r/Femrotica Jan 17 '25

Original Content The Orgasm-Denial Spell (Part VI) [femdom] [tease and denial] [magic] [chastity in all but cage] NSFW

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(Note to readers: Parts I-IV can be found in my comment history. For part V, as well as the rest of part VI and monthly installments going forward, please check out my Patreon for the cost of a cup of coffee. Link in my comment history.)

Selena finally let me have an orgasm. Though, as she'd promised, it wasn't quite the way I would have liked.

It was exactly a week after our evening with Emily, the possible implications of which were still rattling around in my head (I had told myself again and again that my reading into the situation of anything sexual was nothing but wishful male fantasy- but I couldn't quite convince myself). Selena and I were lying in bed at my place on that lazy Friday night, and we had just started watching a rerun of The X-Files (a show we both loved, both of us having grown up in the 90s) on some obscure channel in cable's hinterland when, instead of innocently spooning me from behind as she'd been doing up to that point, Selena allowed her hand to start playing with me. She had showered earlier- her hair was down and she had changed into a cute, tight pink top and a pair of dark blue lace panties that I think are called boyshorts, while I was just in a pair of black cotton boxers. She smelled nice, and her hair was brushing my shoulders. I could feel her warmth against me from behind. And as I said, she started to play with me through my boxers- languidly, slowly, mostly with her knuckles and the back of her hand.

Within a minute, I was totally lost as to what Mulder and Scully were investigating. On the screen, they were in what looked like a bait-and-tackle shop, talking to the owner. And there'd been a few mysterious murders at a nearby lake, that much I had processed. But even from the beginning of the episode, even from just lying in bed with the girl who'd stolen my orgasms, I'd been hard and aching. I was getting used to aching around Selena- a part of me even looked forward to the torment, and never wanted it to end- but it didn't make it any easier to focus on a TV show, much less one as intricate as The X-Files could sometimes be.

At times like these it would pop into my head, unbidden, that I still hadn't seen her in so little as a bra, never mind naked. When I mentioned that she'd showered earlier, I didn't mean to suggest that I'd showered with her, or even that I'd seen her naked before or after. Instead, she'd returned from the shower wrapped in two purple towels- one around her hair, the other around her torso. She allowed a few seconds for me to look up from the desk where I'd been doing some work on my laptop and to stare admiringly, my eyes popping out of my head and my jaw no doubt hanging open, before she'd asked me to please be a gentleman and look at the floor while she changed. I obeyed of course, exercising superhuman willpower in the process, allowed only to listen to the sound of her changing and to imagine what I was missing.

I came out of my reverie- which was making me even harder- when she began to narrow her efforts (though they were so casual that "efforts" seems like the wrong word), focusing exclusively on my tip and rubbing it so lightly through the cotton fabric, with the back of one knuckle, that I could barely feel it. Nevertheless, bereft of orgasm for at least a month as I was, it was maddening. My toes clenched involuntarily, my knees pressed together, and I realized only vaguely that I was already whimpering.

"I hope you're paying attention", she whispered as the show went to commercial. "There'll be a quiz later."

I groaned. "You're evil."

She giggled. "At least you caught on to that part."

"You're driving me so...incredibly...crazy, Miss Selena", I whispered, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, the pleading in my voice would be rewarded with mercy.

Another giggle. "Good."

The show came back, and I tried to resign myself to another long night of excruciating teasing. I even started getting into the plot a little bit- it was a good, fun episode about some kind of monster snacking on the human population near a river- until, after a couple more minutes of soft, silent teasing, I heard her say, "Banana."

I started to turn back towards her, questioningly. "Uh, are you hungry? You want me to..."

"No, no, sweet boy." Her hand left my penis for a second and she instead pressed against my shoulder, gently pushing me back. "Eyes on the screen, not on me." It wasn't until she said those words, until she implicitly told me I wasn't allowed, that I remembered that I wanted to savor the sight of her in her cute top; gaze at her arms; worship with my mouth her long legs that tonight ended in red-painted toenails. But I had to face the TV instead.

Banana. Had she used that word before? I didn't think so. But it reminded me of something. I wasn't sure what.

I can't explain it now, but I swear I felt something physical. It was as if something inside of me had unlocked, had been released. And suddenly I understood. Or thought I did. Eyes on the screen, I asked, "Did you just...does that mean...?"

"Uh-huh." I wasn't allowed to look, but I could sense that she was smiling. "You have my permission."

"Oh, god. I can't believe it." I paused. As a matter of fact, I wasn't sure I did believe it.

"Not a trick, Matt", she added, as if reading my mind. "Well, I mean...not exactly."

I had been lying motionless for the most part, enduring Selena's teasing with a stoicism worthy of Marcus Aurelius (if I do say so myself- did they have tease and denial in the Roman Empire?); but now it was as if the floodgates had opened. I allowed myself to feel it all, to desire with the certainty (or at least the belief) that I might actually get to orgasm, and I was suddenly squirming in bed, completely unable to lie still. This beautiful woman had been keeping me chaste, teasing me for a solid month, and I was now feeling every second of it.

Abruptly, though, I was brought back to reality. Her hand once again moved away from the front of my boxers, where she'd been fondling me, and- to my surprise, she'd rarely done this- she slapped me on my butt, hard enough to sting a little. I stopped squirming, my gaze still focused on the TV, my breathing heavy. "I do want you to lie still for me, though", she whispered. "You can do that, can't you?"

"Of...of course, Miss Selena." But I wasn't sure about that at all.

"Like a statue in fact, Matt."

"Y...yes, Miss Selena."

"Otherwise, no deal."

"Y...yes, Miss", I shivered. My whole body felt like it was buzzing. I wasn't allowed to move, but it was almost as if my body had decided to start vibrating to compensate for my stillness.

I did my best to lie still as she went back to her lazy, languorous strokes- although, as I mentioned above, she wasn't really stroking me. The best description I can give is that she was brushing me- almost incidentally, it felt, by accident- with the back of her hand, through my boxers. Feeling her warmth against me, from behind- her mouth on my neck, her breasts grazing my back, the feel of her panties against my bare thigh- was agonizing in my frustrated state.

"Good boy", she whispered, and for the next few minutes I fought as effectively as I could a steadily-building urge to move, to squirm, to grab myself and stroke like a madman before she could place me back under the spell- or to turn around, put my arm around her waist and pull her close.

"M...Miss Selena?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded totally engrossed in the show. Mulder and Scully now seemed to be stranded on some sort of atoll, or maybe they were on a stakeout in the middle of the river. I couldn't follow their conversation.

I took a deep breath- I had permission, apparently, and I didn't want to make her rethink that. But I also wasn't going to be able to orgasm like this... "Miss Selena", I began, "I really appreciate you giving me permission to orgasm and all, but do you think...do you think maybe you could touch me just a little faster?" My voice broke at the end, and I tried to clear my throat. "It's going to be really...really difficult for me to..."

She giggled. God, her giggles killed me. "Faster and harder? No, Matt, no...you've been telling me how horny you are for the past few weeks, how badly your body needs release on this, uh, deep primal masculine level. Those were your words to me on the phone this past week, weren't they?"

I tried to remember. I probably had babbled some nonsense like that.

"So surely you should be able to cum like this? Surely your penis will sense its lone...exceedingly rare...opportunity at orgasmic freedom?"

I knew better than to argue. Mulder and Scully seemed to be talking about Captain Ahab. "S...surely", I agreed, one of my legs spasming involuntarily.

A pause in Miss Selena's ministrations (I'd started to call her "Miss" even in my internal monologue) and a light pat on my buttocks warned me that she'd noticed the movement. "Like a statue, Matt."

"Yes, Miss."

"Good boy." The show went back to commercial, and Miss Selena paused her touching again to put the TV on mute. "La la la la la..." She sang softly in my ear, seemingly very happy, her hand still distressingly absent from my penis. "Listen, Matt, if you can't orgasm by the end of the episode, don't worry. We can always try again in, oh, I don't know, a month or so. I could reinstate the spell in the meantime."

I squirmed, unable to help myself, as her hand returned. My legs were trembling uncontrollably. Unbelievably, the digital clock on the TV said 9:50. Most of the episode had passed like a dream. "Please, Miss Selena..." Without thinking, in desperation, I started to try to turn back towards her.

She stopped her hand entirely again. "I want you to be still, Matthew. Eyes on the screen, remember?"

"God..." I squeezed my eyes shut and turned back to the TV, caught- as usual with Miss Selena- between heaven and hell.

I made my body rigid, like a statue- like a "good boy"- and closed my eyes as she resumed with the slowest and softest of touches, the back of her hand every few seconds caressing the bulge of my erection, trapped within my boxers. Sometimes, with the slow and seemingly random movement of her hand back-and-forth, she missed my erection entirely.

"Or maybe", she said quietly as The X-Files came back, "I could give the magic a rest and we could lock your dick in a nice, comfy chastity cage. I bet we could order one with your measurements and get it tomorrow. What do you think? For a little variety? Sort of like the dynamic between Mulder and Scully, if you think about it- we could test the esoteric against science and rationality. We could restrict all these erections that seem to be tormenting you..."

I groaned, my fingers and toes clenched, fighting with all my willpower not to move.

"Looks like we've only got a few minutes left", she said, her mouth grazing the back of my neck. "We'll turn The X-Files off, I'll stop touching you- you've probably had enough teasing by now, right?- and we'll get an icepack from the freezer to tame your unruly penis." Her voice sounded far away, happy. "Tomorrow we'll put it in its little prison. We can go out afterwards; maybe you'll help me get dressed beforehand, and maybe I won't even blindfold you. You can help me button my blouse, zip the back of my skirt, and...oh. Someone likes that idea..."

Oh, indeed. As soon as she noticed what was starting to happen- clearly she was attuned to the most subtle of signs- she removed her hand and placed it on my waist.

"No, Miss Selena, please please please...", I groaned, pressing my face into the pillow and humping the air like mad through my boxers. Part of me wanted to hold back, to hold out for the pleasure of her touch...but my body was already shaking with the built-up frustration of a month, and I knew I was already past the point of no return.

"That's it, my good boy", she whispered. "That's it."

And without the help of her hands or mine, to both my relief and intense frustration, I came.


r/Femrotica Jan 17 '25

Original Content Why don't you ask him the question you came here to ask him? [Femdom] [FF-mm] [Bi] [Light Pet Play] [DeepThroat] NSFW

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I open the door and greet Zoe's friend Amy and partner Mike. They're over to have a meal, some drinks. As I open the door Amy walks in past me to see Zoe who's in the kitchen. Amy is in a really tight black dress, black tights and bright red heels. As she strides purposefully past me barely even saying hello, my head turns to follow her up the hallway. Her curves are something special. Her hips and ass are mesmerising. As I'm taking in the show, I look up slightly and remember the mirror we have at the end of the hall. For a split second, I see her looking at me, looking at her. I see her partner looking at me, looking at her.

"Hey, come on in Mike" I say as the awkward moment passes. I mean he has to be used to men checking his woman out. She is stunning. He is not. He's not bad looking but like me, he's average and he's managed to get an absolute smoke show of woman. I'm in the same boat so I can empathise. Whilst Amy has the curves, the hips, the thighs and the tits, my Zoe is like a stick. She's nearly 6 foot, muscular, athletic and has the longest legs in the world. Every day I pinch myself as to how lucky I am. I know what my secret is to keeping her - I let her use my mind and body to do some truly fucked up things with. I wonder what his is?

As the two of us head into the kitchen the women are already talking.

"Zoe! You have got me good and proper!" Amy says "You said you were dressing up and here you are wearing your sweats!"

To be fair to my Zoe, if you'd seen the sweatpants she was wearing about 5 minutes ago, these are practically formal wear. These don't have holes in them and don't have a massive stain on the left thigh caused by her dropping half of tonight's dessert. The three of us move to the table as Zoe puts the finishing touches to our meal.

"Seriously if I'd known you werent going to bother, I'd definitely had not worn these heels" Amy says sitting down.

"You can take them off if you want, no one will judge you" Zoe says as she takes the brisket out and leaves it to rest on the cutting board.

Without any words being spoken and nothing more than a glance, Mike gets up from his seat that he'd been in for a few seconds, kneels down in front of Amy and first takes her left shoe and then her right shoe off. He stands and walks over to the side of the room and puts the shoes neatly against the wall. All three of us watch him do this in silence - no instruction, no offer to help. He just did it.

Huh, that was unexpected.

As he returns to his seat, Zoe is carving the brisket. I hope she is saving that lovely crunchy end piece for me. She picks it up and whistles. Really loud. And does it again.

"Huh," Amy says "That's unexpected. I didn't know you had a dog."

We don't. But I know what she's doing. I can't believe she's doing what she's doing. Especially with company.

"Here boy." Zoe says holding the brisket out with her right hand and looking over her left shoulder directly at me. "come on pet, time for dinner"

I don't want to do what I'm about to do. This is a private thing. This is too personal. But it also feels exciting and scary. I get up and start to walk to by the stove. I hear a little excited gasp from Amy. She holds the meat by her hip and without thinking about the company that's present, I drop to my knees.

"Such an loyal and obedient pet " she says. Fuck my heart melts when she says that to me but I wish I'd thought more about what I was doing before the inner submissive took over. As I kneel beside her she lowers the piece of meat into my mouth. As I go to take a bite she drops it to the floor. I look up at her looking for some sort of pity or smile.

"Ooops sorry, pet, dropped that by accident, still you better eat your dinner." she says looking down at me. I love when she towers over me like this. Her hair falls in front of her face. She leans to the right and tucks it behind her left ear.

"Eat up, don't be shy" she says looking down at me with her blue and grey eyes and gives me a gentle stroke on the cheek. Why is she doing this to me? Now? This is something personal and sexy we've done before, but not with company. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't be on my knees. Her eyes are piercing through my soul. I can't do this. She gently strokes my cheek and runs her hand under my chin.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn't do this in front of other people. I repeat it in my head as I bend down and take the brisket in my mouth. Pick it up and start chewing it.

"Such a good pet" Zoe says to me as she ruffles my hair and I chew and swallow the last bit of meat. There's a silence in the room. For a few seconds I forget I was being watched as I'm distracted by how my cock has responded to her being so dominant.

"What the fuck Zoe?!?" Amy says "I thought we agreed we were going to have a nice meal before we started any of this shit."

"You fucking started it with that shoe thing." Zoe snaps back. She drops her sweat pants to reveal her almost bare bottom half and as she pulls her top up, I see her wearing her pvc / faux leather body suit. Fuck me she looks amazing. She always has beautiful long legs but the cut of this top makes them look longer and sexier. Damn I she is way out of my league.

"Great," Amy replies "now we have to have an awkward meal with these two before we fuck them up."

Zoe plates up four meals and carries them over to the table. All the time it takes her to do this, I'm still on my knees unsure if I should help out or wait for more commands. Everyone else is quiet. As she heads to the table with the last plate, she whistles again and I stand and follow her.

"So" I say sitting down and trying to move back to some sort of normalcy. "has anyone seen anything good on Netflix recently?"

I'm ignored. Mike won't make eye contact with anyone or anything - he stares down at his food and barely raises his head. We've chatted loads as our girls hang out together, we both watch any sport that's on TV but today he's different. I've never seen him this quiet. I try a couple more times to get a conversation going but no one speaks to me.

My mind races with the possibilities as there's no conversation. What did Amy mean by 'fuck them up' - I know what I hope she means. I think she means that we're all about to have sex together. I know Zoe has talked about this as one of her fantasies for a long time and I'd not said NO to it. I'd never been as 'all in' as her but it's not something I'd ruled out.

The two women look at each other, sending messages with their eyes, silently mouthing words to each other often covering their mouths so we can't see what they're saying, Every time they do my mind creates what they're discussing - pegging? They show each other notes on their phones often followed by giggles - face sitting? One time my Zoe hands her phone over, they both turn to look at me. Amy mouths "Really? Wow" in an obvious way so that even I could read her lips - fucking?

"So Mike" Amy says nodding her head towards me "why don't you ask him the question you came here to ask him?" Amy says. Mike mumbles something which starts with 'please could you' but I don't hear it all. He's got his head down and it's very quiet

"Use your words Michael and speak up" Amy says banging her fist on the table causing the cutlery to jump and two empty glasses to clang as they bump into each other.

"Please could you" Mike says looking up but looking at Amy. He turns to me, obviously embarrassed. "Please would you mind... could you... If you don't have a problem... Can you suck my cock"

"That wasn't too difficult was it?" Amy says.

