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Mistress’ first submissive [F20/M20]

I am proud to say that I never was particularly ashamed of my sexuality in general. On the contrary, typically for a slightly ignorant kid, I felt above those I deemed as being subjugated and repressed. While my girlfriends were terrified of being labeled a slut, I was genuinely distasted by their train of thoughts.

“I am going to do exacly what I want, when I want it, and how I want it!“

— 18-year-old me.

I’m not this overconfident now, by the way. A mistress or not – life teaches you humility. It is not to say that I valued being sexually adventurous in itself. I simply never accepted making the sacrifice of something so innocent and natural in the name of outdated beliefs that were intended to control women.

Make sure no one finds out what kind of porn you watch
All this showoff rebellion was only up to a point. I was not fully aware of what femdom or being a Mistress is yet, but the inclination was growing. While venturing through pornhub categories I’d often watch BDSM videos. Usually of maledom type, since this is always what you find first. I’d always reimagine the scene with roles reversed, though. It wasn’t long before I learned what pegging is, and that’s when I started being embarrassed about my kink. Read more »

Femdom High-protocol [Femdom][BDSM]

For some slaves, only strict and narrowly defined rules work. This type of submissive will have difficulties showing their dedication and effort if they are stripped of the structure that high-protocol provides. I enjoy slaves that show creativity and willingness in finding new ways to please me. I do understand, however, that laying out easy-to-understand rules is necessary for some.

Keep in mind, that the rules below are only exemplary guidelines. There’s no universal set of rules that work of everyone. At the beginning of each relationship involving a contract, rules need to be mutually negotiated. Otherwise, it’s abuse, not BDSM.

1. Slave’s masturbation and chastity
The slave will restrain from pleasuring himself without Mistress’s permission.

Mistress will lock a slave in a remotely controlled chastity cage of a Mistress’s choice.

The slave will have the right to remove their chastity cage when he is in danger such as medical situation.

Removing the chastity device or tampering with it automatically qualifies for harsh discipline (see punishments clause).

The slave will ask for permission before posting anything on sex-related websites and apps. Read more »

Her New Keepsake [F25/M21] (gentle femdom, role reversal, cock milking)

S broke the silence.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?”

M squeezed his eyes shut. His face was beet red.

He nodded meekly.

Her arm wrapped around his waist as she stood behind him in the dim, tepid room.

“Hmmm?”

Her sweet voice seemed to float above the soft hum of the fan in the corner.

“Is it okay?”

Her hair gently tickled his ear as she nuzzled her head against him, tenderly kissing his neck and jawline.

The sound of distant thunder echoed through the open windows. The rain seemed to be stopping.

M could hardly get his words out.

“Yes. Please.”

She smiled.

“Aww…”

Her hand had been resting on the clasp of his belt. She began to unbuckle it, sliding her other hand to his chest to hold him still.

His arms hung tense at his sides, locked inside hers.

She cooed into his ear as she slipped off his belt with one outward tug.

“So…”

He gulped nervously.

She began to slide her hand under his jeans, over the fabric of his briefs. His face felt hot. Read more »

Experiments in Aphrodisiac [M/F] [Bondage] [Aphrodisiac] [Femdom]

([Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/w7zik4/an_accidental_night_of_aphrodisiac_mf_aphrodisiac/)) ([Exposition](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LT-dvDumr6ozQgJXX953objb5W-xiHe0ek0zUkISwcs/edit?usp=sharing))

Octavia sat idly in her desk chair, occasionally fiddling with certain objects on her desk. Pens, paperweights, an old bottle cork, whatever. She was so bored.

The two hadn’t received a job in weeks, and while at first they enjoyed their days off, they soon realized there was absolutely nothing to do. They tried a few times to go to the mainland, but with war brewing on the horizon most of the places worth seeing were barred from outsiders, and while they tried to explain they were both from Withervale, the fact that they technically lived outside of the country was enough to force them away. The only area they could go to was the Central Heulwen Market, the chaotic nature of which was the exact opposite of what they were looking for. So they sat on The Nautilus, unable to go anywhere else, bored out of their minds.

Octavia groaned and stood up, pacing around the room looking for something to do. As she strolled across the room, she noticed a small pink object tucked into the corner underneath a few other miscellaneous items. Curious, she walked over and pushed the items aside, revealing a crystal glass bottle, filled with bright pink liquid, and a small heart engraved near the top. Octavia’s heart skipped a beat, recognition flashing through her head at the sight. A smile spread across her face. Perhaps she wouldn’t be bored for much longer. Read more »

The Business Trip, Part 4 (femdom) (bdsm) (humiliation) (F40/m43)

He rolled over and reached for his phone, the same way he did every morning. 6:15AM. Within a second, he received what looked like a duplicate notification on his lock screen. The subject line was unassuming enough, simply ‘What’s Next.’ He was still wiping the sleep from his eyes when panic set in. The second message at 6:15AM was just as she said, to his work email address. He quickly unlocked the phone, glanced over the message and replied ‘yes Mistress’ in an effort to make sure the next part of her threat didn’t come to light.

