Morning Ritual [FemDom, male sub, orgasms, toys]

Rain pattered gently against the windowpane. A typical wet and cloudy Portland day was ahead of us. Spring was gaining momentum, as we finished our first of many winters to come. The muted jewel toned walls kept the room dark and calm even as we woke from sleep.

Plants lining the walls, crowded for sacred window access. Fanned palms acting as privacy cover, allowing for the subdued natural light to illuminate our cozy, private bedroom.

The day had begun with our routine; he roused me with a gentle “Good morning, Goddess”, a kiss on my wrist, brushing the hair from my cheek. His lips, facial hair tickling me, moved up my arm, loving pecks all the way up. Massaging his fingers into my scalp, as I stretched myself, then my arms around him. Pulling him in close, our nude bodies fit together so perfectly. My legs wrapped up and over his hips, chilly toes on his thighs. They were cold, and he endured it, letting me warm myself against him.

It nearly always started with a kiss.
A simple act, the flush of intimacy spreading through our bodies. Our lips meeting, parting, tongues dancing. Soft little moans vibrating off each others mouths. Our eyes closed, just letting our physical connection take precedent. I felt his cock grow, harden. It was intoxicating to feel his stiffness pressing for entrance against me. In all of the time I made him hard, the light headed feeling from doing so had never waned. The lust I reserved for him could eat away at me; corrupting me from the inside, allowing my darkest pervasions to run rampant. Using his sexual energy for my benefit was the privilege of ownership. He was used and enjoyed throughly.

He was still against me, knowing that he could not enter me without my guidance; my hand, reaching down, shifting him, up, inside of me. I snaked my hand down his taught stomach, and his pupils dilated as my fingers graced his head. I held his penis in my hand, feeling it pulsate and grow an extra centimeter with desire. I felt his wetness against me, marking my soft stomach with his leaking precome. I felt myself pulsate and open, us both wet and eager.

I motioned for him to kiss me, as his lips met mine, I applied as much pressure as I could to his cock. The way it sucked the air out of him, out of our mouths, deeply erotic. He shrunk, physically crippled under my hand. I guided him off of me, onto his back, never breaking the pressure and grip I pushed him by. I squeeze, gripping, twisting his penis under me. His eyes were straining to stay focused, present. The look on his face, the surrendered spell of submission. I let go of his cock, giving him momentary relief.

I knelt before him, his legs parted, my knees pushing apart his milky thighs. His runners tan excited me, and I traced it with my hand. Long legs exposed with short shorts in public, but I was the only one who saw him nude, exposed like this. The only woman in his life whom he desired and gave himself over to. I raised my hand, bringing it down swiftly on his inner thigh. He winced and his legs instinctively met and then fell back down again. My soft hand moved in a circle to distribute sensation and lesson the sudden blow. Our eyes lock; and I can see the beautiful emptiness, the loss of his control. My body quaked, a driving force to push deeper.

My hands left his thighs, moving over hip bones, they traveled up his pebbled abs, flexed, shaking under my touch. Snaking up his arms and coming to rest, pinning his wrists near his head.

I leaned down, my soft blonde curls cascading onto his face. Again, our lips met and we inhaled through our noses together. Our practice of tantric breathing making room for a deeper spiritual, sensual connection. Matching each others breathing and intensity, moaning in synch. Our pleasure magnified.

I broke our kiss, pulling back from him. I released my hands from his wrists as I sat, between his thighs. His cock leaked freely. A puddle of precome on his stomach. He looked lost and longing staring up at me, slack-jawed.
“Time for you to make me come.” I stated matter of factly.

A smile spread wide across his face; and he looked at me with adoration beyond belief.

“Yes Goddess” he responded as I dismounted from him, rolling onto my back into the nest of pillows.

“I want to be penetrated. I need something inside of me… the purple glass.” I instructed him clearly as to what I wished for. Without hesitation he reached under the bed and pulled forward a rolling compartment, filled with some of our most-reached-for toys.

