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Breaking the Boy part 7: the statue game [M/F] [Femdom]

Lisa and James look at each other, then at me. I can see they don’t know what to say. I have never been so ashamed in my life. My hands are shaking, and I clasp them together under the table. What if they don’t want to be friends with me any more? What if they think I’m a freak? The remains of a MacDonalds sit on the table between us. I haven’t really touched mine. I wasn’t hungry.

“Female domination?” says Lisa. “Wow.”

“I mean, I always knew there was something,” says James. “You never talked about sex much. To be honest, I always assumed you had some sort of conflicted lesbian thing going on. I thought about trying to get you to open up a couple of times, but I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

“You mean that guy is into getting tied up?” says Lisa. I decide to avoid this question and respond to James instead. Alex was okay with me telling Lisa and James I was dominant – and aware of the resulting assumptions that would be made about him – but he didn’t want me to share any details. Read more »

Breaking the Boy part 6: your sins will find you out [M/F] [Femdom] [Feminisation]

It’s 4pm on my day off.

I have:

– Two missed calls and five WhatsApps from Jenna. They range from: “hey u, what’s up? Got time for a quick chat?” to: “Call me as soon as you get this URGENT!”

– Three missed calls from an unknown number, no message.

– A WhatsApp from my friend Lisa who works in the craft shop on the mall’s second floor reading “are u dating that new security guard it’s all kicking off here with him and Brent wtf where are you call me”.

– One text from the same unknown number, which reads “You fucking whore”. I strongly suspect this is Brent. I make a mental note to find out how he got my phone number and then destroy the infidel who gave it out to him.

– Two missed calls from Alex. No message.

A WhatsApp from another friend, James from the candle shop. The WhatsApp reads: “Your new boyfriend I didn’t know about (RUDE!) just punched Brent RIGHT IN THE FUCKING FACE in the MIDDLE OF THE FOOD COURT! It was AWESOME!”. Read more »

Breaking the Boy part 4: take off and nuke the site from orbit [D/S] [M/F] [FemDom]

Alex and I are lying on his sofa, kissing.

The rule tonight is “nothing below the waist”. We are stretched full length against each other and sticking to this rule is proving harder than I thought. I can feel the weight of his body against mine; warm skin, dense heavy muscle, hard ridge of cock against my thigh. I bury my face in his neck and drink in his smell. I’m desperate to touch – and for him to touch me – but that’s not the play. Tonight we are watching a movie and making out on the sofa like a couple of horny teenagers, and it’s second base only.

My idea, and right now I cannot for the life of me remember why.

We are both topless and he has one hand on my right breast. He’s gently massaging a nipple between his finger and thumb. It’s driving me absolutely crazy. My pussy is throbbing. I briefly wonder if it would count if I got myself off in front of him, and then sternly remind myself about the spirit of the law, not the letter. Rules are rules, Abby. You’re going home with a blue clit. Gonna be giving my vibrator a work-out later. Read more »

Breaking the Boy part 3: I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name [M/F] [Femdom]

Three days after I spent the afternoon at Alex’s apartment I wake up with a kinky little plan. It’s arrived in my head fully fledged. I can’t wait to try it out.

We haven’t been in touch. I took his phone number, but I didn’t give him mine. I told him he had to wait till I contacted him. After some thought, I decided three days was the optimum time. It’s not so long he’ll feel abandoned, but – by now – he’s going to be doubting himself. He’ll be wondering whether I’ll get in touch or whether he’s just been discarded. He’s going to be off-balance, nervy, needing reassurance.

He’s going to be exactly how I like him.

We are on the same shift this afternoon (as I know from surreptitiously photographing the security rota) and I have big plans. He doesn’t know it yet, but he gets the call today.

I dress with care. White tights, my favourite green trainers. A denim skirt, a low-cut mint green tee. I wear my hair down, red curls spiralling to my waist. A touch of perfume, but not too much. Read more »

Breaking the Boy part 2: the cornflake incident

For the next two days, I stalk Alex all around the mall.

I try not to. I want him to like me, to be comfortable with me, to be attracted to me. I want him to enjoy everything I want to do with him. If he notices I am following his every move, it’s not exactly going to build his trust to the point where he’ll let me tie him up.

I work hard to reason with myself. He could be married. He could be gay. He could just be completely uninterested, which is absolutely fine and he is allowed to not be interested, although I will probably have to voluntarily commit myself to a mental institution.

Which is also absolutely fine, if that’s what I need to get through whatever the hell this is. Everything is absolutely fine. Oh God. I wanked off at work again today. I need professional help.

On the third day, I run into him at Winco’s. I am on my way home and, for once, thinking about what I need to make salmon teriyaki rather than tying up my colleagues, when I round the corner and see him staring at the cornflakes. My stomach drops like I’m on a rollercoaster and before I can think about it too much I walk over. He’s wearing a grey leather biker jacket and jeans which fit his (perfect) ass like a dream. Read more »

Breaking the Boy [M/F] [D/S]

I’ve had sex many times. It’s okay. Just okay. It’s McDonalds when you’re hungry.

But it isn’t what I wanted. I’ve never felt able to share with those men what I really wanted to do to them. I’m ashamed. Sounds funny, doesn’t it, in 2021.

But it’s hard, when you’re brought up to be the perfect little lady. When you’re taught men open doors and you say “thank you”, to admit you’re…not vanilla. When I’m home on my own I get out my lube and my Lelo vibrator. I lie back and rub it against my pussy and let myself dream of a man who’ll let me do what I like to him. A man who’ll kneel to me. A man I can command to please me the way I want. I pulse it against my clit and I come faster and harder than I ever have in bed with one of the boring dudes I’ve dated.

I don’t look the part, I know. I look like your average basic bitch. 22, 5’ 6’’, waist-length red hair, blue eyes, skin as pale as cream. Outsize breasts, small waist; one of my exes called me Jessica Rabbit in tight jeans. I’m bubbly, I giggle, I wear crop tops and work at Forever 21 in the mall and drink my pumpkin spice latte. Like a good girl. Read more »