The Femdom Student And Her Submissive Professor

Prelude:
This story is that of a rebirth, a descent to Hell to know Heaven. May these words make your imagination run wild. May they excite you, whether you are a Femdom Mistress or a sub. Live the life or fantasize about it….you choose.

The Beginning of My Journey Into Submission
Two months had gone by since I started teaching an Investigative journalism class at the university. During this time, I was trying to remove any stereotypes students had about our profession that most people believed about journalists. I graduated from the school of journalism here too and was a happy college student who enjoyed the leisure events Syracuse had to offer. I was in charge of teaching two classes, three hours each and had 30 students per class. The majority of the students dreamed of becoming the next Megyn Kelly. Some would never become good journalists and others would quit within the first year of their studies. By this time, I had my favorite students. Michelle was my favorite student of all.
She was brunette with tan skin and wasn’t the most beautiful girl in class, but she was the one that exuded the most energy. Michelle was also the only one I could not stare at too long before she looked right through me and saw my most shameful secrets. In my opinion, she was absolutely brilliant. She knew how to write and tell captivating stories with her powerful words. Michelle had a sidekick, Jessica. Her roommate from what I know. Redheaded with a body and face like Gianna Michaels, I often masturbated to the thought of them wearing the most sensual outfits like in a Femdom tube in the evening in my hotel room.

Helpless Slut Series pt1 Ff (les, bd, blkmail, huml, denial, forced, FDom, Fsub)

