Tag: Female Dominant

After years, I get a booty call from my first gf, and it turns out she’s quite freaky :) (dp, face fucking, gentle femdom)

So, I did not mean for this to be so lengthy, but I was kind of reliving this as I was typing. It takes a couple of unexpected turns, to say the least. If you read this to the end, you’ll probably at least get a boner or a sploosh out of it, maybe even cum?

This story happened in my mid 20’s…

I dated this girl, “Jess”, in late middle school and early high school. We were each others’ first, in every way. We experimented sexually more than many adult couples do. We were head over heels for each other. Our parents found out we were fucking, and we were banned from seeing each other. We were ripped apart, and we attended different schools and virtually never saw each other. For a few years after that, we’d meet up a few times and fuck like rabbits in the park or out in the country. Having never had any closure from our relationship ending, it was always very passionate. We eventually started dating other people, and I took off to college after graduation, and she remained in our small little southern town. Read more »

Stories of a Certain Kind [FM] [Fdom] [Msub] [bdsm]

“Write me stories,” she said.

“Write me stories, and I’ll do to you whatever wicked things you do to your heroes.”

So, I wrote.

Tale upon tale flowed from my fingertips to hers. We were a team: I brought her raw materials, she crafted them into encounters. Her standards were simple and constant: Challenge myself. Balance indulgence with torment.

I filled the stories to bursting with my fantasies, page after page iterating over them from every angle. The possibilities lit up my mind constantly. She took plenty of liberties: Sometimes she would do exactly what I wrote, as if following instructions. Other times, I would not understand the connection to my prompt at all, until she would whisper the epiphany to me as her hands kneaded my most sensitive parts.

The result was that I never knew what to expect, never knew what nuanced wickedness my words might have unlocked, could never add in a detail without weighing the probability that I might be designing my own doom. She made it clear I would regret it if I went easy on myself. When I wrote weak stories, didn’t pour myself into them, didn’t give her enough to work with, there would be a consequence every time. Bruises, denial, scars. She would find a way to make me feel paradoxically judged and liberated. Read more »

First Date at 8, Second Date at Midnight [FDom][MSub][S&M][golden shower][No Sex]

It was awkward when James asked Shae Lynn out on a dinner date. After all she was a paid dominatrix, a findom, who had caned his ass pink a month earlier. But the icy blonde had accepted the invitation from her hunky former client and was happy to have gone. A good meal, accompanied by a bottle of good wine and conversation, she was almost sorry the date had to end so soon. The two strolled back to her perfume shop on a warm August night, where she lived in an apartment above.

“Thank you,” she said. “I had a good time.”

“You sure you don’t want to stop and have a drink? The bar next door sounds like its happening.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to pass. I have an early day tomorrow.”

He leaned in to kiss her. Her upturned lips welcomed his hesitant kiss. He drew away to see her eyes still closed awaiting another. His lips mashed down on her parted lips and a heat erupted between her legs. She pulled away with wide open eyes. He opened his eyes to watch her put her key into the shop’s lock. There seemed to be a panic about her, perhaps a fear of feeling passion or the touch of a caring man. She made it clear. Not now. Opening the door she looked back at him with a smile. Read more »

My first story! Enjoy :) The Ex. [Femdom, bondage, cuckold, dom/sub] [fiction]

They met one day while your wife was out. They began talking and decided to add each other on Facebook. You became concerned because you had a bad history with your ex. She was controlling and manipulative, and played mind games with you. Your wife insisted that she was very nice and wanted to keep talking with her. It is no secret that your wife wears the pants in the household, so you did not argue with her…but you were still nervous.
A few weeks went by and they were still chatting with one another. They would frequently go on coffee dates and get late night drinks together. Every time you asked your wife what happened while they were out together, she would give you short answers and change the subject. You also noticed that she put a password on her phone and laptop. What could she be trying to keep from you? Not only that, but you feel as though she has become distant. It can’t be a coincidence that since they have been talking, sex has become almost nonexistent. Read more »

First Date at 8, Second Date at Midnight [FDom][MSub][S&M][golden shower]

It was awkward when James asked Shae Lynn out on a dinner date. After all she was a dominatrix, a findom, who had caned his ass pink a month earlier. But the icy blonde had accepted the invitation from her hunky former client and was happy to have gone. A good meal, accompanied by a bottle of good wine and conversation, she was almost sorry the date had to end so soon. The two strolled back to her perfume shop on a warm August night, where she lived in an apartment above.

“Thank you,” she said. “I had a good time.”

“You sure you don’t want to stop and have a drink? The bar next door sounds like its happening.”

“I’m sorry, but I have to pass. I have an early day tomorrow.”