He then composed himself as much as possible, and re-read the message. As he read the steps, it was the first time he truly felt the pain of the chastity pouch in which he was locked. His cock always swelled when he was given orders to follow, this time it felt as if it was being ripped to shreds as it tried. He showered, prepped and packed the bag just as he was told. The previous night, he hadn’t realized how little the hotel robe actually covered up only landing about midway on his thigh. He again passed no one in the halls, and the changes at the front desk went remarkably easy. The elevator door opened, he got in and pressed 15. When he arrived on the floor, he stood in front of the door and breathed deeply. He wasn’t sure what the fate was behind that door, but he knew it was his only option. Read more »

Tender confessions (role reversal, gentle femdom) [22M/26F]

S broke the silence.

“Is it okay if I touch you here?”

M squeezed his eyes shut in embarrassment. His face was beet red.

He nodded meekly.

Her arm wrapped around his waist as she stood behind him in the dim, tepid room.

“Hmmm?”

Her sweet voice seemed to float above the soft hum of the fan in the corner. The setting sun cast rays of pink and gold off the objects in the room.

“Is it okay?”

Her hair gently tickled his ear as she nuzzled her head against him, tenderly kissing his neck and jawline.

The sound of distant thunder echoed through the open windows. The rain seemed to be stopping.

M could hardly get his words out.

“Yes. Please.”

She smiled.

“Aww…”

Her hand had been resting on the clasp of his belt. She began to unbuckle it, sliding her other arm up to his sternum to anchor him in place.

His arms hung tense at his sides, locked inside hers. He could feel her beginning to squeeze him.

She cooed into his ear as she slipped off his belt with one outward tug. Read more »

Releasing Frustration (F/m, Femdom, spanking, pegging, cum eating) [18+]

John read the message on his phone again. “Cleaned, naked, collared. Kneeling and ready in our room by 6:30.” It seemed Anne was in a no-nonsense kind of mood if she was skipping stripping and collaring him herself. Still, he knew better than to disobey. Half an hour later John left the bathroom freshly showered, shaved, and thoroughly cleaned. He strode past their bedroom and into the sound-proofed playroom.

He double-checked the time, fifteen minutes to spare. He carefully took his thick leather collar from the shelf and fastened it around his neck. He knelt on a cushion on the hardwood floor a few feet inside the door. Knees slightly spread he clasped his hands behind his head and waited. He knew Anne must have been home by now, but he knelt in silence, eyes closed and waiting.

The silence was broken by the door opening and shutting behind him. The sharp click of her heels punctuated the silence in slow, measured steps. He heard her walk around him and could almost feel her eyes looking him up and down. He knew the rules and knelt as still as he could. Read more »

The Perfect Victim, Part 2 (femdom, real, bdsm, kidnap, torture, consensual) (m35/f38)

She sat on the edge of her bed. She had laid out three outfits already, one for each of the next three days. There was part of her that was a bit nervous about this morning, sure everything that happened last night came directly from conversations they’d had while they knew each other, but she did have someone help her drug him and then chained him to the floor in her home. As she pulled on her black leather joggers, she looked in the mirror and thought about what she wanted to accomplish today. Her main goal was to get into a headspace that this was all real – she knew if she was there, he would be too.

She put on her matching black leather tank top and watched the monitor from the security camera downstairs. His sleep seemed to becoming more fitful, and it was almost time. She put on a matching black leather mask that completely hid her identity, especially when she tucked her long hair up underneath. She took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath and walked out of the room. She knew the next ten minutes would make or break the weekend. Read more »

The Perfect Victim (femdom, real, kidnap, torture, consensual) (m35/f38)

[ This is the first time I’ve recounted an event that is 100% true. It’s from my point of view, but we’ve now talked about this for the last 10 years, and I’ve seen so much of the video; so it is pretty accurate. Would love to hear what you think ]

Part 1

The email was pretty straightforward; “Drinks Tonight?” Was what the subject read, and it was signed Miss Mia. She’d asked him earlier in the week if he had plans for the Labor Day Weekend, and he told her he’d finally broken up with his girlfriend, so he was ‘flying solo.’ It was just another example of the way that the timing was just never right for the two of them – every time one of them was single, the other was not in a position to start a relationship. This time was no different as she was set to move to London in the Fall to start her dream job.

They had an amazing relationship. She was very comfortable with her BDSM-centric lifestyle, and he was in his 20s and still very shy about his interests; but he trusted her and told her more than anyone. She helped him make sense of his kinks and fetishes, and the two played together on a regular schedule. Read more »