breath out of
him again. She was grinding her pussy against his ass cheeks and
working his cock at the same time. Just when he was about to
explode, she stopped. His body cringing and hungry for the
release that was so close. His breath came in hard spurts, his
agonizing moans were pleasing to her ears. How she loved to
tease him unmercifully before the orgasm.
She stroked his welted back and whispered "Not yet." He could
feel the bed move under her weight as she climbed on. He could
smell her pussy as she moved it closer and closer to his face.
She lay back and positioned herself under his mouth. He lapped
at the sweet juices. His tongue was swirling around the erect
little bud. How he wanted to slide many fingers into her tight
opening but his hands were bound for a reason. He strained
against them, pressing his nose into the sticky folds of her wet
cunt. He could feel her muscles tighten around his tongue, which
was now inside her. He licked and sucked at her until finally
she came with a yell of his name and lay panting under his
mouth. His face was wet with her love and he eagerly attempted
to lick it off his mouth. Her breathing was uneven and she was
grateful for the blindfold that obscured his view of her right
now. Her hair was tangled and her cheeks were flushed.
She said nothing, only stretched languidly and promptly rose
from the bed. He was still licking remnants of her come off of
his mouth when she crept up behind him. The nearness of her
reached into his still painfully erect cock and it surged forth.
He was so desperate to have her. To shove it deep inside her
sticky hot walls of flesh and bury himself in that sweet spot.
But still she tormented him by not giving in. Instead, he felt
her brush a hand over his welted buttocks and spread the cheeks
of his ass apart. She was spreading something into the crack of
his ass. It was cold and he shivered despite the heat emerging
from his body. He felt her finger slide against the hole and
linger there. She pressed it harder this time, seeking for
entry.
Initial instinct took over him and he unwillingly closed his
cheeks. She slapped his ass hard. He tried to relax, his breath
becoming uneven. He felt the finger again pressing on his tight
hole. She was rubbing the cream into him. He felt her finger go
in just a little bit and her other hand was caressing his cock.
The combination of the two sensations were almost too much for
him to bear. She teased his asshole with her finger, pushing in
a little further every time until he found that he was straining
for it. The thought was shocking to him and yet, arousing. Every
thrust inside his ass sent a shiver to his cock. She was
squeezing his prick and finger-fucking his ass. He heard an
animal groan emerge from his usually silent lips. She removed
her finger and stopped the masturbation. He body was still
jerking from the rhythm and he cried out in frustration.
"Oh, please, Mistress!"
Her body so close, her taste on his lips, his cock on fire,
Jeremy thought he could not take any more. She walked away from
him and left him tied to the bed. His cock was so hard, his
strong arms bound tightly to the bed, his blue eyes covered by
the blindfold. She knew what she wanted to hear and she would
wait all night until she heard it. He writhed against the bed,
knowing that if he came on the covers, all hell would break
loose, and yet he was so close. So fucking close another stroke
would send him over the cliff. He gritted his teeth and another
low wail came from him. She was silently watching him. She let
him cry out in frustration and was quite pleased with him. But
still, she was not done.
Not yet. There was one more thing left to do.
He had tried to calm himself, but the agonizing throb of his
prick kept him where she needed him to be. He could hear her
pacing the room. She patted his ass when she walked by. He heard
her rummaging through the dresser and then heard a familiar
sound. She came up behind him and opened his ass again. The
cream was cold and his body was so hot. He felt her pressing,
probing, teasing him. Then all at once, she began sliding the
vibrator into his tight little ass. He groaned and cried out,
this time in pain, and she did not stop. It was thick and long,
and by the way it was searing into his flesh, he now understood
that she intended to fuck him with it. No more teasing, this was
real.
The vibrator's tip found its mark and she was now guiding it in
and out of his ass. He felt her spread his buttocks apart to get
a better view of this. He felt many emotions come to mind.
Shock. Disbelief that she was really doing this. And then, the
feelings took hold. He began to push his ass back onto it,
hoping that this would please his Mistress. She caressed his
back and opened him as no one ever had before. He spread his
legs wide and let her fuck him. Her hand again found his prick
and she was jerking him off.
She picked up the pace just a bit and felt the throbbing of his
cock in her hands. She knew that he could not hold out much
longer. The moment of truth had come. Would he say the words?
His arms fighting the cuffs, his legs spread apart, the vibrator
buried inside him, he suddenly cried out "Oh God, fuck me
Mistress!"
Her hand around his cock, she felt him shoot his cum all over
the coverlet.
His body jerked and spasmed and he cried out her name. The dildo
still inside him, he clenched his cheeks together and held it in
place, the whirring barely audible now. She caressed his sweaty
body. Released him from the confines and let him cry to her. He
shuddered against her naked body and it was now that she removed
the blindfold. She stroked his cheek and kissed away his tears.
They lay like this for a moment before she spoke. "I am pleased,
Jeremy." His body limp in the aftermath, he said nothing. The
vibrator was still humming inside him as he drifted off to
sleep.
#Post#: 53661--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:04 pm
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FEMDOM PARTY
By Defiant
Michelle and John were at the kitchen table over supper, in
heated discussion
about a masquerade party they were to attend that night.
"Honey," he said placatingly, "We're both to blame. We knew the
damn party was
coming up and neither one of us took enough interest to think
about renting
costumes. Is there any way we can fake it with the stuff we have
around here?"
"What did you have in mind?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you
want to do the old
oil sheik trick again using one of the bed sheets?"
"Nah. I guess we can't pull that stunt two years in a row."
"No," she said affirmatively. "You as the oil sheik and me as
the tart isn't
going to cut it."
"Maybe not," he said, "But you sure caused quite a stir last
year dressed the
way you were. Maybe you can improve on that theme."
Brightening, she responded, "You're right. They ate it up,
didn't they? There's
nothing like a little eroticism to turn a room on its collective
ear. I suppose
I could do that with what I have, but what are we going to do
about you?"
An idea flashed in John's mind. It was outrageous, he knew, but
their friends
thought of the couple as being racy and, he admitted, he liked
the reputation.
"Suppose I just wear my underwear and go as your love slave?"
Michelle laughed, then stopped and thought about it. Actually,
she considered,
that really could be a good idea. Their friends wouldn't be
disappointed and,
besides, they'd probably have a lot of fun.
"That's not half bad," she said. "I'll wear my leather mini,
seamed stockings
and I'll make sure my garters show from time to time. The patent
leather black
spikes would fit right in, too. And, to really make them stand
up and take
notice, I'll wear only a black bra; no blouse, just the push-up
bra. Okay so
far?"
"Yeah, but you've gotta add those shoulder-length gloves of
yours, and lots of
make-up, costume jewelry...you know, the whole nine yards."
A couple of hours later, Michelle was erotically, mind-bendingly
in costume.
Here five-feet-seven inches, made taller by the four-inch
spikes, clad in the
black garments and only the black bra, put a bulge in John's
undershorts, his
only apparel.
Michelle struck a provocative pose and said, "Well, I see my
love slave is
behaving and reacting in the proper manner for his mistress.
This outfit turns
you on, huh?"
He fingered his erection and respond, "Yeah. But how do I handle
this at the
party? Outrageous is one thing, this is something else. I can't
be walking
behind you all night with a hard-on."
"You're right," she said, "you can't. But the idea of you going
in just your
underwear is still a good one. How about changing out of those
bikinis and into
a pair of boxers? I can tie your cock down with a scarf so it
snuggles neatly
against your leg."
John had a curious look on his face as he approved her plan.
"Okay, it's worth a
try. I suppose the bulkiness of the boxers will allow for it."
Michelle selected a scarf from the dresser drawer at that point,
took John's
penis in her hand, and wrapped the scarf around it once before
bringing the
loose ends around his thigh and tying it. She pulled up his
boxers to see how it
looked and was pleased. There was only a hint of his rigid penis
outline,
tantalyzing but not too provocative.
Playfully, she slapped his shorts over the cock and said, "There
you go, love
slave. Your hard-on will be a secret only we two will share."
"Great. But now that you've got it all tied up, I want you more
than ever. Let's
fool around a bit before we go."
"Not on a bet," she said. "I've just spent a lot of time putting
together this
look and I won't have it ruined that quickly. But", she teased,
"If you obey me
tonight, I might let you have your way later on."
John and Michelle made their way downstairs. At the kitchen
door, Michelle
observed that the mistress and love slave act, to go over
properly, needed
refinement. His following her in his underwear didn't quite cut
it.
