My [M] First Filthy Night of Femdom

This all happened last night and I’m still laying in bed, thumbs shaking as I type, unable to believe what just went down (that’s a delayed pun).

A bit about me for starters. I’m in my early 40s, attractive, fit, muscles, tattoos, and a PhD. Since puberty, I’ve been obsessed with femdom. Not so much the pain side of things, but the idea of being objectified and used like a toy. For me, a sexually liberated woman is the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. This is a confusing realization for any natural cuckold; it’s hard to understand at first why a cheating girlfriend drives you into a sexual frenzy.

Until last night, however, these fantasies remained locked inside my imagination. I brought it up with girlfriends in the past, but never had any takers so I remained frustratingly vanilla. Fast forward to last week, recently separated from an almost decade long dead bedroom situation. I had resisted the siren song of Tinder for a few months, but hormones finally took over and I made the plunge. I probably shouldn’t have waited so long.

I made it pretty obvious in profile what I was looking for. Within a couple days, I matched with a woman named S who seemed to be the mirror image of me. She had fantasised about dominating a man her whole life, but never had the opportunity either. Once we had established that fact, we were both pretty eager to meet up as soon as possible. She got off work at 11:30pm and told me to come to her house straight after.

It was the longest evening of my life waiting for that text to come in. Will she go through with this or back out? Will *I* go through with this or back out? At 11 sharp, my phone dinged with a new text and my heart almost leapt out of my chest. She had sent me her location. It was on.

I was already showered and dressed up for her, so immediately jumped in the car and made the half hour drive up to her town. Mind you, I had never done anything like this before with a woman; this was both my Tinder and femdom virginity at stake. Being invited straight to her house, I probably should have been more concerned about some kind of bamboozle, but honestly I was drunk with lust and nothing was stopping this train.

At this point I should probably add one important detail – she didn’t speak English, only Spanish. We had been communicating using Google translate, which is great for the initial chat but poses significant difficulties during the meet up. She greeted me at the door in her sexy pj’s. We were both pleasantly surprised that reality was even more attractive than our profile photos.

Communication was a little clunky at first. It ain’t easy making small talk through Google Translate. After an hour of this game, the electronic conversation finally lands on kink. She looks at me with an almost shy smile and tells me she has always wanted to try this, but has no idea where to start. I took that as my cue and slid off the couch and crawled on my hands and knees toward the Ottoman upon which she was sitting. I could tell she was nervous and a little unsure, so started by tenderly kissing her foot while looking up in her eyes. It was a gesture of pure submission, as if to say ‘you’re in charge now’. The first positive sign of the evening: she let out such a moan when my tongue swirled around her big toe, there was little doubt this woman had a foot fetish.

I worshipped both her feet and began to work my way up her calves. Something had begun to shift in her demeanor and I could tangibly feel the power growing inside of her. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom, where she proceeded to get comfortable and ordered me to strip for her. This was to be one of many firsts for me of the evening. She had me twirl around and eyed me up like a piece of meat. I was falling fast into sub state, getting more and more aroused by doing whatever she said.

She handed me a bottle of lotion and pointed to her feet. It was time to test out her foot fetish. She sighed and laid back with a grin from ear to ear as I slowly and sensually rubbed her foot. She lifted the other foot and placed it against my lips, leaving little doubt what she wanted. We locked eyes as I took each toe into my mouth and sucked them like mini cocks. At that point her body went slack, she laid back and I could hear her whisper “gracias universo.” This was going well.

We continued this game for an eternity, she would point at a body part and I would tease her with my mouth while she moaned in ecstasy. When I finally got to her pussy, that’s when things began to ramp up. She could tell how desperate I was to taste her and teased me like a wild animal. She peeled off her panties and threw her legs over her head with a mischievous smile ‘only the ass’. This was all I needed to hear and began to kiss my way across each cheek, circling toward her sweet little asshole. Just like in all my fantasies, I could feel her fingers wrap around my hair and aggressively pull my face into her, ordering me to tongue fuck her ass. The more emboldened she became, the more turned on I was getting.

Which is probably how the next event unfolded. As I ate her ass, she asked (still using the phone clutched in her shaking hand) “you have no limits?” In hindsight, I do have a few limits, but at the time I was so lost in the moment that I couldn’t wait to hear what she wanted next. At first I didn’t understand her question and continued to worship her pussy and ass. Then a few of the words floated through the haze of lust. Baño and pee-pee. Ho-ly shit. Was this woman asking what I think she was asking? Does she want to give me a golden shower? Yup.

As soon as I figured out her request, I told her “siiii, no limits.” She grabbed me again and this time led me to the bathroom. She pushed me into the shower and had me kneel down in front of her. I had probably jerked off to this fantasy for the first time over thirty years ago, and now here I was, naked in a stranger’s shower, about to let her piss in my mouth. As soon as I felt the hot stream splash across my lips, I almost came without touching myself. The taste was strong, but not at all repulsive. It felt like she was ejaculating into my mouth and I was drinking her like a man dying of thirst. From the sounds she was making, I could tell S was enjoying it as much as me, if not more. Three times I thought I was done, she would push me back down onto my knees and let go another warm stream. When she was finally empty, she lovingly rinsed me with warm water in the shower and dried me off. As far deep as I had sunk into sub state, she must have been in the dominant equivalent. She was free flowing with her desires now, having marked her territory and claimed ownership over me.

When we returned to the bedroom, there was no nonsense or teasing. She was ready to cum and I was her toy to make it happen. I went down on her again, although this time there was nothing delicate or sensual about it. It wasn’t really even oral sex, she was aggressively fucking my face as if riding a cock. As I lay there in heaven, she was busy on her phone translator spitting out filthy new fantasies for us to do next them. The evening ended with my entire hand inside her pussy and my tongue deep in her asshole as she rode out one final screaming orgasm. When I could tell she was ready to pass out, I tenderly kissed her on the forehead, wished her sweet dreams, and gathered up my clothes to leave.

That was seven hours ago. Now I lay here in my own bed, typing up this story while still tasting her in my mouth. I’m totally hooked and thinking about our next adventure. She’s already promised a collar and leash, and something about me watching her fuck her ex-boyfriend, then cleaning them both up afterward. Can’t wait!

tl;dr – A lifetime of femdom fantasies culminated in my first real experience with a Tinder hookup. It was filthy and amazing.

Edit: grammar and spelling

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9u2fni/my_m_first_filthy_night_of_femdom