Did You Bring Your Wife’s Panties? [FDom][MSub][huml][mast]

Mistress Kira answered her shop’s back door in a tight red dress, five inch black heels, full make-up, and her blonde hair pulled back into a severe bun. She assessed Owen; a non-descript man of average build in his early forties stood before her dressed in a cheap suit. He looked harmless enough with anxious eyes as he stood in the alley behind the row of stores.

“Come in,” she said.

He stepped into the hall. She closed the door behind him, plunging the hallway into murky dimness before she began walking towards her office. He followed her only to stop when she did. She turned around to face him.

She said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you. Men get to walk. Dogs crawl. Get down on your knees. Now.”

He dropped down to his hands and knees, looking up her beautiful legs reminiscent of a Russian ballerina; pale and hard, smooth.

“Come,” she said, walking away.

He crawled behind her as she walked a few steps before turning left into a windowless office with dark green walls and heavy wood and leather furniture. A lone Tiffany lamp shined on her desk. She picked up a riding crop from her desk then turned her attention to Owen. Leaning against the desk, she looked down at the submissive man.

Femdom Humiliation Games

The game is pretty simple, you allow the submissive man to role the dice and let chance determine his activity / punishment / torment / humiliation. Some of these are quite lengthy and some are quite painful. A few require specialized equipment (tall ceiling and a hoist) and some involve items not in most modern households (wooden clothes pins, cotton rope, whips, paddles), but may be quite common in the house of a practicing Femdom Dominatrix.
The game is setup with live-in D/s couples in mind but can be played as a party game with multiple couples – sort of like a D/s version of spin-the-bottle . A lot of activities can be part of a session between a pro-domme and a client. Most of the activities are set up for a male submissive and dominant femdom woman.

After the Gym Pt. 2 [mmm] [anal] [exh] [Msub] [cuck] [mast] [oral] [swing] [bi] [gay]

I think the answer must have literally spilled out of my mouth – or at least my body language properly reflected a resounding ‘yes.’

 

Jeremy was smiling now too, “Man,” he said, “awesome. Lemme just send Michael a text and tell him you’re coming over?”

“Uh,” my heart was already pounding, and my legs felt a bit numb from the work out, and I sort of sat down on one of the benches lining the outside of the showers, “yea man yea.”

“You good?” Jeremy asked, stepping into the locker room briefly to fetch his phone.

“Just excited,” I laughed, “and tired.”

 

He popped back into the room and sat down beside me on my right.

 

“I sent him a text, we’ll wait a bit and see if he replies,” Jeremy said, looking at my cock. I could see precum already drizzling out of it steadily. “You’re *really* excited.”

I laughed, “what gave it away?” I felt a bit short of breath and felt I couldn’t have stood even if I tried – my whole body was tense with anxious energy, but in a good way.

Daddy’s Gift [Mdom] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Msub]

[This is Chapter 1 of the extremely pervert BDSM story I intend to write. There will be multiple characters and both maledom and femdom. The story will be largely heterosexual but there’s also place for some bi-fun with a twinkish/femboyish character. Hope you enjoy! Also, if you’re a grammar alt-Right, feel free to check my grammar and my language; English isn’t my first language but one of the reasons I write is that I have to improve it and get a feeling for a “natural” English, etc.]

In Chapter 1, three of the main characters will be introduced:

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.

