My first femdom part 11: borrowed at the studio [MF]

First 10 parts are in my profile!

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“So close to cumming already?” the Mystery Woman asked while stroking me.

“Yes,” I replied.

“You’re gonna be here for a while, so I’ll stop for now. But I’m gonna make you cut before I give you back to your woman.”

MW stopped stroking, which was a huge relief. I was not into cum eating, and I was desperately trying to save myself for Claire.

“Let’s make this a little more fun – I won’t make make you cum if you don’t want to.”

“What’s the catch?” I asked.

“The catch is that by the time Claire comes to pick you up you’ll be begging me to make you cum. I’m not sure if you heard us talking before she left, but she let me know every single little thing that turns you on.”

Without skipping a beat, MW delivered a light slap to my balls, making me flinch to defend myself. The slap itself wasn’t too hard, but it caught me by surprise since I was blindfolded, handcuffed and wasn’t expecting it.

MW then moved on top of me, straddling my thighs. I heard her shuffling around before feeling her fasten some type of bond to my ankles. I heard the loose jingling of metal before she clipped something to the bonds. She then climbed off of me and I heard her heels click with each step she took.

After a minute of anticipation I began to hear a clicking noise, a little loud. I wasn’t sure what was happening until my legs began to lift – she was lifting me by my ankles.

My legs raised, followed by my torso. The cranking stopped when I was nearly inverted. My shoulders and head remained on the ground, in a very uncomfortable position.

MW let me hang there, struggling against my cuffs to try to find some comfort, especially with my arms that were still bound behind my back.

MW returned to me. By now, my face was starting to feel gross from not being able to close my house, saliva dripping through the ring gag in my mouth.

MW removed my blindfold. I looked up to notice her bleached blonde hair, pale skin and deep red lipstick. She was kneeling behind me (in front of me? I don’t really know how to describer her position since I was nearly upside down but I was facing her). She was wearing a silk robe with one shoulder falling off, showing her bra strap. This was not the ‘dungeon’ look I was expecting her to have, but tbh I found this way sexier.

“You ready to get started?”

“Yes… what do I do?” I mumbled through my ring gag.

“Just tell me when you’re ready for my to make you cum.”

“Okay..?”

MW shuffled forward, bringing herself closer to me. She grabbed my semi-hard cock with one hand, pulling it to use it to help herself to her feet, really stretching me out. It was painful, but quick so I didn’t get much of a chance to react. MW grabbed a chair from the other side of the room, place it in front of me and took a seat in front of my, crossing her legs after she sat.

She once again grabbed my cock.

“I won’t stroke you until I have your permission,” she said.

MW reached down using her free hand to her foot and pulled at the heel, removing her shoe. She rotated in the chair so that her foot was positioned right in front of her face.

“Claire says you’re good with her feet, why don’t you treat me like you treat her for a little while.”

Without questioning, I moved to try to reach her foot. She must have noticed my struggle because she shifted forward, allowing me to reach her. I took her big toe into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I repeated this for her other toes, one by one. It started to become sloppy as I could only really use my tongue due to the ring gag being in my mouth.

“Mmm that feels good,” she whispered, “You think it’s time I return the favor?”

I took a pause from worshipping her to answer her. “No, not yet.”

“I’ve got to do something since you’re being quite the gentleman.”

She still had one hand firmly on my cock, which was hard. I was already barely holding it together and she wasn’t even making any movement. After all, I hadn’t cum in 2 or 3 weeks at this point.

MW began giving me light taps on my exposed balls. I began to instinctively pull my hips back, which she would correct by tugging my cock, and therefore my body, back to her. I must not have been reacting the way she wanted, because I kept worshipping her despite her efforts. She let go of my cock, taking hold of my balls instead to hold them in place. Now that my balls had nowhere to go, her taps became more intense.

Her irregular shots to my balls became regular, with her hitting me about once every 2 seconds. I began to groan as the pain became worse and worse.

“Just let me know when you’d like me to stop this and continue jerking you off. Whenever you’re ready, I’m nice and comfortable here.”

I was determined to hold on. I didn’t budge. Claire had done worse to me and knew my limits better than Mystery Woman ever would.