John had the answer right away. He hurried down to the basement,
rummaged around
a bit, then returned with the collar and leash they'd used for
their old dog. He
also brought Michelle's riding crop, the one she'd bought when
the equestrian
bit was the in-thing with their crowd. He handed her all three.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed. "Here, let me put the collar around
your neck. Ooooh,
it fits beautifully. And now I'll just clip the leash onto it.
There. Now you're
leashed like the slave you are and if you misbehave, I'll use
this whip on you."
John reacted immediately to her words. His cock was harder than
ever. He didn't
quite comprehend why he was more turned-on than he thought he
ever could be. But
he was. And Michelle was fabulous! The leather skirt, the high
heels and the
deep-plunging bra made him weak at the knees. Did her being
dressed the way she
was and having him collared have anything to do with this? Her
threat to use the
riding whip on him, although in jest, caused a deep-rooted pang
of sexual
longing.
And then he realized it. John wanted her to whip him! He wanted
to be in bondage
to her! Now, how in the world could he tell her those thoughts?
How could he
admit that what they were doing right now was the utmost in
sexual excitement?
Instead, he said, "Michelle, you were right about the props.
They seem to make a
world of difference. But, before we go, maybe we better practice
some of the
theatrics of this thing so we look that much more convincing."
Michelle, while putting the collar around his neck and attaching
the leash, felt
a shudder of pure longing rampage through her body. Dressed the
way she was, she
felt like a goddess -- erotic and desired -- whose right it was
to have a sex
slave, a slave like John. Just the thought of actually using her
whip on him
made her flush.
"You're right," she said. "If we're going to win first prize, we
not only have
to look the part, we have to play it. Let's go into the living
room and
practice."
She walked ahead of him, holding her end of the leash. John
followed on the
tether.
"My slave should never stand taller than me, his mistress.
Perhaps you'd better
get down on your hands and knees and we'll practice your
crawling behind me."
She imperiously pointed to the floor with her crop and John went
to his knees.
Taking a firm hold on the leash, tightening the slack, Michelle
led him around
the circumference of the room. When she stopped, John remained
on all fours and
she sat on his back.
"This is good," she said. "I can use you as my chair wherever we
are in the
party room. Is that good theatrics?" she asked, somewhat
uncertainly.
John had difficulty answering the question. But he eventually
got to it. "Yes,"
he said. "That's a perfect start. And, for the purpose of
scripting, you should
probably be calling me 'slave' and I should be answering
‘Mistress'. How does
that sound, Mistress?"
"Perfect, slave. You will address me as Mistress throughout the
evening."
"Yes, Mistress." She rose from his back and led him to where she
sat on the
sofa, crossing her legs. "Slave, that video we saw a while ago
had a woman
getting her shoes kissed and licked by a man. I want my feet
worshipped, too."
John looked up at her for a moment with eyes that spoke volumes.
His
thankfulness that Michelle had read him correctly and that she
herself was also
affected by this game almost made him weep. He bent his head and
kissed her
shoes, licking them all over and even going so far as to lick
the outsides of
her heels. Still holding the leash, Michelle tilted her crossed
foot, aimed her
spiked heel directly at his mouth, and said, "Suck it, slave."
John obeyed, wrapping his lips around the heel she'd aimed at
him. He sucked and
licked it with enthusiasm while his cock throbbed in its
bondage. The intensity
of John's worship didn't escape Michelle. She saw him getting
increasingly
worked up. And it excited her, too. Perhaps, she thought, this
was just the
spark the couple needed in their love life.
"Stop, slave," she said. "You're enjoying my leather too much.
Besides, I just
had a great idea. Stay on your knees. I'll be right back."
Michelle seductively strolled away, aware of her hard breathing,
and went up to
the bedroom. Pausing for just a moment before her make-up table,
she thought
about this amazing turn and how much she liked it. She picked up
an old tube of
lipstick and went back to the living room.
Showing John what she had, she said, "to really make this an
effective and
believable masquerade, I thought I'd paint some welts over your
thighs and lower
back with this old lipstick to simulate the marks of a whipping.
What do you
think, slave?"
"Full points for inventiveness, Mistress. Welts would make a
perfect addition.
But do you know what a welt from your riding whip would look
like on my skin?"
"Well, I've got basic idea," she replied. "But, no, I don't
really. Any
suggestions, slave?"
"Perhaps, Mistress, you might use your crop on me a few times to
see what
happens. Then you can use the lipstick to trace over them and
draw a few more."
Michelle had been hoping for an excuse to come along. Ever since
she'd put the
collar around his neck and held the crop she'd wanted to whip
him. "Very well,
slave. Crawl up to the couch and lay your chest across the
cushions. Stay on the
floor and get your ass up as high as you can."
John hurried to comply. He couldn't believe how much he wanted
his wife to
dominate, humiliate and punish him. All he knew was that he
needed to obey and
suffer for her, right now.
Michelle took a position behind her husband, pulled his boxers
down to his
knees, and raised the crop. She paused for a moment before
bringing it down over
his lower thighs. John gasped, but before he had a chance to
react further,
Michelle struck again. This time he moaned. His wife used the
whip three more
times before stopping. "That's enough, slave," she said. "I've
got a good idea
now of how to paint on the rest of your welts." She paused, then
sounding
alluring and mysterious, said, "...Or perhaps I should forget
the lipstick and
just keep on using my whip."
John turned on his knees from the chesterfield, put his head
down to her shoes
and licked both before saying, "Thank you for whipping me,
Mistress. If you
decide to make my welts real, that is your prerogative."
Michelle loved it. She loved putting her marks on his ass and
thighs with the
whip and she adored seeing him lick her shoes in gratitude. And
she was still
ecstatic knowing she'd tied his cock to his leg.
"Slave," she asked, "how would you feel about not going to the
party tonight?"
"That would be wonderful, Mistress."
They understood one another.
"Then let's try for a few more of those beautiful welts, slave.
And, just so
there's absolutely no confusion, I'll be using my whip and not
the lipstick to
put them on you. Get back into position."
"Yes, Mistress."
Holding the leash in the palm of her let hand, she used her
right to flog.
Starting on the fleshy part of his legs just above the knee, and
working her way
up to the top of his ass. Michelle didn't want to use the crop
on his back
because she knew it would be too cruel an instrument now for
such a sensitive
portion of his anatomy.
John was squirming, trying to avoid or, at least, to soften the
impact of her
blows. Michelle, in a cunning and shrewd stroke of brilliance,
said, "Slave, if
you keep trying to avoid my whip, I'll never use it on you
again. Do you really
understand what that means?"
He settled down, promising to remain still. She flogged longer
than she'd
intended. At first, she simply enjoyed using the whip. But, as
it progressed,
she began to feel physiological changes; changes that took her
from being an
enthusiastic Dominatrix to being one very turned-on lady.
John's ass was welted when she stopped. Still holding his leash,
she used the
crop to point to her feet. John bent his head and kissed her
shoes, tears
rolling down his cheeks and onto her leather.
"Thank me for your punishment, slave," she softly commanded.
John went even further: "Mistress, You've brought to life my
most secret sexual
fantasy. Thank you."
"Up until tonight, I hadn't thought much about domination,
slave. But, I must
admit I love having you naked and on the end of my leash. And I
love whipping
you. Your cock is still hard, slave, and that tells me I wasn't
nearly strict
enough. But I'll make up for it next time."
"Thank you, Mistress."
Michelle reached to his groin, untying the scarf bound to his
thigh. His cock
sprang to full erection. She had him stand, turn around and put
his hands behind
his back. Using the leash, the new Mistress tied her slave's
wrists high on his
back so they were out of the way, attached to his collar.
Grasping his penis,
she used it like a handle to pull him upstairs.
Mistress Michelle had him lie atop the bed and, milking his cock
for a moment,
said, "Keep it up for me, slave. I plan on riding both of us off
at least three
times tonight."
She took off the leather skirt, pulled down her panties and,
getting on the bed,
fondled his genitals before positioning herself above him and
slowly sliding his
member inside her. Rocking atop him, Michelle's climax fast
approached. She
reached down to his chest and twisted his nipples between her
fingers. His moans
told her he was enjoying it as much as she.
They both came.
Explosively!
She lay atop him in exhaustion, his penis still within her.
Soon, it lost its
erection and slipped out. Michelle, regaining her strength,
moved astride him so
her knees were on either side of his face and her crotch
directly atop his
mouth. "Lick me, slave. Suck and swallow our love juices."
Michelle took her
crop in hand to reinforce the order.
Later, after he'd been released and they were having a drink
downstairs, he
asked at what point she got turned on to domination. She
admitted she liked the
idea from the very beginning, when he'd made the costume
suggestion but that it
truly took flight when she saw her sexy leather-clad image in
the bedroom
mirror. She said the feeling was confirmed when she buckled the
collar around
his neck and held the whip in her hands.
