I’ve heard about “erotic massage” and I’ve combined that idea with my own fantasies of being dominated and/or being turned into a oral sissy by a beautiful woman. Hope you enjoy these vignettes!
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I. It was just a simple massage, or so I thought. I entered the nicely decorated flat and accepted her invitation for a quick shower. I dried off, then came out while she was getting ready, and I lay down on the mattress, face down. Naked.
I was horny, and she was beautiful. I was looking forward to a simple massage.
Her hands were soft, warm, and gentle. She massaged my back, my thighs, my legs, my shoulders. I smiled, my eyes closed, my legs slightly open as I anticipated her hands on my more sensitive places.
Warm massage oil dripped down my back. It oozed down my crack. Her hands kneaded my buttocks, and it all felt good.
Then.
A soft finger dipped in towards my ass. Oh. My. It felt… ticklish, insistent. Terribly sexy. I inhaled sharply. My head lifted up.
“Oh, you like that,” her voice was amused. Another finger joined the first. I didn’t speak; I was overwhelmed with the sensation. I became aware I was panting, my mouth open, my body pushing my ass backwards against her teasing fingers. Oh, I wanted… something?
Her other hand… just as warm and soft, stroked my overheated balls. I moaned. I was in need, my lower body on fire.
“You enjoy the passive experience?” Her voice was soft, her right hand fingers gently fucking me, her left hand stroking my balls. I wanted to tell her that no, I enjoy being the active one, the one doing the fucking. But as I opened my mouth to protest, her right hand gently pushed in a bit more deeply. And I gasped, my words disappearing, and the only sound that came out was a humiliated meow.
She knew, then, how submissive I truly was.
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II. She gave my poor ass a break, and was rubbing my back and legs. She asked me if I thought I was more or less manly than her friend. I didn’t really know what she meant but the context seemed clear: if I wanted to fuck her, I had to be a man.
I assured her I was more manly than her friend. She paused on her massage stroke. “Hmm.” She sounded doubtful. “Well, let’s compare. If you’re more manly then I’ll suck you until the end.” My heart started pounding. I really wanted to experience cumming in a mouth!
“But if not, then you have to show me how good of a girl you can be!” I barely heard her words. I was lost in the vision of my cock leaping and spurting into her open mouth.
She rummaged in her bag, then pulled out something. She placed it on the mattress next to my face. Oh. My. God. It was a realistic dildo, veined, thick. Easily 18cm long. A big pair of silicone testicles at the bottom. “That’s my friend,” she said, triumphantly. “Are you bigger than that?”
I didn’t know what to do. I’m 13cm long on a really good day. She made me roll over, and she made me hold it next to my much smaller erection. I was clearly less manly.
And so for the next 15 minutes she made me learn how to give a blowjob. I was humiliated, on my knees in front of her as she wore her dildo on a harness, or kneeling over her body with her dildo waving lewdly in the air. She found it especially amusing to threaten to call her bisexual friend and invite him over so I could try the real thing. “After all,” she’d say, “you should really experience a real live cumshot in your mouth!” She liked how I would turn red in shame, hearing this while sucking on her dildo. And she point out how my cock would be throbbing with excitement, betraying me. “You’re such a sissy!” she would say.
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III. I had done such a good job sucking the dildo. “I’ll give you a reward,” she said, as she knelt between my open legs.
Like a true master, she teased me to raging hardness, and kept me there. She used her fingers, her breasts, her tongue. Never enough to push me over the edge, but enough to make me beg. My hips arched, my cock waving forlornly. She leaned forward and gave me a long lick from balls to tip. I groaned, trying to get just a bit more contact, but then she sat up, smiling devilishly. As I cooled off she grabbed my shaft in her hands and squeezed, then quickly let go. My groans of despair were music to her ears.
The torture went on. I lost all sense of time. I needed to cum!
Finally she got a glint in her eye. A few quick pumps with her hand and she drove me helplessly over the edge. And then she just. watched. me.
The utter despair of a ruined orgasm wracked my body. I was spurting big gouts of semen; but with no touch on my cock, I felt no waves of orgasmic pleasure. I cried out, lacking the stimulation I needed to truly experience the cum.
It turns out, she had used a cup to catch all of my semen. And then she made me taste it. All of it, holding it in my mouth, on my tongue, without swallowing. And she mocked me, for thinking I was a ladies’ man but lying there with fresh sperm in my mouth and a still-erect cock.
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Some other forbidden thoughts:
* The masseuse “folds me up,” my legs held up over my head. She slowly teases my cock as it points right at my own face. I ask her to not make me cum into my own mouth. She refuses.
* I have to take a strap-on, on my back in missionary. She stares into my eyes and hence into my soul, watching my entire world change as I get penetrated.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aoqb6w/some_thoughts_on_mf_dominant_masseuse