It was such a crappy month and your prospects seemed so bleak. Between work and your personal life everything seemed to be going downhill. Most of your days consisted of you scrolling through tumblr, reading, watching, and getting off to the kinkiest things you could find. Your ever loyal girlfriends were so eager to help you when you confided to them (not that any of them knew of the kinky bits) proposing a girls night out with drinking, dancing, and whatever else could take your mind off of things to help get you out of your slump. They even all came over to your place to help you get ready, bringing tight short dress for you to wear that was downright scandalous in comparison to what was in your closet but your friends insisted that you wear it. It was deep red, sat high on your thighs showing quite a bit of leg and hugged every curve of your body, ending very low cut. You were quite bashful and self aware, but your friends goaded you into it. You left your place as a group, happy to be with friends.
You wake up groggily, trying to take stock of where you lay in a strange room; trying to sit up you find that you are tied down to the unfamiliar bed eagle spread in nothing more than your bra and panties. Thick nylon rope keeps you from moving more than just a few inches, leaving you squirming on the bed. Fear begins to set in when you realize you also have duct tape over your mouth, keeping you from crying out for help. In this dismal situation you struggle against your bonds, searching for a way out and racking your brain for some sort of explanation as to how you ended up in your predicament. All you can remember is going out with girlfriends drinking, you must have overdone it and blacked out.
The door to the room opens and a woman comes in, she was shapely, with medium length brown hair and had a tight fitting black dress on that ended about mid thigh. She wore a black fabric mask concealing the whole of her face. After taking in her appearance you are certain that you’ve never seen this woman before in your life and yet she brings herself closer to you as you squirm and struggle with the duct tape trying to get free. You don’t know who this woman is but judging by her nonchalant reaction to you on the bed, and given her mask, she was not a friend to you.
The woman draws near and says,
“If I take off the tape will you promise not to scream?”
Frantically you nod your head, eager to have it removed, and the tape gets peeled off, to your surprise only to be replaced with a red ball gag produced by the the woman who quickly secured it tightly around your head. You instinctively cry out at the sudden betrayal. The woman continues,
“Not that anyone could or would care about hearing a woman scream here, this room is so soundproofed, I just don’t enjoy it” she muses, leaving you more helpless than you previously thought possible.
The woman wastes no time and takes out a pair of medical shears which she uses to cut off your panties and bra with swift dexterity leaving you completely exposed. You squirm on the bed some more, extremely uncomfortable with the additional vulnerability with the air hitting you everywhere as the woman continues to work, using more duct tape to fasten a large vibrator to your left leg, leaving the head right on top of your clit.
Heat floods your face as your body reacts to the stimulation, it had been ages since you’d been touched, even in this perverse way you couldn’t help how your body reacted. Given how much you secretly enjoyed all manner of kink, in any other situation this might have been a fantasy come true for you. Your body didn’t seem to know that though, your pussy quickly started dripping in anticipation of what was to come while your mind tried to work out a solution.
The woman stood up and walked to the other side of the room, picked up a camera and hit the red button showing that she was recording video. She got every angle and close up, the full scope of you laying on the bed, spouting nonsense against the ball gag. She then set the camera up on a tripod aimed at you and sat down on a chair in the corner, picked up a remote on the side table and flicked it in your direction.
The realization of what was going to happen passed through your mind the second before she hit the button, but it was too late.
The head of the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through your clit, bounding and ebbing against you. It drove conscious thought out and left you so needy and wanting as your desire built. Your whole body tingled, making your back arch and eyes roll. You try and moan and cry against the ball gag but any sound comes out pathetic and weak, leaving you drooling all over your breasts. You writhe against the ropes, struggling internally on wether or not you wanted more or wanted to inch away from the intense pleasure. The woman increased the vibration, moving up and up, increasing the speed and building your orgasm. Your hips buck slightly and you can feel your pussy about to convulse and contract in climax when the woman switches the vibrator off, making you cry out in need and desperation, leaving your pussy drenched and aching to be filled with something.
The woman just sat there, remote in hand, letting the camera record you writhing as you were on the bed. The aching in your pussy did not go away rather the throbbing in your clit seemed to get worse and worse every moment you were kept without stimulation.
Just as you desperation started to ebb the woman flicked on the remote again, stronger this time, throwing you into forced ecstasy as those addictive waves of pleasure ran throughout your body. Once again conscious thought was driven from your mind and replaced with only lust and desire for pleasure. Your pussy seemed to gush as you seemed to get close again to climax when the woman flicked off the vibration yet again.
You fight against the gag, still drooling pathetically but not caring, you only cared about cumming but here you were writhing about the drooling wet mess of a slut that this woman made you pleading with her to let you finish, to let you satiate your overwhelming need.
As the minutes and hours passed this way, you had no idea of actually knowing how much time had passed, every time you would cool off enough to get the edge off the woman would turn up the vibration even higher, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Torturing you with forced pleasure until you were caught riding the edge for only a few seconds at a time before she would rip it away out of your grasp. Tears streamed down your face such was your frustration.
Teetering back and forth between satisfaction and desperation your pussy drenched and convulsing, you stop fighting and squirming in the bed. Your pussy had never felt this way, so so sensitive and needy, almost as if you had transcended what a normal orgasm felt like. You almost unconsciously relish the full body tingling experience and feeling of being completely used, having the whole of your energy spent on pleasure.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see the woman flick the switch again and your pussy again explodes with the familiar cycle. You quickly reach the edge as you have been. Moaning and begging against the ball gag like a whore you realize that the woman wasn’t making any indication that she was going to stop, rather turned the vibration up higher than it had been ever before. Your eyes roll back and you go over the edge and your entire being is consumed with the pleasure between your legs. Waves and waves of ecstasy pass through your body as your brain fill with hormones. Your pussy contracts as your orgasm continues, letting out all the pent up frustration built up over the seemingly endless cycle of edging.
You didn’t think you’d ever stop cumming but as your orgasm dies down you realize that the vibrator on your clit was still buzzing away at your sensitive pussy. The woman had never turned it off. You instinctively try and pull your legs together with no avail against the ropes. The satisfying feeling of orgasm quickly turned into a painful throb and ache as the vibration attacked your worn out clit. It was horrible that something she had felt so humiliated and degraded in begging for orgasm she was now begging for it to stop. Pleading even, you strain against the ball gag, laying in a pool of your own juices trying to get the vibration off your clit, but as you already found it was taped too well to your leg. More tears fall from you as you endure this abuse. Even against your own will your body starts to respond to the stimulation, another, this time painful orgasm starts to build as you cry out. With the vibrator driving your over the edge your eyes roll back again and your back arches as the orgasm fills your body, further exhausting your body as your pussy convulses as product of the stimulation. This orgasm is devoid of pleasure, instead further cementing the painful throb and ache in your pussy from being used and abused as it had, leaving you panting and spent.
The woman finally turns off the vibrator, granting you such relief to be free, surely she had to be finished now right? The woman stands up, turns off the camera and walks out of the room. She returns with a glass of water with a straw, offering it to you. As tired and dehydrated as you were you gulped down as much as you can and then realize that the edges of your vision were blackening, the water must’ve been drugged and you had no idea what else this woman had planned for you.

