Men who misbehave don’t get what they want [Fm][Femdom][Bondage]

This is a real story, obviously (see more notes at the bottom). There’s some context first that makes the story nicer to read, but if you only want the sexies, skip to the bolded “men who misbehave don’t get what they want”.

Anyway. I have a fuckbuddy. And he’s a great toy. He’s amazing at eating me out and fucking me, has a very sexy muscular body and we have amazing chemistry. You can find some material of us together in my post history.

He hadn’t been very good to me lately. Sometimes I feel that he takes me for granted, or makes no effort to treat me in the way I want to be treated, and I’m having none of that – there’s plenty of men who would kill to fuck a woman like me. And so I told him I didn’t want to fuck for a while. It was a big change, going from twice a week to not at all, with no end in sight. He got frustrated and incredibly horny by day three. Take something away from someone, and suddenly they realise what they had.

During this time, I told him not to orgasm. I gave him small assignments to keep me in his thoughts – send me a picture of your hard cock, twice a day, giving me a reason why you’re lucky to fuck me. Edge for me in the showers at work and send me a video. Send me five porn gifs – with a specific request for every single one. When I met him for a friendly coffee, I wore a dress that he’d previously fucked me in. I stroked his cock under the table when no one was watching. All of this built up enough horniness in him that me standing close to him and looking at him right made him hard. *Good*.

He is a man who loves nothing more than pleasing a woman. Sure, he loves a good blowjob and nice sex as much as the next man, but if I’d want to make him super happy, I’d ask him to spend two hours between my legs, eating me out. It’s his favourite thing in the world – something about the feel and smell, the way it makes a woman wriggle and squirm and moan, the servitude of it. I knew that once we’d fuck again, he’d want to make up for what he did to me by pleasing me – touching me the way I like to be touched, kissing my sensitive nipples, eating me out until I come three, four times in a row – which he does often.

**Men who misbehave don’t get what they want.**

It was early morning when I allowed him to meet me again for sex – we’d have about an hour together. I walked down to let him into my apartment in a dark red wrap dress – very thin material, my hard nipples poking through. His eyes widened at the sight of me. We kissed in the elevator, his hungry hands sliding into my dress to fondle my breasts, and then my ass, feeling I was not wearing any underwear.

I closed my front door behind me and he pushed me against it, rough and passionate in a way that many women can only dream of. “Don’t touch me”, I said.

He looked up startled, trying to read me. Was something wrong? Was this not what I wanted?

“Take off your clothes”. I stepped back and leaned against the wall, still in my dress. I stared him down as he slowly removed his shirt, his shoes, his pants – cock bulging through his underwear. He loves when I stare him down, making him feel vulnerable and exposed, looking at him full of lust. I only broke eye contact with him once he was fully naked – looking over his muscular body, his hard cock.

“Get on the bed”. I pulled out the restraints that I have permanently fixed to my bed – a benefit of living by myself as a single woman. I secured his left wrist, then his right. I climbed on top of him and sat down, still in my red dress, and kissed him deeply. I felt his hard cock throb against my pussy, his hips bucking, his hands pulling involuntarily against the restraints.

I sat up and looked at him. “If I were you, I’d want nothing more than to touch me all over. I’m not going to give you that”. He let out a soft moan, filled with anguish and horniness. I slowly untied my wrap dress, revealing one breast, and then the other, slipped it off my shoulders and let it fall down. “So sexy”, he whispered, almost in disbelief. He tried to sit up to kiss my nipples, and I pushed him back down by his throat. “Please”, he breathed, a few times. “No”, I laughed back every time. I was having fun, and I didn’t care what he wanted. More than that – not giving him what he wanted was directly turning me on, power and dominance rushing through me. He owed me his suffering. I *wanted* his suffering. We kissed more, and he trembled trying not to move his hips, and let out more desperate, delicious moans.

I climbed off of him and got on him again the other way around, facing his feet, [my now dripping pussy no more than an inch from his face](https://i.imgur.com/Hxtkq6E.jpg). Time to start the real torture. “*Don’t you dare lick me*”, I said. He’s a good toy, and so I knew he would obey, but it’d be the hardest thing he’d ever done for me – especially after weeks off from fucking.

I took his cock in my mouth, slowly licking it up and down. “Please”, he moaned again. “This is torture. You smell so good”. I laughed, and slid his cock down my throat. I love being in the 69 position – it makes deepthroating easy and smooth, a delight. “*Please*. May I?”, he whispered. I laughed again. No. I enjoyed working his cock slowly – the involuntary hip twitches he makes when I blow him are so very sexy. I tasted precum, salty and delicious, proof of how horny I’d made him. I got his cock very wet with spit – the way I like it – and used one hand to stroke it, too. I could feel him pulsate in my hand.

