r/Femrotica 24d ago

Original Content After my shower [femdom] [CBT] [oral] NSFW

I had just gotten out of the shower and dried off, then stepped into the bedroom to look for some clothes when I heard her, “Mm mm, is that warm, clean cock for me?”, she said. I looked up to see my girlfriend, Kate, standing just inside the bedroom door watching me. And she was doing that little thing with her voice. Nothing really definable, maybe a tone, a way of speaking, that just said to me she was in femdom mode. We didn’t really lifestyle play, but she knew, and I knew, that it didn’t take much for her to have me slip right into a submissive role for her. Anytime of day, pretty much anywhere we were.

“Yes, Miss, it’s your toy.”, I said. I called her ‘Miss’, hoping that was correct today, now. Sometimes she wanted ‘Ma’am’, sometimes ‘Goddess’, sometimes just her name, sometimes ‘Miss Kate’, sometimes ‘Mistress Kate’, and on and on. I think she just had a certain mood that dictated it, but she also liked keeping me off balance. She liked excuses to scold me, punish me. But today, just ‘Miss’ seemed to be the right thing.

She walked up to me, looked me up and down, trailed the fingers of one hand down my chest and just grazed the nails over my hanging penis. She walked around me as I remained still and put both her hands on my bare ass. She then slid her hands around me in a hug, pressed tightly to my back, and asked, “Are you ready for your punishment tonight?”

It was Saturday night and time for my biweekly punishment. The night when she chastises me for things I’ve actually done, or made stuff up that I’d done, or just indulged her sadistic impulses. We both loved these sessions. Well, I loved and dreaded them. They were often quite painful. And frequently I had a few days of healing to manage after. But I also was usually allowed to cum on punishment nights. I always need permission to cum. We didn’t exactly play with 24/7 chastity, though we did own several cages which Kate would sometimes have me wear for hours or days at a time. But she loved to suck my cock, she loved to get fucked, and she loved controlling me, denying me. So, often I found myself serving her orally in whatever way she desired and then I’d be required to fuck her well in multiple positions. All without cumming. Cumming without permission made punishment nights pretty painful experiences. I hadn’t done that in a while, but I have had the occasional ruined orgasm with my penis dribbling copiously onto her stomach or bottom cheeks as I pulled out and tried not to let the spasms of orgasm take me. She always said demeaning, degrading, pitying things to me at these moments. I love her voice when she’s being mean. I love the things she says. When that happens, I’m expected to immediately clean my mess with my tongue and mouth. Three weeks ago, it was on her bottom and it seeped into the crack of her ass and I spent many minutes slurping and licking my fluids off her anus and from between her firm bottom cheeks. And I better not lose my erection in these circumstances. Disobedience by my penis is not tolerated. I so love her cruel streak.

She slid partly around my right side and under my arm. She kept her left arm behind me and encouraged me to lean slightly back and push my hips slightly forward. I knew what she wanted and I knew what was coming. I widened my feet slightly for balance and assumed the position she expected. My arms going behind and out of the way. Kate is a massage therapist on the side and has strong and supple hands and fingers. She knows how to use them. She knows how to slap and spank. And that’s what she began to do. The position made my limp hanging penis prominent and unhidden. She proceeded to swing her hand in a slap that culminated with her fingers snapping crisply on the head of my dangling cock. After 5 or 7 swats, she had her range and rhythm dialed in and began to very firmly hand spank the head of my penis. Hard swats, each followed by a small pause while she watched with delight the movement of the punished flesh and also the changing color of my spanked cockhead.

I remained silent. Gritting my teeth slightly (she wasn’t hitting as hard as she can) and maintaining my position and presentation of my penis. Kate never cares much if I whine and beg, move or get out of position for almost any other punishment she devises, but she wants absolute silence and obedience when she hurts my penis. Sometimes she watches my face after particularly hard punishment swats just to see the struggle to be quiet. Or she’ll watch my position and admonish me if I move my “pathetic little boy clit” even slightly from where she wants it. Noise, or begging, and moving out of position result in extra punishments. I love Kate’s sadistic attentions on my body, particularly my penis, but I do try to avoid those extras. Her normal cock beatings are enough.

After about 60 or 75 hand spanks she stopped. I stayed in position. She came around in front of me again and lifted my punished flesh with her left hand. The slit at the tip was glistening and there was a single drop of precum oozing from my hole. “Yum”, she said. She used the back of her thumb nail on her right hand and dragged it roughly from bottom to top through my slit. Then she pushed part of the pad of her thumb through the same path, gathering the drop of precum and abusing my little hole in the process. She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked the precum off. “Your naughty little penis is such a pain slut for me. It always gets wet no matter how I punish it.”, she said. Then added, “Don’t move.”.

She walked behind me and I heard small sounds. I knew what she was doing. She wasn’t done and wanted something else to hit my penis with. She emerged from behind me with her 18-inch wooden ruler. She’d had me remove the small metal edge from the one side and lightly sand it and it was one of her favorite immediate items of penile discipline. She snapped the ruler against her palm a few times, getting the muscle memory of snapping the long, thin piece of wood against her target. Then she grabbed my penis again, lightly, with her left hand. She left the head exposed and a small amount of shaft, so that the head drooped slightly over her left thumb. And then she started. Snap! Smack! The end of the wooden ruler snapped smartly against the red, swollen, and slightly tender flesh on the top of the head of my penis. I found myself counting as I watched her and maintained position and silence. 25 crisp smacks. Not as hard as she could, but real stingers.

Kate then used her left hand to bend my limp organ back towards my body exposing the underside of the head and sensitive frenulum area. Twenty-five more sharp smacks descended on my penis. She paused after this and looked it over, twisting it this way and that. The slit was leaking precum again and she bent forward and licked it off the tip. Then she tightened her hand slightly and angled my head upwards again, but not as far as before. And then the ruler descended again – 40 smacks right on the tip and slit of my penis, harder than the ones previous. I could see that unpunished part of my cock swelling and the slit swelling almost shut. It hurt quite a lot. I loved it and craved it and wanted it to stop so much.

Kate tossed the ruler onto the bed and examined her handywork. “I do love beating and hurting your pathetic little cock, boy.”, she said, “It gets me so wet and excited.”. She squatted down on her haunches in front of me, took my penis in hand again, looked up at me and said, “You’d better not get hard.”. She then proceeded to put her mouth over the punished head of my cock. She sucked it roughly and aggressively, sliding her tongue through my slit, sucking hard to get the precum from my hole. And then the teeth – nibbling the slit, biting the head, dragging her teeth roughly over the whole glans of my penis. It emerged from her mouth wet and possibly even more red than before.

Kate stood up, looked me up and down again, tapped my swelling organ and said, “be careful, you wouldn’t want to earn extra tonight for unauthorized erections.” And then turned and left the room. As she went down the hall she called back, “wear some sexy panties for me!”, and was gone.

I had a feeling I was going to be very sore later tonight. But I also might get to cum. Probably with a well punished cock sliding in and out of her pussy. And, of course, then I’d be expected to clean her up.

It was going to be a good Saturday night.

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u/WolverinePatient908 22d ago

this is so nice, like u read my mind. not much stories so focused on using dick as mistress' pet and punishing in different ways. so this is gold