[FM] My boyfriend Henry and I try some light femdom and edging on for size

As I mentioned previously, Henry and I had a fun, naked, [free use weekend](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h8k42p/fm_my_boyfriend_henrys_30m_and_my_28f_quarantine/) as a way of spicing things up after a [friend](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gvlx1f/fm_my_boyfriend_30m_and_i_28f_put_on_a_socially/) moved out of our apartment. At the end of the weekend, Henry confessed that he wanted me to try taking charge and incorporating possessiveness more in our sex life. We agreed to a new 24/7 free use rule for giving oral, and we started taking advantage of it immediately.

On the weekends, I rarely managed to watch TV on the couch without Henry kneeling in front of me, pulling my panties to the side, and burying his tongue in my pussy. And, for my part, I almost never let Henry make it to lunchtime on Saturday or Sunday without cumming, frequently having him wake up to his hard cock already in my mouth. For the first couple weeks or so, we hadn’t had the chance to truly engage in possessiveness and dominance beyond language (“tell me whose cock this is” and “I’m not letting you out of this bed until you cum in my mouth”), but we were greatly looking forward to the day that we had time for me to really give myself over to my truly dominant alter ego.

She has come out occasionally, such as when I peg Henry, but she’s still a guest star rather than a series regular in our lives. So when Henry and I turned off the lights and got in bed one Friday night about a week ago, Henry made the specific request that she make a guest appearance during his morning blow job. “What morning blow job?” I asked innocently.

Henry snorted, completely unwilling to go along with my casual gaslighting. He pulled me towards him until we were spooning and placed a sharp smack on the side of my ass. “Don’t be difficult,” he growled in my ear.

“I’ve never been more pleasant and accommodating in my life.”

“Lily.”

“Yes, of course I’m happy to go all femdom on your ass tomorrow.”

“It doesn’t have to be my ass!”

“It’s going to be your ass.”

“Well, I suppose if you HAVE to.”

We giggled a moment, and Henry wrapped his arm around me tighter. “So, when you say femdom,” he murmured slowly, “do you mean pegging plus spanking? Or do you mean something more?”

“Well it sounds like you want it to mean something more. What does it mean to you?”

He paused, either shy or struggling to articulate his words. “Could we try a power flipped scene? Light bondage, toys, the whole nine yards?”

Someone could have drowned in my panties. I cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, I could definitely try that. What kind of bondage and toys are you thinking?”

“Surprise me.”

He kissed my neck and thrusted against me gently from behind, simulating sex through our clothing. I reached a hand behind myself to wrap around the back of his head, holding his face closer against my neck and needing more. He slipped a hand under the waistband of my panties and played with my pussy gently, grinning against my neck when he felt how wet I was from the idea of dominating him. I moaned and moved my hand to the front of his boxer briefs, but he removed his hand from my panties to circle my wrist. He stilled his rocking. I huffed with frustration as he laced his fingers over mine and wrapped his arm around me, settling back into our comfortable spoon. “You’re a tease,” I whined.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I paused, fuming slightly that he turned the gaslighting around on me. “You’re going to regret that.”

He laughed lightly, scraping his teeth against the rim of my ear. “Let the hate flow through you.”

“You’re the actual worst. If you’re not going to let me cum, then at least let me go to bed without a Star Wars reference.”

“Sexually frustrated you are.”

“I will poison you and then peg someone else on your grave, Henry.”

The next morning, he was up and in the shower by the time I groggily hoisted myself out of bed. It took me a moment to wake up fully and remember our conversation from the night before. But once I did, a lightning bolt of excitement hit my stomach. And my pussy. I stripped my clothing in our bedroom, wolfed down a protein bar in the kitchen, and then joined him in the shower, a smile spreading across his face as I climbed in. “Welcome!” he grinned, spreading his arms with a flair of pageantry.

I didn’t say anything, taking a moment to get in character. I reached around him and turned the water tap hotter. He laughed and tried to turn it back to his preferred Antarctic temperatures, a game we play almost every time we shower together, but this time I refused to move my hand. With the hand not on the tap, I gently pushed his chest until his back was pressed against the cold tile wall. “Don’t touch the fucking tap.”

