Today [FMM] [Gentle Femdom] – Part 2 of 2

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Thomas, ten years ago

Tonight is going to be intense. I haven’t seen Jonquil this excited for some time. A set of urethral sounds came in the mail this morning, and she wants me to watch her open the package.

The first time I heard about sounding was a loud call from Jonquil in the study. It was about a week ago.

“Come here quick, Thomas!” When I came in the door, Jonquil had her face in the monitor. “Watch this!”

She hit play. A man was sticking a piece of metal into his penis. Then he attached a TENS unit and turned it on. He let out a deep grunt and that was the end of the video. All I could think was, “What the fuck?” Jonquil turned to me with a huge grin.

“I know – what the hell was that, right? That was what I thought. Then I found out what it is called. ‘Sounding’ – that is the term for it. I found a lot more videos.”

Later she told me she had to search for terms like “peehole”. I could tell it disturbed her. There is a perfectly good word for that part of the anatomy: urethra.

For most of the evening, we watched sounding videos and she searched for articles and blogs about it. Other than the first grunting man, Jonquil’s reaction to the videos was to murmur “yummy” or “mm”. Finally, she put it in sentences:

“There is something so delicious about a hard penis with that much lube on the glans, and the sensations have to be amazing. The urethra is not normally touched, so it must be super sensitive. A nice, hard, slippery cock with a nice, hard, slippery metal rod… Yum.”

A couple of the videos showed stretching sounds. I definitely didn’t like the sound of that, so I said in a neutral tone, “I am not sure I want to stretch my urethra.”

“Good God,” she said. “I don’t like body modification at all. You know that. Are you a little freaked out by the idea of sounding?” She paused, then said, “Be honest with me.”

“I am not freaked out by sounding, it’s just the stretching and making a slit in the head of the penis that bother me. But I am willing to try just regular sounding.”

Her eyes drilled into me. “Why are you willing to try it, if it is not something that interests you?”

“You’re interested by it, and I want You to look at me and think I’m yummy. I want to serve You, so it checks a lot of boxes overall.”

She stood up and wrapped Her hand around the back of my neck. “You are yummy.” She sucked my lips and then bit them. “Now, don’t be silly. I want to look at the sounds available on this site.”

That was the whole discussion of urethra sounding. She bought some things – I was only paying half attention to what She was buying. I had a weird feeling in my belly. I wasn’t lying about wanting Her to see me as delicious as the men She’d watched in the videos. It made me feel kind of antsy to think of Her looking at me, licking Her lips and saying “Yum.” But I didn’t know how it was going to feel. It could be painful or gross. Neither of us were into scat or urine, so the whole urethra thing was confusing. What if there was a squirt of pee? Or worse – what if I started to bleed? I trusted Her, so I wasn’t thinking of Her doing anything wrong. I just read one comment where a guy sometimes bled after sounding. That would be a huge turnoff for Her, not to mention worrisome for me. I mulled all this over until today. As soon as I heard Her call for me, I knew the purchases were here.

I follow Jonquil into the office, and she is already opening the box. She has a wide smile on her face. Too excited to care, she pitches packing material all around the desk and onto the floor. She holds up a black leather case in one hand and a tube in the other.

“There are some single use lubes in the box, too. I want to test both types of lube to see what works best.”

I can’t help it. I am starting to get kind of excited too. I am pretty sure She will want to tie me up before She starts experimenting on me. She catches my eye.

“Pet, bring the standing mirror from the bedroom and the gooseneck lamp from My study.”

When I bring them to her, She has me set them up in the play room, then says, “Go get your chair from My study.”

I put the chair in front of the mirror, and She sits down. To myself, I shake my head. Where is this going? In Her hand, She has the smallest sound from the set – basically a long thin round piece of steel with a petal shape at the tip, and a bottle of lube. I look again, and see that she has one of the single use packets of lube in Her hand as well. She looks them over.

“I need gauze, rubbing alcohol, one of those instrument trays, disposable gloves, and a small table. The end table next to My desk will do.”