Looking at hm over the edge of the glass of wine she was
sipping, Michelle said,
"I'm not sorry we missed the party. It gave us a whole new
understanding of one
another. But your idea for costuming and poise is still a good
one. Between now
and next year, I can find, I'm sure, even more startling
clothing to wear in my
role. And, for the next 12 months, we're going to be doing an
awful lot of
practising on how a slave responds and reacts to his Mistress.
"Get back down on your knees."
#Post#: 53662--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:08 pm
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Mistress and Slave
Naughty Slave..
As I pull into the driveway I wonder if you'll hear the car
and be
waiting in your place by the door to welcome me, on your
knees like a
good little slave, or if I'll have immediate reason to punish
you today.
I walk thru the door to find it quiet, with no one in sight.
It seems
there will be need for punishment, how severe still remains to
be seen.
I drop my briefcase next to the door and walk quietly
toward the
bedrooms, steps cushioned by the thick carpeting.
The door to our bedroom is open a crack and I stop when I can
see the
bed, it would seem the punishment will be very severe
indeed, for my
slave is in direct disobedience of my orders, masturbating
without
permission, and about to cum from the looks of things.
Suddenly I push
the door open roughly so it slams into the wall behind it, and
you stop
what you're doing as I walk in, scrambling off of the bed,
kneeling on
the carpet, eyes downcast. Your breath comes and goes
heavily, cheeks
flushed from the orgasm that was so close, and the pain of
denial.
"What do you have to say for yourself slut?" I ask
threateningly as I
slowly cross the room toward you.
"I... I'm sorry Mistress."
I stop in front of you, take your chin in my hand and
roughly force
your head back. "Look at me." I order in my sternest tone of
voice, and
your eyes meet mine reluctantly. "What were you thinking about
while you
were stroking my cock, my property?"
"You ma'am.... I swear it."
"My little slave couldn't wait five minutes for me to get
home??" I let
go of your chin, slapping you across the face and turning
away in
disgust. "Don't move, if you want stimulation you little
whore, I'll
give it to you."
Ten minutes later I'm back with my little black bag of toys,
dropping
them on the floor next to you, smiling slightly to myself at the
way you
jump, and the fact that your cock is still rock hard, red and
I would
guess throbbing like hell.
You had readied yourself for my arrival, naked except for
your collar
and leash, which i grab now, pulling you to your feet and
over to the
door.
From the bag I take the leather restraints, wrapping them around
your ankles and wrists. There are four hooks on the corners of
the door
frame, and I lock you to these so you are spreadeagled in
the door,
facing the bedroom.
I step back, pleased with the panic I can now see in your
eyes, the
realization of the punishment to come.
"I'm disappointed in you pet, in the way you make a joke of my
rules."
I slowly take my suit jacket off, throwing it over the arm of
a chair,
unbuttoning my blouse as you watch.
"I know Mistress, I was thinking about you and I..."
"SHUT UP!!" I say loudly, still undressing. "From now on
don't speak
unless I ask you a direct question, understand?" " Yes
Mistress."
I stand in front of you, naked now except for black garter,
stockings
and high heels, your gaze is drawn to my naked pussy
which I keep
completely shaved, then up to my large breasts, noticing that my
nipples
are rock hard with arousal, peeking out through the wild
tumble of my
hair. " This is what you were thinking about slave?" I ask
softly,
running my hands up my thighs, over my pussy and up to cup my
breasts,
fingers playing with my nipples.
"Oh yes ma'am." you answer huskily, moving as if you wish
you had
something to rub your hard cock against, like my wet pussy.
"And that's why you started touching yourself?" my right
hand slips
down between my legs and I illustrate the words by spreading my
lips and
running a finger over my clit. I watch you swallow hard before
you can
speak. "Yes Mistress."
"Even knowing I would be angry? That you would be punished if
I found
out?"
"Yes Mistress, it's because I want you so badly, think
about you
constantly."
I smile at this, moving closer to you, reaching out to run
my long
fingernails over your chest slowly, tortuously. "As you should
my love,
and that does please me. Had you waited until I arrived and
made your
needs known to me, things would have been different." my
hand slides
lower, fingers wrapping around your hard, throbbing cock,
squeezing
around you. A loud groan escapes you as I slide my hand up
and down
quickly, bringing you back to the edge of orgasm before letting
go, and
turning away.
"But instead you chose to take matters in your own hands, and
for that
you must be taught a lesson." I take the bag and dump it's
contents onto
the bed, finding your adjustable cock ring and ball stretcher,
moving to
kneel in front of you and put it on. A soft groan rumbles in
your chest
as I finish, letting the weight pull your balls down, the ring
keeping
your cock rock hard. Before I stand, I look up at you, mouth
level with
your cock, almost touching it...
"You'd like me to take you into my mouth, wouldn't you
slave?" I ask
teasingly, licking my lips as you shudder. " Oh God yes
Mistress.." you
groan the words, face flushed, brown eyes begging me silently.
"Do you think you deserve to have me suck you down my throat
and lick
you until you cum slave?"
"No Mistress, I've been bad.." I hear the shame in your
voice, see it
in your eyes, that and your honest answer make me very proud of
you.
"That's right, an extremely naughty boy." I reach out with my
tongue,
licking away the drop of precum from your cock as you watch,
silently
shuddering. "And you still deserve to be taught a lesson."
I stand, turning away to walk to the bed, sitting on the edge
with my
legs spread so that you can see my wet pussy, reaching down
to touch
myself.
"Is this what you were thinking about while you were being
naughty
slave?" I ask, pinching my nipple with the other hand,
watching you
sweat and squirm.
"Yes Mistress."
"About fucking my hot wet hole, or licking it?" finger
fucking myself
now, enjoying the way you stare so hungrily, eyes full of need.
"Answer
me slut."
"Both Mistress..." your voice is thick with desire now.
"And don't you wish you were doing it now, licking me, fucking
me?"
"Oh God yes Mistress, I'm sorry for being bad, please
Mistress."
"Please what slave? What do you want?"
"Touch me please, I need you Mistress." you whisper
desperately, eyes
shining, and I stand, slowly crossing the room to you.
"Me, or would your own hand do slut?"
"You, it's only you I need Mistress."
Stopping in front of you, I wrap my fingers around your cock,
squeezing
hard, looking into your slave eyes as you groan in pain.
"Who's cock is this slave?" I ask, nipples rubbing against
your chest,
mouth inches from yours.
"Yours Mistress, it's your cock."
"That's right slave, it's my property." I begin to stroke you
now, fast
and hard the way I know you love it, and you groan again, this
time in
pleasure, not pain. "My cock only gets to cum when I
say so,
understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"It's my cock and my cum, and you better remember that." I
reach down
with my other hand, cupping your balls, taking the weight off
them and
you moan gratefully, hips swaying.
I lean close, licking your lips before whispering "Mistress
wants to
see her cock cum right now slave, RIGHT NOW!!"
"Yesss Mistressss... aahhhh." your cock jerks and spasms in
my hand,
squirting cum halfway across the room as you moan and
twitch in the
doorway. After a moment you lay your head on my shoulder and
I stroke
your hair softly in reassurance.
"Thank you Mistress." you whisper, shivering as my nails run
down your
back.
"You realize there will be more to your punishment?"
"Yes Mistress, whatever you say." you agree eagerly, and I
smile to
myself at your willingness.
"You will not be allowed to cum now for a week, but you will
service me
every night regardless, orally and with your cock in my
pussy.
Understand??"
You look at me as if I've asked something impossible, but
you answer
correctly. "Yes Mistress."
I smile at you wickedly... knowing it is totally possible,
but that's
another story.
(continued in the next post)
#Post#: 53663--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:09 pm
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Worth the Wait
Today I am not disappointed, when I walk through the door
you are
there, on your knees for me, naked except for your collar
and leash,
which you hand to me as I drop my briefcase.
"Hello pet," by speaking to you first I give you permission to
respond,
and you smile up at me, big brown eyes sparkling.
"Welcome Mistress, I've missed you." you reply, voice
slightly husky
already with pent up desire, making me aware of what you need,
reminding
me it's been days since you've been allowed to cum.
"And I missed you as well Paul." I hold my stockinged leg out
to you, a
hand on your shoulder for balance as you take off my high
heeled pump
slowly, bending your head to kiss the top of my foot as you do.
I offer
you the other and you slide it off, hand wandering up over my
calf. I
touch your cheek and smile at you in reassurance when you look
up at me,
turning your head slightly to kiss my palm.
