The morning sun gently caressed his face as he (who he? he the protagonist motherfucker) lay there either blissfully high on the constant puffing of the CBD laced vape, which was going to be his “Brutus dagger” or asleep deep enough to see Adele rolling by, she thought and grinned devilshly at her dry morning quip, takes a while to get the creative juices flowing you know? some like Eric Clapton say a good one hour morning shit session should work, granted he was mostly constipated as a result of years of cocaine abuse (fucker made an entire song about it). She shuffled around on her side of the bed to face him (who she? she the “the armor of Romulus” to his “dagger of Brutus” bitch) and continued pondering this specimen sprawled out in her bed inhaling and exhaling gently enough to not be loud, albeit loud enough to gently tremorize the bed like a tugboat chugging away against wave after wave in a pattern out on a wild and grumpy yet forgivingly consistent ocean, unavoidable white noise but noise nonetheless, you learn to forget it after a while but it suddenly creeps up on you when you least expect it- analogical to tinnitus, a constant torture you learn to live with. She smiled and lifted her glossy black hair and shifted sides, a fact he was aware of as he lay surveying her through tightly pursed lids. Years of care and money toiled on herself had given her a certain gravitas and beauty that she had rightfully earned and boy did she know how to flaunt it, she had curves in all the right places, a glowing and radiant skin, creamy white ,whipped like most men in her life and Schwartz thick wavy hair that was long enough to touch her tail bone, enough to tickle more than just a man’s curiosity. unfortunately, here it was the creature hibernating on her bed that was going to be whipped (literally unlike the others) She thought and chuckled to herself faintly and reached forward slightly pulling the covers off, enough to expose his dick, she’d have wanted to monologue it as his “glorious morning wood” or his “throbbing” member yearning for her but in reality it was a tiny. limp. nubbin. , yes nubbin. , that’s how it is for him usually, poor guy is a grower not a shower, though he didn’t really grow much it was barely five inches at full and high mast with all towers on alert with a curve towards the left leaving the “mast” looking more like a freshly plucked greenish rigid banana (a banana she desperately wanted to cage and lock to lose the key within herself) she shrugged smirking. However, she thought to herself caressing his thigh and looking at his now discreetly growing appendage, feeling each strand of hair running her fingers among them lazily yet attentively like running them through grass (if that made any sense) for a man he was the right amount of hairy not a shrub farm or a sissy, though she absolutely loved him as one she giggled inaudibly ensuring not to wake him, she had plans for the little bitch, anyhoo she figured tiny or not it was still a penis and it granted him entry into the patriarchal hierarchy of this society, she’d think the world and she’d be right as well, and a part of her envied that. skewered was her reasoning sure but none was going to unzip him and check his dick size to make sure he was in his place among “the men”, weirdly enough men do this amongst themselves when young adolescents as a form of some fucked up rites of passage or coming of age bullshit or it could just be the inherent human need to feel better than the other in some way shape or form who fucking knows, come to think of it the entire world and it’s problems could be boil down to (or erected depending how you look at it) endless dick measuring contests, the biggest flex being murica olympenising Hiroshima and Nagasaki in response to puny japanese kamikaze (no not the same as shibari at all super not fun, we checked.) leading to countless japanese soldiers commiting seppuku (also super super not fun,we checked.) in shame and dishonor , this was something she was too feminine and cultured and “ladylike” to comprehend, his “innocence” was never up for scrutiny and that was unfair to her, why was she not allowed to make sure she had the right pick sexually package wise? granted she’s pleased and happy the way things are but that mostly attributes to biology she reasoned and the science of attraction and though most would think growing up with a brother should have given her the required know how to deal with men in general, that was a whole another can of worms she did not want to open right now she concluded with her subconscious as she looked away gazing into the little crack in her closet (metaphorically and literally in her case).
He shifted his gaze slightly to her breathing tummy and noticed the rhythmicity in it in correlation to her thoughts and knew she was swimming deep and this wasn’t just surface level, how? well it was simple he just loved her enough to know her, he had actually cared, effortlessly. Fine, realistically the correlation was between her rhythmic breathing, her steely gaze into nothing and her lightly nibbling on her lower lip all telltale signs to him that this was something either dead serious or she just hasn’t eaten anything yet.
Tag: Female Dominant
New Year, New Me [Fm] [Fdom] [Oral] [Disabled]
Daniel sighed as the van bumped along the ill-maintained road. Would it kill whatever passed for a city council to shell out some money to fix the streets? Having his caretaker dodge all the potholes threatened to put him in an even worse condition than he was already in. Though what could be worse than being paralyzed from the neck down, he struggled to imagine. If he thought about it long enough, he pondered if death might perhaps be an improvement over a life sentence trapped in a body he could not control. Nope, he thought to himself as he shook the intrusive musings from his mind. Tonight was the night to party.