Without questioning Her, I get the things She requires and return. The questions are zooming around in my head. It doesn’t feel like She is preparing me at all. No climb into sub space. I try not to frown as She puts the sound and all the lube on the table and stands up. To my surprise, She pops Her dress up over Her head and hands it to me.

“Hang that, would you?”

I come back from hanging Her dress to see Her wearing nothing but a bra and disposable gloves, seated on the chair, wiping the sound with a dripping piece of gauze. She waves the sound in the air. I suppose She is drying it off – which would make sense, because rubbing alcohol would burn in the urethra. She opens the tube of lube and drips it onto the tip of the sound, and then guides the lube down half the length of it. She spreads Her legs and says, “Angle that light to hit My vulva.” I kneel and move the lampshade until Her pussy is lit. As I kneel there, looking up at Her, She guides the tip of the sound to Her urethra and gives it a gentle push. She wiggles Her hips forward a bit, and slides the sound in further. When I hear Her intake of breath, I look up at Her face. I have never seen an expression like that. She lets Her breath out slowly, and moves the sound further in. There are goosebumps all over Her arms and legs. Then I see there are goosebumps on Her sides. Her nipples are like little pink rocks.

She pulls out the sound and shivers. There is a little puddle on the seat of the chair. She is still utterly covered in goosebumps. I want to get Her a robe, but I wait for Her to speak first.

Finally, she says, “What a feeling. I can’t describe it to you. It’s just naughty and unique. There is a little stretching feeling to it – but not a painful one, just a filling feeling. I have never touched My urethra before. It’s like a strange kind of defloration.” She paused. “I need you to clean this up. I am going to try the single use lube next.”

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Tyler, 15 months ago

I don’t know how to cope. Miss Jonquil just dressed me down. She never yelled, but it was still like getting pelted by rocks. I didn’t expect it. All I said was I would rather spend the day with Her than go to class.

“You are not to skip classes. I do not like handing out punishments, but playing hooky – especially as an adult! – will make Me very cross. Cross enough to dole out punishment.”

She made me stand straight up, hands at my sides the entire time She chewed me out, hands on Her hips and a frown on Her face. She told me that standing at attention would be my “position of service” from here on out. She laid it all out. I was to finish my coursework – and do as well as possible, as measured by grades. I was to find appropriate employment after receiving my degree. I was to serve Her in all hours not taken by classes or work. I was to eat properly and get at least 7 hours of sleep every night. Things I enjoy like movies, TV, and the Internet were completely secondary to classes, work and service. No alcohol of any kind for a month, just for making a joke that was not funny. She was actually tapping Her foot at one point, and I felt like a little kid. I almost cried like one. I also felt a little pissed off, but the kind of piss-off that isn’t supportable. Like being pissed off because someone caught you, not pissed off because it wasn’t just.

My first class of the day meets in a little over an hour. I’m only 20 minutes away by bicycle, so I don’t have an excuse for not getting there in time. I could even take my bike into the classroom and park it in the back. I’ve done that before. But the whole thing is that I don’t feel like sitting there when I know Miss Jonquil is so pissed at me. I want to do something to appease Her. BUT… If I don’t go, She will be even more pissed – which I don’t want either.

Suddenly, an expression comes to me. “When the rubber hits the road.” It has to do with proving something is able to perform the exact activities in the exact environment. I am supposed to show Her that when the rubber hits the road, I can do it. I can take a scolding and then nut up to do what is required.

I pick up my backpack and grab my bike as I go past it. Then I am out the door and riding to class. It’s called “nutting up”.

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Thomas, 8 years ago

Jonquil is wearing nothing other than a long strand of pearls, and I am restrained on the bed, spreadeagled. Her perfect pussy is shaven so close – it is like She waxed it. The strand of beads hangs just a little lower than Her pussy lips. As she walks toward me, I watch the pearls bump and sway, a couple of them neatly touching the cleft every time they sway.