"Shall I start your bath Mistress?" you ask as I sigh, toes
sinking
into the plush carpet. I nod, moving to the couch to sit down,
watching
as you stand and go to start my bath.... realizing how lucky
I am to
inspire your devotion.
I close my eyes, thinking of the night ahead, deciding what I
want from
you. Long moments later I hear you clear your throat and look up
at you.
"Yes slave?" " Your bath is ready Mistress."
"Good," I stand up, taking your leash in my hand again,
pulling you
closer with it, thrilling to the way you lower your eyes in
submission.
"Have you been a good slave today sweetheart?" I ask,
running my
fingernails over your chest, delighting in your slight shiver.
"Yes Mistress."
"Excellent, then you may help me undress and bathe tonight.
Would you
like that slave?" my hand wanders lower, and I wrap my
fingers around
your hard cock, smiling. "Nevermind answering, this tells me
all I need
to know."
You nod, moaning slightly as I stroke you for a moment before
leading
you into the bathroom like that, using your cock instead of the
leash.
I give you no instruction once there, but you begin to
remove my
clothes slowly, the way I've taught you before, being
careful not to
touch without permission. First my blouse and skirt, then
panties, you
slide them down slowly, kneeling at my feet as I step out of
them. Next
you unhook my stockings from the black lace garter belt, I
watch you
carefully, knowing this is your favorite part, just the
time you're
likely to get adventurous without permission. I hear you groan
softly as
you roll the first stocking down slowly, fingers trailing over
my skin.
I shiver with pleasure despite my resolve not to, and you look
up at me
with a soft smile, rolling the other stocking down and off, so
tenderly,
your eyes holding mine. Standing in front of me again, you
unhook my bra
and let it fall to the floor, I'm naked now, nipples hard with
arousal.
For a moment I'm tempted to let you suck them, but decide it's
too soon
for such pleasures, besides, I see you want it too badly, notice
the way
you stare at them hungrily.
Without warning I deliver a sharp slap to your face, "Stop
staring and
help me into the tub cock slave." "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry."
"You should be, acting like a bitch in heat will get you
nowhere."
"Yes Mistress."
You help me into the tub, I sink into the hot water with a
grateful
sigh. "Bring me a cup of coffee while I soak a bit." you
turn to go,
eager to please, too eager. "Oh, and Paul?"
"Yes Mistress?" pausing in the doorway, waiting for more
instructions.
"Do not touch my cock while you are gone, understand?"
"Yes Mistress, I won't touch your cock."
"You may go now.." I watch you leave, ass bare for me as I
require,
ready for the stroke of my hand, or my whip, whichever I may
choose.
Laying back in the bath, a smile spreads over my face as I
contemplate
what it will be tonight, realizing it has been quite a while
since I've
seriously stretched your limits. A hot thrill races through
me as I
think about torturing you, making you beg for release, teasing
you until
you simply can't take anymore.
I hear you enter the room again and open my eyes, looking
up at you
standing there in nothing but your collar, the short leash
hanging down
over your chest. My eyes wander lower, down to the cock we both
know is
now my property, and it responds slightly as if it can feel
the caress
of it's Mistress's eyes. I smile at this, raising my eyes back
to yours,
delighting in your slight blush and the way you stand
there, so
vulnerable to me. My heart swells with the knowledge that
you have
placed your trust in me and submitted everything that you are
to me...
your Mistress, the role it seems I was born to.
You hand me my coffee, and I sip from it slowly, sitting it
down on the
edge of the tub. "I need a washcloth pet." I say softly, and
you nod,
going to the linen cabinet for one. Standing up in the tub, I
wait for
you to return, eyes widening when you do at the sight of me
standing
there, water running down my body.
"I want you to wash me slave, everywhere, and thoroughly,
understand?"
You smile, nodding as you kneel beside the tub, wetting the
washcloth,
working up a lather with my favorite vanilla soap. Sliding the
washcloth
over my skin slowly, you wash first one leg and then the
other, taking
your time so that it's more like a caress than a bath.
You stand,
running the cloth over my stomach, and higher still over my
breasts, I
make a little growling sound in my throat as it slides over
my erect
nipples. My arms and back are next, then you kneel again,
rinsing the
cloth out, using the soap in it again.
Propping one foot on the edge of the tub, I watch as you
run the
washcloth slowly up the inside of my thigh, half standing as
you do,
eyes meeting mine as you slide it between my legs, washing
my pussy
gently, back and forth, making sure every nook and cranny is
clean.
"Drop the washcloth and just do it with your hand pet."
Your eyes widen as they hold mine and you obey, dropping the
washcloth,
your soapy fingers sliding over me, between the folds
of flesh,
seperating, making me shiver in response.
"Yess..." I sigh, hands tangling in your hair, pulling your
head toward
me. "Now lick my nipple." watching as again you obey,
circling your
tongue around my throbbing nipple slowly, fingers working my
clit now
too, sliding over it with soft circular motions.
I hear you groan softly, look down to see your rock hard cock
jutting
out, the head swollen, dripping precum. My hand moves to the
back of
your head and I pull your hair, making you tip your head back to
look up
at me.
"How many days since I've allowed you to cum slave?" I
ask, hips
rocking gently, bringing my belly against your chest.
"Three Mistress." you answer huskily, pressing closer to
me, cheek
against my breast as your eyes hold mine.
"And you haven't disobeyed me by masturbating while you were
alone?"
"No Mistress, I swear it." your voice is so full of agony
that I know
it's true and I smile at you, caressing your cheek.
"You need to cum quite badly don't you slave?" I ask, moving
to rub my
smooth leg against your hard cock teasingly.
"Oh God yes Mistress, if it would please you." I love the
answer, and
the way you shudder against me, eyes half closed and full of
lust.
"I intend to make sure it does pet." I whisper back. "Now
rinse the
soap off of me with the shower massage."
"Yes Mistress."
Your hands shake as you rinse me off thoroughly, forehead
beaded with
sweat from the aching throb you feel in your cock and
balls, the
desperate need to cum.
"That's enough slave, now get me a towel." I step out of
the tub,
taking the towel you bring me, holding your eyes as I dry my
breasts and
stomach slowly, seductively, catching my bottom lip between my
teeth as
I slide the towel between my legs.
"You may touch yourself if you wish my slave." the
invitation spoken
huskily, teasingly as I watch you squirm in indecision. "Well?"
"I think I'd better not, it's been too long Mistress..."
you sound
tortured, in pain with need, desire, I hear it in your voice,
see it in
your eyes.
Deciding I'm dry enough, I drop the towel, walking toward you,
grabbing
your leash. "Come slave." leading you into the bedroom, over to
the king
size bed.
I climb onto it, laying on my back, legs spread wide, a pillow
under my
head as I look up at you, one hand on my breast, the other
sliding down
over my stomach and lower still as you watch, eyes wide, cock
visibly
throbbing, the head nearly purple now and steadily dripping
precum.
"Tell me what you need slave, and I just might give it to
you." I
demand, spreading myself with my fingers, showing you what I
know you
hunger for. "Be specific."
I watch as you swallow hard, eyes devouring me, glued to the
wet flesh
between my legs. "I need you Mistress, to make me cum." you
nearly groan
the words, shuddering hard, already so close to cumming.
"How....by sucking your cock, or masturbating you, or would you
like to
put your hard cock in my hot, wet pussy slave?" torturing you
further
with my words, enjoying the way you tremble and shake as I
circle my
clit with a finger.
"Oh God, anything Mistress, please!"
"I want you to fuck me, come here slave." watching as
you obey,
crawling onto the bed between my legs, your face flushed,
breathing
hard. "Do it slow, slide your cock into me." pulling my knees up
higher,
giving you a sexy snarl as you rub the head of your cock over
my slick
pussy.
"Oh Mistress, I'm afraid I'll cum the second I feel you around
me." you
whisper desperately, pushing against my tight entrance,
barely easing
into me, groaning out loud, the veins in your neck standing out.
"You'd better not," I warn, raking your ass with my
finger nails,
pulling you closer, deeper, loving the way you stroke me,
stretch me,
fill me up. Sweat rolls down your temples as I squirm
under you,
swallowing more of your cock inside me, wanting it all, the
agony of
your expression driving me into a sexual frenzy. "Give me
all of my
cock, fuck me with it slave!!"
The sound that comes from you can only be described as a
fierce growl
as you urge my hips higher, pulling back and then ramming
yourself into
me hard, burying your cock up to the balls in my wet heat,
then nearly
pulling out and doing it again.
"Is that what you want Mistress?" you ask roughly, hips
grinding
against mine as I clutch at you, nails digging into your back
now.