My True Femdom Marriage

I fell in love and married Julie, my beautiful wife who is now 31, and who is beautiful and charming in every way. She has a very sexy body, great legs and long reddish-brown hair. Our sex life has always been good as Julie is very passionate. After a year of marriage, I rekindled my intense fascination in chastity belts. The idea of being locked up sexually was always very exciting to me. Even when I was younger, I would take a short cardboard tube, put it over my penis and wear it under my underwear. I absolutely loved the feeling of being “trapped.” My wife was never previously interested in chastity belts and though I was perverted. Nonetheless, I bought myself a high quality stainless steel belt. I liked to wear it as I enjoyed having my organ “confined” in the steel tube with only the head of my penis sticking out at the end. For it to work, my penis is inserted into a hollow steel tube that bends downward. The tube then locks to the cuff ring around the base of my genitals. It gives me a comfortable but very secure fit for long term wear. Once locked in, it is impossible for me to escape from it or have an erection or orgasm. Julie would always laugh whenever she saw me wear it around the house, and say I look sexy in it.
I love my wife very much and it was important for me to have her hold the key. Wearing a chastity belt is much more fun when your lover has total control of your chastity. After some begging on my part, she finally agreed. After being locked up for a couple of days, Julie could see how horny I would become. She liked the change as to my willingness to please her and “earn” my orgasms. I enjoy the “frustration” of being kept chase, and then being allowed to cum after great anticipation.
I also enjoy being teased by Julie. She is great at doing a strip tease and wiggling her sexy ass in front of me, which drives me absolutely wild! Many times, she would keep me locked up for several days, which would cause me to go crazy with lust. Julie did, an a couple of occasions, offer to end the fantasy, but I always begged her to continue, as I love being at her mercy sexually. I know it sounds strange, but I feel “naked” without my chastity belt and I much prefer to wear it!
After about six months of chastity play, my wife started meeting other women who had chastity belted husbands of their own. Julie was amazed at how many man like chastity control! She enjoyed hearing how the other women keep their husbands in line sexually, and how much pleasure the couples would receive (and freedom for the wives) when the husbands are kept chaste. Without going into detail, there were reportedly some very kinky things going on! Now I know that this isn’t a lifestyle for everybody, it is defiantly the lifestyle for me, and I want to do it with Julie as the gatekeeper of my penis! Julie gave me one last time to call it off, but I begged her to be my Mistress and to never stop the fantasy. I also reminded her that there was no way I could ever cheat on her being lock up!
I shivered with excitement as she locked me up. After everything was locked, she grabbed the tip of my penis and said “this belongs to me now!” When Julie came home the next day, she presented me with a strap-on dildo. It was 8″ inches long and was much longer and plumber than my 5″ penis when fully erect. After I removed my clothes, she snapped it on over my chastity belt. The snap-on dildo endowed me with a very impressive artificial hard-on. Once she undressed, Julie told me to make love to her. After I climbed on top of her, Julie moaned as I lowered my artificial cock into her hot slit. She moaned louder as she took in all 8″ of it. It was just like real lovemaking, except my real penis was safely locked away in the bent tube. I had no trouble bring my kinky wife to orgasm. I made love to her several more times with my artificial penis. It would drive me wild making love to Julie while my own penis remaining chaste. I cannot begin to describe the kinky tension having to screw my beautiful wife with a fake cock. Julie, in turn, said it felt better inside her than my real cock!