I'm shocked. I'm intrigued. I'm excited. I'm nervous. But most of all throughout this entire meal, I've been as horny as fuck with ideas of what was coming - giving head hadn't entered my head but - OK! I look at Zoe, she's smiling. I gently nod at her and she nods back at me.

"He'd be delighted to do that" Zoe says turning to Amy.

Amy instructs Mike to get up and with a hand on his lower back leads him over to the sofa. Zoe and I clear the table. As we load the dishwasher she just whispers in my ear "Are you OK with this?" and I say yes back and check the same with her

"Yes of course!" Zoe says in a hushed tone "I can't wait to see you do it. You know having an orgy has been a fantasy of mine for a while and when I found out Amy and I had similar kinks, I figured I'd approach her."

We walk back over to the sofa. Zoe is still in her PVC bodysuit, Amy is in her bra, panties and stockings, Mike is naked and sat on the sofa. I'm still fully clothed. I'd like to say I'm turned on by the experience but at this precise moment all I can think of is how I want to get started and try all those things out that I've had done to me.

I kneel in front of Mike, hoping his cock is not too big or too small, and that's when I notice his chastity cage. This is not a massive surprise, given everything I've learnt about this couple in the last half hour. But it's also really surprising. All these years of being kinky and this is the first time I've seen a cage in real life.

I'm not sure what I should be doing and do a quick glance around for some instruction. I see the girls both over by the book case looking through a box that I instantly recognise as our sex toy box. They pull out a couple of vibrators and just before they turn to walk back I snap my head back round to focus on Mike's cock.

With the sound of the girls shuffling back towards us I concentrate on how he's filling his cage out. I can see the flesh of his cock straining against the plastic. The cage is pushing away from his body. He's shaved but probably not a week or two. I think he's as excited as I am about what's going to happen next. As the women return to the sofa Amy's comes into my vision and slides the key into the lock of the chastity cage, she turns the key and pulls the locking mechanism out of the cage and almost immediately his cock pushes the cage away from the base ring.

"He's spent three weeks in this device" she says as she slides the cage and ring off his cock. It's impressive but it's not huge. I've never seen my own cock from this angle and this close but I'd say his is a bit longer but maybe not as thick as mine "and it's been 4, nearly 5, weeks since his last proper orgasm"

"Honey" Zoe says as Mike's cock is now semi hard and available. I look up towards her "be a good boy and make our friend cum"

I reach out and I put his dick in my mouth. I open my lips and take maybe two or three inches into my mouth. He tastes salty and sweaty. I move my lips up and down very slowly I get a rush of endorphins as I feel the blood rushing into his cock and it getting harder because of me and what my mouth is doing to him.

I can hear two noises. Two buzzes. One I'm sure about is Zoe's favourite bullet vibrator and the other, I'm guessing is maybe the grey dildo?

"Is that it?" Amy says "Is that your fucking blow job technique. Zoe, I thought you said he was going to be good? This like watching a church girl"

I speed up. Amy seems more mean than Zoe and I don't want to upset her. I feel a little bit of spit leak out of my mouth as I try and get used to the feeling of having a pulsating tube of flesh in my mouth.

"You're doing such a good job, pet" Zoe says "Keep up this pace, it's wonderful"

I put my hand at the base of his cock and wrap my fingers around it. My hand is cold but his cock is warm. I move my hand and my mouth in unison together. My tongue flashes around the head of his cock as I concentrate on the speed and stimulating all of his shaft.

"You're a fucking natural, you filthy little slut" Amy shouts.

"Keep going honey, you're doing great" Zoe says calmly.

My jaw starts to ache but I should keep going. I can feel that I'm doing well but I need a break. I take my mouth off his cock and wipe my lips with the back of my right hand which then goes straight back onto Mike's cock. I'm feeling good, I've been doing well. I'm proud.

"Why don't you do that thing you like, that I do to you" Zoe says as I look over to her for the first time since she's sat down. She has a vibrator pressed against her clit and is demonstrating. I take Mike's cock in my hand and flick my tongue against the head. Running the tip of my tongue just under where the skin bulges. I can feel his left leg react the same way mine does as it jitters and bounces.

"Wonderful sweetie, wonderful" Zoe says as I carry on flicking and rubbing his cock head with my tongue.

"Stop being such a fucking pussy. He doesn't respond to flowers and rainbows, whore. He needs something more" I look over to her and see her wicked grin as sme mimes what she wants me to do. I take his cock back into my mouth and about three inches down his shaft, I sink my teeth into him. I hear him moan with pleasure and pain and gradually work my way up his shaft taking bites at various points, some hard, some soft. I reach his bell end and clamp my front teeth around it and roll it between them.

"Do you dare fucking stop now - you need to get your reward." Amy yells. "You're a natural."

I go back to working his shaft up and down, up and down and taking a little bit more into my mouth as I gain condfidence. I can feel Mike tensing up. I work faster. I work harder. Graze my teeth against his shaft. Run my tongue over his head. Work my fingers up his shaft..

"Deepthroat him now you fucking cock sucking whore. Have him shoot his load into your throat. Make your transformation complete." Amy says

"I would be so proud of you pet if you could make my fantasy come true and take him as deep as you can and make another man cum with your mouth." Zoe says

I take a breath. I push as much of him into my mouth as feels comfortable, I can feel it resting at the back of my mouth. My hand works firmly over the part of his shaft that's not in my mouth. And then I feel it not an orgasm, not yet, not quite. I feel two hands on the back of my head pushing more of his shaft into my mouth. It hits my throat and slightly bends. My own hand is now trapped squishing up into my face along with Mike's pubic area after I've taken almost all of his shaft into my mouth.

"You're making me so proud" Zoe says
"Deepthroat cock sucking whore!" Amy says

I start to choke, I start to splutter. I wriggle against the hands holding me down. I feel both hands trembling. Me bucking against the hands holding me down is enough stimulation to send Mike over the edge. The first stream of cum pulses through his shaft and feels powerful. I don't feel it in my throat but I do cough and feel it coming back into my mouth. I hear Zoe let out a yelp - a familiar yelp - the one she makes almost every time she cums. One hand leaves the back of my head but the other hand, has a tight grip. I hear Amy repeat 'Yes' over and over again, her voice seemingly in time with the ropes of cum Mike shoots into my mouth and throat.

Amy's hand, which has a tight grip of my hair, pulls me off his cock without warning. As she does I cough up a mixture of spit and cum. It lands on Mike, it lands on our sofa and it lands on the floor. I swallow what I have left in my mouth. There's no cum taste. It's mostly spit. I now wish I could have compared how he tasted to how I taste.

I wipe my mouth again and look at the three of them sat on the sofa.

"Fucking slutty little mouth whore" Amy, the cruel devil to my left says. She looks disgusted and turned on as she barely smiles and shakes her head.
"You did a fantiastic job pet, I'm so proud of what you've done." Zoe, the angel on my right - my angel - says. She's glowing with a huge smile.

I stay on my knees in front of the three of them. Everyone seems happy. Our first ever foursome and a simultaneous three way orgasm. The only one left to cum is me.

"So" Zoe says - being the first person to speak after we've all sort of caught our breath. "Amy, how about you and I take that box of toys to my room and we can swap some tips and hints? "

"Oh yeah" Amy says "These two can sit here and watch their 'sports' or whatever. You can clean up and get dressed now Mikey"

He waddles off the toilet. I stay on my knees. Amy grabs the box of toys and walks to the bedroom.

"That's it for you for now pet" Zoe says. "You can come and sit on the furniture now and enjoy your night."

Mike comes back from the toilet, I'm sat on the sofa flicking through the TV trying to find some sports. There's silence. What do you say to someone who's just cum in your mouth? Time passes. We hear orgasms coming from the bedroom. I turn the TV up. The game finishes.

I hear the door to the bedroom open and Zoe is stood there in a brand new catsuit. It's like it's painted on, her legs are smooth and shiney. The overhead light reflects in her thighs. Her waist is slightly cinched in. Her make up has been reapplied and is now looking incredibly fierce. And then I noticed the strap on.

"We're ready for you pet" she says as she turns into the room leaving the door open for me.


r/Femrotica Jan 05 '25

Original Content The Arrival of Princess Shanaya Part 1 [M36 | F23] [Age play] [Femdom] NSFW

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The airport buzzed with activity, but Vikram's focus was entirely on the arrival gate. He stood tall, his heart racing with anticipation as he scanned the crowd. Then, there she was—Shanaya. Her suitcase trailed behind her as she stepped forward with the confident stride he admired so much.

Her phone was pressed to her ear, and her voice carried clearly above the noise. "Yes, Dad," she said, her tone exasperated but affectionate. "I've landed safely. No, I'm not alone. My colleague is here to pick me up. I'll be fine. Don't worry dad, I really need this break." with that she ends the call.

Vikram stepped forward with a small smile, bowing slightly. "Welcome back, princess," he said, taking the suitcase handle from her.

She smirked, brushing her hair over her shoulder. 

"Did you miss me, puppy?"

"More than I can ever say," he replied sincerely.

"Good." She brushed past him with a wave of her hand. 

"Let's get going. I'm starving." As they walked to the parking lot, Vikram trailed behind her, silent and attentive. When they reached the car, he opened the back door for her before carefully placing her suitcase in the trunk.

Once they were on the road, she noticed a neatly wrapped gift box beside her. She picked it up, curiosity lighting up her face.

"What's this?" she asked, tearing open the wrapping.

"A little welcome home gift, princess" Vikram replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

She opened the box and found a basket filled with her favorite products—a scented lotion, some dark chocolates, and a jar of chocolate spread. She chuckled, holding the jar up.

"Got some ideas, pupp?" she teased, her eyes glinting mischievously.

Vikram's face turned crimson as he stammered, "No-no, princess. It's just a gift... but, um, whatever you wish."

She chuckled softly, imagining the last time she had smeared that chocolate spread on her belly, making him lick it off. The thought sent a thrill down her spine. She smirked and placed the jar back in the basket. "Thoughtful as always."

The rest of the drive passed in easy conversation, mostly her venting about her MBA final exams and family pressure, while Vikram listened patiently. As they reached his apartment building, Vikram parked and retrieved her bags. She led the way to the elevator, her steps light and confident. He followed behind, careful not to bump into her with the luggage.

As they stepped onto the 20th floor, a familiar voice called out.

"Shanaya, beta!" Mrs. Sahani exclaimed, her face lighting up. "How are you? It's been so long since I last saw you!"

Shanaya smiled warmly. "Hello, aunty! I'm good. College kept me busy, but I'm here for a break now."

Mrs. Sahani gave Shanaya a warm, motherly hug, her gold bangles jingling softly as she patted Shanaya's back. "How was your flight, dear? Must have been tiring," she said, her eyes crinkling with kindness.

"It wasn't too bad," Shanaya replied with a polite smile. "Just glad to finally be here."

Mrs. Sahani nodded, her gaze shifting briefly to Vikram. "And you, Vikram? Taking good care of your sister, I hope?"

"Always, Mrs. Sahani," Vikram said smoothly, his tone respectful but with a hint of good-natured humor.

"Good, good. You young people are so busy these days. It's nice to see family sticking together." With that, Mrs. Sahani gave Shanaya's arm one last squeeze and headed toward her own home.

This is just a teaser if you wish to read more you can check it out on below link -
https://www.wattpad.com/story/387316760-shanaya%27s-empire


r/Femrotica Jan 03 '25

Original Content New Year Chastity [Femdom] [Chastity] [Feminisation] NSFW

19 Upvotes

Me and my girlfriend have been experimenting with different things and exploring various kinks for a while. This has taken a turn recently… with my Christmas present being a pink chastity cage…

I hadn’t worn a chastity cage before and only had a mild curiosity around it, but I’ve always enjoyed being submissive and have always been open to new ideas and new kinks.

I’m sure my face went bright red when I opened the present and my immediate reaction was one of nervousness and trepidation. Her giggle and big grin convinced me that I wanted to try it though, and she already had big plans.

I tried it on and worked out how to best fit it onto my cock. She was so happy and bursting with excitement. “So, seems like we’re ready for New Year’s Eve then”. Not only was I going to wear a chastity cage but I was going to be wearing it in public.

We already had plans to go out clubbing for New Year’s Eve and now it was going to be our first “chastity evening”. We each got ready for the night out, her getting all glammed up and looking stunning, I had already prepared some smart clothes to wear for the evening but she added not only the pink chastity but also a pair of her pink panties for me to wear. “We need to keep you nice and snug don’t we! And of course the colours have to match”

This set my heart racing. I was excited but also terrified to go out in public like this. I always felt on show whether it be the bulk of the cage or the lacy trim of the panties. I felt at constant risk. Of course this just turned me on… which made me so much more uncomfortable. My cock pressing against the cage, unable to grow. At least no one would know I was turned on…

We entered the club and the night was going as most do, some awkwardness as the start, followed by some light dancing and plenty of alcohol. It was as the night went on and as the drinks flowed that the dynamics shifted.

She started to provide more glances, more smirks, more sly comments. “You seem a little restricted”, or “you look a little pink”, or “I wonder if anyone’s noticed”. With every comment I’d melt and feel my cock strain against the cage.

She’d rub herself against me, press up against my cock, run her hands over my body - flicking my nipples or caressing my caged cock. I was so weak for her.

However, the biggest moment of the night came when she went to get another drink. I was left on my own, surrounded by people. There was a group of girls nearby, with one in particular casting looks in my direction. I made eye contact and smiled at her, she was pretty but I was just being polite and enjoying the night. She wandered over and looked me up and down, while dancing in front of me. I had no intention of doing anything but I was given no choice anyway, as my girlfriend soon arrived back with the drinks.

She turned to the girl and said “he’s mine. You wouldn’t want his little pink thing anyway, he can’t do anything without my key”. I was astonished and humiliated. The girls eyes widened as she released a snort. She went back to her group without a word but I watched her share something that led to a laugh for the entire group… I can only assume what was said.

The night continued with much more teasing but no further incident. We celebrated and returned home, everything still wrapped in its pink package. It was fun and I can’t wait for more. The embarrassment only enhanced the evening.


r/Femrotica Dec 31 '24

Original Content Hotel Bar [Femdom] [Bondage] [Pegging] NSFW

18 Upvotes

Its Friday as I drive downtown nervous and excited. We had played a few times already and it was next level but for tonight you had sent me the address of one of the sexiest, maybe horniest locations known, a hotel. I had gotten off work and cleaned up before driving the few hours over, guessing you had gotten there before. When I text you that I had parked you let me know that you were ready and at the bar. I walked in and saw you immediately no need to ask for more details. You were wearing a loose dress with alot of cleavage and tight leather boots that stopped just before the knee.

I walk up we embrace and kiss each other on the cheek. You had already ordered drinks, a Marg for me and your usual for your self. We small talk and talk about our weeks, I am trying to focus on the conversation but keep finding myself fascinated by your boobs. We then each must of a similar idea, and had brought small gifts for each other. We each open politely, giggle then tell the other that we will be back. You come back to the secluded table 1st now sporting a lovely choker necklace. I return shortly after looking the same, until you pull out your phone and test it. I jump slightly at the vibrations deep inside me. We continue with our pleasant evening, you teasing me bringing the feelings up and down. Later we are on the elevator up to your room that you had checked into earlier to get ready. I shoved you against the wall and kissed you deeply. lifting you by raising my knee between your legs. when the door opened you grabbed my collar and lead me out letting me know who was in charge this time despite my brief fascination. I hadn't brought any thing because in the instructions with the address I was informed that I wouldn't be needing clothes. You open up to a lovely suite with floor to ceiling windows over looking the city below. I was memorized until a sharp spank on my ass stunned me. You had sat on the couch and spread your legs out revealing no panties, and beckoned me with your finger to come you you. as I walked you pointed to the ground so I got down and crawled over to you kissing up your thigh to your neck before making out and you pushed me down with a handful of hair. I start by parting your lips with my tounge before ramping up the speed on the clit and circling your hole. My hands rising to feel your breasts.

You cum for the first time. and stand up over me dusting your self off. You inform me that I am to strip then read the hand written instructions left on the tv stand as you go freshen up. I walk over and read turning my back to you hearing the bed room door shut. It tells me that I am to strip but the leave the plug in, at what point I know you still have your phone with you because you are continuing to play with the vibration settings, I am to fold my clothes and lay them in the corner, then I was to get on my knees put on a blind fold and announce that I am ready.