"Yes, yes..." I answer, writhing beneath you, hair spread out
in wild
disarray around my head, eyes half closed as you pound in and
out of me
like a wild animal. "Yes, ooo ahh I'm cumming love," moaning as
my inner
muscles clamp down on you and you feel my hot juices flow.
"Oh God, may I cum also Mistress?" you ask desperately, eyes
searching
mine, begging for a quick answer.
"Yes my slave, I want your cum... deep inside me." I
whisper, hands
moving up over your chest and shoulders to tangle in your hair.
Your whole body shudders as I feel your hot seed spill
inside me,
watching your eyes roll back in your head slightly as you
convulse from
the force of it.
After a long moment you collapse on top of me, breathing
hard, arms
going around me, we roll onto our sides, bodies still locked
together,
looking deeply into each other's eyes, our hearts beating in
rhythm.
I brush the damp hair away from your face tenderly, smiling
at you,
feeling more love in my heart than I ever thought possible.
"I love you Mistress, thank you." your eyes sparkling, still
shivering
slightly as I stroke your hair.
"I love you too my sweet slave." I whisper back...
#Post#: 53664--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:18 pm
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Male bondage, Spanking and Chastity
MIRANDA
Except for its inconspicuous
lock, the door at the end of the
short hallway of Miranda's middle-class home
looked perfectly
ordinary.
But the windowless room beyond the locked
door was a sexual
Never-NeverLand, a fantastic reflection in a kinky
Looking Glass.
While Miranda watched, amused, the key dangling
from her finger, I
took one step inside, then another -- and stopped,
staring. My
heart was racing, my eyes wide. I had never seen
anything like it
before.
Two walls were mirrored, from the tiled
floor to the black-
painted ceiling. An incredible array of whips,
restraints, gags,
and harnesses hung from the peg strips which
circled the room at
waist height. Pushed into the near corner was a
heavy padded
sawhorse; the center of the room was dominated by
a wooden X-frame
solid as an oak and seven feet tall. Both the
horse and the frame
were dotted with steel eyebolts, some of which
sported dangling
chains or cuffs. All of it looked well used. None
of it, as far as
I could tell, was for show.
And in the opposite corner, facing it all
like a queen's
throne, was a fan-backed rattan chair with thick
ruby-red
cushions. A black riding crop rested across the
seat.
It was a real dungeon, a
dominant/submissive playground,
tucked into a back room in a perfectly ordinary
home. And this
surprising wonderland belonged to my friend
Miranda -- a woman
whose dress and appearance wouldn't raise an
eyebrow at a PTL
meeting.
Whose usual dress and appearance, anyway.
I turned back toward
Miranda, my mouth suddenly dry. "This is
incredible," I said. What
my eyes were saying, I didn't know. But I was
looking at her very
differently. My mind flashed on a picture of
Miranda in black
corset on the fan-back chair, contemplating me
bound naked on the
X-frame. My cock began to swell at the thought.
"You approve, then?" she asked archly, her
eyes sparkling.
There was a tension between us at that
moment of a kind that
had never surfaced before. She was at ease,
self-amusedly waiting
to see what I would do. I was uncomfortable, and
tempted to hide
behind a wisecrack. But for some reason I just
swallowed, nodded,
and said quietly, "Yeah."
Her next question cut to the heart of the
tension. "Do you
want to try it?"
I couldn't look away from her. "Yes. I --
I do."
She looked at me questioningly, as though
I had said something
wrong.
"Yes, Mistress," I amended, suddenly
realizing why she was
waiting.
She smiled then, a pleased smile. "Then go
back to the living
room, slave Alan, and take off all your clothes.
Kneel in the
middle of the floor, and wait there until I come
for you. I have a
few things to get ready."
#
I undressed, heart pounding, still not
quite believing what
was happening.
What was I getting into? How much could I
trust her? Though
I'd known Miranda for more than two years, we
lived in cities five
hundred miles apart. We had met at an education
conference in
Raleigh -- she was a testing specialist at a
private college, I
was a placement counselor at a large university.
We ended up
spending several hours together that weekend, in
lecture sessions
and on a mass expedition for Chinese food. She
smoothly and firmly
squelched my attempts to flirt with her, but even
so, I had a
wonderful time in her company.
When we ran into each other at another
conference later that
year, it was like finding a friend in a mob of
strangers. We had
dinner together again (only five at the table this
time) and sat
up late in the hotel bar on the last night,
telling stories and
laughing. I wrote her a few letters over the next
year, and she
called me a few times. But the tone was always
friends-keeping-in-
touch. There was no hint or thought of romance.
Miranda seemed to
be on a different wavelength, as though she didn't
play that game
at all. I confess I couldn't quite figure her out,
even though I
enjoyed her a great deal.
Then came the week-long counseling
workshop in her home city,
my wonder-if-we-could-get-together call, her
invitation to a
casual dinner at her house, and the free-ranging
conversation that
kept coming back to sex.
Somehow I had found myself telling her
more about my past and
my preferences than most of my lovers ever knew,
and much more
than Miranda was telling me. Eventually I got to
my interest in
what I knowingly called "D&S," and how it was a
shame that so few
women seemed to understand about the exchange of
power and how
much fun it could be. I was pretending a
familiarity I didn't
have, and Miranda must have known it, but she let
me blather on
for a time before calling my bluff by taking me
down the hall.
And now here I was, kneeling naked in her
living room with a
throbbing hard-on, staring my fantasy in the face.
I knew what
most of the toys hanging in the dungeon were for.
But my knowledge
was almost entirely academic, drawn from books
like Exit to Eden
and a sampling of fem-dom porn. The games I'd
played with lovers
past had been strictly amateur. Miranda was the
real article, and
that scared me as much as it excited me.
Maybe it scared me because it excited me.
Or excited me
because it scared me. I didn't know how to tell
the difference.
#
Minutes dragged past, and my knees and
ankles began to
complain about the position I had assumed. Then I
heard a door
open, and the click of heels in the hallway. I
turned to look, and
found my hostess transformed into a stunning
Mistress.
Her mane of wavy auburn hair was set off
now by a studded
black choker. Her ample breasts seemed barely
confined in a
leather halter laced only to the lower curves of
her cleavage. She
wore fingerless elbow-length gloves and gleaming
studded
wristlets. In her right hand was the crop, in the
left a collar.
Her hips were sheathed in a tight leather
wrap-skirt which bared
her beautiful thighs. Her stockings were black and
sheer, her
shoes spike-heeled with ankle straps.
She was, in a word, gorgeous. My erection,
which had flagged a
bit as I waited, stirred to new life. She noted,
and smiled
wickedly. "Nice," she said, looking directly at my
cock. "I can
have fun with that."
I found my voice. "You look fantastic,
Mistress Miranda.
Incredibly sexy."
"Did I give you permission to look at me,
slave?"
My breath caught. "No, Mistress," I said,
and lowered my eyes.
Miranda laughed. "I want you to look at
me. I want you to want
me. You can't have me, of course. But wanting is
good."
She ordered me to crawl to her. Then,
standing over me, she
said in a low voice that chilled me, "I'm going to
take you to
that place you've been wanting to go. I'm going to
teach you what
your body can feel. I'm going to play with you,
and punish you,
and use you for my pleasure. I want more than your
obedience. I
want your surrender. Do you understand?"
I said I did, hoping I did. She made me
kiss her shoes and her
crop, and then placed the plain, heavy collar on
my neck and
locked it in place. Pulling me up by the collar,
she whispered a
"safe word" in my ear -- which I silently vowed
not to use. Then
she pushed me back down to hands and knees and led
me to her
dungeon.
#
Miranda was in no hurry. She kept me
kneeling before her
chair, my legs spread wide and my wrists cuffed
and locked
together behind my back, while she asked me
pointed questions
about my experience and my fantasies.
All the while, she kept touching me,
teasingly. She toed my
balls with the point of her shoe, tapped my cock
with the tip of
her crop, scraped and plucked my nipples with her
nails. Once she
let me suck her middle finger, which I did
eagerly. I wanted to
make her feel good, and that was the first chance
she'd given me.
When she'd learned everything she wanted,
she rose and led me
to the X-frame. My cuffed wrists were unhooked
from each other,
then fastened high on the wooden crosspieces.
Miranda selected a
second, larger pair of cuffs from the wall, and
soon my legs were
spread wide, my ankles locked to the foot of the
frame.
I had never felt so sexually vulnerable. I
was facing out and
leaning back, completely helpless, completely
exposed, my cock
hard as an eighteen-year-old's and already
dripping from the tip.
"I can see I'm going to have to do something about
this,"
Miranda said, seizing my cock by the root. "You've
obviously been
thinking about fucking me. You'd like that,
wouldn't you?"
