Femdom

**This is my fist story for a long time, so I'd be grateful for any comments or feedback** *** Monday morning seemed like a mile away just a few days ago!... I had been so relaxed and excited to finally meet the girl I've been fantasizing for the past few weeks, a girl that seemed just too good to be true even from the further reaches of my imagination. But here I was turning the fantasy into reality.

"So, you up for some fun tonight?" asked Heather breathily into her phone. She was twirling her blonde hair, and feeling a bit horny. "Sure," replied Carol, "I just got back from a shit day at work and could really do with a drink and some entertainment. But give me an hour to recover. How about that place in the City, the one with the glass dome, about 8?" "Great, see you there,"

Tell me what you think. This one honestly got away from me because I wanted to keep it as one story but it just kept getting longer. * I stretched sleepily and looked around. The waves crashed along the shore and the sun beat down from a cloudless sky. I was stretched out in a beach chair and all my friends were likewise sleeping on various chairs and blankets. It was a warm Saturday in July and a bunch of friends from college had gotten together and we had gone to a beach my family belongs to for the day.

Lockdown had been tough. I think that like everyone, in the first few weeks, I went through the same nervous energy, the excitement, the newness that everyone did. But after the first two months, that started to fade, and the reality of being shut into a relatively small two-bed flat -- admittedly, with the state-permitted exercise and shopping permitted -- started to sink in. There's only so many local walks you can do, and I really started to crave anything different.

She had invaded his dreams once again, as she had done nearly every night for the past two weeks, this time even more vividly. He once again tasted her and explored her smooth inner flesh walls with his tongue. He was once again breathlessly, hopelessly straining for her, craving her soft warmth wrapped snugly around his tortured, imprisoned member. But even in his dreams he was denied that ultimate pleasure. Even in his dreams, he was forbidden the relief he so desperately craved from his lustful insanity, which had grown exponentially over the past month.

This story is strictly fiction; any correlation to actual people alive or dead is purely happenstance. It took a long time to write. I hope it is somewhat coherent. ***************************************************************************** On the first warm spring Saturday, young Seth awoke to the enticing smell of bacon, groggily he arose off his childhood bed and headed downstairs still in his blue cotton sailor-themed pajamas. At his mature age, the pajamas were adolescent, yet he still wore them.

She came by one day a few months after their divorce while Kevin was away on a business trip. When I opened the door, she looked fabulous, as if she had done a makeover. "Kim! Hi! What brings you up here?" I asked, trying to mask my sudden excitement at seeing her look so good. She was wearing a two-piece sort of business outfit. It was a crushed black-velvet jacket with a short skirt and a white silk blouse with a ruffled collar.

Liz had been married to Tom for two years. They enjoyed a marital sex life which had never lost any of its honeymoon fervor, and had actually become more exciting as they discovered more and more about each other's physical and emotional needs. Perfectly matched romantically and sensuously, they were almost comically mismatched physically. Tom was fully six feet seven inches tall, and had been a basketball star at a college where that made him a campus hero.

"Isn't this an incredible place? I mean, look at all the people here. They're all hot." He turned and watched two women walk by, ogling them in the worst way, but in a way most guys seemed to think was somehow attractive or appealing to women. I sat my empty drink on the bar. "Excuse me," I said talking to the side of Steve's or Rob's or Leo's head. He had introduced himself but 10 seconds after he had said his name I couldn't remember it and never would.

Tonight was the night. I was finally on vacation in North Carolina. I was away from the daily grind of my life for an entire week. I had left everything behind for some quality "me" time. I had made a vow to myself that before week's end I would hook up with at least one hot guy. But not just any hot guy, you see, but a NASCAR driver. I was in driver country.

Just looking at Heidi, you could tell that she was a freak. The looks she gave. The way she always participated in "underwear on the outside" day. The way she'd suck on your fingers if your hand somehow ended up near her. She wasn't my type, though. I've never known measurements beyond "not enough" "too much" or "just right," and Heidi was just a little too far on the "too much"

I lay bound spread eagle on mistress Helen's bed totally immobilized and for the first time during the session I started to feel afraid. The moment my mistress had mentioned cbt I got very nervous and anxious because I didn't think I could handle it. I had never tried that activity before, and having it done to me while I was bound and helpless frankly scared the crap out of me!

I had always loved female domination porn, I watched it all the time as a teenager, and even now at the age of 24 I still watched female domination porn. I had loved that type of porn for as long as I could remember and I didn't know why. Women of authority had always turned me on like crazy, and it was so hard for me to fight my urges. My 23-year-old girlfriend Becky had found out about my love of female domination and she had not been very happy about it.