“This is so difficult”, he moaned, increasingly frustrated – the scent from my wet pussy strong and hungering. I sat back slightly, and the lips of my pussy were now touching his mouth, and I could feel his lips quiver against mine – wetness between both. “It’s torture”, he moaned again, a lot more desperate this time. “Let me eat you”. “No.” *Men who misbehave don’t get what they want*. I bucked my hips slowly, rubbing my pussy very softly against his face. He let out a loud, frustrated moan. I reached back with one hand and spread my lips, opening them up to reveal the entrance to my pussy, glistening and wet. “Oh, fuck”, was all he could say. He was moaning in frustration every second now. “Let me touch you. I’m going crazy here”. I laughed again. “It’s really difficult not to”, he whimpered. “That sucks”, I laughed, in between licking his cock. “*I’m* having fun”.

I could feel him start to get close to coming, and so I turned around, facing him again. I put my hand on his cock and slid him into my pussy, slowly feeling him fill me up. His submission had made me incredibly wet. We moaned together, and his hands pulled on the restraints again. “*This* is how I like you”, I moaned. Hungry and desperate and reduced to a whimpering mess. “You’re so hot”, he breathed. “Sexy goddess”. I like when he calls me that. He was no longer a man; he was a toy, a very nice dildo for me to use just as I liked, one that squirmed and moaned and made me super horny with his despair. “It’s so nice how you torture me”. Aching in his voice. “*I know*”. I slowly started riding him, gyrating my hips so my clit rubbed against him. His hands were even more desperate now, trying to touch me. “Not until after you’ve come”, I smiled. It didn’t stop him from trying, wanting to please me, his hands craving the feel of my soft skin.

It was some of the best sex I’d ever had – his cock rock hard inside of me, him hopeless and yearning underneath me – me in full control, moving at *my* pace, savouring every second of my power trip. He was straining so hard it made him sweaty, and his frustrated moans didn’t stop for a single second.

I got onto my feet and put my hands on his chest – it gives me more control and I can fuck him harder that way – and rode him to orgasm like that. “I’m gonna come”, he whimpered, and I told him to look at me. His orgasms are mine. I felt hot cum shooting deep into my pussy, his cock throbbing. His moans were so satisfying and sexy and his eyes held mine with desperation and submissiveness.

He laid there, panting, recovering in a haze of bliss, and I moved my hips slowly with his cock still inside of me. He thought it was over, that he’d made it to the end of my torture. “You wanted to taste me?” I said, and I looked at him with sly smile. It wasn’t a question. He looked back at me, suddenly unsure what I was planning.

Without a further word I climbed up towards him and [sat down on his face](https://i.imgur.com/qE3gHNu.jpg). Hot cum drizzled from my pussy into his mouth. This was a line we’d never crossed before. But he’d been so good to me… And men who behave well get what they want. Even if what they want is covered in their cum. He lapped at my pussy, hungrily and eagerly – he was glad to serve me, even if he had to pay a price to do so. My hips bucked as he licked and kissed all my favourite spots. I rode his face a little bit, getting his cum and my juices on his lips, his cheeks, his nose. I always enjoy looking at his face when it’s all glistening and wet from my pussy. This time, it was extra hot.

My favourite way to be eaten out is when I get to lie back on my Liberator, and so when I got tired from sitting on his face, I had him fetch it and eat me out. He knows my body so well – and when he eats me out he does so slowly, gently, and with an incredibly sexy look of pleasure and contentedness on his face. I stroked his hair while he ate me out, and had him dip his fingers into my pussy and lick off the cum. We kissed with that taste on his tongue, of my pussy wet from being in complete control, and of the cum I’d made him give to me, and it tasted of hot, hot sex. He played with my nipples while he ate me out, and I moaned and writhed softly. He’s a good toy. I came twice like that and it wasn’t difficult – him being amazing at eating pussy, and the incredible memories of the sex earlier fresh in my mind.

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Hope you enjoyed this! We have the whole thing on video (it’s about 30 minutes), but we don’t want to show our faces online, so we’re not sure if there’s a point to uploading a video like this blurred. Would be curious to hear if there’s any interest. It’s really something else to see how desperate he gets!

And also, writing erotica is new to me, so would love to hear any feedback!

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bp1mhq/men_who_misbehave_dont_get_what_they_want