She was bored with traditional sex. She wanted to go Pegging! [mf] [pegging] [anal] [oral] [fdom]

Mallory was a tall red head. Skinny, pale skin, freckles. She had large breasts with what seemed to be constantly hard pink nipples. There was a mole on her flat stomach and if she posed just right, you could even see her abs. She had a thick firecrotch and was the envy of every guy in town.

Don’t get the wrong idea. We’re not talking some farm country in Ireland. Mallory lived in NYC, but if you’ve ever been to the Big Apple, you know every few cluster of blocks is like it’s own small town. Mallory went to the grocery store on the corner, the deli down the street, she got bagels from Joe’s little cart and ice cream from the soft serve shop. And everywhere she went, the guys followed her with their eyes, undressing her in their minds, tasting her.

But Mallory was bored with the sex. Every guy was the same and it’s not that she didn’t enjoy the rough sex, the vigorous face fucking, the hair pulling and ass slapping. It’s just that Mallory wanted to be in charge for once. She wanted to do the manhandling. She wanted to be rough.

A little [F]act and a little fiction [Fdom][cuck]

Venus I

Venus knew what she was going to find behind the door. It was the same sight she’d uncovered so many times that she – and almost all of her friends – had come to call it by name; The Disappointment.
The Disappointment was 6’3” of wasted potential that had once provided both sexually and financially, but that now laid around smoking too much weed and watching too much porn.

The Disappointment was the owner of an 8 inch dick that lately seemed to struggle to raise above half mast without an exhausting – and usually depraved – effort from Venus to get it there.
Even when she did succeed, the stoned barely fuckable dick was usually connected to an increasingly useless stoned layabout.
Venus had had enough. She ran her thumb over the small steel arch in her pocket. Her index finger toyed with the small opening in the plastic. She pushed the last trace of doubt out of her mind and cracked open the door.

Sure enough, there it was. A flaccid cock hanging over the top of the pink lace panties her pathetic excuse for a mate wore daily, a pool of cum on his stomach and – oh. He’s been watching that. She slammed his laptop closed. Now she was definitely sure she was doing the right thing.

Femdom Sasha Takes Control Of Her Man

Sasha started unlocking the front door of hers and John’s house, a smile on her face as thoughts of what’s about to happen tonight floated through her mind. When she finally opened the door, she shouted, “John, are you home?” When she didn’t hear a response back, the smile spread further across her face as she quickly rushed inside and closed the door behind her, hugging the bags she was carrying closely to her chest.
Closing the door, she rushed up the stairs to their bedroom to get everything set up quickly. It took her about 30 minutes to undress and put on the new outfit she bought today, get her hair and make-up ready, set up in the bedroom and check on her project in the basement. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long after that, as soon as she was coming up the basement stairs, she heard John’s car pulling in and stood at the top of the stairs.

Study break (FF, Fdom, reluc)

You lift you head slowly, tilting it to the side, thinking you’d heard a noise. But knowing you’re alone, you go back to your studies, sitting in just a t-shirt and panties reading your book. Quickly immersed in your textbook, you don’t realize there’s someone else in the room until it’s too late. Suddenly, your wrists are grabbed roughly and pulled behind your back. You gasp as you feel cold steel being quickly placed on your wrists, and you then hear the clicks as the handcuffs are locked. Next you feel firm hands on your ankles as your legs are pulled wide and tied to the legs of your chair, leaving you open, exposed and totally helpless. You try to turn around to see who’s there, but a blindfold is quickly slipped over your head, blocking all light. Momentarily stunned motionless by the darkness, you feel cold steel against the sides of your hips and you jerk as you feel scissors cutting your panties away from you. Your panties are then roughly pulled out from under you, slipping in between your pussy lips as they are pulled up, roughly rubbing through your pussy. As you open your mouth to scream from the somewhat painful friction, your panties, slightly soiled from a day of wearing, are stuffed deep into your mouth. You gag slightly, tasting your juices on your panties, your cheeks full. You begin to turn your head back and forth quickly, trying to figure out where your assailant is. Just as you think the unknown intruder has moved in front of you, you feel hands come from behind you, starting on your smooth stomach and sliding up under your shirt to your braless breasts.