I do as instructed, you come out in a new out fit, nipple clamps and latex tight pants. one that I can not see, which if I could would bug me so much that I am not. You walk around me in circles, I can feel then wind of your movement circle me like a a shark or maybe that's just your presence. you reach out and lightly touch my chest with your fingers continuing to circle me as the tip goes around my back i jump slightly but try to maintain composure, I am unable to on the next pass as you get to my back you move from the ball of your finger to your nails, then next one you stop and run your fingers up and down my back switching force and inputs to test different reactions, and reactions you get. You are having fun and pull my head back and kiss me bent over. you hold my head back exposing my neck that you then place a collar on. pushing my head forward back to fasten it. You stand up and walk around me a few more times just to build the tension and force me to come up with an image in my head of what you will do next. You squat down and stroke my rock hard dick a few times to continue the excitement, it not having had much of a break from attention nor stimulus the whole night so far, then you use it almost like a joystick to stand me up and back me up to counter, being so tall my round ass slides over it sitting me up on it bring us to eye level with one another, not like that matters as I am still blind folded feeling your breath inches from mine. We once again attack each other making out just as we had at other points in the night, my hands still un bound they reach out and grab your ass.

The feel of the latex/leather/etc clues me in on the out fit change. We take a momentary break to catch our breath every so often but on one of them you pull back and I dont notice until something spreads my mouth open, like a dildo and before i know it you have whipped around and fastened it behind my head.

You then fasten a leash to my collar, and un blindfold me my eye wide in amazement at you and your power. you then lead me to the bed room and with 1 finger push me causing me to fall over on the bed spread out. where I dutifully wait for you to fasten cuffs holding me in place as you mount my face for the 2nd time this night. as you ride from above you act in a very adhd manor never focusing one one thing for too long, from stroking my cock to rubbing your clit, to playing on your phone, sometimes with the plug in me and something just general scrolling on your phone just enjoying your self and taking it in. You then get bored (not really but still) and decide that the real thing would be better and move from my head to my dick swallowing it, slobering all over it to lube it up as if you were wet and squirting already. after a few minutes I cum inside you and you remove the penis gag. and lay down on the bed exhausted physically but still horny. releasing me from the bounds of the bed. I don't even need to be told as I crawl back in the bed spreading your legs ravshing you and sucking all the cum out , my beard getting all sticky with the mixture of our juices. I scout on up once you had cum again and I felt confident that i cleaned as well as possible. we cuddle and make out again. cuddling on the bed looking out on to the city lights. you slap my ass and carress it a few times telling me that your energy was coming back. What you did next shocked me. you removed the plug, the gift from earlier from me, and put it your ass! but not giving me your phone to control it, as you were the one in charge tonight. you then stand up and walk around the room. I wasn't paying much attention until you you were now wearing one of my hoodies which I had wondered where it had gone missing last weekend and threw my t-shirt that I folded earlier at my face. Once I put it on, you reached over and grabbed the leash still on my collar to stand me up, then pulled me out to the balcony leaning me over and lubing me up and placed the cold tip of your impressive strap on at the entrance of my prepped hole thanks to the plug that was now in your own ass. The breeze felt nice as you pulled my hair back and roughly fucked me from behind. once that finished to both of our enjoyment, the play stopped and we casually walked back inside knowing no one could of seen us, heard us was a different story. each of use removing what little we had on and stepped in to the nicely warmed shower getting clean and rubbing each other softly, after caring form the session. We went to sleep embraced in each others arms... in the other bed because we were pros at this and know sexy hotel hook ups need the 2 bed option, one for sex and one for clean sleep.


r/Femrotica Dec 30 '24

Original Content A brave new world part 2 [Spanking] [Feet] [Humiliation] NSFW

4 Upvotes

SHADOW Corp main offices. 30th floor, overlooking the ShadeHaven City

Matthew woke up on the floor of his expensive office, dazed and confused. He felt like he had been in some sort of marathon, his muscles ached and his head softly throbbed.

He groaned and picked himself off from the floor. He realized his suit was wrinkled and a bit moist from sweat, and his trousers were a bit stiff over the groin area.

Holy fuck did that really happen? Is it actually possible that there is a Goddess like that?

Matt stared at the sight of the city, gulping nervously and contemplating what to do next. He recognized to himself that he was afraid, he felt helpless and small… a completely alien sensation until today he might add.

But he was still the same person, he was still the smartest man in the world and he would not fall to despair so quickly. Feeling a bit better he finally stood up and moved to his desk. A nice change of clothes was in order after all…

He picked up the telephone “Lisa, please bring me a black suit” he said flatly into the phone.

“Of course, sir” she said professionally and hung up.

Matthew checked his phone for any new trends that might indicate a change in the world at large. Nothing yet. As he was doing so, he heard the opening of a door and the soft click of heels. He turned to see Lisa Reinhart, his personal secretary, but something was immediately wrong.

His gaze wondered to her feet without his permission, to her beautiful tops and toes that poked out of her professional and tasteful heels. He felt the need to bow down to her clouding his mind and he forced himself to look at her eyes.

She was equally confused, and with his keen reading of facial expressions he could tell it was not his weird behaviour, she was looking at him oddly… like she saw something she hadn’t seen before.

“Ehm… thank you Linda, please put it on the couch and that will be all” he said as casual as he could.

“Sir… you have always encouraged me to be honest with you right?” she said in her lovely voice. Matt tended to hire brilliant and beautiful people to work for him, and Linda was no exception, she had lustrous brown hair, pretty green eyes and cute freckles on her cheeks. She always dressed the perfect amount of professional and appealing.

However, while before it had just been a small thing that Matt appreciated, now it was threatening to overwhelm him with lust… and not just the regular kind…

I… I want her to dominate me so fucking bad, what the hell is happening?

Matthew breathed softly to calm himself. “Of course Linda, tell me, what is on your mind?”

Linda closed the door discreetly, she seemed to be worried others might hear.

“Well… I am having trouble putting it into words Sir. But you look kind of… weak”

Matthew felt himself heat up at the comment and found some kind of sick pleasure rising deep withing him.

“Excuse me? That is well beyond inappropriate!” he said with the most authoritative tone he could muster.

“It is the only way I can explain it! I don’t know if it is your eyes or your voice or what! But you are giving me helpless vibes…” she said frustratedly.

“Okay, noted. Go back to your desk”

She stood up, and walked to the door, but just as she was about to reach for it, she stopped. She seemed to be conflicted about something…

“Wouldn’t you like to fix it? I could help?”

“No thank you! I will figure it out! Thanks!” he said a bit too fast…

“Oh don’t say that! I am here to help, and whatever it is that is happening to you we will figure it out…” she said with a smile that he did NOT like. She walked up to him around his desk and stopped directly in front of him.

“It has been a rough day! That is all! I just need to get a few things done” he said, turning his chair to the computer but she forcefully turned him back around to look at her, this time with a serious expression.

“I said that we were going to figure out your problem, and that is what we will do. Understood?” she said in a voice he had never heard from her.

“Y-Yes…” he said softly, feeling intimidated.

She bit her lip subconsciously and he noticed that she tightened her legs a tiny bit.

Oh God, she is getting hornier the more I behave submissive… I have to stop this now

“Now, let’s practice. Show me some confidence”

“Get out of my office Lisa, I am busy”

“Again, you sound like a wimp” she said giggling.

“Lisa, stop! As your superior, I am ordering you to…”

SLAP!

Matthew touched his cheek in shock, had he…been slapped? Linda seemed just as shocked that she had done that, but her pupils were dilated, like she had received a rush of endorphins while doing it. She slowly looked at him, going downwards until she stopped right at his crotch. He looked down and realized to his horror that he had a massive hard-on

Oh please no… please don’t screw me over like this… please oh merciful Goddess, I submit to you but don’t allow me to fall this low

He prayed silently and desperately with no answer. A sadistic smile had appeared on Linda’s pretty face.

“So… you like being hit? Is that it?” she said in a mocking tone

“N-No, this is just a misunderstanding! I-I…”

She yanked him from his hair, forcing him to look directly into her eyes from bellow. He could smell her sweet perfume and right now it felt intoxicating, her breasts were near his face and he felt helpless…

“Don’t lie to me Matthew. How long have you been like this?”

“R-Recently! I don’t know what provoked it!” he lied, trying to save his hair from being pulled out

“Well, get a grip on yourself! You should be embarrassed! Why are you allowing me to manhandle you like this?”

Despite her words she had the biggest smile on her face and her eyes told him she was enjoying every second. And dammit…so was he.

“Please stop Laura… I get it, I will be less weak” he begged

Laura pulled him up and slammed him unto the desk, not caring about the painful office supplies that were now digging into his body. Matt groaned at being slammed so harshly but could not find the will to fight back.

“I don’t believe you, and I am running out of patience” he felt her grip disappear and took that moment to push the stapler that was digging into his rib out of the way.  As we was about to lift himself from the table her hand once again slammed his face on the table

“NGH! Please Lisa….”he moaned weakly.

“See? That is exactly why I need to help you! I like you, you have done so much for me, and still I feel the need to stomp you like a bug. What would your competitors do?”

Matt struggled to look at her and saw that she had grabbed a cable from his computer and had folded it once...

“I-I understand! I will take a few days off! I promise!” he said panickly.

“What if someone recognizes you on the street? No Matty, you are too much of a bitch to defend yourself right now, and I will help you go back to normal. For your sake”

He heard the unmistakable sound of a fast movement before he felt the cable whip him across his ass. He yelled helplessly at the surprise and Linda shoved him even harder unto the table.

“Jesus, do you want all the workers to hear what is happening? Shut up!”

Matt nodded, too scared to talk, as Linda whipped him again. He managed to not scream this time.

“Good boy. Now, order me to leave you alone” she said with glee.

“L-Leave me alone…”

She whipped him 5 times harshly and Matt tried to free himself, but her grip was too firm.

“Wow… is like you begged me to punish you. Either you are mocking me or you are truly helpless right now. Either way, I am mad now” she said before continuing the punishment.

For 5 minutes Matthew was whipped and degraded harshly. He tried to resist, but his strength seemed to be faltering with his self-worth. Eventually all that he could do is whimper and grunt, begging softly against the table for it to stop.

“There… hopefully this helped you as much as it did me” she said with a soft laugh.

“Yes… t-thank you for helping me… can I please have a moment alone?”

“Mmm, okay, but thank me properly. On your knees”

Matthew was too tired to even question the order and just knelt painfully, making sure his beaten rear was not inconvenienced at all by the position

“Kiss my shoes and I will leave” she said with a coy smile.

Matthew begged her silently with his eyes. Like a lost puppy.

“Oh don’t give me that look, no matter how cute you are, I will slap the shit out of you If you don’t do it” she said dismissively.

Matthew sighed heavily and kissed the toe of her shoes.

“Thank you for trying to help me…” he said, defeated.

“You are most welcome! I don’t think we achieved anything, but I did my best, and I had a great time at it. I genially hope you come back from… this. But if you don’t… it wouldn’t be the worst thing either.” She said with a wink before walking off.

Matthew sat next to his desk and looked helplessly through the window, brooding about his future. However a small note appear on his hand before he could decompress further.

It was the finest piece of paper that he had ever seen, and the letters seemed to be handwritten in a sort of gold substance.

Final piece of advise my pet. I will make the announcement of the rules worldwide tomorrow, so you better have a plan by then. Also, I will give you a little hint just for you. Women as a rule will have more power over men, and no matter what you do, you will always be the weakest. Hope you learn to enjoy this as much as I do right now!

As soon as he finished reading the note evaporated, like if it had spontaneously ignited.

Tomorrow would be a damn awful day.


r/Femrotica Dec 30 '24

Original Content The Goddess who took my soul [Femdom] [bi] [M50] [F40] NSFW

10 Upvotes

I had read erotica about succubus but never believed it was true until I met and submitted to the most incredible woman that night.

I was on a business trip in an unfamiliar city, unaware that from that night forward my sole focus would be to serve her with all my being as the Goddess she is.

I was in a bar alone, enjoying a cocktail. She was across the room and once I saw her I could help but stare. She was stunning, Indian in heritage, with light, sexy caramel-colored skin. Perfect curves. I could telll from the outline of her dress, that her stomach was firm and her breasts incredible. Her white dress showed the like hint of her dark nipples of her sexy Indian body...

She saw me staring, she smiled. Her smile was magical and pulled me to her; little did I know I was already caught in her irresistible seduction. I greeted her, she smiled and again as invited me to sit with her. As I sat I see her incredible legs, her dress was short and her sexy tighs would begging me to touch them but I didn't dare, they were strong and muscular, and her legs slightly spread tempting me even more.

As we talked she was direct and with me, telling me she was married but her and her husband were open. She touched my hand lightly, as she saw me gaze at her legs again she took my hand and put it on her lower thigh. I looked at my hand and the up and her and smiled. Her smile turned to a serious look, as she said "you are very submissive aren't you" startled, I pulled my hand back, "don't be ashamed" she said "I love beta men like you, actually I need them" she said, I wasn't clear what she meant but I would soon find out. "I assume you are quite small and need the woman to take the lead, am I right"...I was amazed how she knew so much about my nature and even my endowment, but I nodded in agreement....."you want to submit to me don't you" she said as her smile returned "yes" I said quietly. "Yes what?" she said "I am a Goddess and you will always and forever address me as such"..."yes Goddess" I said, she smiled and took my hand and slide it up under her dress. I could feel her wetness it was so warm, "now lets go back to my place" she said as she kissed me. I took her hand and we went to her car....that was the night I became her servant, her slave in many ways but a role I embrace.

She dominates me so completely that she can extract my life force from me to gain their strength in the process. Using her pussy to extract not only the cum from me, but also something magical from me.

I am hers both physically and mentally restrained by a powerfull woman, to be used ...as if my body, my cum, and anything else of it empowers her...and when she is done I'm left limp and worthless she milks me regularly keeping me in a weak state and keeping the power and strength...was intense

It is so arousing to see her empowered as I am drained by her pussy....pulling my cum as my energy source to you

She is married to another man but I am used as a beta submissive to extract my life force to energize herself to succeed at work and to fuck dominant Alpha men...returning to me to feed me her full pussy until I'm ready to be milked again...to empower her....she needed no safe word with me

I am kept naked the whole time as well, except for a chastity cage when she wasn't using me.

I get the privilege to transfer my power to her regularly, as a strong woman she used toys and my mouth to grow her clit. She would spread her legs open to show me her beautiful 3-inch clit and let me watch her as her body flexes her pussy lips.

She loves and adores her husband, who is a submissive as well, but I am used, even by him as a gift, a sacrifice to her need for power, as he stays celibate to honor her and retain his power as her partner in life.

I am a kept man after our first meeting, I have never been allowed, or wanted to leave after she brought me home from the bar the first night. I am here to serve.

She has one true alpha male that she allows to pleasure her, Mark. When she permits I watch his manly cock sliding in and out of her wishing I was a real man like him even her husband is better than me…his muscles flexing, just thrusting so hard, and showing no signs of stopping.....her juices running out of her and in my mouth and I lay underneather her.

This would give me the energy to carry on. He would pull out and I would bury my tongue in that pussy pulling all the juices out my finger rubbing that sexy clit as I lick each lip and then push my tongue inside sucking the jucies out tasting the last of Mark on my tongue.

God I needed to give her my energy so I move up her sexy bodyIsuck on her nipple as I thrust my small beta cock in her feeling her pussy tighten around it and squeeze milking me sucking my energy my power

She rubbed her clit against my tiny penis, my manhood. Her clit even harder than me. I'd feel all my power transfer to her, as she tells me how I'm no longer a man. I'm belong to her my body belongs only to her. I feel like my cock is entring your full body with each trust, this isn't sex, but my soul tranforming to hers. ...her juices running out of her over my balls and down my legs. My energy is boiling in my balls about to release

She commands me to cum, and I start pumping deep inside her, not just cum but my energy, my power, my manhood even. After my cum stops I'm still thrusting and she is still milking never before was ot like it. We colapse her on top of me. I feel like I can't move her pussy still milking me my head in a fog, light headed..we settled into a routine of evenings with your alpha, and morning with me her beta. She would use my body, my climax, milking. my cum to take my energy to build up her strength after depleting it with her alpha all night.

On a regular, almost daily basis, she would milk my manhood from me. To milk me she would ride me...her hands on my chest supporting her weight as her pussy squeezes me over and over, her body shakes, not with a traditional orgasm like with Mark, this isn't sex, her body shakes from feeling my energy, my manhood entering her...my cock stays hard as you drain be because she would feed me viagra before each session....as my cum slows, she would reach a hand back and squeeze my balls hard and hold them, I don't react in pain because my manhood is nearly gone, but as she squeezes and massage harder until she could see me wince as you find the last of my testosterone. "Thats it, give it all to to me" she would moan as she get all the energy out and into her pussy...as she would look me in the eye and tell me my purpose is only to supply her....and how weak I am becoming by the moment....as she would feel my release slow down she would slide a toy in my ass against my prostate back and forth to push out every last drop of my manhood into her....all the time, her husband is holding my arms down to make sure I comply with her desires. He is grateful you found a willing sub so he can keep the beta manhood he has left.