Coming close to the edge of the bed, She says, “No blindfold this time, My Pet. I want you to see everything.” After saying that, She takes the necklace off, tilts Her head back, opens Her mouth and drops the strand of pearls in. Slowly, She pulls the necklace out, pearls glistening. She loops the strand in Her hands to make a double strand, and then glides the pearls across Her nipples, making them stand out proudly. My cock is so hard it hurts. I hold my breath as She climbs onto the bed. She puts the necklace in Her mouth again, and draws it out dripping wet. She makes a double strand and puts the beads on each side of my right nipple – then draws the necklace slowly across them. “Breathe, Pet,” She says, switching nipples. I have just enough air to groan. She flashes me a grin. She knows what She is doing to me…

The wet pearls trail along my torso, getting warmer and dryer as they go, until She puts them in Her mouth again. Then She snakes them around my hard cock all the way to the head. With both Her hands, she moves them around me. I’m breathing hard, trying to hold it together.

“Don’t come yet, My Pet,” She says quietly. “I want something more.” She wets the beads in Her mouth again. Rub, rub rub. Her hands don’t stop, and I contort as much as the restraints let me. I am trying so hard not to come yet.

Miss Jonquil, my domme, my lover, my wife – curls up next to my hip. In the voice She knows I can’t resist, She says, “When I see your cock like this, the head all slippery and pink, I think ‘Yummy.'” She lowers Her head over my cock and places wet kisses all over the head. She runs Her tongue around it, and then tickles the underside with just the tip of Her tongue. She licks and sucks the head of my cock like it’s an ice cream cone, Her eyes on my face, Her tit touching my leg, the pearls rubbing the shaft. I can’t bear much more.

“Come for me, Pet.”

She holds my cock so that my cum spurts and then puddles on my chest and belly.

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Tyler, 18 months ago

There is a scary mood in the play room. There is a bunch of toys set out on a metal tray and the chair Miss Jonquil likes to torture me in. I see the sound – I like sounding. It is a weird, pleasing sensation. I don’t see any ginger. I see the flogger and blindfold. She loves to torture me with the flogger, because She tickles me with it, never hits. Anal beads. Not my favorite, but I don’t mind them too much, especially if She uses them when I am close to coming. Then She pulls them all out and it’s actually pretty amazing.

I’m a little worried about the drill and the mallet. The wheelbarrow is really freaking me out. I see She has the knee straps on the chair’s stirrups. Thomas sets me up, restraining my wrists and ankles. He told me he lives vicariously through some of these sessions. I feel so bad that he can’t do some of these things with Her any more, so I don’t mind him watching.

She has the flogger in her hand.

“Are you ready to play, My Toy?”

“Yes, Miss Jonquil.”

She pops the blindfold over my eyes, and I feel the falls of the flogger trailing over my chest and nipples. I want to groan, but I keep it in. I’m going to be Her good boy.

She lubes the head of my dick, and I feel the sound circling around the hole. Circles, circles, a little dip in, circles, circles. My body is pulling against the restraints, and a sound comes from my throat. Circles. She gently pushes the sound in and turns it. That drives me so crazy.

“Don’t come yet, Toy.”

“No, Miss Jonquil.”

“You aren’t scared, are you?

“No, Miss Jonquil.”

“Then I need to start the next part.”

She straps in my knees. I hear the whirring sound of the drill for a moment. Then I feel something hard and cold on my kneecap.

“You will feel a pinch, My Toy. Be brave for me.”

I hear that whirring sound, and all of a sudden, my knee hurts so fucking bad! I scream out my safe word. All the sounds stop.

Miss Jonquil takes off my blindfold and both She and Thomas start taking the restraints off.

“Are you okay, Tyler?”

I am too shook up to talk for a minute. Then I say, “I think so.” I look at my knee. It isn’t even pink. But it hurt so bad. I look up at Miss Jonquil.

She says, “You know I would never actually hurt you, right, Tyler? I never touched you with the drill. Never. Thomas was holding the drill. I put the tip of the sound on your knee and touched it with a vibrator.”

She kisses Me and holds Me, but I am done talking. Thomas helps Her get me to bed, and She curls up behind me, spooning me, smoothing my hair with Her fingers. As She talks to me, I stop shaking. I hold onto Her arms and cry a little.

