Author: fuckfuckfuck10

Story from my old job/ My manager who became my domme (M/F, bdsm/femdom, long)

This is the part 2 of this story. You can find part one in my submitted posts.
After what had happened between us, there wasn’t much sexual intimacy for a while. I stayed with her now and then, we’d cuddle, laugh, play Mario kart. But regardless of that, she still considered me to be her sub and considered herself to be my domme. I was totally fine with that, it was honestly really nice and stable. I was always curious why she never wanted to do anything sexual afterwards, but I soon figured out why.

She would control me in nearly every way during the week, sometimes taking two weeks, and would let all of that raw sexual power out on me afterwards for a few days. Close to a week after the first story, I noticed Dylan becomming much more assertive with me when it came to everything. She wanted things done, and done right then. When she asked for a massage or a neck rub, after a while she stopped using my name, but would call me slave, or something to that nature. She’d remind me how disposable I was, that she could replace me with a thousand others, but that would just be a hassle. If she or I needed something and she sent me to go get it, she would put me against the wall and leave a hickey on my neck to let the world know I belong to her. She would tell me what I should do in the gym to get myself fit for her. It might sound like too much for some, but I was on top of the world being her sub. Then when the weekend came around, she would completely dominate me for 3-4 days straight. Read more »

Story from my old job. [M/F] (light bdsm/femdom, long)

This happened a couple of years ago now, close to three. I was eighteen at the time, I had been working at this little McDonald’s doing third shift work for close to a year, and I enjoyed the job for the most part. My coworkers were great, my bosses were nice, but there was always one manager in particular whose company I enjoyed immensely. Her name is Dylan and from the moment I started working we got along very nicely. She always had a smile for me and treated me like more than an employee, which drew me towards her quite a bit. She was older than I was, about 32, and she was close to my size, about 2 to 3 inches taller (Im 5’11). She was well proportioned, with large tits and a giant ass to match, but she was also well built. She likes to lift weights, same as me, but her whole body was firm, but not in a bad way, she still had a lot of wiggle to her. She wasn’t “hot” but very attractive in almost every respect. For reference, I’m large, about 5’11 and well built, pretty muscular. But we hit it off as friends from the very beginning. I wasn’t aware at first, but my coworkers all thought it was odd, because she was a hard ass for everyone except for me. She always went out of her way to help me and give me advice. From day one we were flirty in a friendly way, and it only escalated when we were together on thirds. Wed share nearly everything with each other. Once I turned 18, she became less discreet. She would always rub against me in the kitchen but play it off as an accident, she’d pinch my ass as I walked by. I didn’t mind, I liked the attention, especially from an older and experienced woman, but I still didnt make any moves. I didn’t know what to do or say and I was probably misinterpreting things. Read more »