Last night I had her on her hands and knees, kissing my feet and thanking me over and over for the privilege of letting her worship my wonderful body. I was wearing black leather pants, tshirt and sweatshirt. She was completely nude, all except for a red leather collar.
As she worshipped my feet, I turned the little Bluetooth vibrator in her pussy on on the lowest setting. She whimpered, but didn’t say anything as she continued worshipping me.
I started on a little spiel, telling her how her little body is good for nothing but giving those superior to her pleasure, how pathetic she is for melting so easily to my dominance, how perfect her little body is to own. I’d randomly spike the vibrator to its highest setting while talking, making her moan so beautifully in need. Music to my ears, honestly.
I asked, “Does my little slave want to cum?” She looked up at me with the biggest blue eyes, so full of desperate need and love, and she nodded, giving me the full pout.
I’d been edging her for a week at this point. She hadn’t cum since last Tuesday. I reached down and pet her head, and she nuzzled herself into my touch. Adorable little thing. “I’ll let you cum tonight.” I told her. She squealed.
I put my leg out. “But you have to get yourself off on me.” She nodded, and immediately started grinding on my leg, like a bitch in heat. I helped her out, randomly spiking the vibrator, and she was a moaning mess on me. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak. And then she came.
At the height of her orgasm, I turned the vibrator on high. She fell off my leg, laying on the ground, writhing and shaking on the rug. I ran my toe over her leg as she cried out and moaned and whimpered. Then I shut the vibrator off. And she lay there for a moment before asking, “May slave use the bathroom?”
I said, “Yes she may.”
And she scampered off to the bathroom. I watched her perfect little ass shake. What a good girl. Good slave.
She came back and was greeted with me sitting on the couch, my arms open, holding a blanket open for her. She practically skipped over, and I wrapped her up in a warm blanket burrito, held her close and told her what a good girl she is, how well she did, how much I love her, all accompanied by a myriad of kisses on her cheeks and head. She giggled, and my heart melted.
She approached me first with the idea of degradation. We were experimenting with bondage and dom/sub dynamics for about a year at this point. And she wanted to feel more owned by me. She wanted to feel more degraded and bossed around. Truly dominated. She wanted to be insulted for how dumb she was compared to me (during play), she wanted to be spanned and slapped, she wanted to feel truly stupid and owned.
I was hesitant, because I love my pretty little girl, I couldn’t imagine at that time purposely trying to hurt her. But she wanted it, so we gave it a try.
It was very shaky at first. I didn’t know what to say or do. But she was a guiding hand, showing me what was too little and what was too far, showing me what she craved and loved and didn’t like. I listened, later I’d make notes. She loves feeling controlled, she loves feeling lesser than her dom, she loves not having control over her body, she loves teasing little degrading remarks.
Ive gotten much better at being her domme. She’s beginning to prefer the term “owner.” I like the ring to it.
As a side effect to this broadening of our relationship though, our dynamics are beginning to creep out of the bedroom and into the world, or at least into our apartment. For one, she never wears clothes unless I tell her too. I like making the apartment a little too chilly, so I can be greeted by her eraserhead nipples. Perfect to grab and suck.
She’s just very submissive to me now more than ever. She’s still her sassy, joking self, but I’ll only need to tell her once if I want her to do something.
I feel like I need to say, I know and realize all the power I have here, and I assure you everything I do she has consented to and loves, I do this way more for her than for myself. And we do have a series of safe words that she can use at any time for any reason.
She just brought me coffee, and is sitting at my feet, waiting for a command. She likes starting mornings with a little bit of play. I’ll probably have her eat me out. I haven’t gotten off in a bit. I’ll pet her head as her long tongue brings me to every stage of pleasure. What a good girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qgw5ut/my_f26_girlfriend_f27_loves_to_be_degraded_and
This was surprising sweet and beautiful. Thank you for sharing with us.
An ideal D/s relationship it seems! Glad to have read it, hopefully you share more :)