At long last, he and June arrived at the bar. He’d never been to a bar. Most caretakers were a little iffy on giving their clients alcohol. Even fewer were willing to drive his van. Nursing agencies had too many restrictions. His own body was enough of a restriction. He didn’t need some company telling him how much of the human experience he was allowed to have. That all changed with June. Daniel had gone through several agencies and assisted living programs in his pursuit of independence over the past several years. Most people struck out on their own at 18, but he had to spend his mid-20’s just trying to find a way to get out of the house. He was on a ventilator and couldn’t go without someone watching him every five minutes. It took him ages to not only find someone who would be his live-in caretaker, but also give him the freedom to be his own person. June was an angel from above and she had no idea.
Dominatrix Diaries: chapter 1 [Fdom] [Msub]
It was the end of 2016 and after 12 months of backpacking around the world, falling in love with a French boy, and getting caught “cheating” with my ex-sugar daddy and then CFO of the largest art auctioneer in the world—I was left heartbroken and penniless. All I had left was a ticket to Paris, scheduled to depart just a month after my relationship had ended. I could have forgotten all about the lifestyle, returned to the corporate world and played victim to the high speed love affairs that had burned me. But I didn’t; I changed that ticket to a flight to Johannesburg, South Africa where I applied for grad school, and started working as a Dominatrix in New York City to finance my education instead.
Although I’d only been in the scene for less than 12 months, I was experienced with BDSM and femdom, having enjoyed my first Female Led Relationship (FLR) during undergrad with a previous boyfriend. We’d only broken up a year prior and after my brief foray as both a sugar baby and vanilla girlfriend, I deeply craved the power and authority kinky sex once provided me. Reflecting on it now, I’ve always been a dominant woman, and have desired to be with a queer and/or submissive man all my life. But because I am so feminine, it’s been difficult for the men in my life to meet or understand these needs. In many ways I was lost, and by answering that NYC Craigslist ad casting for “New Dominatrices willing to be trained”, you could say that I was finding myself.
A Job You Love (Part 2) [F/M] [Fdom][Msub] [Milking] [Hucow I guess?] [Dirty talking] [Medical] [Forced Bi-ish?]
Vivian deliberately rubbed the metal against his soft chest, making sure to tease his fat nipples with the cold tool. She repressed a smirk of satisfaction as Josh squirmed, his jaw clenched, but she did not stop her work until his nubs were tight and stiff.
“Your heart seem fine, if not a bit fast. Are you nervous, dear? Don’t worry, it’s going to end soon” she cooed. That was a bit of a white lie. Truth was, they barely started.
“Can you pass me the gag, Paul, please?” she asked, offering her hand to her assistant.
“The gag?” asked Josh, apprehensive.
“I need to check your mouth. Your teeth, your tongue, everything needs to be perfectly healthy. Plus, good teeth mean that your system has good calcium level. It’s a plus in your interview score” she continued, in a professional matter-of-fact tone, as she examined the ring Paul just passed her.
It was on the big side, probably not the most comfortable on their selection, but it seemed like if Paul wanted a bit of a show. She did not feel like denying him. After all, he was one of their best farmhands.
Deserted With 13 Women (FM) (Femdom) (Part 1)
Our Varsity Volleyball team had been deserted in an unknown mountain range somewhere in the United States for 18 months. 13 of my Female teammates and our Male assistant coach.
We spent the first month solely focusing on finding nourishment, shelter, anything that would ensure our survival long term.
After 3 months things started to go haywire. With 13 girls and only 1 boy, you can imagine some of the arguments and disagreements that started to boil over. I can’t believe it was sex that was the biggest factor in our downfall.
It didn’t take long for people to start getting relentlessly horny. The girls outnumbered Coach 13:1 so we developed a schedule that was okay with him. Every girl would get 1-2 hours every other week with him in the private tent. Civilized right?
It was literally one of the only things we had to look forward to. It brought everyone immense joy, the intimacy was truly missed. It must have been the constant stress induced anxiety we were under, but all the girls would agree that the sex we were having was other-worldly. Orgasms felt multiplied, dick felt and tasted better, those first few sessions I will remember for the rest of my life.
Will and June spend the night [mf] (fiction, gentle femdom, breast worship, adult nursing, blowjob, sleeping)
Will crawled into bed next to June. She was looking at something on her phone, her head propped up with a pillow against the headboard. She glanced over at him with a slight smile.
“Howdy.”
He smiled back warmly and pulled the covers up to his neck. She gestured at her phone with a grin.