I spread my legs, knees bent. He positioned himself between me. He placed the cock shaped glass art at the entrance of my soaked pussy, with little resistance, it slid inside of me. I moaned breathily.

“Fuccck… it feels so good to be filled.”
“Anything for your orgasm, Goddess.”
His hands massaged at my hamstrings, then looping around to cradle my hips in his arms. His thumbs on my hip bones while his palms rest under me, fingers flanking my curves.
My hand found the top of his head and I ran my fingers through his hair. I loved its long length and the ability to use it as a tool against him.

I gripped his his hair, tightening his scalp, making him aware of the discomfort I can easily place him In.

“Don’t stop until I tell you.”

He planted a kiss, right on top of my clit. Lips already suckling on my swollen and hard little mound. Fuck. I loved that I had trained him exactly how I wanted it – I didn’t need him to kiss around my thighs, to built it and tease me, not right now. I wanted him to give me an orgasm. We had honed it over years together.
“Put your tongue out. More pressure. Push the glass in a little further, twist it a little to the left… yes. Ok leave it. Faster with your tongue. Exactly like that. Don’t move an inch, fucckk.”

The clearer and more demanding I was, the more intensely I felt serviced. I felt like I was demanding orgasmic perfection and it was being served on a silver platter by my partner.

My body bucked and rolled as he flicked and sucked on me, he held my hips, his strong hands holding me in place. I loved the pressure. I loved his strength. It was used only for my benefit and never for his.

My soft soles slid over our sheets and met his sides. He made eye contact with me, never breaking concentration of his task. I peered down at him through half open lids. My feet slid up and down his ribs. They ascended his body, moving up, my delicate toes, heels coming to rest on his shoulder blades. My knees closer to my chest, the angle shifted.
“Push the dildo back in a bit” I instructed. He nudged it gently deeper, as it had shifted with me out of the perfect position.

I loved putting my feet on his shoulders, applying pressure, my little feet dancing around his back as my body spasmed with pleasure. To pin him down, by my feet. A reminder of his submissive place. Serving me, his Goddess. I knew my beautiful foot fetishist slave boy was in heaven. Being denied traditional sexual release an Alpha would get easily, eating his Goddess’s pussy, my feet on him. I imagined, and would later confirm, his aching beta cock was spilling precome onto the bedsheets. My cock swollen and wet in a puddle of his own deep state of subspace arousal.

I felt my nerve endings twitching, feeling myself grow ever more sensitive. My breathing was faster, more ragged. I would hold my breath high in my throat, then gasping for air and moaning simultaneously. I felt the first wave of high-frequency pleasure roll through me. I gripped him, his hair, his hand, and moaned as his tongue cascaded over my sensitive clit again and again. The sensation was building. I felt muscles In my thighs and behind my knees start to twitch and contract. I felt my pussy pulsating, wet and gripping onto the glass.

“Ohhnngg fucckk… ” I moaned, ascending to orgasm. My heart beating in my ears, coursing throughout my body. Every inch of me was electric, vibrating, every nerve ending alive. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t make any noise really, I only felt. My eyes shook, rolling back, my neck and back arched. My toes gripped his skin, tugging at his body hair.
My pussy gushed, wet, contracting and attempting to push the glass toy out of me. He knew, and held it steady with his chin, his tongue never stopping his worship of my pussy. He could see how my vagina opened and contracted, my entire labia pulsating, my heart beat evident in my mound. He felt it, smelt it, tasted it.

I gasped for breath, beginning to laugh, overcome with an intense endorphin rush. He removed his mouth from me, taking the dildo out of me. ‘Remove stimulus, let them be’, had sort of become our post orgasm ritual.
I lay in a blissful state, pulsating subsiding, replaced with a dreamy glow and calm, my eyes closed.

After a minute, I opened my eyes, still slightly out of focus, and made contact with my beautiful submissive, waiting, eager by my side.