I told the truth. "Yes, Mistress."
She slapped the head of my cock smartly
with her free hand,
making me gasp. "Forget it. You'll be lucky if I
fuck you." Letting go of my
cock, she walked to her collection of
sexual
toys, and returned with a small harness with
several straps. "This
should keep this greedy little cock under
control."
A few moments later, my proud shaft was
encased in a tight
leather sheath that exposed only the head. One
strap went around
the root where she had grabbed me. Another went
around my scrotum,
while a third separated the balls. It felt as
though my entire
manhood was being squeezed in a fist. My cock
throbbed, reddened.
Already, I desperately wanted to come.
But Miranda had other plans. Her next
choice was a length of
rope with dozens of spring clothespins clamped to
it. She gave me
one end of the rope to hold between my teeth, and
then began to
decorate my body with the wooden clamps. She
started with one on
either side of each nipple, pinching the skin with
her fingers to
give the clip a good bite. Then she placed a
clothespin directly
on my left nipple, and I moaned -- and dropped the
rope I was
holding for her.
"I'm going to add to your whipping for
that," she said as she
gave me back the end of the rope and resumed her
project. The
other nipple was next, then the underside of my
arms, the inside
of my thighs, and, finally, my cock. First, she
tugged out enough
skin to attach one of the little biting monsters
to each side of
my already harnessed scrotum. I almost bit through
the rope. Then
she started on the engorged head of my cock,
placing one, two,
four, seven clothespins in a semi-circle on the
narrow, sensitive
ridge.
Taking the rope from me, she stepped back
to admire her
handiwork. "Look at yourself, in the mirror," she
said.
I saw a naked man in complete submission,
his limbs spread-
eagled and restrained, his throbbing cock
tormented. I felt like I
was tripping. The tension in my body was
incredible. My blood was
on fire. It was as though she was touching me in a
hundred places
at once, and every one of them was making me crazy
with desire. My
eyes closed, and I slipped down into the sea of
sensation, leaving
thought behind.
Suddenly I jumped, writhing, as an
electric jolt coursed
through me. My right nipple was suddenly burning.
What was
happening? I opened my eyes to find that Miranda
had folded the
length of rope twice over and was using it to
strike the
clothespins from my body. Her aim was true, and
every time she
knocked one free, thousands of nerve endings which
had been
temporarily overloaded suddenly came back to life
shouting
protests.
The last to go were the seven pins on the
head of my cock. By
the time the last dropped to the floor, I was
quivering and
hanging limply in my cuffs. Miranda stepped close
and ran her
fingertips grazingly over my skin, the touch
making me jump. Then
her hand closed around my sheathed cock, and her
thumb rubbed the
wetness oozing from the tip all over the head.
"You took that well," she said softly.
"Maybe you'll get lucky
after all. But first, I owe you a whipping."
Miranda released me only long enough to
turn me around, toward
the frame, so my back and bottom were exposed. I
watched in the
mirror as she selected a short, many-stranded
whip, then moved
behind me. She started with light strokes that
barely warmed the
skin, leather kisses on my thighs and ass. The
strokes came faster
and harder, until it felt like my skin was
glowing. I stopped
watching. I stopped thinking.
Then Miranda traded the short whip for a
long, stiff leather
paddle. The first blow from it lifted me off my
heels and made me
cry out in surprise. She gave me little time to
recover, applying
the paddle vigorously across both cheeks and the
backs of my
thighs. The weight of the paddle and the strength
of her arm
carried the shock of each explosion through my
whole body. I
moaned, grunted, and fought against my chains.
But the incredible thing was that it
didn't hurt. I was past
that. It was a wake-up call to my senses, a charge
of pure sexual
energy. All I was was what I was feeling, and all
I was feeling
was wave after wave of delicious intensity. I was
flying.
After a time I couldn't measure, Miranda
stepped up close
behind me, caressed my hot ass and said in a
half-whisper, "Now,
the punishment I promised you."
There was a long moment to wonder. Then I
heard the whistle as
it cut the air, and I knew -- it was the crop. And
when it landed,
it felt like I was being sliced open, a line of
fire burning into
my ass cheeks. My body went rigid, and when the
crop fell a second
time I couldn't hold it all in any more, and
screamed. Twice more
the crop came down, and then Miranda drew close
again, her body
brushing against me as she traced the scarlet,
swollen marks the
crop had left.
She moved away again, leaving me to hang
there on the wooden
frame, breathless, shoulders aching, all
resistance gone, glowing
inside and out. Time dilated, stopped. The next
touch was a hand
spreading my ass cheeks, and another hand smearing
my opening with
a slippery gel, pushing a lubricated finger inside
me.
"Now the reward you've been hoping for," she said
softly.
I raised my head and looked sideways at
the mirror, and saw
that Miranda had shed her leather skirt. She was
wearing a harness
that was like a leather G-string, and jutting out
from it was a
long black dildo. I watched as she moved in behind
me, guided the
head to my asshole, and pushed it up inside me.
It was blissful, humiliating, erotic. I
was impaled,
stretched, violated. Miranda was fucking my ass,
claiming
possession of me, and all I wanted to do was open
to her and give
her whatever she wanted to take. And then she
reached around my
waist and loosed the straps on my harness, freeing
my cock from
its leather prison. She began to masturbate me,
stroking my cock
in rhythm with her reaming of my ass.
With everything that had gone before, I
was on the edge, and
had been for some time. Before long, my gasps and
moans betrayed
my approaching orgasm. Miranda took that cue to
bury the dildo
deep inside me, tighten her grip, and stroke my
cock furiously.
After a long few seconds, I went over the edge,
crying out and
writhing as my cock spurted long jets of come into
the air.
#
Miranda took a Polaroid photo of me before
she freed me, and
then allowed me to shoot one of her before she
changed. I took
that photo, my memories, and the four
crisscrossing red stripes
from the riding crop home with me on the plane. I
don't know when
I'll next see my friend, or if she'll ever favor
me that way
again. But one thing is certain -- I'll never
again think I know
someone if I haven't seen what they keep, and who
they are, behind
locked doors
#Post#: 53665--------------------------------------------------
Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:23 pm
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Femdom story - Carla's new slave
cumeating, forced masturbation, cum licking femdom story
This is a true story, embellished as it may be because of
time, the
language and the events did occur.
I was in the army stationed at Ft.Hood. My wife of 18
months and I
lived in a trailer park. My wife was about eight months
pregnant at the
time and it had been over a month since I had engaged in sex. I
was in a
constant state of arousal.
I had been interested in the lady next door from the moment
we first
met. It wasn't that she was overly good looking, although
she had a
terrific body, I know because bikinis were just then in vogue
and she
wore them any time she could. It was her demeanor that attracted
me. She
was a pure slut!
Carla was a very aggressive woman, course and vulgar. She
cursed like
her husband, and all First Sergeants cursed a blue streak. She
was the
first woman I ever heard say the word "fuck." It excited me to
hear her
speak that way. She acted as though she was an absolute fucking
machine,
always mentioning her and her husbands love life. Making
little
innuendos about sex. She once ask me a riddle. Did I know the
difference
between a woman and a watermelon. I couldn't answer, even had
I known
the answer. She waited a few seconds and with a leer said "you
have to
cut a watermelon before you eat it." I looked at her and
she smiled
broadly, my hand visibly trembled Carla's eyes narrowed to a
look of
feigned disappointment on her face and with pouting lips she
said "The
only trouble is George doesn't know the difference "
I could really feel my cock growing, by leaps and bounds!
Carla reached out and with her fingers caressed my lips. I
couldn't help
myself, I opened my lips and allowed her caress the tip of my
tongue.
She gave me that slutty, know-it-all smile I blushed
slightly and my
cock was suddenly at full mast. "But you do, don't you" Carla
flirted.
"I'll bet that little tongue of yours knows exactly
what to do"
Unfortunately my wife approached about that time and
Carla and I
reverted to being just friends.
The other women in the park really hated Carla because she
constantly
flirted with all the guys.
My wife despised her and after the first couple of weeks
wouldn't even
say hello to her. I guess the feeling was mutual because
although Carla
was friendly with me she ignored my wife.
Carla was always sexually teasing me, especially since she had
found out
that I was no longer "gettin' any" from my wife. She was never
careful
with her dress when we all sat around in a group outside. Many
a time I
caught myself trying to get a little bit better look up
between those
sleek thighs. On several occasions she saw me peeking. I was
mortified
but she only grinned lewdly and shifted so that I could see more
of her.