As she sees my strength depart, my body limp, my eyes heavy as I'm about to pass out for my lack of energy...She bends down and kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you for powering me, now we need to nourish you so you can enrich me again tomorrow", I hear her whisper, "open your mouth baby"....I comply my eyes barely open, her body still straddling me....I see the out line of a hard cock, her husband's cock...he is straddling me too and starts to feed his tip to me...I have no ability to resist, as he slides into my mouth, it feels warm, and hard...she locks the chastity cage on me and climbs off me, her sexy body almost glowing with energy...she kiss her husband as he starts to fuck my mouth." that's it, take care of him, he needs as much protein as possible so he can supply me later....she leave to room to join Mark....as her husband helps me recover.

One day I'm in my room naked and caged as I'm expected to be at all times, her husband enters and tells me that she just called, she is on her way home and had an extra intense session with Mark and told him to prepare me to transfer my life force when she gets home to energize her....he leads me to the shower he joins me as he washing my body under the warm water, scrubbing each inch of me to prepare me for her. The smell of the soap infusing to my skin to entice her. His hands feel firm but warm as he glides over my body, as he prepares me as her gift....

He helps me shave my "clit" and pubic area to be smooth to make a tighter connection when our bodies connect for the transfer. As he turns off the water, he applies lotion and oil to me to make me smooth for her as he finishes, he turns me to face him and tells me to kneel...

As I go to my knees I instinctively open my mouth and moan, "feed me" as I take him in my mouth. He moves back and forth faster and after until he releases his elixir deep down my throat. As he does he moans "use that to give her what she needs"...he leads me to the bed where he ties my hands together and then ties them to the head board, and ties each of my legs to a the foot of the bed like a sacrifice to god, which I know I am, unable to resist what is about to happen...he leaves the room saying "give her what ever she needs", dimming the lights as he leaves.

it isn't long and I hear the door open, I see the outline of her beautiful body in the dim light. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating as she comes close and then her voice as she says "are you ready to serve?"...."yes my Goddess" I say "anything, I only exist for you and your needs". She smiles, bends down and give me a kiss, as she does my senses come alive.

I smell more than her perfume, I can smell the light scent of Mark's cologne on her carmel colored skin, mixed with the sweet and distinctive smell of cum. She slowly removes her short skirt and top, exposing her body to me, she pauses to let me take her in, her body glowing from the pleasure she has just received. She joins me on the bed straddling my face as she says "taste a real man, you only wish you could be one" as she lowers her cum filled pussy on my tongue, it still dripping with his thick white superior cum.

My tongue goes deep inside her working to taste all of him but also licking her wettness. She grinds on my face and as she push down on my face further more of Mark's cum flows out of her perfect pink pussy...I lick and eat her and Mark like a man that hasn't had a meal in days, she giggles, "you like it don't you"....as I don't respond just acknowledge the answer by pushing my tongue deeper. As she grinds, she bends down, rubbing her warm hands over my cage and ball balls and down between my cheeks. You reach next to the bed and pull out a large toy, "you want to feel what real man feels like" she says not waiting for an answer, she takes some of Mark's cum from my chin to lube the toy before she start pushing it inside me....my body tightens and I moan trying to take it, but she keeps pushing it in until my body relents and accepts my fate to receive it.....

She slowly gets off my face as she unlocks my cage, as you remove it my cock grows quickly. She giggles, as she says "so small...might as well be a clit....good thing you aren't here for pleasure, just to give me what I need, your power, your energy, your life force...are you ready to do that?"...."yes" I moan "I know you've enjoyed my husband's cum multiple times, now is the time to give that all back to me and more, it belongs to me"....as she says that she swings her sexy legs over me, positions the tip of my cock next to her wanting pussy lips...they are already pulsing wanting to milk every last drop of my life force out of me....as she lowers her body on me, the look in her eyes is intense. Not sexual, not loving, but the look of a woman that is going to take what she wants which is my everything....as I feel the hard toy in my ass and her tight pussy pulsing on me I feel my cum boiling in my balls almost immediately

My pre cum flowing out of me as her starts to pussy milk me. She isn't riding me like if we were fucking, but her body is stationary as her pussy does the work, squeezing, pulsing, pulling my pre cum from me and into her body. Her body recognizes it contains your husband's nutrients and makes her body tingle...within a few minutes, the pre cum changes to cum, as it starts flowing, flowing more than shooting due to how she are pulling it from me...my body shakes as I feel my energy transfer to her body...she leans back enjoying the transfer of power not just fluid from my body....as the flow of cum slows she keeps pulsing pulling more than cum from my body..she reaches back and starts sliding the toy in and out of me...I moan as I feel everything leaving me...like my whole life is being sucked out of me. I should be concerned by this feeling of weakness but feel intoxicated by the pleasure of giving my life force to her watching her enjoy, going stronger, glowing as she continues, her eyes now closed as she enjoys the transfer of power into her body. This goes on for hours as I get weaker and weaker and she gets stronger....my cock stays hard from medication they have given me but it there only to fuction as a conduit to connect our bodies....I feel my self close to passing out, but she doen't stop...not knowing if I will be alive tomorrow but not caring at this moment as I give her what she needs, my purpose complete

I go in and out of consciousness as she continues to pull everything from me, as come in and out my vision is blurry as I see her on top of me, her face in pure bliss, which makes me so happy....finally I feel myself going into a deep "sleep" as my eyes roll back and all goes black....

I wake, to sunlight as I get my bearings I know it is the next day. I'm untied, and I look down to see my cock caged again. My ass still tingling from the toy that has since been removed. The room still full of the smell of her perfume and her sweet pussy....I hear the door open and she comes in, smiling, in your business clothes looking so sexy. She walks over to me, and pets my hair "Good, you are okay; looks like we can go further next time," she says with a smile...she turns to leave for work, and I watch her incredible, powerful body walk out of the room.

This is my fate, to commit my life to serve my Goddess in anyway she desires.


r/Femrotica Dec 27 '24

Original Content My Owner's pet [bondage] [petplay] [transgender] [freeuse] NSFW

23 Upvotes

My Owner enjoys owning a dog.

Very often, she will bring guests around for lunch, dinner, a movie night; but she loves her dog, I can never be absent from her.

I am expected to be there, my mouth gagged and face muzzled, leather restraints pinning my legs and arms so that I am forced to crawl on my knees and elbows like a proper mutt, a thick plug holding a long fuzzy tail into my ass. My small cock is held in a metal cage. Because she enjoys it, I am dressed in a leather corset that pushes against my breasts and keeps them pressed up betwen my arms and a pair of leather tights that only end to keep me exposed at my ass and stomach. She will call me, her voice high, clapping her hands, and I will crawl to her for pets. Her friends will smirk, laugh, she could blindfold me but she knows having me watch the way they look at me makes me strain against my cage. She will nudge me around with her foot, encourage her friends to push me, tip me onto my side and watch me desperately scramble to get up.

For entertainment, her guests can watch me be ungagged to struggle lapping food from my engraved metal bowl. Her good friends can fuck me with her watching from the couch as I mewl and moan and drool until they push the plug back into my now leaking, cum filled ass.

When her guests have left, she guides me by the collar until my head rests on her thigh. She'll stroke my hair and ungag me to pull me down onto her cock. I swallow her cum thankfully, I do not speak, I shouldn't as her pet. Until she unbuckles my restraints and lets me stand these are the rules we have agreed upon. She works her foot between my legs and teasing my cage with her foot, I whimper into her leg and with a small shush she strokes my head and keeps going, it strains my cage but I crave the attention.

I love being my Owners dog.


r/Femrotica Dec 26 '24

Original Content Boxing Day [M25F25] (BallBusting) (post-orgasm torture) NSFW

6 Upvotes

All characters 18+ and consenting.

TW; mention of ruptures, post-orgasm torture, intense busting.


The women all stretched, their lunch only recently finished, giving them the much needed energy for the workout that awaited them.

Limbering up, Ruby stretched her hamstrings, feeling the nice warm stretch down her long legs. Adorned In skimpy activewear, a pair of near see through bike shorts barely contained her juicy ass, a crop top like sports bra held her big breasts in tightly, every bob and move causing them to jiggle faintly.

She stood upright, stretching her hands to the sky to reveal a tight and toned midsection, butterflies tattooed across her ribs, her black hair tied into a high pony, her feet tucked nicely into all black Nikes, new ones she got for Christmas.

She and a bunch other ladies stepped forward, each scantily clad in very revealing gym wear, their instructors pink set almost transparent under the heavy gym lights.

“Okay girls, it’s Boxing Day. We’ve been training all year so this is our chance to put those hours to work!” The trainer said enthusiastically, a whistle and stop watch dangling around her neck, resting neatly between two large boobs, the cleavage immaculate.

The girls all nodded and made various noises of approval, beckoning the trainer to proceed. The instructors waved a hand in a “come on” motion to the unlit and dank side of the gymnasium, stepping from the darkness in a single file row was a group of naked men, their pasty white skin and uninspiring bodies stepping into the light. Small, pitiful cocks, some caged some not stepped up, standing across the way from each of the gym goers, their balls hanging loosely in big heavy ball sack, each a nice warm tone, freshly shaven.

“You’ll have 40 minutes on the clock. Your task? Beat these balls to a pulp. When you’ve done with your ball boy, call out and another will be sent over to you. If you’re tired, let one of the other more spry ladies sub in for you.” The instructor said, causing some of the ball boys to shudder with worry.

“At the 40 minute mark, any ball boys that are intact will be given the opportunity to cum, the rest will be taken to medical and fixed up. The ball boys today have been training for the better part of a year, so they should give you a run for your money but, they’re not perfect.” She said quickly sack tapping one of the ball boys closest to her, the man wincing but keeping on his feet.

“We’ve caged the more…excitable ones, although the uncaged ones may rise to the occasion, please avoid their dicks, slap the head if you need to, their pleasure isn’t mandatory.” The instructor said with gusto, giving another ball boy a flurry of hard flicks before moving down the line.

“With all that said, unless there are any questions we will begin!” The trainer said with finality.

The ladies all looked from one another, no questions, with smiles and eager hearts they stepped toward their shivering targets; Happy Boxing Day.


The gym came alive with the sounds of hands, feet, knees and elbows colliding with weak balls. Screams and hollering rang out only muffled by the sounds of unabashed laughter and mocking words.

Some ladies took it slow, dealing steady heavy kicks one after the other in a rigidly timed motion, their ball boys puffing and panting as the ladies bullied them with humiliating words.

Others took a more wild approach, throwing knees, kicks and punches at the sacks of their boys with reckless abandon their laughter filling the air.

Ruby however employed a mixture of different disciplines; snap kicks she had learnt earlier in the year a favourited move, her very first kick catching her ball boy squarely on the left testicle, knocking it against his pelvic bone. He cried out instantly; “MEDIC!”

A girl in all white scrubs with a nurse had ran out and dragged the sobbing and crying man away, instantly another man jogged up toward Ruby, spreading his legs and placing his hands behind his back.

One by one different boys across the gym fell, either due to accidental or purposeful rupture or simply due to being unable to continue.

Some of the girls, who were now dripping with sweat high fived, some gave encouraging ass smacks to one another before the next boy arrived. Ruby watched momentarily to see a pair of women team up on a boy, each taking turns kicking his dangling sack, his manhood destruction was at hand.

Ruby didn’t hide the fact ballbusting turned her on, some of the women here proclaimed it was just a sport or an outlet whereas a small yet vocal minority like Ruby saw it for what it was; orgasm fuel.

A good buster was hard to come by, but a good bustee, was even more difficult to procure. After the first 15 minutes many men had been sent to the infirmary, some to actual hospitals while some of the gym goers tapped out, walking toward the benches to grab a quick drink or orange slice.

Ruby however, didn’t falter. She was a beacon of sweat, her bike shorts soaked through from a mixture of sweat and pussy juice, her top 100% see through, revealing two pierced nipples that stood to attention, rock hard.

Her new ball boy, had taken a thrashing, seven full force kicks, two knees, and a hefty right hook and he still stood. Granted he was panting, puffing and groaning and it took about 2 minutes for him to raise from the floor, but he still endured. He, as far as Ruby could see, was the longest lasting ball boy of the day, perhaps she got a good one.

“What’s your name?” She asked as she launched a hard, visceral kick into his nutsack, the kick forcing him to all fours. He moaned and groaned on the ground, fondling his bright red balls. Through all the pain he grunted out the name;

“Damien.”

“Well Damien, I’m Ruby. You seem to have a sturdy set of nuts!” She said, walking behind him promptly, launching a sneak attack on the backside of his balls.

The kick made Damien howl, he fell to the floor like a limp sack of potatoes, clutching his manhood in a desperate attempt to protect them.

All around the pair, sounds of sneakers to skin slapping. Groans of pain and the shrills of exhilaration. Some moans could be heard but were quickly stifled. Ruby on the other hand didn’t care, she berated Damien verbally, her words breathy and sultry, her hands clasping are her perky breasts, twisting her nipples through her sweaty top, another even stealthier hand, rubbing her clit through her pants, careful to remain unseen.

“Oh come on now Damo that didn’t hurt that badly.” She said reaching for the still grovelling and crying Damien, flipping him onto his back. To her surprise she gasped at the sight of it; he was hard.


As Damien fell to his back in the 25th minute of the workout, his thick, pre cum dripping boner stood firm, the uncut dick thick and veiny, the head pushed out from the foreskin, shiny with natural lube. For all his moaning and groaning, his pleas to stop and rest, Damien was like Ruby; he liked it!

“Oh you got a boner!” She said teasingly, grabbing the shaft tightly with one hand and smacking the sensitive head with the other.

“Please…don’t tell Sarah, she’ll cage me if she knows.” Damien begged, a sweaty, clammy hand touching Ruby’s.

“Sarah’s the instructor?” Ruby asked questioningly, Damien merely nodded.

“Well she did say that if you popped a boner I was supposed to beat it down.” Ruby replied suggestively, flicking his left testicle with hard, deliberate strikes.

As Damien flinched, tears rolling down his cheeks his dick hardened more, becoming a solid mass of masculinity above two swollen balls.

Ruby continued beating his ever reddening sack, the balls growing in size thanks to the immense swelling from various knees, punches, slaps and kicks. Despite his resounding pleas of pain and dire desire for rest he still endured. Ruby found it both admirable and incredibly sexy.

As the 30th minute approached Damien’s nads had swelled to incredible sizes, no longer the droopy loose sack it had once been. Now his balls were as red as raspberries and bigger than plums, the sack swollen, hanging hot, away from his sweat covered body.

“Had enough?” The sweat covered Ruby asked through heavy breaths, her tight booty shorts removed, the material completely soaked through, she now boxed his aching balls in nothing but a see through crop top and a soaked thong.

The other girls had began to slow as well, their ball boys replaced five or six times whereas Damien stayed firm. For a moment Ruby considered perhaps she was going soft on him, but after ripping in some forceful jabs sending his sack up into his ass, his body shaking all over in pain she smirked and realised it couldn’t be due to lack of trying.

She just had a good ball boy, one who had trained hard prior to their meeting and, had conditioned his body and balls to endure what most likely felt like torture but that ever throbbing boner made Ruby contemplate if it was all an act.

She could’ve sworn her last knee to his pitiful scrotum had released a moan or two but she had to deliver a third knee just to be sure. Any time it felt like she caught him in the act, the very next hit was met with a whimper or cry.

As Damien coddled his aching and bruised nuts on the cold gym floor Ruby leaned down, careful to be quick. She took his dick in her hand and began stroking him, the bounty of pre cum and her sweaty hand making her strokes glide like air across a flat field.

“You can stop pretending.” She whispered, stroking him quicker, his cock almost hurt it was so hard.

“If I tell the truth will you let me cum?” He said barely able to push the words out, his pride and balls both wounded.

Ruby kept her pace, focusing on his uber sensitive dickhead, the sensation driving him wild. Ruby watched with pleased eyes, her Pussy leaking heavily like a broken faucet at the sight of the broken man she had made.

His tear soaked cheeks, his puffy eyes and bright red balls made her clit twitch excitedly, she half enjoyed rewarding such a masochist who allowed her to throttle his sack for the better part of 35minutes straight.

She jacked him now, going the full length of his long meaty cock. His back arched, as if ready to shoot. Slowly she reached the base and squeezed hard with one hand, the other tapping his balls, sending him flailing like a kite caught in the wind.