His breathing shallowed as he realized what was happening. He nodded. I stood on my tiptoes as much as was safe in the shower and kissed him, biting down on his lower lip harder than necessary to make my point. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gently circling my waist. I broke the kiss early, leaving him breathless and disoriented. Lowering my voice to a hoarse growl, I whispered my instructions. “Take the handcuffs from the top drawer of my bedside table and put them on so that your hands are tied behind your back. Then lay on the bed face down.”

Henry’s cock stirred against my stomach. “Ok,” he whispered breathlessly, his face an incredible mixture of excitement and fear.

I took a step back to allow him out of the shower, watching as he quickly dried off and scurried out of the bathroom. I took my time washing up, enjoying the idea of him waiting for me restlessly without not knowing when I would come in or what I would do to him when I did. Taking a couple minutes to shave my legs and exfoliate, all the while with a wicked smile on my face as I imagined him laying naked on our bed, I worked out a game plan.

A few minutes later, I sauntered into the bedroom to find Henry displayed for me exactly the way I asked. “Lily?” he called out softly as he heard my footsteps, his face turned away from the door and his body face down on the bed.

I walked over to the closet and slipped on my highest pair of black stilettos, needing the extra height and sexiness to stay in character. “Lily isn’t here right now,” I murmured, running a hand from his Achilles’ tendon up his calf and past his thigh until my fingertips brushed against his ass, “But I’m happy to take a message.”

I placed a hard smack on his ass cheek, enjoying the way my palm stung. His hands clenched within the handcuffs, and his sharp intake of breath sounded like it could have been from either the pain or his excitement. Or both. I bent over and picked up my lace panties from the day before off the floor, balling them in my fist. Walking over to the side of the bed where Henry’s face looked out, I gave him another instruction. “Open your mouth, pet,” I murmured softly.

He did as he was told, and I slowly pushed my panties in his mouth. His eyes were wide, and his cheeks flushed as he breathed deeply through his nose. I pressed a smug kiss on his cheek and then leaned in to whisper in his ear, pausing the action for a moment. “Do you remember how to give a safeword like this?”

He nodded and grunted out our non-verbal safeword rhythm to demonstrate. “Good,” I whispered, biting his ear roughly.

Gliding back to the foot of the bed, I grabbed one of his ankles in each hand and pulled him down until his ass was lined up at the edge of the bed and his knees were bent with the balls of his feet on the floor. Spreading his legs more, I stared down at him. His asshole was visible enough to entice me, but I could also see his balls hanging between him and the bed. Smiling to myself, I started there.

I kneeled on the ground behind him and buried my nose between his cheeks, taking note of the way he flinched at my first touch and then relaxed into it. My tongue swirled around his balls. The sensory deprivation of not being able to see what I was doing must have heightened every sensation, including the fear. I sucked his balls into my mouth from behind one at a time. The image of his hard cock pressing into the bed without any hope of release made me smile wickedly again and attack his balls with enthusiasm. But then he had to go and ruin my fun.

Henry pushed his ass back against my face, and I immediately withdrew. I placed a hard couple smacks on each of his cheeks. “Did I say that you could take the lead?”

His head shook side to side. “Do you think I walked in here with any intention of letting you have even a crumb of control?” I asked rhetorically.

He shook his head again vigorously. “So then why did you do it, Henry? Did you want to be punished?”

He seemed incapable of answering my question, especially with my panties in his mouth. “How do you suggest I punish you?” I asked softly, dangerously, “Should I get out the riding crop?”

He paused, and then he nodded his head slowly. My pussy flooded. I had never used it on him before, but I had used it on women occasionally and he had used it on and in front of me too many times to count, including one shared session on a woman we had brought into our bedroom a few years prior. I took the crop out of our lesser-used toy kit in the closet, whipping it through the air a few times to remind myself how it moved and felt in my hand. I also took the opportunity to grab a vibrating prostate massager with a flat, flared base and some lube, and I placed them gently on the bed. Slowly, I rubbed the tip of the riding crop against one of his ass cheeks. “Are you ready for your punishment, pet?”

He nodded, his face still turned away from me. I flicked it against his right ass cheek, hard enough to make a satisfying sound but not so hard as to leave a bruise. His body tensed, and he groaned. I rubbed the crop against the surface of his ass, murmuring softly to him. “That was one. Do you think you deserve another?”

