Author: itsasecret825

Security (from his perspective) [MF] [gentle femdom]

“Do it now and don’t contact me until you’ve followed your instructions” the text read as my stomach fills with butterflies and I am shaking I’m so nervous. Parked in the parking lot seeing him there has me feeling this way.

Madame had recently gone to the park to go for a walk when a security guard stopped her and chatted her up. Eventually asked for her number and she said “sorry I’m taken” and his response was “when you need a real man let me know”

Madame had thought about it long and hard and told me that I was going to be the one to approach him in regards to him fulfilling our cuckold fantasy.

I’m trembling with nerves and excitement, knowing that beneath my work clothes was a skimpy, lacy, sissy thong. I get out of the car and slowly walk towards the security guard.

“Excuse me sir, I’ve been sent to give you a proposition”

“Do I know you? What’s going on?” The black security guard asks looking at me up and down with a smirk that almost seemed like he knew what was going on. Read more »

We tried to be good…[FM]

I tried, I really did.

I ended things (read: the dirty texting & fooling around) with my ex as the end of COVID, and his wedding, drew closer; but the little slut just couldn’t quit me.

One rainy Monday afternoon, after I’d ended things 5 days prior, his name popped up on my phone.

The text read, “I’ve typed this, deleted, typed, deleted, so many times. I’m sorry, but I’m so horny for you Madame.”

This man is addicted to me. And dammit, my body reacted because I am too.

“I know you are, slut,” I respond.

“I have something to confess,” he texts back. And then he sends a picture from his bathroom at the office…showing me he’s in a lacey floral thong…that I did not give him.

“Where did you get that?” I ask.

“Madame…I was so sad thinking this was over…and I was so horny for you…that on Saturday, I drove across town to a Target I never go to and bought it to surprise you with.”

Like I said, he’s addicted to being my bitch. I remind him of this. Read more »

[F]un with [M]adame (his perspective)

I had my slut write a story from his perspective, enjoy. ?

Madame has asked me to write a story of a recent play time we had. I hope you enjoy as my duty is to serve her and any of her desires.

My phone vibrates and I see its Madame, it’s somewhat early for her to text but I’m eager as I open my phone.

“Panties now slut” is all the message reads and is all I need to hear. I quickly jump to my feet and practically run to my car to get my new thong she just gave me last week. I duck into the bathroom and put it on, instantly my body tingles and I know today is going to be good. After a quick snap of a couple photos I send them to Madame showing her that I have obeyed.

“Good slut, now I want you to leave work early today and come see me before you go home. I have a surprise for you”

Upon reading, my mind begins racing as there are so many fantasies we have discussed and I’m twitchingwith excitement over what she has planned. We continue texting until 330 when I send her a message saying I’m on the way. Read more »

Madame & her Whore [FM] [long]

It’s been a while since I’ve posted any play dates with my slut, but not due to a lack of material.

Shall Madame give you all the tantalizing details? ?

One day several weeks ago, I was feeling quite demanding. I was tired of always giving him a release, and having to wait to get mine until he left to return home to his woman. (Yes, that’s right. I haven’t touched on it much, but I’m satisfying a need he isn’t currently getting at home.)

So our play options, and timing, are limited you see. And on this day, I wanted to be the focus and, in a selfish way, to satisfy him without actually touching him. So I devised a plan.

As usual, he let me know when he was on his way, and asked for his instructions. I told him to come in, take off his pants, and sit on the couch. I was waiting topless, where I then straddled his leg, and told him to suck my tits and leave a mark. Read more »

[M]aster’s [F]antasy (long)

For the past few months I’ve reignited an old flame, who was always the dominant one in our past play. However, since coming back around he has totally become my slut, and I his Madame. But this week he’s been kind of down, which made me fantasize about briefly giving up power and letting him use me as his slut in an effort perk up his mind and his cock…and that’s exactly what I did.

As usual, we spent the morning swapping texts, talking about how badly we want one another. At this point, I am still in charge as his Madame. He was in his office alone, and I ordered him to stroke himself but not to cum, and I teased that I’d be coming by to finish him myself. He responded saying he wishes he could come serve me, bringing me coffee, and pleasuring me while I worked. I told him if he brought me my coffee, he could get under my desk and drink his juice…that really got him going, and I told him to explicitly describe how he’d pleasure me while I began playing with my wet pussy. Read more »

Edging & Releasing [M]adame’s Slut During Sel[F] Isolation.

It starts mid-morning, when he’s away from home and in the middle of work. The one piece of control he’s allowed. A text to me, “good morning, Madame,” and the game has begun.

Already, I’m feeling a slow warm spread down my body and between my legs. “Good morning, slut.” I reply.

While I’m working from home, with all the time in the world to play with myself, he’s still considered “essential” and must report to his office. The same office where he performs his alpha style job, surrounded by men doing manual labor. What they don’t know, is that he slipped out to his truck to retrieve his lace thong to wear around the rest of the day.

For the next few hours, I tease, using my words to get his mind going, telling him how I’d use my body to bring him to the edge, making him tell me how he wants to worship my body, how badly he wants to taste me, admitting how humiliated he is by the things he wants to do for me, making his little cock grow in his lace that he desires to wear for me. Read more »

Madame continues to make her ex her slut. [FM] [LONG]

When I shared our first story, I wasn’t sure if there would be a second.

Then on my first day working from home, he reached out, and it was on. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when I know how hard I’m making him, and telling him how wet he’s making me. I force him to describe how he’d worship me, and he tells me how much he wants to eat my pussy, licking me and sucking my clit until I soak his face. How he wants to suck my tits and bite at my nipples, and I tell him he must leave a mark the next time so I can get turned on whenever I see it. He eagerly agrees.

He tells me he felt like such a slut trying on lace panties for me, and that he wants to wear a lace thong for me. He gets off on me telling him how small his dick looks, how pathetic when it’s covered in lace. Which I tell him, but then admit that I love watching it grow for me—how I’m the one with that kind of power. Read more »

[F]ufilling [M]y Ex’s Fantasy [Long]

First time posting, hope it’s enjoyed!

Two years ago I was casually seeing a guy from Bumble, but we knew of each other through mutual friends…so I was quicker to let my guard down (among other things) than I would be with a stranger. He’s a very sexual person, very experienced, and at the time enjoyed being more dominant. We never actually had sex, but after each date, we both came from each other’s oral talents.

Things ended, I wanted more and he wasn’t in a position to give me that (relationship wise), and two years later he’s now engaged. Recently, he reached out in response to some random thing I’d posted on Snapchat, totally innocent, and I responded. The door had been opened, and naively we thought we could be platonic friends.

One day, I casually mentioned I was working on a hobby of mine, and he said I should teach him. That devolved into him confessing he wanted to be submissive, with me in control of him. That quickly got my mind racing, and my pussy throbbing, and the next thing I knew, we were sexting daily. I was in total control of his orgasms and pleasure, and although it was morally wrong, we both understood it was just a physical desire. Read more »