Almost any occasion where we alone, or out of hearing with other
people,
Carla would bring up sex. She was always telling me that she
didn't get
enough sex and more than that she said that the kind of sex she
got was
not what she needed.
I must have been very naive back in those days or maybe I was
trying to
communicate some thing to her. "What's that Carla."
Once again Carla placed the tip of her finger against my lips.
"These"
she whispered. "And this" she spread my lips and rubbed the
tip of my
tongue with her finger. "I've been wondering just how it would
feel"
"Really" I said with a stutter.
"Yes, really."
Carla looked at me provocatively, her finger entered my
mouth and
flicked across my tongue "I have fantasized about it in fact."
I was definitely getting hot. Carla glanced down at my crotch.
I looked
down at my crotch! "Mmm.." she murmured. "I think I've hit a
nerve"
"Wha..., what do you mean" I stammered.
"Well, from the looks of that" and she glanced down at my
bulging
crotch, "I think we may have a common interest"
"What, what? I don't know what you mean" I said breathlessly.
"Com' on baby, I see the way you act when I give you a peek at
my pussy.
I know that look" God! She had said pussy, that really turned me
on!!
"What look" I replied, knowing where this was heading.
"That hungry look" she whispered and licked her lips. "The
look I've
seen just before I get my pussy sucked "
Oh.., my.., god! She had actually said it! I knew from the
start what
she was talking about but to hear her say it, say it to me
made me
tremble violently.
I've had fantasies about eating pussy ever since I was old
enough to
jerk-off but I thought that women would think me weird if
they knew.
Here was a woman that didn't think it was weird, in fact it was
obvious
that she loved it.
I was just about to take a chance, say some thing she
couldn't
misinterpret, some thing that would either get me in trouble
or in her
pussy. Unfortunately once again I saw my suspicious wife
approaching so
I turned away, afraid my wife would see the bulge in my pants.
I heard
Carla chuckle as I walked away.
I took a new interest in Carla after that incident. I began to
try and
be around her. I began trying to make little innuendos like
her, some
thing, any thing to try and communicate that I was receptive to
sucking
her pussy. I still was not absolutely sure that she wasn't just
fucking
with me because I had seen her do it to other men. I had
heard rumors
about her but I had never seen her with another man. Maybe,
just maybe
she was serious. A week later I found out! After two months
of jerkin
off I was ready to try anything. I worried about her husband
finding out
but her husband was suddenly transferred to Korea. I knew he
would be
gone for thirteen months and I wondered how she would amuse
herself. I
didn't wonder long. The first night her husband was gone
she had a
visitor.
I some times stayed up late at night after my wife had gone to
bed. On
several occasions I saw her, as I sat by my window
watching T.V.,
entertain men, always different men. It was uncommon for her to
spend an
evening alone.
About a week after her husband left I saw Carla fuck a man in
her living
room. She didn't even bother to turn off the lights. I
could almost
swear that she knew I was watching. But the thing that
really got my
heart to racing was the end of Carla's little rendevous with
the man. I
was sitting up close to the window, only the light from the
T.V. to
illuminate me. Carla was on her back and the guys was between
her legs.
He was pumping his cock into her like there was no tomorrow. I
could see
she was moaning and talking to him, I just couldn't hear her.
Suddenly
the man stiffened and shuddered. He made several more slow
thrusts and
then collapsed on top of her.
Carla lay there for a moment and then I could see that she was
pushing
at him. Her face was contorted into a mask of lust. Her
hands on his
shoulders, pushing him down, down her body. I could see she
was raving
at him. She was loud because I could hear some words
and broken
sentences.
I heard the word wimp, suck, pussy, cum, and cuntlapper. I stood
so that
I could see better. Carla placed her hands on the man's
forehead and
shoved his face down between her thighs. Her hips arched up
from the
bed, her body supported by her shoulders and heels. She held
him there,
her fingers entangled in his hair, her hips undulated up and
down, his
face rocked with her thrusts, she was fucking him. She was
fucking his
mouth. God how I wished it were me.
I knew immediately what was happening. The man was sucking his
cum from
Carla's pussy and Carla was loving it. She was going wild,
humping and
thrusting that dark mass of hair against the man's face and
mouth. Her
fingers pulling at his hair, her knees spread wide, legs
over his
shoulder, feet digging into his back like a cowboy spurring a
wild bull.
All the time she had the man sucking her head was turned to the
window,
a wild and lascivious look on her face. I had turned off all
the lights
and I knew she couldn't see me I knew that she knew I was
watching. She
was putting on a show for me.
It took a long time but when Carla finally released the man she
lay back
and looked at him with a look of pure disappointment. I could
see that
she was giving him hell and it was clear to both him and me
that she
wasn't pleased with his performance. He dropped his head and
after a few
minutes rose to his feet and disappeared into the hallway.
Carla just lay there, still naked, still horny because she was
fingering
herself. After a few minutes the man returned, fully
clothed. Carla
scolded him again as she continued to masturbate. The man
finally turned
and left thru the side door. He looked beat, not
physically but
mentally. Carla had really done a job on him.
That made me horny, no pussy for over a month and here I was
watching my
hot to trot neighbor get her pussy sucked.
She really got off to that, but the best part was that she was
a kinky
bitch! That guy had done exactly the thing I had fantasized
about for so
long.
Carla seemed amused by my attention but she never responded
the way I
had hoped she would. I really though that as soon as her
husband left
she would be all over me but she just flirted. I knew there must
be some
thing that I could do to arouse her curiosity about my
intentions. Then
one evening, of the few she didn't have a man there, I let my
passion
and better judgment take hold of me. My wife was visiting her
mother so
I was alone in the house.
I got a little drunk and that night I took off all my clothes.
When she
came into her living room I stood in the light and exposed
myself to
her. She noticed me immediately! She moved closer to the
window and
stared across at me. I just stood there, my cock standing
proud and
erect. I began to feel uneasy because I was beginning to think
she was
mad and might call the cops. But after a minute or so she
smiled a
wicked sort of little smile and she began moving her clenched
fist up
and down in front of her crotch.
At first I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She
wanted me to
jerk-off. Trembling, I reached down and slid my fingers around
my cock.
I hesitated for a moment, she smiled lewdly, nodded her head up
and down
and continued to stroke her make believe cock. I began to
masturbate,
seriously! I moved closer to the window and stood so that she
could see
me more clearly. I masturbated for her and it felt good. She
smiled,
wickedly, I was turning her on!
After just a few moments I felt my cum boiling to the top and
I arched
my hips outwards, pointing my cock at her. The thick cum
spurted onto
the window and streamed down the glass.
When I had finished I turned and walked to the hallway. I
watched from
the shadows and observed that she stood there for a long time.
return.
Was she waiting for me to continue? I wanted too but I was
still a
little to scared.
The next night I was waiting in the same place in hope of
repeating the
act. I didn't have to wait long, and the moment Carla walked
into the
room I turned on my lamp and stood in the middle of the room. I
was hard
as a rock and as she watched as I began to stroke my cock. She
watched
awhile and then she went to the door and stepped outside. A few
moments
later she knocked on my door and my apprehension
increased
significantly. I stood there, unconsciously stroking,
wondering what I
should do. I opened the door! Still wary I stood so that my
body was
hidden behind it. "Why are you hiding behind the door" she
asked, trying
to peek around the door? I was so nervous I couldn't say
anything.
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Re: FEMDOM Short Stories
By: Clay Death Date: January 2, 2017, 3:25 pm
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After a few seconds she slowly pulled the door open until she
could see
my naked body. I just stood there in the doorway, naked, my
hands now at
my sides, allowing her to examine my erect cock. She looked into
my eyes
and with a smile reached out and took my cock in her hand.
"Can I come in?" she said, pushing me backwards and then closed
the door
behind her.
"I take it your wife isn't home" she said with a wink and a
squeeze of
my cock.
Her fingers tightened around my cock and she smiled as I began
moving my
hips back and forth.
"Nice" she said, her teeth gleaming in an open smile. "Hot
. . . ,
hard."
After a few seconds of masturbation she looked around the
room and
without another word she lead me, by my cock, to the couch.
She sat on
the edge of the couch and, using my cock as a handle,
positioned me in
front of her and then, bending downwards on my cock, forced
me to my
knees.
"I liked watching you last night," she said, releasing her
hold on my
cock. "You're cock was so hard and you were stroking it so
fast."
I just kneeled there, excited beyond belief.
"You were so nasty, like a little slut, jerking your cock,
trying to
turn me on" She said with a coarseness I hadn't heard before.
"It did
too. Show me now" she said, looking down at my cock.. "Stroke
that cock
and show me hot you are"
Excitedly I began to move my hand back and forth over my cock.
