Coming Home: Part 2 [Femdom]

I leaned back in my chair to savour the last bite of dinner, my fingers intertwined with my boyfriend’s as we relaxed at the dinner table together.

“Are you finished love?” He asked, pausing his story about a funny work mishap.

“Yes I don’t think I could eat another bite! You?”

“Oh yeah, though I am still hungry for something else” he waggled his eyebrows at me suggestively and I laughed.

“I know exactly what would satisfy you” I winked and rang the bell beside my plate. Almost instantly my slave appeared from the kitchen where he was sent to wait. “We’ve finished, once you’ve cleaned the dishes you may eat whatever’s left then find me for your next instructions.”

“Yes Miss.” He was well used to this, and deftly cleared the table as we moved to the living room.

Joe selected an oldies record, the familiar crackle and warm tones of Billie Holliday setting the mood. As he settled on the couch beside me, his lips lost no time finding mine as our hands started to caress and touch each other all over hungrily. He knew every inch of my body, which spots needed gentle fingers and which ones needed rough, the curve of my neck that was dying to be kissed, and exactly how to coax soft moans from my throat.

“How can I serve you today my Goddess?” He murmured as he licked and sucked my sensitive neck.

“Worship me baby” I answered breathlessly.

Sensually Joe slid the silk robe slowly off my shoulder, his lips following it in a trail of kisses, first one side then the other. The delicate wet kisses soon found the soft mounds of my breasts pressed up high from the corset, only half exposed to his eager mouth.
When they were well kissed he wanted more, “It’s a shame such perfect breasts are trapped under this evil contraption” he bemoaned.

I pulled his face up to mine, kissing him deeply, and whispered, “then take it off.”

He eagerly began his task, working the laces with only a little frustration until he finally freed his prizes. I moaned as his hands massaged my large breasts, aching slightly from their tight confinement. Quickly his mouth found one pert nipple, suckling gently as he pinched the other between his strong fingers.

I inhaled sharply at the sensation, “Fuuck Joe!”

He moaned against my breast in response, sucking harder to make me squirm. I could feel my panties growing damp as I revelled in the sensations. As he sucked and fondled my breasts I ran my hands over him, his strong back and arms, round ass, and that big bulge that twitched at my touch and promised so much pleasure.

He switched nipples, licking and sucking the other, while his hands explored my soft belly and thighs. I spread my legs slightly, allowing him to touch the silky fabric of my panties.

“Mmm so wet” he stopped licking for just a moment.

“I’ve missed you,” I said and it was true, it had only been two days but I craved his touch and the orgasms only he could give me.

I was about to moan how badly I needed his fingers inside me when I heard a rustle near us. I looked up to see my slave kneeling beside the couch.

“Yes?” My frustrated tone was apparent.

“I’ve finished cleaning up supper, Miss. You told me to seek you out for instructions.”

I sighed. Joe hadn’t paused in his pleasuring, and I struggled slightly to focus. “Right, go to the toy chest. On the bed put two pairs of handcuffs, the crop, the round paddle, two blindfolds, the inflatable plug, and my strap on. And some lube of course.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Put in your medium plug. Blindfold yourself. And wait in kneel position until I release you.”

“Yes Miss!”

“Go.”

My slave disappeared to the bedroom and my attention returned to the handsome man doing everything he can to drive me crazy.

Joe knew he had my focus again. He looked up at me, “two handcuffs hmm?”

I grinned, “oh yes; I plan to play with two sluts tonight. What say you?”

“My horny switchy ass isn’t going to say no to an offer like that!”

I laughed, “that’s what I thought! Now I dare say my pussy has been far too ignored tonight. Peel off my panties and be a good boy for me.”

I never had to tell him twice, immediately he was on his knees and teasing my thighs with his tongue, inching closer and closer to my aching sex. My head lolled back against the couch as his mouth finally devoured my soaking pussy, pure pleasure tingling across my body.

His eager tongue licked and his lips sucked, while one hand reached up to cup a soft boob and pinch my hard nipples. My hips rocked and he knew that cue well, soon a finger slipped inside of me, curled up to stroke my most sensitive spots as my moans grew louder.

“Ohhh yes… fuck… just like that,” I grabbed his head and pressed him against me, grinding against him as I got closer to the edge.

“Mmm make me cum… damn that feels so good…”

I knew my slave could hear us, my moans echoing to the dark room where he sat unused. Was he jealous? Or simply happy I was being satisfied? Right now I didn’t care, my pleasure what all that mattered.

“Ahhh fuck I’m cumming!”

My thick thighs squeezed Joe’s head as an intense orgasm ripped through me, my back arching as I moaned and writhed. His licks became gentler as I relaxed into bliss, my head spinning from the intensity.

He kissed tenderly around my sensitive lips and inner thighs, his face covered in my juices. I pulled him up to me, our bodies entwined as I came down from the high. My hand once again found his bulge, he was so hard I was almost surprised it hadn’t ripped his pants! He groaned as I rubbed him, and I knew I could have made him cum in his pants if I wanted.
On another date night I might have sucked him or bent over the edge of the couch for some passionate fucking, but tonight I was going to enjoy domming my two naughty boys.

At that thought my demeanour changed as I went from being lovingly worshipped to totally in control. I wrapped my hand around his throat, my nails digging into his soft flesh.

“Time to go to the bedroom, bitch.”

Stay tuned for Part 3! 😈

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