I lay there on the king sized bed looking up at my mistress with a raging boner. She was still holding my dick in her hand and I was aroused as hell even though we had only just started. She had a tight grip on my dick as if it were a prized possession and she squeezed it as she examined it in her hand. "You have a very nice dick Dean I'm impressed and I don't usually impress too easily,"

The following is a work of fiction to be consumed ONLY by adults 18 years of age or older. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old. This is a kinky pairing between a switchy couple, with the male in the dominant role in this scene. It is intended as a quick and dirty read with very little relational or character exposition. This story includes the usage of several different toys, anal penetration, and some humiliation.

Being in control of one's own orgasm is something that people tend to take for granted. Sure, you can't literally cumanytime you want, but it is close enough – all you really need is a little time alone and bam; gratification, bliss, and a slightly fuzzy feeling. As a man, I've certainly taken advantage of that and personally, I kinda had to. My libido has been higher than average since puberty and hasn't gone down since then; I'm talking a minimum of 4 orgasms a day for me to just feel like I can operate normally.

I waited in the car for ages trying to summon up the courage to go through with my idea. After finding the human puppy school on the net I had contacted the 'trainer' and he'd invited me along to his kennel to see how I liked it. So here I was, and I decided to go ahead and give it a try. I knocked on the door of the ordinary three bedroomed semi and must have looked like any regular guy to the people passing in the street.

This story contains elements of female domination, humiliation, degradation, corporal punishment and homosexuality. If that's not your thing go read something else. Dogshit the Bitch teaches the gospel Someone reading this with modern eyes might well question my sanity and the sanity of the man sucking my cock even more. They would also think that we were the same when we are very different. He is a masochist who loves being punished and abused by a sadistic woman.

This is a continuation of the Doing Things Properly story. It consists of very strict, rigorous Femdom D/s and sissy training and humiliation. If this isn't your thing, then please move on. For those who appreciate this type of story, consider rating it favourably and commenting positively. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 'You'll wear this one today. And every Sunday until I say otherwise.' Mistress placed the garment on the bed next to me. A maid's outfit, at least that was its cut and style.

Inspired by missub_69. "Don't be coy with me," I snap. This makes you flush I notice, so I keep going, "just because you are submissive doesn't give you the right to be passive aggressive." Now you duck your pretty face because it's burning. "Tell me what you need or I leave you in here some more." "I need you to use me." "Louder, what was that?" I wrap the metal knob of my flogger on the cage.

She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in them. Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully.

I was nervous walking to her door. I always am. I never know what mood she'll be in, and it adds to the excitement. I knock three times, and eventually, she opens the door. She tells me I can enter, so I do. Just looking at her gets me hard ... she is 5'10, long blonde hair. A stern, commanding presence. She wears a tight top, and tighter jeans. And her legs are incredible .

[Part of a continuing series of stories that at some point I plan to reorganize into one. Thanks to Dazmine.] *** I eventually found out that Dom's full name was Dominic, but it might as well have been Dominate. From the moment I encountered him at the glory hole in a local adult book store, through becoming a cum dump for him and his friends, I slowly become his personal slut.

Part 1: Caught Cal was just like any other 23 year old, he had just finished college and was working from home as a stock broker. It was a peaceful gig with good money, he got to stay home and had no additional payments like rent so most of his money just went to his personal use or savings. Of course like every guy his age he was at that incredibly horny stage of life and not having a girlfriend didn't help matters much.

Cal never thought there would come a day when he would be afraid of his own maid, adding insult to injury, it was in his own home, in his own room. "mpphhh." Cal tried to struggle free of his bonds and scream for help but all it served to do was squeeze the socks in his mouth releasing some of Lara's sweat which had been soaked up by the socks. Cal grimaced in disgust as the taste was horrible.

Cal couldn't believe the situation had devolved to such a stage. Cal was a regular participant in various debate competitions and prided himself on being very convincing, capable of winning most arguments. But then again, there's hardly any room for any sort of rapport when your angry maid stuffs her sweaty socks into your mouth and tapes it shut. Cal was down on his knees in front of the study table.

The night of 'The incident' finally came to a close and a new day was approaching. It was safe to say none of the three people involved got any proper sleep that night. One of them was busy discovering a variety of new pleasures to indulge in, while another was too disturbed by the day's events and slept fitfully out of worry and the last one was uncomfortably trussed up and was barely able to catch a wink of sleep.

Cal turned his back and walked back into the hallway, he heard Lara close the door after a minute and follow behind. The first thing he did was to grab Lara's phone and make sure to turn it off and put it on the table. 'No more recording things in hiding and getting me in trouble. But she wants to bet huh, wonder what other tricks she has up her sleeve.

Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal's behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara's used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.

Lara's POV "This can't be..." Lara was muttering to herself as she and Jenna inspected Cal's chores. Cal was following close behind with his arms bound behind his back and his mouth stuffed and gagged by his very own mom. Lara had excitedly wrapped her leather belt around her hand and was looking forward to smacking Cal on his arse, the chores were a means to add to his infractions and prolong his suffering.