“Good morning, Goddess” he cooed at me. He brushed the hair out of my face once more. His fingers traced my cheek, then back into my hairline. I groaned softly into his hand, turning my head to kiss his wrist again.

My eyes were hungry, and they scanned his physique. So fit, so handsome, his body made me so lustful. My eyes made contact with his cock, and we seemed to acknowledge each other. It was still erect, but my gaze upon it made it pulsate, a bead of precome pooling at the tip.
My hand met his chest, and descended down. I smeared the precome in my palm. His eyes fluttered, faced flushed, bashful with attention.

I wrapped my delicate hand around him, rolling my fingers up and over his sensitive, soaked head. His foreskin moving with my touch.
“Lay back. Eyes on me.” I said, stern, caring.

He lay where I was before. I knelt beside him, one hand on his cock, the other held the nape of his neck.
“Who’s my good boy?” I began a slow, rhythmic motion back and forth on his cock.

“I am, Mummy” he replied, breath and voice shuddering.

“It’s been a few days since I’ve touched your perverted cock… Did you miss my hands on you?”
He exhaled softy out his nose “hnf, Yess Mummy, I do, I do miss them.”

I stared deeply into his eyes, feeling complete ownership over him. He never dared pleasure himself unless under my direct order or supervision. He hadn’t had autonomy over his cock since we’d began talking online all those years ago.
His legs tensed, muscles contracting, toes curling. His breathing became shallower, faster, interspaced with soft moans and panting, groaning. My vocal boy. Always expressive. Needy, whining, admissions of pleasure and lust escaping his lips

“Please Mummy, hmmph, pleease, I’m so devoted to you.” My hand was relentless in stroking him – keeping the same pace and pressure I had grown my knowledge of his body, exactly how to touch him to push him to the edge. How to keep him there, agonizing minutes where he was unsure of his fate.

I kept a straight face, ambivalent, staring blankly into him. His eyes danced around, rolling, closing, batting beautiful eyelashes at me. He gripped the bedsheets, an attempt to hold onto reality.

With a swift move, I replaced my hand with my mouth. Tasting him, his arousal, if filled my mouth and nose. There was nothing like the taste of my submissive’s desperation.
He gasped, moaning, panting harder than before. My tongue slid up and down his shaft, gently pushing his foreskin down, revealing his sensitive head.
The begging intensified, he was louder, more animated.

“PLEase, please, oh god-oh Goddess, Mummy, please oh, oh fuck” he babbled through a stream of expletives.
I removed my mouth from him. Our eyes locked. He’s so beautiful under my control.

“You have twenty seconds to come.”
I resumed my slow and thoughtful, deep blowjob as he writhed in sexual agony. My mouth was full, so I tapped my finger at one second intervals on his hip, making him fully aware of the time constraint.
It only took eleven of the allotted twenty seconds to hear him confessing his impending orgasm.

“Oh, oh!! Mummy, I’m going to come. I’m coming. Thank youuuhnn Oh, hnngg”
His cock began throbbing frantically inside of my mouth. Pulsating, expulsion of his ejaculate coating my mouth, my tongue. It filled me, my cheeks bulging. Tasting him, so human, internal. Making my submissive come in my mouth. His balls raised and fell, coming up into him. I massaged them back down into his scrotum. I milked every drop from him, pushing my thumb up the underside length of his cock several times over.
I lay next to him, his eyes closed and swirling around. I gulped, loudly, making a show of it. Taking his come down my throat, inside of me.
I leaned in, kissing him. His mouth opened, forgetful, in his post orgasm bliss forgetting.

He recoiled, tasting his come on my mouth. Smelling it. His own orgasm, remnants coating his tongue. Immediately brought back down to earth after the pleasure I bestowed upon him.

“Good morning, Darling. Go start the shower.”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/povka2/morning_ritual_femdom_male_sub_orgasms_toys