In Emily’s Pocket Ch. 02 [F22M22][Gentle Femdom][Mind Control]

Emily leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Would you like to know what I have in mind?”

I nodded, unable to make a peep.

She smiled up at me, “Ok, then. Take me to bed and I’ll show you, Baby.”

I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom. I was a slave to her voice and filled with a desperate need to show her how complete her control over me was. It was an overwhelming desire bubbling up inside me. Obey her, my mind insisted. Do whatever she says. Give her everything she wants. It felt like every single cell in my body was waiting for Emily to tell me what to do. Her lips were so close to my ear I could feel them brush against it. “Do you want to make me happy, Devon?”

I shivered with pleasure. “Yes yes yes,” I said, almost like a chant. I was practically incoherent with need for her. I couldn’t withstand her voice when she wielded it against me like that. All I wanted to do was to throw myself at her feet and be consumed by it. So I told her, “Em, your voice makes me melt.”

I [F24] pegged my friend after he was treated weirdly by a Gender Studies professor

I have a friend, Dave, he’s French, with his parents from Senegal. He looks a bit like hot French actor Omar Sy. He is tall like him and even bulkier, though a bit older. He served in the French military in Africa and Afghanistan and apparently did some rough things overseas – but: he is the sweetest and most devoted male lover I ever met! He is cute and friendly and charming, totally that gentle giant a woman feels so protected when with him, no matter if on the streets or between the sheets. When she wants it, he can fuck his lady with his huge cock like a savage, but when he feels she needs it slower, he immediately pulls out, forgets about his raging cock and slightly touches her with his fingertips and kisses her with his tongue wherever she wants to be touched. He is like THE MOST PERFECT lover EVER!

[MF] Tasting yourself, Orally cleaning up after sex

Tasting yourself with your lover

I (41m) have always thought it was extremely sexy to see women playing with themselves, then licking their fingers clean!

My early sexual experience was with a girl who was afraid of cum, so when she asked me to taste myself first, infront of her, after an amazing hand job, I didn’t think much of it, and complied.

She eagerly jumped on the bandwagon, and I never was asked to assist again.

I find myself obsessed with the dirty idea of cleaning up creampie pussy, much to the disdain of current partner (40f), whom also is not a fan of performing oral.

While she has let me masterbate into her hand, and shoved her cum covered digits in my mouth, it’s always been with disgust, not in a femdom way, but true disdain for the act.

I would be ecstatic at a woman who would perform oral on me after penetration, as it’s a sexually accepting act to me. I’ve told her the idea of being trained to clean her up is what I hunger for, but any attempts from her are half hearted begrudgingly acts.

Femdom Hypnosis Story – an Excerpt of Chapter 1 [M30s/F30s][Femdom][Hypnosis][Mind Control][BDSM]

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A few weeks ago.

He had found a flyer on the street saying that dream therapy could make women interested in him. He needed more confidence. He had always been a shy boy. He spent his days working his dull office job doing menial data entry. He did not see many people doing this. He would go home and spend his time playing videogames, reading, or even sometimes watching porn.

As other young men his age, he would ogle every pretty woman he saw. He was always too shy to approach anyone. At the stores, in bars, anywhere he went, he would scamper as soon as any woman turned her attention to him.

This flyer was an opportunity to change himself he thought. It advertised therapy to improve himself. It had link to a website with all sorts of positive testimonials to the services provided. There was not a single negative review in fact. The practice was in New York city. He was about a 2-hour drive away, so he took off work one day and booked an appointment.

Exploring my Kink [MF] [Light Femdom]

Allie always knew I had a kink for femdom. I have probably licked and fingered her pussy to orgasm in over 90% of our sex sessions throughout the last 20 years. That’s a lot of pussy I’ve eaten and it still taste as sweet as when we were 20. I love the feeling of having my head smothered between her thighs. The smell of her pheromones making me light headed. I love being on my knees giving her head. But I really wanted to explore this femdom link some more. We are not into ropes and leather and we are too shy to role play. Besides, even if we could, I don’t think we would be able to get through a roll play sentence without bursting into hysterical laughter.

The femdom I am interested is face-sitting. From time to time I ask Allie to sit on my face while we are fucking. Occasionally she reluctantly obliges and sits on my face. But she can never “get comfortable” and “feels self-conscience.” For those reasons I don’t push my kink on her. However, I still get off on the thought of her face-sitting me. I have masturbated countless times fantasizing about the thought of being completely submissive to my beautiful wife while she uses my face to get off. Me lying on my back with her wet swollen pussy grinding on my face. Her using my tongue and mouth like her personal fuck toy. The feeling of her cum soaking my nose, mouth, and beard. I started sprinkling face-sitting gifs into our foreplay sessions and Allie began to show some interest.

A Bully Caged, Part 1 [MM] [Bi] [Chastity] [Implied Femdom] [BDSM]

I sigh as I turn off my computer for the night. It’s Sunday, and I’ll have to be at school in less than 9 hours. Fuck. 

