A femdom short story [OC] [MF] [oral]

**I wrote this story. Sorry about the format I copied it from a word document. I’m posting for feedback.**

As I stood there tied to the bed I started to wonder if I had made the wrong decision. The ad on
craigslist had seemed legit enough. “Female seeking male for game play.” I met Jessica for coffee
around 5 to make sure she was a real woman and not some 40 year old man living with his
grandmother. She was beautiful. Long legs, muscular but feminine arms, dark brown hair, and deep hazel eyes. I immediately knew I would probably say yes to anything she asked. The conversation was nice but somewhat rehearsed. “what do you do” “where are you from” blah blah blah. But then the conversation turned interesting when she asked me a simple question. “Have you ever been dominated
by a woman?” The question took me for a loop. My immediate thought was to tell this bitch like it was
and leave her in the dust, but I was horny and she was stunningly beautiful. “Not that I can recall, exactly
what do you mean?” was my reply. She smirked a little and placed a hand on my knee, “Well you are
going to have to come home with me to find out exactly what I mean.” There was a dark look in her eyes
and I could tell that if I went along with this I may regret it, but the hand on my knee was leading me
down the opposite path. “Well lead the path then, Jessica” She immediately snapped at me with a
sharp and stern tone, “You will not say my name! You will say ma’am or Mistress. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Ma’am”, I replied.
The car ride to her house is silent. I sit there contemplating what would be in store for me this
night. Strangely enough even though I was a little scared I was even more excited. Her house was nice
and in a nice neighborhood which put my mind at ease a little. As we approached the door she turned to
me a looked me square in the eye. “This is your last chance. As soon as we cross that threshold the game
starts. If you agree right now then there is no going back.” I thought about it for a second curious as to
what she meant by the game. “Can I ask a question about the game?” “you most certainly can” she
replied. “Will you try to hurt me in the game?” “I will but the pain inflicted you will ask for. I will not
inflict any pain you don’t ask for.” She looked excited as she told me this and by her excitement I got
even more curious to see how this game would play out so I thought what the hell. Let’s do this. So,
remembering the appellation I replied. “Okay, Mistress. Let’s go.”
After we were inside she led me to a bedroom and told me to strip down to my underwear. As I
took my pants off she kind of giggled at my boxer briefs. “Oh, those won’t do. Hold on and I’ll get you
something more suitable.” When she came back in the room she was holding something small and black.
She handed them to me and said, “Put these on and nothing else.” As I slipped them on I realized it was
a thong. It had a sort of pouch in the front for my cock to fit in and was oddly a little comfy. “Spin for
me, slave.” The name surprised me but nonetheless I still went along with it. I spun around in place
displaying my ass for her. To my bewilderment I started to feel sexy. The way the thong rubbed
between my ass cheeks and brushed against my asshole gave me and excited feeling. At the same time
the soft silky material against my cock gave it a feeling like no other. As I finished my second spin I
looked at her and asked “Is that good?” Her eyes snapped to mine fiery with anger. “Is that a flippant
tone I detect?” “No, I swear it isn’t” I started to plead. “No appellation? My god you are the worst slave.
If this happens again you are going to be punished. Is that understood?” She sounded so angry when
she said this and I started to worry that she would ask me to leave if I continued to screw up. “Yes,
Mistress. I understand.”
She looked me up and down assessing what I can only assume was my sincerity. Then suddenly
she stood up and said “Good boy. Now lay down only the bed. Arms apart and legs apart.” She then
went to the closet and came back with some rope and started to get to work. First, she tied my feet to
the bedposts at the foot of the bed and then my arms to the headboard posts. I had to give it to her because her knots were really good. I was not getting free anytime soon. When she finished she climbed
on top of me straddling my torso so that her face was in mine. “Now if you are a good boy your
restraints won’t get any worse than this. If you struggle though I have restraints that are a lot more
secure than this. The only words from here on out I want to hear out of your filthy mouth is ‘Yes,
Mistress.’ Is that understood?” “Yes, Mistress.” She smiled and looked down at my chest and drew little
circles with her fingers. “That’s a good boy. Now, Mistress is going to go put on something more
comfortable and get some toys for us to play with. You will not make a sound. Okay?” “Yes, Mistress”
When she came back into the room she was wearing an all-black latex bodysuit. She looked
incredibly sexy and a flood of excitement filled me up. I wanted her on top of me but she just stood
there staring at me. I could feel my cock start to strain against the thong which pulled it tighter to my
asshole. This only aroused me more. “I can see you are starting to get excited slave, but you are getting
a little ahead of yourself. I have something that can remedy that.” It was then I noticed the cloth bag
she was holding. She set it on the foot of the bed and started rummaging around inside it for
something. I could hear things clanking together and started to wonder what it was she was was going
to use first. At last I felt her hands on my thighs start to get closer to my cock. My god I wanted her to
blow me so bad, but I had a feeling that probably wasn’t going to happen. Just then she pulled the thong
to the side to reveal my cock and she grabbed both balls in her hand and squeezed just a little. “We
aren’t going to be using this thing tonight so we might as well put it away. Do you want me to put it
away?” “No, Mistress.” She intensified her grip on my balls. “What the fuck did I say about the words
coming out of your mouth? What are the only words I said you were to fucking say?” “Yes Mistress” I
replied timidly. “Exactly. Now in addition to putting this disgusting cock away you aren’t allowed to talk
at all. Is that understood?” I nodded. “Good boy. Now I am going to show you what I have in store for
you.” She pulled out a metal cage looking device. Was she going to put my cock in that? It looked
insanely to small. “I know what you are thinking right now. ‘How is my cock going to fit in that? It’s too
small.’ Well I can assure you it’s going to fit. The metal was cold against my cock and I could feel my