He nodded again. I smacked the crop against his other cheek with the same strength. Henry moaned, my panties muffling the sound. “That was two. Do you think your punishment should continue? And even harder?”

He nodded enthusiastically. I smiled to myself. This was really fucking fun, and I loved being able to continuously ask for his preferences while staying in character. Raising the crop above my head, I whipped it against each of Henry’s cheeks in quick succession as I counted: fronthand and then backhand, three and then four. His cheeks reddened slightly in front of my eyes, his soft, muffled groans music to my ears. I tossed the crop on the bed and lightly dusted my fingertips over each of his cheeks. “Well done,” I murmured, pressing soft kisses against his warm, sensitive skin.

I gently massaged his ass and his lower back, climbing up his body in a straddle. After reaching and rubbing his shoulders roughly, I held out my hand in front of his face. He pushed my panties out of his mouth and into my palm with his tongue. I kissed my way from his shoulder to his neck and up his jawline, laying my body flush against his so that he could feel my tits and my pussy rubbing on him. “Did you like that, pet?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Do you need more?”

“Yes.”

Smiling to myself, I pushed my panties back into his mouth. I pressed my palms against Henry’s back for balance and rotated to sit midway up his back and face his ass. Taking the riding crop back into my hands, I gently brushed it against the angry red marks that had formed in the last minute. “An ass like this deserves attention,” I murmured, lightly rubbing the crop against the sensitive parts of his cheeks.

Without warning, I landed another two hard whips, loving the way Henry’s body flinched underneath me. I didn’t pause, extending my hand down to hit the backs of his thighs a couple times as well. He moaned, grinding his cock into the bed slowly with a couple thrusts. With the riding crop still in my hand, I used my palms to spread his ass and I dove my tongue in, swirling around the rim and then pushing inside his hole. His entire body tensed and then relaxed just as quickly as I devoured him, rubbing my pussy against his back as I licked and sucked and kissed his ass. He tried to grind into the bed again, but I drew back my face and slapped the crop against the sensitive, reddened parts of his ass cheeks. “Your cock will get attention later,” I hissed, placing the crop on the bed again.

I dripped some lube on my fingers and rubbed them around his hole, teasing him by pushing in just the slightest hints of my fingertips. With my other hand, I put the vibrating prostate massager in my mouth, warming it up for him. Slowly, painstakingly, I fingered his ass, intentionally avoiding touching his prostate on every other inward push. His soft groans were life-giving, and I had to slap his ass again to remind him not to tense his cheeks. After a moment, I took the massager out of my mouth and balanced it on one of his cheeks as I dripped lube on it. His breathing got shallower as he felt the silicone on his ass, anticipating what was coming next.

After the massager was sufficiently lubricated and the inside of his ass sufficiently teased, I slipped the massager inside and pulsed it there rapidly for a second, watching the way Henry’s legs tensed and one of them lifted off the ground. Without giving him a moment to breathe, I turned it on. The result was instantaneous, his groans taking on a life of their own as his prostate was aggressively stimulated by the massager. I smiled and bit my lip, smacking his ass a couple of times to send shockwaves of pain and pleasure up his body.

I got up from the bed and walked around until I was slightly higher than his head. Sitting down and spreading my legs, I held my hand out in front of his mouth again. He pushed my panties out into my hand again, his brow knit together in pleasure. “Fuck, Lily,” he moaned.

I smirked and tangled one of my hand in his hair, pulling his face up to look at me. “It’s time for you to earn your keep,” I whispered.

He swallowed and nodded as much as he could. Slowly, I pushed his face down to my pussy, wrapping one of my legs over his shoulder and resting the stiletto heel against his back with enough pressure to threaten, but not enough to cause pain. He dove right in, his frantic movements taking my breath away. His tongue darted around: first flicking rapidly against my clit and then pushing into my dripping cunt. I moaned and laid back on the bed, feeling like a goddess as he lavished me with attention. I felt an orgasm approach as he sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue against it. “Don’t you dare stop,” I whispered.

He kept his pressure consistent, the sound of the vibrating massager’s muffled buzzing and my own soft moans filling the room. I pulled his face against me harder as I came, my body shaking against the bed. Quickly, I became too sensitive, and I pushed his face away, the aftershocks still shooting through my body. I removed my leg from his shoulder and dipped down to kiss him roughly, shoving my tongue into his mouth and then biting his lower lip. He kissed me back desperately, his arms still handcuffed behind his back.