The Life of Shelly – Part 1 [MF] [Mf] [FF][bdsm][anal][Fdom][Fsub][huml][sm]

Looking over at that beautiful girl who is on her hands and knees with a cock in her ass and one in her mouth, I reflect on how wonderful my life is and that I can share it with her. That girl is my 12 year old daughter and today is her birthday. It’s a big birthday because it’s the first time she is allowed to be fucked in the pussy but that is yet to come. That is Master’s privilege that will happen later tonight. However, the 25 men and women who are here to celebrate this birthday are allowed to use her ass and her mouth as much as they like. They are also allowed to use any hole of mine that they wish. I am currently locked up in stocks with my head and hands being locked in place. I’m on my knees and have a cock currently in my ass. I am being forced to watch her being used, humiliated and hurt.

So you’re probably asking how we got to this point. Well, I’ll tell you. These posts are true stories that I have kept in a diary all these years.

The Devil Wears Red Silk (Chapter 1) [FM] [Fdom] [Msub]

Chapter 1
“Do I make you nervous?”, she asked, knowing full well that his carotid artery was throbbing incessantly against the thin skin of his neck.
She stood behind him as he sat in a velvet-lined wooden chair fit for a bar instead of this place. Her eyes forward, she saw herself in the stained mirror as well as her well-kept pet. She was enveloped in red from her decollete to her strong, yet feminine ankles. Her suit was sewn from the finest satin, curling and twisting around her slender frame until reaching her firmly starched collar. She wore a black tie and black patent leather boots reflecting the dim light against the mirror.
“No,” he calmly said, desperately trying to get his heartbeat under control as he knew she could feel his fear from 10 feet away.
What he saw in front of him was not reality. It was a twisted, writhing, pulsating picture that would be his only sight for the foreseeable future. He was nervous alright. He felt a constant urge to run his fingers through his sandy blonde hair or crack his knuckles. How badly he wanted to cross and uncross his legs, but they were strapped to another pair of wooden limbs.
She was as tall as a skyscraper dripping in blood, encasing every window and balcony with a reminder of her reputation. She looked through her abyss-black bangs with transparent green eyes into the mirror and back into his own. The mirror distorted her in the best way possible. She was a giant, a beacon of power, just the way she liked.
Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step. Click.
With each step her scent became stronger and stronger. Ginger, bergamot, and musk slithered ever closer until he heard the satin of her suit slide against itself as she bent down. In the mirror, a straight line of blue-black hair and rosy-pink lips lowered themselves in the right angle between the shoulder of his blazer and the trunk of his neck.
“I think you are nervous, James.” She purred. “In fact, I know you are.”
With one quick motion she licked his neck from his collarbone up to his ear which she satisfyingly sank her teeth into. Her left hand slipped up his left arm, over his shoulder, and found its place gripped around his unassuming neck. His heart rate boomed through his chest as she held his life in her red-tipped fingers.
“Well, well, well. Your pulse is a little high, 114 beats per minute to be exact.”
“What do you want from me?” James said, breathlessly.
“I want you to be my pet for a bit, my toy.” She grinned, kissing his right cheek as she bore holes in his irises through the mirror.
James strained against the leather restraints, slowly creating bands of irritated skin around his wrists and ankles. He really didn’t have a choice here, did he? She had a grip on his life, literally and figuratively. As her red-tipped fingernails dug slightly deeper into his throbbing neck, he was reminded of her control over him.

An Oath To A Femdom Goddess

I am a slave and have been seeking to be the treasure of a femdom goddess I admire and respect. In my head and in my heart I understand that the highest form of love is slavery. I want to devote my entire life to my beautiful, brilliant femdom. I want both of our hearts and desires to be fulfilled, and I believe that the best way a slave and femdom can have their hearts and desires fulfilled is to be a perfectly submissive slave to her.
A Perfect slave is a key to a her heart and soul. With loving female authority she fills my soul and guides me on the path to devotion according to the ideologies of Female Supremacy. Understanding that and being lowly, I have decided to spend my life in the pursuit of the femdom goddess of my dreams and with truth and dignity be completely transparent about my desire to be a perfectly submissive slave.