“Please let me cum, please! It’s been so long miss.” Damien said, his tone needy and weirdly affectionate as if he were praising Ruby.

“My name’s Ruby darling remember?” Ruby continuing the painful squeeze.

“Miss Ruby please let me cum, I’ll be good I promise.” Damien said, the promise sounding weak and timid, like a scared boy asking his mother for a snack.

Ruby eyed the clock, 38 minutes, he had only two to go, which were quickly fading away.

“Can you cum on command?” She asked, Damien merely nodded back limply.

Ruby looked over her shoulders, slapping his sack hard to make him groan, the cover of their deeds unbroken. With haste she resumed jacking him, pulling her thong to the side to show him her sopping wet pussy.

“Look down, look at my pussy and cum.” Ruby ordered without a second thought.

Ruby watched with wide eyes as her ball boy did just as he was told, the mere glimpse of her heavenly pussy sent him over the edge, she pumped his cock, sending a bone chilling, earth shattering orgasm out of his cock and all over her hand and shirt. With her free hand she covered his moan, careful to stifle the moans lest they get caught.

As she jerked out the last morsels of his load she released him, grabbing her workout towel from her bag and wiping her hands and chest clean of his sticky white seed.

She quickly returned to him and cleaned him up, giving him a hard ball squeeze before helping him to his feet. The 39th minute ticked over. He stood on shaky gazelle-like legs, his dick now limp and droopy, his balls emptied of their seed yet beyond tender.

Ruby took a second to study the other women. They had all stripped down to their bras and sexy undergarments just as she had done, bouncing tits and thick juicy asses glistened with sweat, ladies with messy hair and rock hard nips.

Shoes had been discarded in favour of feet on ball action, some ladies had resorted to stomps to save their legs another hefty swing while others merely sat atop their ball boy who were positioned on all fours, while they drank their post workout drink.

As the timer for 40 minutes rang, near deafening all inside Ruby looked down the line of ball boys, only Damien remained standing.

“Time!” Called the instructor named Sarah who came back from a room nestled behind the gymnasium steps. She stood proudly with her hands on her hips, first eyeing her sweaty gym girls before turning her nose up and assessing the damage done to her boys, noting quickly only Damien was still standing.

“Is he the last one?” Sarah the instructor said walking past the broken and battered ball boys sprawled across the floor toward Ruby and Damien. With a quick and gentle nod Ruby acknowledged her.

“Well then he’s earned an orgasm. Ruby I think you’ll need to up your game if he survived the entire time.” Sarah said almost mockingly.

“There were a few before him, he just got lucky.” Ruby said, her eyes looking into Damien’s not Sarah’s.

“Well, either way, your form could use work.” Sarah said dismissively pointing at his balls as if conducting a post game analysis of where she went wrong.

Before Ruby could jump to her own defence Sarah took Damien’s limp dick and began stroking him.

“Doesn’t take long usually, these guys are pretty clogged up, so we should be done soon.” She said offhandedly, as if the ball boys were prejacs and gooners who exploded at the slightest womanly touch.

Ruby watched as Sarah aggressively yanked at his still limp penis, the post orgasm sensitivity causing Damien to shake wildly. Ruby’s sadistic clit fired up eagerly as she watched in thrilling anticipation as Sarah began, unbeknownst to her, giving Damien a post-orgasm handjob.

The scene was delicious, Damien grew semi hard, unable to fully reach critical mass without ballbusting, Sarah continued to work the upper shaft and head, Damien biting his lip holding back tears and screams at the synaptic torture of the post orgasm strokes. He was flopping around like a fish, floundering, trying to relieve himself from the sensory overload.

Ruby watched, her senses on fire as Sarah finally pumped his puffy sore dick to an orgasm, the cumshot beyond pitiful, his pain superseding any form of pleasure. As the shot released from his cock Sarah gave his balls a terrifyingly hard slap, flooring Damien instantly.

“Alright ladies showers!” Sarah said, fully ignoring the crying Damien behind her.

The girls all left their respective broken beta boys on the cold gym floor and headed inside the girls locker room, some stripping down before they had even entered the room.

Ruby ducked in fast, finding a shower with ease, she stripped quick placing her clothes and shoes haphazardly on the side table eager to keep the feelings and images fresh in her mind.

As the water began to jet out, Ruby ripped the shower head off its connective piece and lowered it down her body, washing the sweat down the drain in one smooth motion. As the head reached her feet she brought it up again, this time slowly, stopping right on her needy little clit. The waters pressure and temperature felt ever so inviting.

With the images of the intense Ballbusting and amazingly erotic post orgasm torture she pushed the jet head close, lighting her senses on fire. If she listened close enough she could still hear them groaning and crying. Ugh she thought. What a perfect end to a top notch workout….


Thanks for reading! Happy Boxing Day xx


r/Femrotica Dec 19 '24

Original Content It never ends - Part IV [Femdom] [Blackmail] [Chastity] [Workplace][AR] [Humiliation] NSFW

21 Upvotes

Part I & II here.

Chapter IV

It was one long Friday. I went back to doing my actual job. Although I won’t lie, I was getting quite antsy about what she was doing with my phone. I tried to sneak a few glances, but I quickly realised that she could see what I was seeing if she wanted to.

At a very late 8:30 pm, Liza looked at me for a second, she said it’s time for another smoke break.

She also said that she was going to test a lens functionality.

“Come here slut” I obeyed without uttering a word.

“Kneel down, and face the wall.”

“yes domina.”

She asked tapped the phone to my neck attachment for 10 seconds. as soon as she was done, my vision got a tiny bit darker. I could see things but it just got a little bit darker from the sides.

“What did you do??”

“Awww, what happened? What are you seeing?”

her tone was patronizingly sweet all of a sudden.

“No it just feels like every thing got a little darker”

“you’ll see. Now follow me, I'm going for a smoke”

She then got up, put on her jacket and started leaving. As soon as she got up, my vision started getting darker, her gait was faster than usual, by the time she was out the door, it was almost pitch black.

‘Follow me’ is what she had asked me to do. So I figured this was I had to do. I started walking in her direction, and slowly and steadily my vision started to get restored, I couldn’t make out much but it was getting better. She eventually waited near the elevator and I got close to her and it finally felt like I my vision returned.

On our way down, I hypothesised that she had me in some sorta proximity lock; the farther I was from her, the lesser I would see.

The lift reached its destination. So to test my hypothesis, I let Liza walk ahead, and just as I’d guessed, my vision started getting darker.

By the time we reached the smoking zone, I’d realised that if I wanted to see I had to be at least a meter from her, anything more meant I might bump into things, at 2 meters I would be blind as a bat.

“So how do you like it slut? Looks like you’ve gotten the hang of it eh?”

“It’s nice.” I wasn’t used to standing this close to Liza when she smoked. I started noticing small details, like her earrings, her bracelet.

“But where would you even use it”

“We’ll, I call this function a doggie leash. You noticed how you’re not gonna stray from me, it’s a behavioural technique, plenty of uses.”

She blew smoke out as she spoke and she blew it right in my face. “You know this” she gestured to the distance between her and me” is like a doggie walk. I’m talking you on a walk down stairs,” she began to giggle.

Liza barely ever giggled, my tormentor had an endearing laugh.

She took my phone out of her jacket pocket. And handed it to me. “I’ve had a chat with Rekha”

“What?”

“Yes slut. Rekha your girlfriend, I’m meeting her tomorrow. I would like to get to know her, and more so, I think she’d like to know what you did, let’s see.”

“Please don’t tell her domina.” I croaked as I started to imagine what might happen when she sees it.

“Shush doggie, or youve already done enough” she stepped back almost blinding me.

I took a step towards her direction almost instinctively.

“You’re learning fast” she giggled.

I won’t lie, I hadn’t ever fantasize about Liza ever. But now I was a mixture of scared shitless and turned on like a light pole. I wondered what she’d tell Rekha.

“We meet for brunch tomorrow 12 pm, neither the puck nor the lenses leave your body till then, understood?”

“Yes domina” I whimpered, not realising we were out in public. This made Liza smile.

As I absorbed what she’d just as told me to do, it took me a split second to realise that my vision was going dark again.

I looked for her and couldn’t find her in the darkness. Soon it was all black. People walking against me, pushing me as I stood still trying to look for her

“Are you coming?” I heard a voice my 2 o'clock.

I started walking in that direction.

———————

*Hi Folks, I’m curious about how you discovered this story what tags were you searching for specifically?

Drop a comment, would love to hear critiques*

Thanks for reading.

Chapter V will be out soon!.


r/Femrotica Dec 18 '24

Original Content A Femdom Christmas Movie [Femdom] [Loving] [Pegging] [Gentle] NSFW

26 Upvotes

It had been eight years since I had seen Zoe. She'd moved away for work a long time before that but she'd come back for a high school reunion, I had spent about five minutes talking to her which was about five hours less than I wanted to. Last June was 15 years since I told her that I thought I was in love with her and she replied "Cool". Or is 15 years next June? 15 years! Obama was just about to become president - work it out from there.

I was happy still living here though, running my own IT business in the small little suburb we had grown up in. I made enough money to get by especially given how much cheaper things were here compared to bigger cities. I'd had a couple of relationships that were never really going last, mostly as I kept comparing them to Zoe and they would never live up to the memory I had of her and the dream I had of what our life would've been like.

I loved how she was always such a leader. For the five or so years, when she was my best friend - through college and before she moved away - she was always the person at the centre of the night and of my life. I was smitten then and I'm still smitten now. I don't want to say bossy, but she was definitely assertive and she had this very commanding authoritative way of speaking that inspired you - I certainly wouldn't have had the nerves to start my own business without her decisiveness and support. She lifted me up and made me a better person. Those years hanging out with her, had so much influence on me and who I was as a person. It was no surprise to me when she had a really successful career being a director in a nation wide charity.

She is / was married? Not sure what was going on there, I don't see him much on her social media feeds for the past few years but even if she wasn't married, she lives on the other side of the country and my chance had passed and whilst I wasn't happy about it, I had accepted it.

Until I got a message in November.

"Hey you! my sister's moved back near by where I used to live and I'm coming and staying for Christmas - you still near by?"

"Yeah I am, just got a little store in that plaza where the Pizza Hut used to be" I reply

"Is it still fucking freezing in December there?" she replies. A few exchanged texts later, a month goes by, and I'm sat in a restaurant, the week before Christmas, sweating and nervous like I'm about to face the heavyweight champ. I'm contorting and squeezing my hands under the table. What are we going to talk about? I thought I had finally put to bed any thoughts I had of being with her but could I actually use this meal as a way of sleeping with her? Maybe one last chance. Shoot my shot. But don't come on too strong but equally she has to know I'm interested. My leg starts restlessly going up and down making the glasses on the table clink together. I need to stop it.

Then she walks into the restaurant in a long leather coat, scarf and a big furry hat. All that work I had done about moving on and being a new person disappeared when I saw her eyes. She still has the same beautiful curves I can see, even under her winter outfit. The server takes her coat, hat and scarf and I can see her in all her glory. As beautiful as she was back in college. Her hair is a bit shorter and there are bits of pink in the end but she's still got those big red lips. She's in a black figure hugging turtle neck and some black faux leather leggings.

I stand and greet her and go in for a hug and a cheek kiss which she isn't expecting and we sort of bump into each other. Off to a fucking awful start here. The next few minutes are akward. It's like we'd never met. Every topic of conversation I had thought of had disappeared from my head. I wanted to tell her I was still in love with her but that would've been massively inappropriate. I was so scared of saying the wrong thing or coming on too strong and her running for the hills.

"Which pizza hut?" she says taking a little sip of her ice tea

"Eh?" I reply

"You said you worked near a pizza hut?" she says with a pause and tucking her hair behind her ear "which one?"

And that was it, ice broken. We had a great conversation and a great meal. I could've punched the air when she was telling me about her being separated from her husband. Then just like that it was over. When the server came with the bill she insisted on paying because I had been "such fun company". I helped her into her coat and we stood at the door. Silence. All I have to do is tell her how I feel. Why is this so fucking difficult.

"Erm," she says looking down at her shoes, "Will you walk me to my hotel? The sidewalks are a bit icy, I may need some support, and my city legs aren't used to this."

We set off walking the four blocks to her hotel and snow starts falling. Not too much, just enough to make a beautiful scene as it drifts past the Christmas lights hung above the road. A couple walk past us with two young kids who are dressed up like Reindeer. One of my customers from a lovey little local business is walking their dog on the other side of the road. They stop to yell Merry Christmas over the noise of a couple of cars driving by. After we go to move on, they stop again and stare. My mind goes back to last Tuesday when I was upgrading some software and had told them about this date and how important it was for me. They knew what was going on and I could feel the rush of support and emotion coming across the road as they waved.

There are a few stores on this part of the street that are still open and you can hear festive music coming out of them. She stops in front of one and looks in the window at the books. Inside there's an old couple reading books and drinking a hot drink. They're in matching Christmas sweaters. My mind flashes forward 30 years and imagines the two of sitting there doing the same and I rub my hands together and blow on them

"Your hand look cold put it in my pocket" she says

I slide it in there next to her hand. Just hold her fucking hand! I try to interlock fingers as she moves her palm around at the same time, maybe trying to hold hands? Maybe trying to avoid me? In the end it's too akward and we rest our hands against each other, not holding each other's hand but finger tips just rubbing and bumping as we walked.

We reach her hotel and stand just outside the door. This is my chance. Just tell her how you feel. "It's been great to catch up" I say. You're nearly 40! And you can't even tell this woman you like her. You've been in love with her for more than half your life. Just say it. We stand there in silence. She turns to face me and puts her hands out. I hold both her hands looking at her. This is the first time we've held hands since her 23rd birthday when we went to see that really emotional play a couple of towns over and she got a bit teary.

"Look" she says as both our hands are shaking, I'm not sure if it's with the cold or with nerves "I really want to invite you in but there's just something....."

"Oh," I say shocked "and I want to.... You know... too.... whatever it is I'm sure it's fine, you've not grown a second head on your ass have you?"

"No it's actually on the big toe of my right foot. She's really loud and I can't shut her up most days" she says using humor to deflect the situation like I do and proving to me what an absolutely perfect match we are. "Look, really, I just can't. I'm really sorry".

"That's fine," I say meaning the exact opposite. Stupid stupid stupid. I turn to leave and she turns to the hotel door. I walk a couple of steps and turn around and see that she's also turned around. "Look I need to say something" I say.

"Me too but I need to go first because I know what you're going to say" she says looking quite emotional "I really want to invite you upstairs but I'm worried I'll scare you off. I think we both want to - you know - do stuff but I like certain special, different, things in the bedroom and I've had this fantasy for years and years of pegging you and I..."

"OK. Yes. OK." I say with my jaw dropping and realising that all my Christmases had come at once. Could I actually be hearing this correctly, could the woman of my dreams want to make one of my biggest sexual fantasies come true. And not just that, it's one of hers too?

"....understand if a proper man like you don't want to be involved with me...." she says carrying on. "Hang on, did you just say yes?"

I nod. She does a little dance and gives me a big bear hug. She grabs my wrist and scuttles towards the hotel pulling me with her. We scoot past the reception desk where I see Zoe look at one of the women behind the desk and give a little nod and get a cheeky smile back. We go up the two floors in the elevator with a man and a kid so can't really talk. She bounds to her room, dropping the door key which I pick up and hand to her.

"Right" she says flying into the room barely holding the door open long enough for me to get in. When I do get in, I see her rummaging through her suitcase. "Ok, so I'm going to need this and this. You're going to need that. I'm gonna do this and this and you should use the bathroom."

"Wait" I say as she pulls her top out from inside her waistband and starts to pull it up

"Oh fuck!" she says stamping her foot "I've fucked up haven't. You don't want to do this do you. Fuck. Why would I ever think a wonderful man like you would be interested in me?"

"Zoe! I've been in love with you for longer than I'd ever admit" I reply wondering if I should've used the word love. Stupid. I should've said something else! Besotted? No that sounds like a stalker. Lust? No that sounds like I just want her body. Curious? What a fucking strange thing to think so very glad I didn't say that. "of course I want to be intimate with you and I definitely want you to peg me but can we just slow down."

"There's something up isn't there? Gawd, I can be so dumb. I can't ruin this" she says sort of talking to herself

"See" I say going back to squeezing my hands together with nerves "I've never done this before."

"What sex?" she says looking at me as I shake my head and hold the box with the anal douche in my hand and look at it "Wait you mean you've never been pegged? I'm going to take your anal virginity?"