The Last Submissive-A Femdom.Dating Testimonial

We met on Femdom.Dating. My profile was male submissive, she was (obviously) a female dominatrix. Her profile picture was of a pair of long, perfectly sculpted legs in fishnet hose; on her feet, four-inch black patent leather high heels. I instantly wanted to get down on my knees and worship their owner.
I couldn’t believe she wrote me first. The way it mostly goes on BDSM websites is that you write to a dozen mistresses, hear back from one, and ‘she’ turns out to be a ‘he’—some asshole jerking around male submissives around for shits and giggles. Unfortunately, our alternate, kinky universe attracts a perverse collection of posers and scam artists who cycle through dozens of profiles each month, ripping images of sexy models from the Internet and luring the unwary sub with phony profiles.
After a while, you can spot the fakes; frequently, they recycle the same boilerplate text, only using a different image of some porn star or a pretty girl off of Facebook. The alternate lifestyle websites try to detect and delete these fake profiles, but it’s impossible to keep up with the deluge.
So, it comes down to “let the member beware.” You really have no idea who you’re dealing with or where they are located. It might be some African teenager pretending to be a voluptuous blonde from Sweden. These scam artists prey on innocent submissives who long to obey their Master/Mistress, think it’s real and before long they’re hooked. Once the D/s relationship is established, they get reeled in like a fish on a line: “My husband died of liver cancer and I need help, wire money, slave.”
Submissives rightly become jaded and wary. And yet . . . and yet . . . hope springs eternal.
For me, hope paid off. Mistress Hunter’s message leaped from my laptop like an arrow shot through the heart. Why? Because it was obvious that she had actually read my profile and that she was a real lifestyle Mistress . . . one with a plan.
She wrote:
“Hello slave, you state you want to experience true submission to a dominant woman, and that you want it to be real, more than a scene. You seem sincere and your profile suggests a certain depth of character. I’m currently in my selection process for a new submissive. I prefer candidates from the Metro D.C. area, and will review them over the next week, so do not delay. You must respond via the email address below. Enter ‘Candidate 46’ in the subject line. Attach a recent face photo and your real-life job résumé. Write a short essay explaining why you seek this position and list any prior BDSM experience. You will address me as ‘Ms. Hunter’ in all correspondence.”

Breakfast is Served [MF][FDom][msub][denial][chastity]

Inspired by a picture from/u/taco_kitten. Link in comments.

Today is the day; the day you promised; the day I have spent these months waiting for; the day which has filled my every waking moment ever since That Day…

…That Day, yes. I suppose that’s the place to start; the Day everything changed.

I’m a successful businessman, running a small property agency with a few branches across the country.  From the one property I started with, I now manage a portfolio of over a thousand properties, worth over a hundred million, and turning over more than ten million a year, as well as sales and rentals on behalf of clients. I don’t say this to boast, at least not anymore, merely to give you an idea of me, and how easy it is for me to have anything I want. I live well, play hard, and fuck; or at least I did.

On That Day I was in my office just as any other. Business was good, there was little for me to do these days; I was preparing to head home for the afternoon. There came a knock at my door, my assistant stuck her head in; “there’s someone here to see you, Sir. I know you weren’t expecting anyone, but she insisted.”

[MM] [Msub] Over the Wall

It is Nika who I married. Who I promised my eternal love, who I work for every morning, who I want to have everything she’d ever need once it was time for me to move on. Nika was the person who I honored with toasts, the person I had lived with every day since we met.
It is Lena who I pleased. Who I pounded and roughly ravaged, who I had pulled aside every time I met her alone, who I had filled with my seed countless times. Lena was the person who I fed with my seed, ther person I had allowed to birth me a son as well as a daughter.
These two were the women of my life, the women I should have cared about the most. These women were who I should think of when I think of love, lust, need and desire.

Breakfast is Served [FM][FDom][msub][chastity][denial]

Inspired by a post from/u/taco_kitten. Link in comments.

Today is the day; the day you promised; the day I have spent these months waiting for; the day which has filled my every waking moment ever since That Day…

…That Day, yes. I suppose that’s the place to start; the Day everything changed.

I’m a successful businessman, running a small property agency with a few branches across the country.  From the one property I started with, I now manage a portfolio of over a thousand properties, worth over a hundred million, and turning over more than ten million a year, as well as sales and rentals on behalf of clients. I don’t say this to boast, at least not anymore, merely to give you an idea of me, and how easy it is for me to have anything I want. I live well, play hard, and fuck; or at least I did.

On That Day I was in my office just as any other. Business was good, there was little for me to do these days; I was preparing to head home for the afternoon. There came a knock at my door, my assistant stuck her head in; “there’s someone here to see you, Sir. I know you weren’t expecting anyone, but she insisted.”

Emmy’s Iron Maiden Glory Hole [Msub, Fdom, anal, exh, huml, swing, voy]

This is a continuation on from the ‘A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties’ and ‘Emmy’s games’ stories.

Previous stories:

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties sexystories/comments/26myqy/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_msub_fdom_anal/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 2 sexystories/comments/26qic1/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_2_msub_fdom/

A Surprise Ass-Fucking in Panties part 3 sexystories/comments/26tgta/a_surprise_assfucking_in_panties_part_3_msub_fdom/

Emmy’s Games Part 1 sexystories/comments/276k8w/emmys_games_part_1_msub_fdom_anal_mast/

Emmy’s Games Part 2 sexystories/comments/27c2q7/emmys_games_part_2_msub_fdom_anal_exh_huml_swing/