MW shifted back in her chair, pulling her foot slightly out of reach after a few minutes. The intensity of her slaps increased as a result. I began pulling against my ankle restraints instinctively, raising my shoulders off of the ground slightly.

“You should continue with my foot or this is only going to get harderrrrr,” she teased.

“I can’t reach!” I mumbled.

“That’s not my problem!”

Just when I had gotten confident that I could take her punishments, she began to break me. The frequency of her slaps became less, but increased in intensity as a result.

MW happened to hit me in the most sensitive spot on my balls – after many strikes, she managed to land one on the underside towards the back, which is way more intense (not sure if it’s like this for every guy, but it’s true for me).

“Please jerk me off!”

I cracked, that one shot was too intense, and the numbing pain was lingering now from all the abuse they had taken.

MW did not stop. Instead, she gripped my balls tighter and slapped faster.

“Beg me,” she insisted.

“Please, just jerk me off. Please please please jerk me off.”

Being in constant pain doesn’t give you much time to think. Your brain defaults to the least amount of words required to make it stop. My mind kept repeating those 4 words – please jerk me off. After the endless amount of times I had repeated those 4 words, she finally relented, releasing my balls from her grip.

It took me a good 15 seconds to realize she was stroking me after I had come down from the pain and adrenaline. I went from soft to hard after about another minute.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to explode.

“Please stop, I’m gonna cum.”

“You really want me to stop?” she asked, still stroking me.

“Yes, I want to save it for Claire.”

MW stopped immediately, grabbing hold of my balls again, and delivering slap after slap to my balls. She must have picked up on the sweet spot she had hit before because it was hit after hit of maximum intensity pain. I began to scream involuntarily.

“Beg me to make you cum,” she said.

“No,” I groaned.

“I can keep going, Claire won’t be back for a while. Beg me!”

She was right, and I finally accepted it.

“Make me cum,” I relented.

MW stopped abusing me but her grip on my balls remained as she stood up from her chair and kicked it back away from us and out of her way. She untied her robe with her free hand before letting go of my balls momentarily to let the robe fall to the floor. She was in a black lace bra and panties, very simple yet very sexy. She then removed her other heel before kneeling on the floor in front of me, and moving her thighs to the sides of my head, holding me firmly in place.

She wasted no time getting to work. She must have grabbed some lube at some point because her hands were gliding across my cock so smoothly that it was no wonder I was so close to reaching orgasm. MW began to focus on the head and frenulum of my cock, which any guy will know is the sweet spot right before you’re about to cum. She was no doubt an expert when it came to knowing how close I was because she picked up on my pace of breathing, and let my balls loose from her grip and grabbed me behind my stiffening legs to further hold me in place.

MW took me into her mouth at the exact moment I began to cum. I don’t know if this was a coincidence or if she was so in tune with my orgasm that she just knew to put her mouth on my cock. It’s hotter when I imagine that it’s the latter.

Pulse after pulse, I released weeks of cum straight into her mouth. I wasn’t too deep in her mouth, and I was about to find out why…

When I finished cumming, she removed her mouth from me and leaned back. She squeezed my head tighter between her thighs before tilting her head to look down at me as she began to spit my cum back onto my face, with some landing in my mouth that I wasn’t able to close because of the gag.

I was grossed out by this and choked a little, trying to pull myself free from her thighs before she reminded me of my place with a slap to the balls. She then placed her hand over my mouth to prevent me from pushing any of it out using my tongue.

After 3 or 4 minutes she removed her hand and loosened the grip her legs had on my head.

“That was quite the load. Claire wasn’t kidding, you’ve really been deprived, haven’t you?”

She removed my gag but it was too late for me to spit anything out anyways. After the rush of my orgasm wore off, my cock hurt slightly. I don’t think I’d ever gone this long without cumming so it hurt a little bit.

“We’ve still got a few hours before Claire will be back. What ever are we going to do with all of that time?” she asked.

Part 12 coming soon, will continue if there’s interest.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/no6v5w/my_first_femdom_part_11_borrowed_at_the_studio_mf

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