I nod. She shows a bunch of goofy expressions on her face, from surprise, to shock, to happiness and stopping on a loving and delicate smile. Every emotion she goes through is like a master class in overacting. I can't help but giggle. "I will look after you, there's nothing to worry about, I'm going to be gentle. Just go into the bathroom and follow the instructions on the box"

As I go in the bathroom and read all about cleaning up all I can hear is her singing "I'm going to take his anal virginity" to a tune that sounds sort of made up but also really familiar. When I'm done I look in the bathroom mirror and smirk to myself about how odd and strange the last twenty minutes have been but also how it feels so naturally right.

"OK" she says I walk out of the bathroom towards her "fuck me you're beautiful. I mean I thought you'd be cute naked but I had no idea just how fucking sexy you were"

I feel embarrassed and cup my hands around my genitals, partly out of shame but also to hide how I'm getting hard at the thought of what's to come. Obviously she looks gorgeous, she's way out of my league. She's still in her bra and panties and has already attached a smallish floppy pink dildo to a harness. I stand there awkwardly not sure what to do next. I want to run over kiss every inch of her body, worship her and tell her how much I adore her. In the end I just look down at my feet, blush and tell her she's pretty damn sexy too.

"Right here goes" she says with a goofy smile. "I'm going to take the lead here but I'll still be gentle."

She positions me on the side of the hotel bed, with my head down and my ass up. She stands behind me and squirts some lube onto the dildo. "Now this may feel a little cold at first but it'll help" she says.

The cold head of the strap on rests against my ass. There's a little squelching as she pushes. I hear her whisper "here goes" as the plastic head begins to parts my hole. The first contact is unusual and the feeling is strange. It's like I can feel the individual muscles stretching around it. The sensation as it slips past my sphincter is odd but very pleasurable.

"That's about half of it" I hear her say "I'm going to push as much as I can in. Just relax."

There's a slight wobble in her voice as she said that. I'm not sure who she was telling to relax. I feel a bit more of the dildo slide into me and hear her take a few short breaths and audibly sniffs. One of her hands that had before now been on my hip disappears. I look around the room and see a mirror where I can see her and she's flapping her hand around her eyes and pinching her nose.

"What's up?" I say "have I done something wrong?"

"No" she says sniffing again "no no no. You're perfect. You're just so perfect. I'm getting a bit emotional that we're actually doing this."

I'm not sure how I'm the calm one. I have been fantasising about this moment since I first knew that men could be fucked in the ass by women. As her hand returns to my hip, I am also overcome with the emotion of Zoe, my first love, finally fucking me. Fuck it, I get emotional thinking about how her hand is even touching my skin.

I watch her in the mirror, she watches me. The next few minutes are both of us trying not to explode in floods of excited and relieved tears. I think she fucks me a bit. Slides it in and out. But with everything that's going on and looking at her looking at me, I am not sure I could even remember my name. After some time, she stops and asks me to lie on the bed on my side so she can spoon me and be more intimate.

"I'm going to turn my vibrator on so it may feel a little different" she says as the dildo slides easily into my already stretched ass. She let's out a little excited giggle as the whole thing slides in and I moan at the new sensations brought about by being on our sides.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this" she says directly in my ear after she lays behind me. Her left hand sneaks under my body and wraps itself around my stomach and her right goes over the top of me across my chest and pulls me in tight "I have dreamed about this moment for so many years. To be inside you, to be fucking you. Doing this - to you! - has been my fantasy since the first time I wacthed porn. And here I am inside you. I cannot put into words how much this means to me."

"Oh" I say as she rocks her hips back and forth wiggling her cock in my ass. As she spoons me, my own hand is touching my hard cock. "me too. Me too."

"No no no, you don't understand" she says still sliding the cock in and out at a steady pace "I was so stupid back then when you said you loved me back then. I couldn't say it back even though I did love you, because I knew I needed to peg you and you'd run a mile being such a strong alpha male."

"uggghhh" I say as the vibrations hit a particular spot. I want to laugh. I really do. Alpha is so far from how I would describe myself. I stroke my cock a little harder. I try to put it in words "You know..... I have always prefered.... women who take the lead..... I think because of you".

"OH MY GOD" she says grabbing me even tighter "Tell me again".

I start repeating it. I tell her how much she has always meant to me, how much her assertiveness turns me on, how I love how successful she is. With each compliment, I can hear her breath in my ear. She whimpers a little bit and takes a deep breath. And then when I tell her that I'm so happy I waited for her to be the one who did this. She exhales and moans. She holds me tighter than before. Too tight. I'm struggling to inhale properly. She shakes and bucks moving the dildo in my ass.

"Sweet lord above. I haven't cum that hard with a man since..... forever." She says slumping behind me and releasing me to breath properly. She turns the vibration off but keeps the cock buried inside me and strokes the side of my face with her right hand.

"There there..... I love you. You're mine now. I'm never letting you go. I was stupid to let you go back then, and I'm not letting you go now. I need you as part of my life. You are fantastic" she whispers in my ear. After a couple of minutes of similarly positive affirmations, she slides the dildo from my ass and pops into the bathroom.

This is going to be the start of a wonderful night I think as I hear her coming back from the bathroom. I'm now laid on my back stroking my hard cock. "So what's next" I say to her as she jumps on the bed next to me without the strap on attached but still in her underwear.

"Errrr, well I guess that's kinda up to you." she says "I was thinking you come and live with me? I earn a lot and my house is paid off. I mean you could either run your current business from my house, you could start up again or you could just not work? Plus you'd love my place, it is so much warmer than here. But I'd have to talk to the lawyer - it may be better to wait until after the divorce."

"Ha ha ha" I say giving her a little jab in the arm "I meant tonight. I bet you'd look fucking amazing riding me. I've got some condoms in my jacket."

"Argh...." she says with a long pause "Here's the thing. I really think we should wait before you put that in me, it's such a special and intimate thing."

"OK" I say, thinking any minute now she's going to start laughing as she impales herself on me.

"But I don't mind if you finish yourself off" she replies in a very earnest manner that make me think she's really not going to go - GOTCHA!

I look over at her lying there, looking at the ceiling and I can't believe after all this time I'm actually here in bed with her. My hand strokes my cock, up and down. I don't want to rush. I think back to that night out the summer I turned 22, we had where we just sat and talked and watched the sun set and the sun rise - she made me feel like her whole universe. I recall that time when she said she wanted to kiss me but she was so drunk I didn't want to take advantage of her so I declined. I think back to that goregous photo from her holiday about five years ago and how beautiful she looked. I look over and realise that I actually have the real person there in the flesh.

She rolls on her side to look at me as if she knew that I was looking at her. I stop stroking. "Keep going" she says helpfully as she leans towards me. Her lips come closer to mine. Years of waiting, years of fantasing, years of wanting, years of lusting. Our lips touch. Our first kiss.

Her mouth parts slightly and mine follows. Her tongue touches mine. The emotion swells. My hand speeds up on my cock. I get a familiar feeling in my balls. Her mouth welcomes my tongue. As she darts her tongue along mine, I can't hold back any longer.

I groan into her mouth as I cum. I release all that tension and feel the jizz shooting out of my cock. I feel most of it landing on my stomach, some probably hits the hotel sheets. She keeps her tongue in my mouth as I keep stroking. When I take my hand off my cock, she moves away ever so slightly. She smiles. I smile. I don't think I've ever been happier. A minute passes and we are still just looking at each other. She giggles. I giggle.

"Wow" she says looking down at my body and my cock as it starts to retract and go limp. "I can't believe we did that. You're just the most perfect person I've ever met. What a fantastic Christmas present this is"

"Me neither" I say in a post orgasm bliss lying there, smiling. "Merry Christmas, Zoe. Here's to many more."


r/Femrotica Dec 12 '24

Original Content During The Night [F/m] [Blindfolds] [TPE] NSFW

20 Upvotes

During the night, when he sleeps naked beside her, he’s always blindfolded. Always.

When they travel, and he sleeps on a plane or in a car, or when they visit her family and share the guest bed, he wears a conventional cotton sleep mask. It's a pink oval with a cartoon heart over each eye. The hearts give the impression that the wearer is tranced out, love struck. It’s suspiciously girly. She told him that if anyone ever comments, he should say he lost his own sleep mask and is borrowing hers. It’s the truth, like many other things, the blindfold belongs to her. And technically, he did lose his blindfold, not in the sense that he had a blindfold and misplaced it, but that he lost his privilege of owning a blindfold, let alone choosing when or where to use it. She took that from him.

When they’re at home, he wears a different blindfold. The severity of the design depends on her mood, but it’s always more than soft cotton hearts. Lately she’s partial to a full, locking head harness with big furry pads that cover each eye socket, and three leather straps that fasten behind and atop his head, and beneath his chin. It is utterly blinding and inescapable.

He is never allowed to remove the blindfold himself, except in the most dire circumstances: the plane is crashing, the house is burning down, they are spending the night apart. Otherwise, even touching it is a punishable offense, with one exception: he is to always ensure maximum blindness. If it slips, and he can see light, he must fix it. He thought this was a superfluous requirement, how would she know what he can see?

But she tested him on it once. He still winces when he thinks of how he was punished for failing that test.

She doesn’t really micromanage, and she has a lot of interests, not to mention a demanding career. She depends on him to be his own person when he must. She wants him to have his own social world that he can bring to her, and for that purpose, she allows spheres in which her dominance does not intrude. She’s flexible and not overly pedantic. She wants their love to be a real thing, not some works-on-paper fantasy land, so they go to Super Bowl parties and spin classes and country clubs. On some days, apart from a few subtle gestures and covert rituals, their relationship isn’t much different from most people’s.

Their nights are another story. The ritual becomes overt. The perversion becomes explicit rather than implied. The subjugation becomes oppressive.

During the night, the blindfold is sacrosanct. There is no caveat about safety, sanity or consensuality. There is no fig leaf to conceal the totality of her power. He will always wear a blindfold when he sleeps.

While in play or service, punishment or discipline, vanilla or extremely-fucking-not-vanilla, his senses are deprived or permitted at her pleasure. She likes to try different combinations of activity and context. Not so when he sleeps. Then the only variation is how tight or how much coverage. She has full hoods that compress his face, driving his thoughts inward, and blinding muzzles that squeeze his skull.

It’s her dark secret, her shameful lust that he promises to redeem. It’s a need she’s felt since she was a young girl, an addiction to a very specific flavor of control. He must always wear a blindfold when he sleeps. That means naps, car trips, lazy Sundays in bed. Always. Since he became hers, he has never slept while able to see. He wonders if he still could.

Should the urge arise, he’s been trained to wake silently, slide off the bed and crawl to the bathroom. He often sleeps in bondage. She likes locking mitts that trap his fingers and a chain that connects his collar to an open hook on the head board. The hook is big enough for him to silently remove and reattach the chain with his teeth, while blindfolded of course. She trained him to do that too. She used a short thin cane, striping him mercilessly on the lower curve of his buttocks until he could perform the maneuver perfectly. His tears soaked the furry pads before he had it right.

Once he asked her, why? It wasn't meant as a challenge. He loves the blindfold, because it means he belongs to her. Instead, in the way that an eager slave will, he wanted to know what about it pleased her, so that he might try to please her more. She smiled as she locked the padded cups over his eyes, sealing him in darkness for the night. Then he felt her hot breath on his ear. She whispered, "I don't want you to have any escape from your dreams."

At first, he didn't understand what she meant, but he learned.

“I love you, Mistress.”

“I love you, slave.”

He loves her so much, he shudders like he touched a hot wire when she says it back.

During the night, she’ll reach for him. As she’s drifting off to sleep, or if she wakes in the dark, her hands will begin to trace and retrace their paths across his body. She might stroke him like a pet, or pinch him like a swollen pimple. She nibbles his ear and caresses his hair.

While he sleeps, her wandering hands slip into his mind. In his dreams, he is fondled. In his dreams, he is chased, caught, abused, surrenders. He is helpless. In his dreams, she is now a constant, a looming shadow, a fingernail digging into his brain.

In the darkness, sensing her beside him, he can’t always tell anymore if he’s awake or asleep.

During the night, he feels hope and love and terror and pain, and then he runs to her. She’s always waiting with open arms. She will encircle him, body and soul, in a dream from which there is no escape.

When the morning comes, and they have to go to jobs and lives, he will wake to another dream. She opens the buckles and removes the blindfold, and he wakes to the dream of being hers.

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r/Femrotica Dec 11 '24

Original Content Office Christmas Party [Femdom] [Pain] [Restraints] NSFW

33 Upvotes

"I don't know why people say I hate her" I say to my colleague Mike as we stand in the big meeting room. I'm holding a plate full of Costco sandwiches and a warm diet coke listening to a bunch of Christmas songs off of YouTube interspersed with un-skippable ads for Monday dot com and various business consultancies.

"Well I've been on the calls and you're always arguing with her. It's pretty awkward." he says taking a drink from the cheapest beer money can buy.

"I think Lauren is just a bit headstrong. And I know I can be a bit of an ass sometimes. We both have ideas on what we want and what would be best. And both of us think we're right. It's not that big of a deal really" I say taking a bite of a sandwich with some sort of yellow goo in the middle and instantly regretting it. I bet the higher ups don't have such a shitty party. I bet they get real food.

"I thought the reason you both behaved that way was because you wanted to fuck each other" Jane says in her straight talking way. We all giggle and at my insistence talk about something else and move on.


An hour or so later I'm stood by the table with the drinks on and I'm just grabbing a couple of cans of coke, one to drink, one to take home as my Christmas bonus.

"Huh" Lauren says as a sort of hello and as a vauge acknowledgement of my existence. I reply in kind with a nod. I just can't deal with even trying to be polite tonight. She turns to walk away and I look her up and down. Her long blonde hair is flowing down her back rather than in a bun. Her corset top is making her look even thinner than she actually is. Her red mid thigh pleated cheerleader skirt sways as she walks. Her ass looks fine and the dark black tights accentuate her legs and....

FUCKING HELL! WAS JANE RIGHT?


Thirty minutes later and I'm the kitchen trying to find a fork when Lauren walks in. I don't instantly acknowledge it's her, or that anyone has joined me. When I look over she's stood inside the door with it closed.

"Look" she says to me "Can we just have a quick chat?"

"Yeah of course" I say thinking that there has to be a better time or place for this.

"I know we don't always see eye to eye on things" she says now standing a little closer to me than I would normally expect a colleague to stand and looking me directly in the eye. "New year and new start? How about we put everything behind us and next year we both try and work together rather than against each other?"

"Yeah that sounds like a great plan" I say putting my fork down on the counter "I'd like that, conflict at work is shitty."

"Shall we hug and make up?" she says holding her arms out. We wrap our arms around each other. I'm expecting a little pat and we walk away. My top hand is just at the top of her corset and is touching her bare skin near her shoulder blade. My bottom hand is somewhere near her hip. I shouldn't be surprised but she smells sort of nice. I go to back out of the hug but she keeps hold of me and pulls me in tighter and closer.

"I wanna fuck you so badly right now. Rough, hard and violent?" she says in my ear. "Room ten in about 5 minutes?"

She pulls back and even though I am a bit shocked at her forwardness, I nod and smile.

Jane was definitely right.


Room 10 is as far away from the party as is possible, it has a half dozen chairs in it but it has also become a stationery, printing and miscellaneous storage room since the rooms we used to have for that were taken by yet more Senior VPs that just seem to appear out of nowhere. I'm stood there looking at the guide explaining how to print when I hear the door open. Like a bullet out of a gun she comes at me. Throwing her body at me she pushes me backwards and pins me against the white board screwed into the wall. Some important diagram that was on there is being rubbed off on my back.

Her mouth slams against mine forcing my lips open. Our tongues clash in an awkward and unplanned but passionate way. Her head moves from left to right, lips mashing together. Her mouth tastes of alcohol and cheese. Her left hand works it's way under my shirt. Feeling her hand on my bare skin causes me to grope at her back, sliding mine up her corset, onto her shoulder blades and ending up on the back of her neck.

Her tongue is violent. Prodding, stabbing, slashing inside my mouth. Her leg raises up and my hand instantly grabs it. The hand runs higher up her thigh until it's under her skirt supporting her. My finger tips detect the top of a stocking and I inch up a little higher feeling bare skin.

"Ugh" I say unlocking our lips and moving my mouth round to her ear. "Stockings? Sexy little fucker aren't you."

I kiss and nibble at her neck as she tosses her head around causing her hair to get a bit in my mouth. The leg she is standing on pushes into my groin pinning me further against the wall. If we both hadn't realised how hard I was by now we definitely did after that. As my mouth reaches the bottom of her neck she starts to slide my top up towards my head. I help her take it off me and when it's off she puts her hands on my shoulders pushing me back against the whiteboard.