“Looks like your video is doing well.”
He blushed slightly.
She swiped with her thumb to scroll through the comments, reading in a playful tone.
“*He’s so cute o-m-g.*”
He glanced away and sighed a little.
“Is that one from a guy or a girl?”
“Hmm…”
She tapped the screen.
“Looks to be a girl, mister.”
He didn’t know what to say.
She turned to him.
“Does it feel weird to know guys are watching you do *this*?”
He shrugged.
“I try not to think about it, I guess.”
She giggled and looked back at the screen, swiping her finger. She put on an exaggerated male voice.
“*Suffocate me, mommy… sorry mommy…*”
“Pfft.”
She grinned at him.
“I didn’t know you were into the *mommy* thing…”
Graduation day for a Sissy [BDSM] [Feminization] [Forced-bi] [Femdom] [MMF]
I waited for Mistress to tighten my restraints. She had me tied to the bed with my arms and legs spread, my belly down and my ass and legs hanging over the edge. Mistress pulled the bindings tight, locking me in place.
The ropes felt so good on my new slender figure. The treatments Mistress had me taking the last few months, had taken quickly. I was never a large guy but now my arms were slim and nipples were sensitive and soft. I felt softer and more sensitive all over. I yearned for my mistress’ firm and rough touch.
Mistress helped me shave my legs and do my make up. She likes me looking pretty. When I saw myself in the mirror today I was surprised to see the feminine figure staring back. I felt so sexy.
Satisfied with the constraints, Mistress gave me a firm smack on my ass. I moaned at the sting, it felt so good. She had been penetrating me more roughly lately, using a larger strap-on each time. I liked the abuse. Her passion made me feel desired.
Will and Elly [mf] (fiction, femdom, handjob)
Will looked down at his shoes as he made his way along the sidewalk. Grass poked up between the cracks at irregular intervals. He unconsciously avoided it with his feet.
He took out his phone to check the time. It was late afternoon. He was feeling a little down.
He rounded the corner to the alley and walked towards the brick building at the far end. To his right, a man in an apron sat on an upside-down bucket next to an open doorway. He was smoking and staring absently at his phone. Will smelled spices and heard bustling inside—a restaurant kitchen preparing ingredients for the evening’s service. The man glanced up at him in acknowledgment before looking back into his phone, exhaling a plume of smoke out his nose pensively.
The alley was fairly narrow and lined with various loading docks and utility doors, paved with old, sunken cobblestones. A few familiar cars sat parked in their usual spots.
Will came to the end of the alley and looked up at the building. It was three stories tall and rather narrow, resembling one huge brick on its side.
He punched a combination into the keypad and shouldered open the heavy door.
On Lila’s Leash (femdom)(mind control)(humiliation)
Author’s Note: If you read my Obedient series, this is gonna be very similar. I wanted to try the concept out with different characters who have a different relationship dynamic. This story is pretty heavy on the humiliation side, so if that’s not something you’re interested in, consider yourself warned. Thank you for reading!
All I did was ask Lila what she was making for dinner. Looking back now, that was a mistake. She was sitting next to me on the couch and I was in the middle of a game. I pulled my headset down to ask her what she planned on making for dinner. Without saying anything, she got up went to the kitchen.
She was obviously pissed off, but I barely gave it a thought. Let her be mad. It’s how it had always been between us. I wore the pants in the relationship. I was the king of the castle. If I told her to go make dinner, I expected her to do it. Lila had never had a problem with it. I was under the impression that she wanted to be with a real man. I paid the bills so she didn’t have to work. All that I asked in return was that she cook, clean, and get down on her knees when I asked. Up until that night I thought we had a great thing going. She was a perfect, little housewife for me and an even better slut in bed. I couldn’t have asked for more.
Maria and the College Boy Pt. 2 [FM] [Femdom] [Mistress] [Handjob] [Car Sex] [Age Gap] [Milf]
Maria looked over at the 21-year-old college student in her passenger seat and felt a heat between her legs. Jake, as he was called, had just bought her a drink at the local bar, and Maria could tell what the young man wanted from the minute she made eye contact. She was happy to give it to him, more than happy in fact, and was looking forward to taking out the frustrations of her day on his young, excited body. But she wanted to play with him first. She’d already leaned him over her truck in the dive bar’s parking lot, but now, as she drove him further and further away from where they’d first met, she was trying to decide what to do next.
The sun was almost completely set, but in the faint bits of orange light that remained, Maria could see excitement, lust, and anticipation in the young boy’s eyes. He was breathing short and shallow, staring straight ahead.
“You can look at me baby,” Maria said. “And don’t worry, I’m not taking us too much further. We just need to be somewhere where no one will hear you moan.”