I got up and grabbed the keys to the handcuffs, unlocking them swiftly and massaging each of Henry’s wrists and arms in turn. He relaxed into the bed, his sore arms finally spreading across the sheets. I only gave him a moment to relax. “Center yourself on the bed and get on your back.”

He did as I asked, moaning and pausing occasionally as his movements shifted the massager inside of him. After a moment, he settled down. I walked up the side of the bed and got on it on my knees, swinging a leg over him and lowering my pussy onto his face. His hands, now finally free, reached up to play with my tits, his fingers pinching and pulling on my nipples. I leaned down and licked up a drop of precum from the tip of his cock. “Warn me when you’re about to cum,” I whispered before sinking my lips down the length of his erection.

He groaned into my pussy, his neglected cock filling my mouth. His hands came around to spread my ass over his face. I slowly bobbed my head, taking him fully into my mouth and then pulling back with a sucking pop with every pass. Moving my hands to his thighs for leverage, I held myself up and began sucking his cock with earnest, suctioning my cheeks and moaning into his shaft as I increased my speed. In no time at all, he was pulling his face back from my pussy to warn me. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

No the fuck he wasn’t. I immediately removed my mouth, his frustrated groan reverberating across the room as he realized that I was going to be edging him for my next trick. I waited a moment, grinding my pussy against his face and waiting for his growing orgasm to subside. Placing a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock, I took him into my mouth again, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed. His fingers tensed their grips on my ass cheeks as he got close again, his body no match for the combination of my mouth and the prostate massager. He tapped a hand against my ass rapidly to signify another almost-orgasm, and I withdrew again. I let him bring me to another orgasm with his tongue, my thighs clenching around his face as I came.

My clit was too sensitive for me to continue to enjoy oral, so I got off of him and sat down gently on his chest. “Lily,” he whimpered behind me, the buzzing of the massager almost drowning out his soft words, “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I smirked over my shoulder.

I slid down his body and lifted my pelvis until my dripping pussy was hovering over his erection where it lay on his stomach. I reached a hand down and angled it upward. Arching my back and looking over my shoulder at him, I slowly lowered my pussy onto his cock. He moaned, his hands coming up to grab my hips and hold me in place. I slapped them off. “You don’t get to set the pace,” I hissed.

He released me, and I began bouncing as quickly as I could, clenching my cunt around his erection. He groaned loudly and settled for holding onto my ankles. I leaned forward and placed my palms on his calves, needing leverage to ride him with more force. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum. Please, can I cum?” he groaned.

“Only if you tell me whose cock this is.”

“Yours,” he whispered, barely holding on.

“Who is allowed to fuck this cock, Henry?” I insisted.

“Only you,” he strained, “fuck, Lily, only you.”

“Then cum in my pussy, pet.”

He groaned loudly, his legs tensing in my hands as he finally reached his release. Hot cum flooded my cunt, spilling down the sides of his cock as I relentlessly rode him through his orgasm. Eventually, his groans subsided, and I slowed my movements. I got off of him, his cock slipping out and flopping against his stomach. Kicking my stilettos off the second my feet touched the floor, I gently rolled Henry on his front and turned off the massager, removing it slowly as I kissed his sensitive cheeks. I quickly placed it in the bathroom sink to remind us to clean it later, and I grabbed a towel before coming back to the bedroom. After a moment of cleaning up the lube from Henry’s ass and the bedspread, I kissed and massaged my way up his body. I took special care around his wrists, pressing soft kisses to the circles where the handcuffs had held him steady. Finally, I was again straddling him and rubbing his shoulders, leaning in close as I rubbed them, my nipples brushing his back. “How are you feeling, honey?”

He grunted in response. “Is that a good grunt?”

He grunted again. I laughed and swung my leg over him to lay on the bed and cuddle his side. He turned and pulled me towards him until our naked bodies were flush together. He looked absolutely exhausted. “That was perfect,” he whispered, kissing me gently.

I held him in my arms, rubbing my hands across his back. Struggling not to laugh, I put on my best Yoda impression: “Sexually satisfied you are.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h9t64f/fm_my_boyfriend_henry_and_i_try_some_light_femdom