Gentle, Loving Femdom [FM] [gentle femdom] [creampie] [affection] [realism] [mutual pleasure]

I ran my fingers through your thick hair, across your strong jawline, and down your neck. As my nails traveled lightly across your chest, stopping to tease a nipple, I heard a gentle huff from you, the softest protest of my actions. You knew any outright denial at this stage was unacceptable, and besides, you wanted this as bad as I did.

“Shhhh, just relax,” I purred, my hand traveling further south as I took in your face. It was a contorted mixture of desire and frustration, and I saw your arms flexing tightly, desperate to break your wrists free of the bindings that held them securely to the bed posts. You had relinquished control to me, and there was no turning back now.

My hand reached the area just above your groin, the sensitive skin just below where the waistline of your pants would be. I dragged my nails across it, watching three red lines appear and watching your back arch in protest, causing your stiff cock to press against my arm. Again I ran my nails across your soft skin, watching your biceps flex angrily against your restraints. I was getting wet already and we hadn’t even gotten to the fun parts.

Sliding between your legs I took your hard shaft in one of my hands, gently running my soft fingers up and down its length, watching you squirm at my touch. You were absolutely helpless as you looked down at me, my hand wrapped around your manhood while you can only watch. Not breaking eye contact, I let my tongue run the length of your cock, dipping down to tease your balls, so full of lust, and watched your eyes roll back in your head. Years of this have made me a practiced lover, but I never get sick of seeing you gush over my teasing.

After a few more moments of teasing you, I craned my head upwards, taking you between my lips and letting you slide into my mouth. My tongue danced on the mushroom-like helmet of your cock, causing it to twitch and shake. I couldn’t help but giggle softly, letting the vibrations travel through your shaft, adding to the experience, and I heard an appreciative groan above me. With a free hand I cupped your testicles, gently massaging and kneading them, coaxing the gift inside them up to your member. Moments later I’m rewarded with a drop of precum that lands on my tongue, and the taste is enough to drive me wild.

My own sex was becoming more moist by the minute, and I couldn’t help but slip a free hand to my groin, sliding down my freshly shaven skin to my slit, rubbing it gently. My swollen clit is appreciative of the attention, and a soft moan escapes, muffled by your shaft, my lips still holding tight suction as my head bobs up and down. Each pass goes further and further, until I’m throating you, a soft, gagging, repetitive ‘gluck’ now audible in the room. Your own moans are getting louder, and your hips squirm underneath me. It’s pure ecstasy for both of us.

With a resounding ‘plop’ I watch your cock slip out of my mouth, and crawling atop you I meet you eye to eye, dipping down to kiss you. My teeth find your bottom lip, clamping around it and pulling it back to me before releasing it. It’s not enough to draw blood, but I know it’s enough to stir some anger in you. Your jaw clenches in response, and a wicked smile comes over my face. I love this.

“Do you want my pussy..?” I murmur to you, locking eyes with my slave. There’s a fire in your eyes, a raw desire that can’t be quenched by anything short of taking care of your raging erection that’s poking against my backside. There’s a temptation to stand up, to leave you high and dry just to see how you react. But my own wet slit begs for satisfaction.

“Yes,” you answer, trying not to plead, to beg. It’s almost comical, but I can’t fault you. We both know how well we fit together when we’re in these sheets.

“Yes what?” I ask in a domineering tone, taking your face in one hand, your balls in another behind me. I can never be as rough as the girls in the videos, but it seems to be enough to produce the desired effect.

“Yes I want your pussy, Mistress.”

With nothing but a wicked chuckle I release the grip on your testicles, watching you breathe a sigh of relief. Grabbing the bottle of lube from a side table, I coat your cock and my labia with the slick, clear liquid, and settle into position. The head of your cock sits at the entrance of my precious flower, and with a sigh I ease myself onto it. I’m always a little surprised at the way you fill me, and I bite my lip, trying not to give you the satisfaction. But God I love this cock.

We groan in unison as I take you to the hilt, your swollen sack contacting my supple ass. There’s a tingle that travels up my spine, and my own cravings take hold. Slowly my hips roll and buck, manipulating your cock inside me to press and push against those delicate parts that so crave attention. Up and down my pussy slides, taking you in and forcing you out, flexing those special muscles, milking your shaft. It’s a dance we’ve done before, but tonight feels different.

Your own hips rise to meet my efforts, and for a moment I see white lights appear before my eyes. It’s a split second of otherworldly pleasure, just before my body is hit with the perfect storm of orgasmic pleasure. This is where I fail at being a domme.

“Fuck..” I breathe, letting out a guttural moan, and the smile on your face says it all. You may be chained to the bed, but you know the magic your cock can do to me. Panting, I continue slamming myself down onto you, impaling my tight, pink pussy on your shaft. Again and again your head finds that spot, and my legs twitch as another orgasm rolls over me. But looking down I can see your jaw clenched again, this time trying to hold back. Your thighs are tight underneath me. Seizing the opportunity, I slow my pace, gripping my tiny flower tightly around your shaft.

“You can’t cum until I say so,” I murmur, bending down to kiss your lips, biting them softly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” you pant, watching your cock disappear again and again into the warm wetness of my slit.

“Eyes up,” I quip, bringing your chin up with a finger to look into your eyes. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Mistress,” you groan, your breathing increasingly labored as you try to hold back. The grimace on your face is almost comical, and your arms strain against the wrist cuffs keeping you from touching me. “Please.”

My pace quickens, and I bring a finger to my breasts, kneading and cupping them in my hands. You’ve always loved them, and keeping your hands from them all night has been torture for you. Keeping your gaze, I bite my lip and twist a nipple in my fingertips, sending a tingle down my back. At this point I want it as much as you do. My hips rock and buck furiously, unable to continue the facade.

“You can cum slave,” I announce in a stern voice, watching your face soften and feeling your hips again send your cock deep inside me. “Cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me,” I command, running my nails down your chest, digging them into your skin, tiny red tracks following behind them. “I want to feel it seep out of me when we’re done.”

With a roar your bottom lifts from the covers, pounding me from below as I feel jets of hot cum spew into me. I find my own orgasm as your shaft slides in and out of me, violent thrusts up as your cock pulses, your heavy balls draining their seed inside of me. My sex spasms around its partner, and looking into your eyes we share a moment of pure bliss, followed soon after by a long exhale from you, and complete relaxation of your lower half.

Sweating and spent, I watch your eyes close as your breathing continues in pants. Sliding off of you, I can indeed feel your warm cum dripping down my leg. You’d waited so long, such a patient boy.

Taking the tiny key from around my neck, I unlock your shackles watching your arms fall to your sides. I run a finger down your cheek, across your chin, past your lips. Leaning down, I plant the softest of kisses on your forehead, running my fingers through your hair, the soft touch of a familiar lover. I watch as a gentle smile forms on your face.

“When you’re ready,” I murmur into your ear. “You will come to the shower and help clean me. Understood?” I finish soft as a whisper, kissing your cheek.

And just as I turn to head towards the bathroom, your essence now flowing from my sex down my thighs, I hear your voice call out gently. I can’t contain a smile as I let my hair down, letting it fall softly past my shoulders, hearing exactly what I needed to after such a long week.

“Yes Mistress.”

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