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Thomas, 18 months ago

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I find Jonquil in the bathtub crying. She didn’t even run water in it. She’s naked and crying. I say Her name and She looks up.

“I am such a monster…” She says in this tiny voice.

I try to take Her in my arms, but She resists.

“No. I don’t deserve it. I’m horrible.”

She has had a dom drop here and there in our years together, but She has never resisted my aftercare. I have to get Tyler in here. Now.

He is in his room, and he still looks a little shaken.

“Tyler, Jonquil needs you.”

“Yes, Thomas.”

“No, Tyler, look at me. This is something really specific. She needs you because She is going through a drop.” He still looks blank. “Dom drop, Tyler. She needs you to tell Her She is not a terrible person for scaring you.” I pause. “Do you think She is terrible?”

“No!”

“Then you need to go into Her bathroom and let Her know She is okay, everything will be all right, you don’t hate Her.”

“I don’t hate Her!” He exits his room, not quite running for the master bedroom.

He gets there ahead of me, but I can hear his voice.

“Miss Jonquil, You are the most amazing person I have ever known. I love You so much.”

I come through the door in time to see him wrapping his arms around Her, holding Her tight and kissing Her hair.

“I was so horrible to you-” She starts to say.

“You aren’t horrible. You’re amazing.” He kisses Her hair.

“I didn’t mean to scare you that badly.”

“I know. I asked You to scare me. I’ve been asking You to scare me for a long time.”

“But you thought I was actually going to drill your kneecaps! I’m a monster!”

He doesn’t talk for a few moments. He is just kissing Her.

“I didn’t know what I was asking for. I don’t ever want to be scared again.” He pauses. “Do you know something, Miss Jonquil? I didn’t know what I was asking for, and You made it the perfect scene. It was really scary. You did a great job.” He kisses Her. “You made a perfect scene, and taught me I don’t want to be scared.”

In a really weird way, I am happy to see him comforting Her. I have worried about what would happen between them if I am gone. He is strong enough, smart enough and loves Her enough to give Her what She needs. I feel horrible that both of them were traumatized by the experience, but if they can get past this, they are going to be just fine.

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Jonquil, today

The collaring ceremony was so beautiful. I had Thomas by My side the whole time, and Tyler was led to us. They both looked so handsome, so polished.

Tyler’s collar looks like a regular gold chain necklace with a golden circle suspended from it. The leash is another gold chain with a pretty gold lobster claw catch at one end and a woven gold wrist strap at the other. He wears his collar, and I carry My leash for the ceremony. These things are private, to be put away at home and used at home – only for the most important moments we have together.

We’re at the reception dinner now, and I couldn’t be prouder of My two gorgeous men. They are gorgeous to Me because I know them inside and out, and there aren’t two purer hearts in the world than theirs.

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Thomas, 6 years from now

I don’t know how I am going to tell Tyler about the accident. She was always such a cautious driver. It wasn’t Her fault. It wasn’t even the other driver’s fault. The traffic light malfunctioned and gave them both green arrows. His pickup truck took Her compact over the far curb into a pole. The driver’s side wrapped around the pole.

When the doctor came out of surgery to tell me She had passed on the table, all I could do was just sit back down on the seat I stood up from. All the air went out of me like I was gut-punched. The love of my life is gone. My Miss Jonquil. I have no one to serve.

I’m sitting in an empty house. All I told Tyler was that it was an emergency, and he needed to come home – but he should drive carefully.

When he gets here, I will have to tell him that She is gone. It is nothing any of us imagined. I always figured I would be the first to go, and Tyler would serve Her. Now it’s all wrong. We’re here and She isn’t. I feel empty. I’m a sock. No foot there. Nothing to fill it and give it meaning. I’m just a sock, empty and worthless.

It is hard for a submissive to lose a dominant, even harder when they are married or collared. I know exactly how Tyler will feel, because I’m feeling it right now.

I guess the only service we can give Her now is to honor Her memory. She will hold the golden leash in Her casket and wear Her wedding gown. I think She would like that. We can keep the house as She liked it. We can keep each other company. Maybe we can help each other mend.

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