He leaned in to kiss her. Her upturned lips welcomed his hesitant kiss. He drew away to see her eyes still closed awaiting another. His lips mashed down on her parted lips and a heat erupted between her legs. She pulled away with wide open eyes. He opened his eyes to watch her put her key into the shop’s lock. There seemed to be a panic about her, perhaps a fear of feeling passion or the touch of a caring man. She made it clear. Not now. Opening the door she looked back at him with a smile. Read more »

The Queen of Clubs [F/m Femdom, Tease & Denial, Foot Worship]

Hey, wrote this story over the last few weeks, it’s a sort of reject-then-torment scenario. Based loosely on a real night and real characters, good dose of comedy included as well.

Linking to the thread instead of posting it here as Reddit’s formatting – particularly the lack of blank-line paragraph breaking – in my view makes reading a long story a real eystrain.

http://www.orgasmdenial.com/forums/showthread.php?t=13636

Enjoy, and if you have any comments or suggestions, comment either here or in the thread at OD, as I’ll use such suggestions in future stories – have three or four in the pipeline at the moment!

My Sister Moves In. [MF] [Incest] [Light Femdom] [Tease and Denial] [SPH]

Good day, all! I’ve only written a couple of stories since I discovered I enjoyed sharing my fantasies through this sort of medium, but I’ve never written one like this. This one encompasses a lot of aspects that I thoroughly enjoy, so I hope you like it! It’s a little long, so buckle up!

Please do not be shy to give me any feedback on anything. I can take it. :-)
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**My Sister Moves In.**

Until recently, I’ve lived on my own. I received a call from my younger sister a few weeks ago saying she has “had it” living with Mom and Dad, so she wants to get the hell out of there, even if it meant moving several hundred kilometers away from our parents. Hell, I know how she feels. That’s why I am where I am. Read more »

I Obey [mf][femdom][bdsm]

*You walk in the door and put your bag down. Closing the door, you seemingly speak to an empty room.*

“You will be in the playroom waiting for me. This has been a long day, Pet, and you are to be my distraction. This will not be fun.” You walk away, appearing to have forgotten your bag. Once your footsteps are no longer audible I rise. You like me kneeling next to the door, waiting for your return home. It’s not that you don’t trust me, you just like to know where I am. I quickly grab your bag and put it away. Before I enter the playroom I strip down and replace my clothes with the rugby shorts that you prefer.

I open the door and walk to the far wall. Your favorite leather cuffs hang from a chain on the wall, attached low enough to reach when I’m kneeling, but with a chain short enough that my arms are forced to remain over my head. From your tone I know this is where you want me. There is no escape here. No hiding. No avoiding what you have in mind. Nervousness and excitement course through me, my shorts straining to contain the erection that has already come to life just from the thought of what is to happen next. Read more »

By the Balls (FM, femdom), Part 1

I approach her from behind as she’s standing in the kitchen, gazing out the window.

Her curly brown hair cascades over her shoulders and my eyes travel down her back to the gentle curve of her hips and glorious ass, contained in a blue and white striped maxi dress.

The simple act of appraising her body causes my soft cock to pulse in my shorts, shifting and growing in anticipation.

Quietly I arrive behind her and place my hands around her waist as I gently kiss the bare skin I can find on her upper arms and below her hair between her shoulder blades.

She tenses, then relaxes. I hear her inhale deeply through her nostrils. I brush the hair to one side and passionately kiss and bite at her neck, eliciting first a gasp and then a contented sound in her throat. My free hand’s fingertips move up her side and around the graze a hardening nipple. Her ass eases back against me, moving up and down against the length of my very full erection as I begin to take liberties, a handful of her right breast and a handful of her hair forcing her head backwards to expose more of her delicious neck. Read more »

The Practice 5 (Ashley 1) [FF, fsub, fdom, huml, bdsm, mast]

Ashley ran for her life.

Her only clothing was a pair of thin sandals, and they weren’t built for speed. She dashed down the rocky slope towards the beach where dozens of other naked girls were laboring, futilely building a pile of rocks for the entertainment of fucking Dr. Wilcox. The filthy, exhausted girls turned their heads as she sprinted past, and a few yelled out her name. But she didn’t slow down.

It was easier to run on the wet sand down by the ocean. Ashley stretched her legs and pumped her arms, clutching a white stone star figure to her chest as best as she could. Her breasts were small a-cups, but still bounced uncomfortably when she ran flat-out, and the stupid star gave her some support. She was small, barely five-feet, but highly motivated. After a minute or so her adrenaline ran down and the aches of the morning began to catch up with her. Damn the fucking doctor and his stupid wife, with her stupid smile.

Ashley slowed to a jog and looked back. She had left the other girls far behind, eclipsed by a curve of jungle. She didn’t see anyone coming after her, but her footprints made a clear trail in the sand. Would the ocean wash them away? “Shit,” she said. Read more »