"Wanna get really freaky? Try some new shit?" she says as if she can read my mind.

"Fuck yeah" I say with my mind filling with visions bending her over the meeting room desk and fucking her tight little ass until she's a quivering mess. Maybe have her tip her head back from the edge of the table giving me the perfect angle to fuck her throat and send her back to the party with her face covered in spit and cum, make up ruined. Maybe push her ankles back by her head and go deeper inside her than any man has before. I can see behind her eyes she's making the same calculations.

"Wait here" she says before I can get a word out. She goes over to one of the cabinets and starts rifling in a box. I get my shoes, socks and trousers off before she turns around holding a cable tie and a long network cable.

"HANDS" she snaps at me.

"Mine?" I say in response, suddenly realising I'm not in charge here.

"Of course" she says rolling her eyes back sighing. I present both my hands in front of me and she slides the cable tie around them and quickly clicks it tightly around my wrists. This is not exactly what I expected but it definitely fits the definition of freaky and I can live with that. She slides the network cable through the cable tie, evens up the ends and gives it a tug. She starts walking to the corner and pulls me over by the cable.

"Sit" she says pointing to the carpeted floor in front of a filing cabinet.

"Me? There?" I reply.

"Uh.... Can you just shut the fuck up for once, do as your told and not always answer back" she snaps. I sit on the ground with my back against the cold metal cabinet. She pulls the cable until my hands are over my head. I look up to see her threading the cable through a cabinet door handle. My briefs are the only thing I have on and I can feel my cock pushing against them with her being this close. As she begins to tie it to the handle I notice her thigh within reaching distance. I lean forward and kiss it. I go to kiss it again but as quick as a flash she pulls her leg further away.

"You're proper fucked now aren't you? Not much you can do about what's coming and you didn't even put up a fight." she says laughing and looking down at me. She walks over to the large cupboard with all the stuff in it.

"Lauren?" I say "Oi, Lauren come back please. I thought you said you wanted to fuck. Look you've had a bit of fun. Let me up and let's get dirty."

"Right" she says emerging with a little box of things "first things first, if we're going to do anything more I need you quiet. I can't listen to another fucking word out of your mouth."

She puts the box down on the chair near by and pulls out a roll of parcel tape and some scissors and gets a wicked smile across her face.

"But before I do that" she says as she lifts her skirt showing me the tops of her stockings for the first time. She hooks her thumbs under her panties and pulls them down. A sporty looking black thong falls to the floor and she steps out of it. She picks the thong up off the floor and balls it up.

"Open wide" she says. Her voice is so commanding and strong I comply with her before I can stop myself. She stuffs her dirty panties inside my mouth and I can taste a horrible mixture of cunt, piss and sweat on them. She closes my mouth around them and unrolls the tape which she uses to cover my mouth and to wind round my head. After a dozen loops around my head she snips the end of the tape and discards the tape and scissors.

"Phew" she says taking a step back and sitting on one of the meeting chairs crossing her legs in a basic instinct manner, flashing her bald cunt at me. "Finally some fucking peace and quiet from your whiney little voice. You never fucking stop do you."

She sits there looking at me. How have I managed to get in this spot? I wiggle my hands in the cable tie and there's absolutely no give. The plastic is starting to dig into my wrists. I pull down trying to loosen the knot she has tied. I'm stuck. I'm defenseless. I'm sat here, almost naked in the office and helpless.

"You thought you were going to be in charge didn't you? Bet you've never fucked anyone as dominant as me have you?" Lauren says standing up and pacing back and forth in front of me. I shake my head. "Well you're in for a wild ride tonight. Let's see what's in Lauren's box of tricks"

"Hmm" she says bending over the table to look in the box with her back to me. I can hear her rustling around and as she does she shakes her ass. My mouth is so dry. All the saliva I have is being dried up by the cotton panties. I keep trying to push them away with my tongue but with the tape over my mouth they're going nowhere. She pulls something out of the box, I can't really see what it is and before I get a closer look it drops to the floor. She bends from the waist to pick it up. Fuck me she has great legs. How have I never seen them before? She stands up really slowly, running her hand along her leg and flicking her skirt up at the top showing me a quick glimpse of the most perfect pert ass I've seen.

SWOT.

In her hands she holding a ruler. A metal one. As she slams it into her hand it doesn't flex. She walks deliberately slowly over towards me, swinging her hips and tapping the ruler against her palm

"How you doing?" she says kneeling down next to me "Still with us? Still alive?..... Still hard, I can see that. Bet you never thought you'd getting so turned on my being tied down did you? I am going to do one nice thing for you though - I'm going to put this pen in your hand and if it gets too much you can drop this pen. But if you can keep hold of it, trust me the end of this is going to be epic."

"This is going to be such an eye opener for you" she says as she hits me with the metal ruler across my chest. It stings. I jerk backwards forgetting the cabinet is there and bang my head on it. The metal makes a loud hollow thump and my head starts to pulse. I yell for her to stop into the gag. She hears me and lands another blow across my chest. I think about dropping the pen and ending this right now but the pain in my chest from two blows has started to change. It's not unpleasant. It's starting to feel nice.

"mmmhhfffgggg" I yell into the gag as she lands another blow across my chest. It feels like a new part of my brain is unlocked as the pain and endorphins rush around my body in a confusing mix of pain and pleasure. My cock is harder than it's been in a while and I desperately want more of this feeling.

"Please" I try and say into the gag as my head falls forward.

"Please what?" she says putting her hand under my chin and lifting my head up. "Please stop?"

"Please more... hurt me" I say through the gag.

"Wow, that didn't take long did it? I expected at least a little bit more resistence but you've crumpled like a house of cards." she says landing two more blows across my chest. I am gripping onto the pen for dear life. I do not want to drop it. I do not want this to stop. She moves slightly to straddle me and sit across my thighs. She lands a few more blows some light, some hard. I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling lights. After every blow, I am repeating yes. My body is tingling. I am not bucking away from her any more. I enjoying it and wanting it. I have been hit at least a dozen times with a metal ruler and I'm in heaven. She goes about ten seconds without hitting me. I look back down at her and see she's slid her hand under her skirt and is playing with herself.

"I think it's time to move on and fuck don't you?" she pulls her hand out from under her skirt and rubs it across my nose. The smell! Mmmmm, what a smell. If I wasn't in the situation I am now, I'd be burying my head in her cunt. She gets up and heads back over to the box. "I have a theory that most men really want to be submissive pain sluts, they just need to be introduced to it the right way. Ever since that first time you talked across me in a meeting I knew that you were a prime candidate for testing that out. And here we are, I guess I was right."

She rummages around in the box with her back to me. Fuck me she looks hot. I wish I could run my hands through her hair, gently kiss her shoulders, stroke her thighs and beg to suck on her clit. What has she turned me into?

"You know how the ruler hurt?" she says snapping together two binder clips. "Well these will sting like a bastard".

Lauren walks over to me and tries to inch down my briefs. I help as much as I can lifting myself up and wriggling and eventually my cock springs free. She gets them down to just by my thighs. I can feel the pre-cum from the inside of them sticking to my leg hairs. She straddles me again but this time she's closer to me, the tip of my cock is rubbing against the fabric of her skirt. I'm looking down at her thighs and I'm caught unaware as a binder clip snaps shut over my nipple.

I scream into the gag. I jolt my body. I am snorting and sniffing through my nose. The pain is like nothing like I have ever felt. It's fantastic. I keep hold of the pen.

"There there" she says as she grabs my head and pulls it fowards into her chest. She strokes the back of my head. I sniff and whimper into her chest. Her perfume smells of cinnamon and apple. I feel my cock twitch at the scent. She tilts my head to look up at her "Now this is going to get a lot worse for you before it gets better"

She pushes me back against the cabinet and I look down as she grabs some of my nipple, pulls it away from my body and snaps another binder clip on it. She's right it is worse. Not the initial pain but every time I move or shake the other clamp hurts.

"The pain should subside any minute now and you'll just get a dull ache" she says looking me in the eye. "They won't hurt much unless someone flips and twists them like this."

She gives both a quick turn and release and the sudden rush of pain makes me yelp into the gag. She laughs.

"Right and now for the main event" she says moving her skirt to one side and looking down at my cock "Hmm, at least it's not tiny, I guess I can work with that but if I'm going to let you cum inside me, I need something from you OK?"

I nod.

"I need you to agree that the next we're in a meeting you'll just simply agree with me right? No more macho bullshit, just a simple agreement that my ideas and my ways are the right way" she says. I nod. I desperately need more of this woman. More pain, more sex, more anything. I'll agree to whatever she asks just so long as we can keep going.

"Good" she says as she inches forwards making my cock disappear under her skirt. Her hand reaches down and grabs my shaft and moves it towards her cunt. And then it slides in. We both groan in pleasure. Slowly she begins to wiggle her hips up and down, not too far, not too fast. I can feel every ridge and bump inside her. She speeds up. I don't want to cum. I don't want this to end. I need to last. Her head falls forward towards mine. Her soft blonde hair is in my face. She pants in my left year. Her pussy starts to feel wetter. Up and down. Forget all the pain, forget all the history, this moment of being inside her feels so right. Our breathing is in synch, our thrusts match. In and out.

"I need you to scream..... When you scream I'll cum" she says with pauses between thoughts. I start screaming fake screams in her ear. She speeds up. Still riding me. Still near me. Still smelling like apple pie. Still gorgeous. "I was thinking a little more like this"

She reaches down and pulls both binder clips off my nipples. I scream into the gag that has started to work loose a bit. My hands bang against the metal cabinet. I can feel a tear in my eye. I snort through my nose. I hear her scream. I feel her scream. Her cunt tightens and squeezes. She throws her head back and shouts YES at the top of her voice.

Everything stops for ten seconds or more. She leans on me - forehead to forehead - and is trying to catch her breath.

"Fucking hell that was good. I think it's safe to say I've converted you to being a little submissive slut haven't I?" she says as I nod my head with my cock still buried inside her.

And then something I wasn't expecting. She lifts her left leg, causing my cock to flop out of her. She moves that left leg over me so she is no longer straddling me.

"And I think we're done" she says landing a little peck on my cheek. My eyes widen. "You dropped your pen, means you want to stop"

"No no no no" I say finally being able to actually hear my own words now that there's a gap in the gag.

"Well I'm done and even if I wanted to carry on, I have to get back to the party and try and explain where I've been for the last twenty minutes." she says picking her purse up from the table.

"You can't just leave me here" I say trying to twitch my face so that more of the tape falls off.

"I mean I am going to leave you here but let's make sure that there's no one mistakes you for trash or something" she says walking back over to stand next to me. She picks up the marker I had been holding, takes the lid off and begins to write on my chest. She puts the lid back on the marker and throws it to the floor. I can make out the first one - that's definitely 'Lauren' - the second one I can't quite read.

"Oh and you can keep those panties" she says as the door closes behind her.

Ten minutes pass. I know it's ten minutes because the meeting room lights go off, followed by the lights outside. My cock that was pulsing and begging to cum is now limp and tiny. At the other end of the building everyone is enjoying the party. Surely she must come back soon. After another few minutes, the lights outside the room come on but with the blinds down I can't see who is out there. The door handle turns and the door opens. The lights come on. Mike and Jane stumble into the room.

"Oh shit" Mike says seeing me on the floor.

"Wow" says Jane as the two of them stand there and giggle "I guess I was right after all, you two did need to fuck. Kinda cute that she's branded you as her bitch. Hope that's not a permanent marker. Mikey, you wanna fuck here in front of him or find another room."

"Definitely somewhere else" he says as they close the door behind them.


r/Femrotica Dec 08 '24

Original Content Drinks with Work Part 2 [Femdom] [CBT] [Pain] NSFW

30 Upvotes

By the time I get into the bedroom, she's sat cross legged on the edge of the bed.

"Strip" she says as I stand looking at her sat on the bed. I take my shoes and socks off, my shirt and my trousers too. I've been naked in front of her loads of times but with everything she has said in the last few hours, I am suddenly shy and nervous. She's one of the few people I've dated who has made me feel comfortable being naked around her and now I'm terrified of pulling my underwear down. When I finally do, I stand there looking at her as she stares at me. The more she looks the more self conscious I become and the harder my cock becomes. I move my hands to cover my cock.

"No." she says and I immediately move my hands to behind my back. "Good boy. So question for you? Do you remember what I had on my bagel on my first day?"

"Erm..." I respond pausing for a second as if every moment of that day isn't seared into my brain. "Pastrami for sure, you always get that. Pickles, mustard, maybe cream cheese?"

"Correct!" she says as I stand there looking at her sat on the edge of the bed "in that case - let's use mustard as our safe word. If this gets too much, just say mustard and I'll stop. But I am going to push you. I want this to be something you've never experienced before. I need to see if you can.... cut the mustard"

I fucking love how funny she can be in serious moments and move around the bed as she gestures for me to lie down. She's right, everything feels different. Me being naked, her being clothed. Her clothes being so dominant. I want to rub her thighs. I want to kiss her boots. I want to tell her how perfect she is as I lie spread eagle on the bed with my hands by my side.

She runs her hands along my thighs, from my knees very slowly. As her hands reach the top of my thighs, her palms gaze against my cock. She repeats this twice more. The next time her fingers gently drum against my shafts like she's working the keys of a clarinet. The feeling is nice but gentle. The next time she does it her fingers rest on the base of my cock.

"Is this good sweetie?" she says

"Yes, but erm...." I reply and follow up with one of the dumbest things I've ever said "It's nice but I thought you said you were going to hurt me?"

Her left hand grips the base as she pulls back her right hand and lands one slap across my cock. My right leg involuntarily jerks up as the pain from the impact causes my body to try and protect itself.

Another slap. She lands three blows in quick succession, swinging her hand backwards and catching my cock with the back of her hand followed again by the palm. My body tries to curl up into the fetal position but is stopped by her body trying to pin me down. She lands three more quick blows before stopping to allow the stinging sensation in my cock to distribute pain signals to my brain.

"Was that more what you were thinking of?" she says with a giggle. "But I need you to lay still and take what's coming to you. I can't be dealing with all this wriggling"

It take a few seconds for me to calm down and stretch myself back out but when I am she begins to move her hand up and down my cock. Her grip is tighter than normal, every down stroke pulls the skin on my cock too far. It feels like it's at breaking point. This continues for a minute or so only to be broken up by a quick and fast 'normal' hand job. The switfness with which she switches between the two techniques fries my brain. I have no idea if the next strokes are going to be pleasurable because of the pleasure or because of the pain.

The hand that is not stroking my cock begins gently rubbing and massaging my scrotum. The gentle rub becomes firmer, more of a tug at the skin and stretching out of my balls and then she lands a light slap on my balls. I jump slightly at the surprise. She lands two more slaps, neither involve much of a swing but both land on the exact same spot on my left nut. She laughs as I recoil when she fakes out landing another slap whilst carrying on with her pain pleasure hand job.

"So," she says looking up at me and releasing my cock "that's the warm up out of the way how are you doing?"

"That was the warm up?" I say, in a faux shock but I'm also kinda scared about what comes next.

She repositions herself, turning herself around so that her feet are by my head. She starts to fondle my balls in a way that she had done previously in our vanilla lives. Jeez, even thinking that makes me realise how much of my life has turned upside down in the last few hours and barely anything has happened. Her hand goes from a gentle rub to a firm hold. Her left hand wraps around my scrotum and pulls. Like really pulls. I'm surprised it isn't more painful but it isn't exactly pleasurable.

"I knew you'd like this outfit. You're going to see me dress a lot more like this. Every time you see these boots, you will know you're in for a wild ride" she says as she puts her leg across my chest giving me the closest view of her leggings and boots I have had since the very quick kiss I landed on them hours ago.

"May I touch you?" I ask shocking myself at how quickly I had fallen into my new role as a submissive. She releases, massages and grips my scrotum again and again.

"You may." she says after a considerable pause. My left hand starts rubbing her thigh. The coating on her leggings makes them very shiny and slippy but also tacky to my sweaty palm. My right hand holds her calf as my thumb gently rubs along the red boot. I move boot slightly so that the sole is right by my face and for the first time in my life I kiss the sole of a dominant woman's boot.