Yes, I enjoy my classes immensely, and it is the final two weeks of my senior year of high school, but Mondays are still far and away the absolute worst every time they roll around. I dread seeing… him. Wes. He’s the ace of the soccer team, the most popular guy in school, and, most importantly, the bane of my existence. Every week, he finds a new way to torment me. At the beginning of the year, he was pouring coffee into my backpack every day, and right before winter break, he found a way to have them congratulate me during the announcements for being accepted to “Phaggett University.” And he’s never been expelled—not even once. He’s got this charm, where he starts to smile and joke with the teacher talking to him, convincing them that, whatever consequences they’re thinking of, they’re too harsh. It’s like he’s untouchable. His silver tongue and handsome features don’t hurt his cause, either. He’s not tall, but he’s striking, with sharp cheekbones and these big blue eyes. And he always keeps his grades up for some sports scholarship.

His Darkest Secret, Part 3 of 3 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [fearplay] [execution] [new] [F25/m44]

She stood above him, still holding the orange cattle prod in her hand. She was thinking about what her next move was, as she never wanted the feeling she had right now to come to an end. The fact that he was truly scared and trying to fight back excited her in a way she hadn’t been excited in a very long time. As she looked up at the noose hung in the center of the room, there was a huge part of her that wanted to find out what it would truly feel like to be the ultimate reason he took his last breath. She also knew that the drop associated with maybe ending the life of the only person to ever make her feel this way was too much to handle. The thoughts of having to dispose of a body, or the time she’d face in jail if caught never crossed her mind; and she was just fine with that.

She kicked him in the ribs to rouse him from his comatose state on the floor. She then informed him it was time. Before he knew it, she had him on his feet and then standing on the chair with the noose around his neck. She wrapped the other end around her right hand as she came close to his face and started to speak softly.

His Darkest Secret, Part 2 of 3 [femdom] [bdsm] [real] [femdom] [extreme] [fearplay] [execution] [new] [F25/m44]

He woke up and was in a bit of a daze. He blinked his eyes a few times, but could see nothing except darkness. He could faintly hear some noise behind him that sounded like someone rummaging through a silverware drawer. All of a sudden, it all hit him. Not only was he blindfolded, but it felt like there were steel cuffs on his wrists and ankles. It felt like he was chained to a chair. It was at this point when he started to panic.

“Oh, just shut the fuck up,” she said as she pulled the hood off of his head and held it in her hand. “You knew what you were getting yourself into when you reached out to me. You knew what ‘execution role play’ meant.”

He tried to protest, but she slapped him hard across the face. His heart was racing. In his head, he was replaying every conversation they ever had and every message and form he’d ever shared to try and remember exactly what he told her. She hit him hard across the face with the back of her hand, snapping him out of his moment of thought just as she started to speak once again.

Mother in law takes control Pt. 10 [femdom] [sissy] [chastity] [public humiliation]

The girls made sure to fix Billy’s makeup and rub some good smelling lotion all over him before two girls grabbed each of his hands while Alice and the other girl lead them to their next spot. Billy was driven wild by their hands all over him with the lotion. He leaked a lot into his pad.

The girls were being particularly loud drawing a bunch of attention towards them. His cock was straining in the cage as they beautiful women flirted with big strong men right in front of him. Introducing him as a sissy to them. Even pulling his skirt up showing his panties to a couple of guys. They pulled his panties away showing his pink cage and Billy tried his best not to cry as he was teased by everyone.

He was pantsed a couple of times and the girls would just keep walking as his skirt stayed around his ankles. They pulled them up right before they reached the food court. Billy was starving after having gone through so many stores and not eaten since early in the morning. The girls talked to him in a baby voice at the cashiers as they figured out what was on the kids menu.

[MF] [F 20] Dry humping him [M 21] into an obsession and making him cum in this pants [ hate, enemies, humping, femdom, humiliation, clothed, classmates, obsession, fantasy]

I had known “Zack” for years. We had absolutely never gotten along. He would torment me relentlessly, he caused so much trouble for me in school. Constantly pushing my buttons, always trying to embarrass me in front of our peers and friends. I was pretty alternative and he was pretty “preppy” in a social sense. He would call me weird all the time and try to make me feel bad about myself. We actually got into several explosive arguments in class that resulted in us both being disciplined. At which point he’d call me crazy. I hated him, and I was pretty certain he hated me.

When we were seniors my best friend (Eric) started dating his best friend (Kate). Having to be in close proximity to him to be supportive of my friend was absolute torture. I avoided it as often as possible. I’d make up excuses constantly, Kate certainly knew, and I’m sure Zack and Eric did as well.

One afternoon I was in desperate need of a joint and my usual opportunities to smoke were limited. My car was being repaired, a bunch of parents were home for a holiday etc. My Eric’s mom was out of town, he had the house to himself. Kate convinced me to go smoke and chill at his house until we’d go to a party in the evening.