Squeezing
and stroking, willing it to become even harder than it was. I
could feel
the wetness from the tip on my hand, my hand spreading that
wetness
along my cock.
Carla's eyes were half closed and she nodded approvingly as I
thrust my
hips in time with the motion of my hand.
As she watched me perform she began to slowly pull her bathrobe
up over
her legs until it was bunched around her waist. "You like
that don't
you, me watching." she said as she pushed her panties down over
her hips
and let them fall to the floor. "It excites you to have a
woman watch
you play with you're cock".
I smiled, she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and the
thought
that she knew was even more exciting.
She smiled in response to my smile. "You're a nasty little
pervert, you
know it" she said with a sneer.
I nodded.
"A nasty little pervert that needs some thing special, some
thing your
prissy little wife wouldn't think of doing"
"Yes, yes" I moaned, feeling my cum boiling in my balls.
She looked straight into my eyes and licked her lips. "You
need a cunt
in your mouth" I felt a shudder go thru me.
"Yes!!!" I cried softly.
"Say it" she mewled.
"I want a cunt in my mouth"
"No! You need a cunt in your mouth" she demanded.
"I need a cunt in my mouth" I responded obediently.
She smiled at my eagerness, slowly licking ger lips as she
watched me
tremble with passion.
"Take them" she whispered as she lifted her panties with her
slender
toes.
Never missing a beat with my right hand I reached out with my
left hand
and clutched her panties.
"Smell them" she ordered.
Increasing the tempo of my right hand I brought the panties to
my face
and breathed the musky aroma of her pussy. I licked at the
silky fabric
and sucked the wet crotch into my mouth.
Carla looked down at me, her lips opened in a lascivious
smile, her
teeth gleaming white in the dim light. "You need my cunt in
your mouth,
don't you"
Oh God it was exciting to hear her say that.
"Yes, yes. I want it..., need..., your cunt in my mouth" I
hissed thru
clenched teeth. My head was throbbing, my blood pressure must
have been
200\150.
"That's good Bill. It's good that you need my cunt in
your mouth,
because there are things that I need too. Things you will be
willing to
do if you truly need my cunt in your mouth. Things I'll want
you to do
for me"
"What" I said excitedly.
She studied me for several long moments. " I think I'll
start out by
letting you suck your cum from my pussy. That should show me
if you're
serious"
"Oh goddd..., yes" I groaned. "It would"
"You've thought about it then"
"Yes, that's all I've thought about for the last week"
"I knew it" Carla chuckled. "You were watching the other night
weren't
you"
It only took a second for me to nod my head.
"You saw what he..., what I made him do"
"Yes, yes" I replied breathlessly.
'That's why you've been so impulsive the last couple of
nights, isn't
it"
I nodded my head up and down excitedly.
"You want the same thing"
"Yesss..."
"Do you know why I didn't turn you ass in to the cops last
night?"
I wasn't sure, but I hoped I knew. "No" I lied.
"I was pretty sure from our little conversations, that foremost
in that
little mind of yours was sucking my pussy." She looked me in
the eyes,
they smoldered. "But I wanted more than that, I wanted you
hot, so hot
you would be willing to do any thing I asked"
She looked at me, smiled and continued. "I've had some
experience with
men like you, when my husband is away. But I've never had one so
willing
to be manipulated. I thought to my self how convenient it
would be to
have a nasty little pervert at my beck and call" she said
contemptuous.
"And since you're right next door it would be easy, so very
easy, to
indulge in my little nasty's"
I gasped, my hand moving faster and faster on my cock.
"What do you think of that"
"Yes, yes" I moaned. "I think I'd like that"
Carla laughed wickedly
My face was flushed, my heart was beating so loud and
rapidly that I
could hardly hear her words.
"And it all boils down to one thing then, are you a
serious a
cuntlapper, one I can use to amuse myself!"
I nodded my head up and down. "Yes, I want that, yo
amuse you. I
want..., need, to suck your pussy?" and then made a licking
motion with
my extended tongue.
"Even when your wife is here"
"Yes, I can always get away"
"Mmmmm . . . , I like that attitude, just thinking about you
sucking my
pussy while your wife lies in her bed fifty feet away really
turn me on"
"Anything" I whispered. "Anything you want, just tell me"
"Any thing? Good..., good" she said with a wicked grin. "One
thing that
really turns me on his to see how badly a man wants my pussy.
Begging is
not enough"
"Please..., just tell me"
"Have you ever heard the words "suck slave"
"Yes" I groaned as I began to stroke faster. This was going
right where
I had hoped it would
"How" she asked.
"From fuck books" I said and I thrilled as I said fuck to a
woman for
the first time
"Do you know what is expected from a suck slave."
"Yes" I whispered.
"Tell me" she grinned.
"To suck. To suck any time, any where, on demand"
"Yes my little slut. But not just pussy"
I shivered at her undertone. She saw it and smiled that evil
smile of
hers. "That's right love, I mean exactly what you think I mean.
I sleep
with lots of men, all for different reasons. Some have big
cocks, some
like to eat pussy.
She looked at me, her eyes lowered, she licked her lips.
I trembled violently. I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I
kneeled there
with my mouth open, slowly stroking my cock, listening intently
as this
woman told me of my future. "Please, tell me" "You will do
what few of
them will do and none of them like, you'll suck a cock!"
She continued to watch me as I kneeled there at her feet. A
leering
smile spread across her lips, she was taking full
pleasure in her
subjugation of me.
"Won't you"
"Yesss..." I gasped.
"Well then . . . , my new suck slave, since we are
agreed on our
relationship I think we're wasting time. I think it's time
you showed
your new mistress just how good a suck slave you are" she
said , her
fingers taking hold in my hair.
"Suck my pussy, you nasty little cunt-lapper" she said as
she looked
down into my eyes. "Suck my pussy and jack off."
With her fingers entangled in my hair she guided my mouth
along her
thighs to her succulent vagina. Her hips lifted as she forced
my mouth
against the kinky black hairs. As I thrust my tongue past the
wet lips I
heard her utter a low moan.
"Yes . . . , yes . . . , yes" she whispered as I began
licking the
wetness from her swollen clit. "Lick me . . . , lick me with
your tongue
slave, and think about all wonderful things I'm going to make
you do".
I ran my tongue up and down the distended lips and then took,
in turn,
each lip into my mouth and slowly sucked. I could hear her
breath coming
faster and I rubbed my face back and forth, opening the
swollen lips
until I could wedge my face between them.
"Ohhh yesss . . . , inside me, put your face inside me." Her
fingers
tightened in my hair and she began to press my face up
and down,
smearing her wetness over my face.
"Mmmm . . . , good, good" she moaned loudly. "Now my clit,
suck my
clit."
I moved my mouth to the protruding morsel and after taking it
between my
lips I began to suck it like a hungry infant sucks its mother's
teat.
"Ohhhh goddd . . . " she moaned, "That's it, that's it. ,
Right there.
Suck my clit, suck it and take my sweet milk"
My face was deep inside her pussy and my nose was rubbing
her clit.
Several times her pussy engulfed my whole face including my
eyes and
eyebrows.
"Are you ready" she moaned loudly? "Are you ready to cum?"
"Yes" I moaned.
She pushed me away from her pussy and as I kneeled she pulled me
forward
with her ankles hooked into my ass.
"Cum on my pussy" she moaned. "Cum on my pussy now"
I couldn't hold any longer and placed the head of my cock
between the
open lips. My cum spurted forward and I rubbed the head in and
out, up
and down, smearing my cum all over her clasping pussy.
"Now suck" she commanded. "Suck my pussy and swallow all that
nasty cum"
Her fingers clutched at my ears and she pulled my face into
her wet
flesh. I felt nothing, I saw nothing. I just sucked!
Later, as I kneeled between her legs and slowly lapped at her
wet pussy
she reached down and softly caressed my cheek
"Look at me slave"
I looked up into her eyes.
"It's time for you to prove yourself".
"Anything" I replied.
"I knew this was going to happen, so sure I invited someone
over. He's
been waiting in my trailer, waiting for me to return with
you. I want
you to suck my pussy while he fucks me"
I looked up into her eyes adoringly and thrust my tongue
inside her,
lapping deeply.
"Yes . . . , um mm . . . , yes, I knew that would turn you
on. I knew
you were the one"
I buried my face between the swollen lips and sucked!
"And after he cums inside me" she said still watching me. " I
want you
to suck my pussy till I cum"
I began sucking harder.
"I want to do it now, I want him to fuck me now" she said
anxiously as
she pushed me away and stood up.
"Lets go to my trailer" she said taking my cock in her hand.
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