cock start to shrink against it. After some struggling I finally heard the lock click shut. It was so tight. My
boner was struggling to get out. It was at that moment I wanted to go. I started to get worried about
what she was going to do to me. Then as if she was reading my thoughts she put my mind at ease.
“Don’t worry slave boy. You are going to make it out of here with your cock still intact. However, since
your arms are tied and your cock is locked you are going to be doing all the work with that disobedient
little mouth.” She stood over me looking down. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life. What’s
even weirder is that I kind of liked it. She then turned around and started to lower herself onto my
chest. “What you are going to do right now is put that nose of yours between my ass cheeks and smell. I
don’t want you to open your mouth or stick out your tongue or anything. In fact, if I haven’t explicitly
told you to do it then you will not do anything.” Just then she backed her ass up until my nose was
between her cheeks. I sat there for a minute afraid to do anything. “I SAID SNIFF, BITCH!!” she yelled at
me. I immediately took a long deep inhale through my nose. I expected a repulsive smell but was
surprised to find something completely different. It was a floral smell. Maybe lavender? I couldn’t put
my finger on it. Was this what all women’s assholes smelled like? Maybe I had been missing out. I
feverishly started sniffing like a dog on the hunt. I could hear here start to moan pleasurably. My cock
was now straining painfully against the cage wanting out and her moans of pleasure only made it worse.
She started to rock back and forth on my face making my nose rub her asshole through the latex. She
moaned louder. Just when she was starting to get a good rhythm she lifted up and let me get a quick
breath of air and dropped back down on my face. We did this for a while. Her moaning as she rubbed her ass on my face. When I couldn’t take it
anymore she stood. “You are being such a good little slave I am going to reward you. I am going to let
you taste this ass you love smelling so much.” At the crotch of her body suit were three little snaps that
she promptly undid to reveal her beautiful pussy. For a moment I forgot about her ass all together and
was lost in the sight of her pussy. It was already glistening with her juices. She then turned around and
repeated the process of lowering down onto my chest. “What you are going to do is stick out your
tongue and make it hard and stiff. Then you are going to make little circles around my asshole. Begin.”
She again backed onto my face and I stuck my tongue out. At first contact with her asshole I was
hooked. The taste was amazing. It was a perfect mixture of sweet and salty. I furiously made little
circles around her hole wanting more. By this point I thought my cock would explode it was straining so
hard. She let out a deep moan of pleasure as she rocked on my face. “Do it slave. Stick you tongue
inside that sweet asshole. Fuck my ass with your tongue!!” It was hard to get my tongue inside her
asshole, but once I did the taste made the effort so worth it. The sweet and salty taste from her asshole
was multiplied by a thousand. I never wanted this to end.
She rode my face for what felt like an hour. When she stood up and turned around I noticed a
sheen of perspiration across her forehead. She was loving this, and so was I. She looked at me with a
questioning look before she spoke. “Your tongue is quite nimble. I’m going to let you have a little treat.
Do you want a treat slave?” I nodded. “I’m going to let you taste this pussy. I’m going to ride that
fucking face until I cum. Do you want that?” I nodded again. I wanted to taste her pussy more than
anything. By this point I had forgotten all about my own desire to cum and only wanted to make my
mistress cum. She was now kneeling just above my shoulders with her pussy hovering just above my
face and out of reach. The scent was tantalizing. It had that same floral smell as her ass. I opened my
eyes to take it in. It was completely smooth and shaven. Her pink slit was slick from her juices. She
reached down and spread her lips wider and then stuck a finger inside herself. She swirled her finger
around for a second and then came out with a nice helping of pussy juice. She quickly shoved her finger
in my mouth. “Clean it off bitch!” she yelled at me. I immediately sucked. Oh my god her pussy tasted
so good. I wanted her silky slit grinding on my face immediately. Almost as if she was reading my mind
she complied. She dropped her hips down so that her clit was rubbing on my nose. As if if were instinct I
shoved my tongue as far as it would go inside her pussy. She began to rock, rubbing her clit on the tip of
my nose. As she did this my tongue swirled around just on the inside of her pussy licking up every bit of
juice I could get. On a whim I removed my tongue from her pussy and moved up a bit to show her clit
some attention. The second my tongue touched her clit She moaned louder than she had all night. her
arm immediately went forward to brace herself on the head board. I think she kinda liked this. I started
a rhythm. Three strokes up and down, three strokes side to side, and two circles.I had barely made it 4
circuits of the routine when i felt her legs start to shake. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my
head tight against her pussy. I pressed my tongue wide and flat against her clit and that’s when it
started. she squeezed my head tight with her thighs and started to scream in exstasy. her back arched
violently back thrusting her pussy harder down onto my face. That’s when I could taste it. The flood of
pussy juice that came when she did. It was amazing, but she had my head pinned so that I couldn’t
move. I could feel it running down my chin and onto my neck. As she started to come out of her orgasm
I felt her legs loosen their grip on my head. She let my head go and then laid back on the bed so that her
feet were on my face.
As she lay there I could hear her breathing getting softer as she relaxed more. “You did such a
good job slave.” I could feel a sharp pain on my balls, which I had completely forgotten about at thispoint. I looked up to see she was flicking them one at a time. “Next time I may even let you cum”
Horror flooded me. Was she serious after all of that she wasn’t going to let me cum. “Being tomorrow
is Saturday and you are a pathetic loser I am going to make a deal with you. You stay here in this room
all weekend. Your cock will stay locked, and you will pleasure me whenever and however I say. At the
end of the weekend I may let you cum.” I looked from her to my poor trapped cock, and without
question furiously nodded in agreement. “Good boy. We are going to have a good weekend…….”

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