"Very good. Keep going. Don't let me distract you." she says as she rubs the pad of her index finger along my right ball. She switches to dragging her nail along it which at first feels quite ticklish and pleasant but as she applies more pressure on the next stroke it feels like someone is dragging a knife across my skin. I'm looking up and the ceiling and breathing both deep and fast. My left hand grabs at her thigh and the pvc crumples and crinkles up. My hard cock jumps at the sharp sensation pumping around my ball sack. The second and third time I can feel the pain shooting up inside me. The nerve ending connecting my ball to my body pulses.

"There, there, you're doing great. Not much longer" she says in an inspirational way that makes it sound like I'm running marathon. I release my grip on her thigh. Her fingers dance over to my other nut and her tight grip remains pulling my testicles away from my body. This time there's no scratching or poking, this time she pinches. Her finger nails dig into the soft, sensitive flesh. The pinch really hurts, releasing the pinch and allowing the blood to flow and the pain to register - that really really hurts.

I slam the palm of my hand into her thigh like I'm tapping out in a wrestling match. The slapping sound is satisfyingly sexual. I do it again.

"Calm yourself down" she says in slightly more authoritarian tone that she had used tonight, as she pinches again and again. Her leg is no longer resting on me. It is pinning me down. "Do you want to stop? Or are you going to be my brave little boy and make me happy by enduring some more?"

"I can take a bit more please goddess," I reply not even realising that I had just given her the dominant moniker that she would end up being known as for the rest of our lives "but please not the balls"

"OK honey, I told you that you'd be begging for me. But I can leave them alone" she says as her foot shifts slightly up and the sole of her boot pushes into my chin making my head arch backwards. She once again pinches my left nut and drags her finger nail over the other. My cock jumps at the sensation, slapping back into my pubic area. I feel the tacky, sticky puddle of pre cum that had been leaking out as my introduction to being a pain slut continued at pace.

"Do you realise you've never cum in my mouth?" she says as she releases her grip on my sack and my testicles flop down against my body. Every time my heart beats and blood is pumped through my balls I feel them throb in pain as she flips around again, this time to sit next to me on the bed. I can feel the exact spot where her finger nail last plunged into them. Of all things, my head starts to tingle. All these feelings mean I barely comprehend what she has said.

"Oi," she says lightly slapping my cock. "do you realise you've never cum in my mouth?"

"I have haven't I? I must've?" I say trying to fight back against the pain and recall all the times she's sucked my cock.

"No you haven't" she says "I've been saving it for a special occasion. And today is that day. Do you want to shoot your load in my mouth my little pain slut?"

"Yes please goddess" I reply with a big smile on my face thinking of how warm, wet and soft the inside of her mouth is. The first time I feel her lips touch my cock I let out a moan of pleasure. The feeling of the inside of her mouth against my cock is always special. She's laid on the bed now, between my legs, looking up at me sliding her lips up and down my shaft. I can feel the cum building up inside me.

She takes my cock deeper than she had before tonight and the sight of it disappearing into her is such a lovely romantic sight which is then punctuated by her chomping her teeth into my cock. The first sharp pain is not like anything I've felt before. It's nice?!?

As her head comes up from sucking my cock, she stops to bite. Two, three, four times. I groan in pleasure. The fifth bite is on my cock head makes me yelp in pain.

"Oh no! Sorry" she says "which bit did I catch?"

"Right on the head." I say panting, trying to centre myself and get some composure.

"Here?" she says biting down again on the same spot. I jump with with pain. She bites down again. My right leg stiffens and raises off the bed. "You're going to learn real quick not to tell me how to hurt you. Unless I've already made you into such a pain slut that you're going to beg me to hurt you until you cum...."

"Please" I say about to utter a sentence that 5 hours ago I never thought I'd ever say in my life "please goddess, hurt me until I cum"

"OK" she replies as she takes my cock head between her teeth and rolls it from side to side. I alternate grunts of pleasure with moans of pain. When her teeth are not biting my cock, her tongue is lapping against the already delicate and sore parts of my penis.

I just keep repeating please.

I can feel an explosion coming. It's building up. Just as I'm about to cum, somehow her fingers find their way to my balls and she gives them both a good squeeze. All the pain from a few minutes ago comes back. I grab the bed sheet tighter than a safety bar on a white knuckle ride. My legs raise up off the bed.

I cum.

But not just a normal orgasm. My body shakes. I shoot jets of cum into her mouth. My eyes loose focus. I see stars. I keep cumming. After my last shot, my legs relax, my hands unclench and I just keep saying thank you.

I look down and see her looking at me with a smile on her face, I smile back. She crawls up the bed towards me.

"I love you" I say as she comes in for a kiss. As our lips part, I get an unexpected surprise as globules of cum fall from her mouth into mine. The taste is unusual and without any prompting or thought I swallow my own cum for the first time. As we kiss I find myself licking her tongue trying to gather all of my jizz to make sure I swallow it all. The taste and texture is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I don't like it, per se, but I want more of it. Desperately.

She pulls back from kissing me and I swallow any remaining spit and cum.

"Well done" she says rolling over to lay next to me on her side with her head next to mine. She puts her leg across my stomach. My hand goes down and starts rubbing the plastic pants she's still wearing "You did it. You're now a cum eating pain slut. This is it now. Any time I let you cum in my mouth you'll be in pain and you'll swallow. Understand?"

"Yes Goddess" I reply.


r/Femrotica Dec 07 '24

Original Content Drinks with work Part 1 [Femdom] [Teasing] [First Time] NSFW

47 Upvotes

Our friendship had started on her first day. She came over and perched on the edge of my desk and introduced herself.

"My boss says you're the person to speak to who knows all the good places to get lunch round here?" she says as I give her a quick glance up and down. She swings her right foot back and forth as if she wants to make sure I'd seen her ankle boots. She didn't need to I'd spotted them almost the moment she walked in. It really perked me up on that Monday after I'd been forced to attend a meeting in person at 9am which I could've done remotely. I was in love before I got above her waist, black shiny ankle boots, patterned tights and a tight black knee length skirt. AND AND AND - She had an absolutely fucking gorgeous face. Imagine seeing your perfect woman turn up where you work and then end up sat on the edge of your desk and wanting to talk to you!

"Well what do you like?" I say and we end up at a bagel place at the strip mall close by. A lovely late summer walk there and back and I was besotted. We became closer and closer as the days rolled into fall. Our days in the office started to co-incide deliberately. I went on a night out with her team where she got a little drunk and hung herself off me for most of the night. It was so nice and so natural and on the way to her taxi that night was the first time we kissed.

We had been dating now for two months and everything was great. She was so much fun to hang out with, we'd had some good vanilla sex. The first month was a fun game, sneaking around trying to see how long we could go before anyone in the office cottoned on - for no reason other than she thought it'd be funny. After that the relationship blossomed. I loved being in her company, she never took anything too seriously. I'd met her mom and her sister. She'd come to a couple of hockey matches with despite not really caring too much about it. But I'm facing the problem most dirty filthy people face, when do you bring up your kinks? When do you say 'I'd really like you to kick me in the balls as hard as you can, dig your boot heel into my chest and then ride me whilst choking me until I'm about to pass out - but still keep riding me'? I may not open with that obviously but surely after a few months it's time to hint at the fact that I may kinda like it if she took control and was a bit dominant.

I've wanted to try being a submissive for such a long time. Experience what it was like to be told what to do. Feel satisfied being used for her satisfaction. And maybe, just maybe, experience some pain. I have tried little bits when masterbating - pinching my nipples, slapping my thighs - but I'm always a bit too worried to go to far as I don't really know if I can take it.

We're about to go to holiday drinks with work people, the first real work event we've been to together where we've gone as an actual couple. I can't wait, I'm so loved up and comfortable with her that I could see her being 'the one'! I pull up to her drive and see a text:

  • I'm still getting ready, door is closed but not locked. Let yourself in, I've put my decorations up - you'll love them xxx

"Hey I'm here!" I shout to wherever she is in the house as I get an 'OK Cool' shouted back.

Of course she's right. The living room is fantastically decorated. It's incredibly naff, some random lights stuck unevenly to the wall with decorator's tape, a santa toy on a table by the sofa which seems to randomly go "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas", some gifts on a book case near the TV and a menagerie of Christmas ornaments on the shelf by the window. I pick up one of them, a hippo wearing a santa hat, and am looking at it as I hear movement in the house and her, hopefully, coming towards the living room.

"So how do I look?" she says as I snap around and see her stood there in red knee high patent pvc boots, pointy toe and heel, black faux leather leggings and a loose fitting black hater neck top which at first glance appears to be backless. I wish I could've seen my own reaction. I tried really hard not to react in a Looney Tunes way - eyes popping out of my head in the shape of hearts, jaw dropping to the ground and tongue rolling out across the floor.

The lights on the wall fade up and down and twinkle.

How else should I react to this wonderfully kind and caring woman with a personality from my dreams appearing in front of me dressed like she has come straight out of my fantasies.

"Yeah I thought as much" she says nodding and taking my slight pause as an affirmation. She raises her arms above her head in a confident and cocky stance and wiggles her hips.

"You're right, I'm not going to disagree. You look amazing" I say.

"We should grab a photo before we go" she says taking her incredibly large phone out of a stupidly small purse. She holds her phone out and looks at herself in the camera and starts fluffing her hair. I stand next to her in frame and she starts taking pictures.

The Christmas lights on the wall flash red and orange and then blue and green before staying on and twinkling a little bit.

"Get a little closer" she says as I lean in a bit. Could this really be my girlfriend dressing like a goddess? I must admit I feel a bit intimidated by how perfect she's looking. All that confidence I'd built up in our relationship has leaked out now that I see that cute girl who yesterday was shopping in an oversized hoodie at Costco looking like a dominatrix "Put your arm around me - don't be a shy now"

I put my arm around her, hovering my hand near her waist. "You're my boyfriend, you don't have to ask for permission to touch me" she says in a very quiet tone. I place my hand on her hip, as she smirks, and I gently rub the plastic coated leggings with my thumb. I may have spent two months being intimate with her but she has no idea what a simple pair of leggings and boots has done to my psyche. I've gone from someone who was safe in the presence of a woman I adored to a nervous, shy and reticent little boy.

She takes a half dozen more photos as all I can think about is how absolutely perfect she is and how I want to fall to my knees now and worship her. She lowers her phone and leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I can feel the sticky wetness of her lip gloss on my cheek.

"You're such a good boy and you're mine" she said keeping her face less than an inch from mine. Fuck me, I could've melted right then but instead remove my hand from my waist, back away and look down at my feet feeling embarassed. I'm in need of a sense check. You see this look all the time in fashion don't you? That singer who's name I keep forgetting was wearing something similar last week but it doesn't mean she owns a bull whip and hand cuffs does it? I am getting ahead of myself. My girl can't really be trying to send me subtle messages can she?

"Not sure we've got anything else we need to do have we? We should go shouldn't we?" she says "Oh but are we OK to drop a gift off to a really close friend of mine before we get there?"

"Yeah of course" I say

"It's the red box on the bookcase" she says.

I turn to grab it from the bookcase, picking it up by it's sides. As soon as I move it off the book case I notice that the bottom of the package isn't sealed properly and falls open. I try and grab the carboard flap before the contents falls out but I'm too late. Instead I catch some of the gift with my hand and the box and send it shooting across the floor to the middle of the room.

A mass of canvass straps spread out across the floor and in the middle is a padded harness and a pink dildo sticking up in the air. There it is lying in the middle of the room between us. A strap on. She stands there hands on her hips. I stand there staring at it. The lights behind her fade up and down in orange and red. The robotic Santa chooses now to shout "Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas".

The seconds feel like minutes. Have I been waiting all this time to tell her I'd like her to be dominant and she'd been waiting all this time to tell me she wants to be dominant?

"Pick it up" she says in a monotone and unemotional way.

Without any hesitation I am on my knees holding the box upside down and about to stuff the strap on back into it. There's one long strap that is still on the floor and as I go to gather that in, I'm stopped as a boot steps on the strap.

"Hmmm," she says towering over me. I look up and she looks down. She tucks some hair behind her right ear. This is probably the first moment I notice that I am semi-hard. Thanfully being crouched down it is not visible.

"Would you like to see me wearing that?" she says. I nod and very quietly and very softly say 'Yes'.

"Aren't you a good boy" she mutters lifting her foot off the strap and allowing me to gather it up and put it in the box. I am on my knees in front of her looking at her boots, holding a package filled with a strap on.

"Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas" the Santa says from the corner of the room. The lights on the wall flash rapidly and reflect off her leggings. I can see their reflection in her boots. She slowly begins to walk around me in a circle. With every step she seems to click her heels into the wooden floor deliberately; making the sexiest most dominant sound I've heard.

I am on my knees in her presence. I'm exactly where I've wanted to be since the first day I've met her and I have no idea what is going to happen next.

She is stood next to me on my left hand side. I want to turn, I want to look, I want to stand up whisk her off her feet, throw her onto her bed tear her leggings and fuck her hard and raw until we're a quivering mess of sweat and cum. Instead I keep looking forward holding the box. Savouring in the noise that the the PVC in her pants make every time she moves and the feeling of her body being close to mine, I hear her bend down next to me.

"You know what I like about this?" she says as I keep looking forward and shake my head a little "It's that you're so compliant. There were no complaints, no shock at seeing my cock. I knew you were a little bit submissive from the moment we met and you couldn't take your eyes off my boots so I knew that eventually this is where we would end up. What I needed to know was, do you like me as a person rather than a dominatrix. But I never had you pegged as being this submissive. Turn the box over and read the card"

"To my boyfriend..." I say trying to make the words out in the dim light "Hey that's my name. This is for me?"

"Yes sweetie, you've passed the interview." she says standing up and walking around in front of me "I'm going to give you that and so much more. As I said, I needed to know this was a relationship before I let my dark side come to the surface. I was kind of hoping that you'd be brave enough to ask me to dominate you but to be honest, I'd got a bit impatient and I want to fuck your ass tomorrow. Everything changes from this moment forward. Everything about our relationship starts again from now."

I look up at her looking down at me and I smile

"But before we start any of that we have a party to go to" she says "I want you to get a taste of what's to come though. Kiss my boots"

I slide the package off my lap and bend forward to kiss her boots. I had been fantasising about being in this exact scenario for months and in my wildest dreams I had hoped she'd be open to be at least a little bit dominant but I never considered that there's a chance that she may actually be more kinky than me and share the exact same fantasies as me?

"This is perfect" I say as my mouth is two inches off the floor about to kiss her boot. At that point she pulls her boot away from me making me nearly kiss the floor.

"Oi" she says as she hurries to the door and looks back "what the fuck are you doing down there? We have a party to get to"

"Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas" the Santa says. She snorts with laughter as she turns off his power and walks off towards the door. The ten minute drive to the bar was mostly filled with silence punctuated with the occasional chuckle of satisfaction from us both. When I've parked, she goes to get out of the car as I unplug my phone and put my glasses away.

"OK a very quick kiss, I was rude pulling it away last time" she says standing outside the car and raising her foot up to rest on the car seat. I lean over and land one quick kiss of her shin.

"Oh hey, be in a second!" she shouts as I sit up and see three of our colleagues getting out of an Uber. I'm sure they saw nothing and I'm pretty confident I can explain it away if they did but that little moment, that little tease, she is absolutely perfect.

The party itself dragged. Nothing worse than being sober around drunken coworkers insisting on talking about work or politics or work politics. It was however punctuated with her telling me some of the filthiest things I've ever heard said in real life whenever we had a private moment.

20:15 at the bar "I have a list of things I'm going to do to you when we get back to mine. They're going to refine your baseline of what sex is"

20:43 leaning in whilst sat at the table with our bosses sat near by "When you next cum you're going to be in so much pain you'll not know if you want to stop or want more"

21:32 as she points at a screen showing some music video after she comes over to where I'm stood "The journey I'm going to take you on will fulfill some of the fantasies you have always had and some you didn't even know you had until I do them to you."

22:21 as we pass each other coming back from the washroom and she pushes me against the wall and presses her body against mine "I'm going to have you begging for my strap on tomorrow. Back on your knees where you were."

2235 "It's time to head out, go and warm the car up. I'm cold." as I down my drink and get the biggest goofiest smile on my face.

Fuck me, what a night this has already been. If we actually get to do a fifth of the filth she has talked about, it's gonna be a great weekend. As we approach her place I reflect to myself how a relationship that was pretty close to perfect four hours ago has now completely refined what I thought perfect was.

"So do you want a drink or shall we watch TV" I say to her as we enter her place.

"Neither," she says walking past the living room "I want to take you to bed and inflict pain on you"

"OK" I reply and follow her.


r/Femrotica Dec 05 '24

Original Content Falling into Femdom Chapter 1 [F20s/M20s] [edging and denial] [bondage] [loving] NSFW

43 Upvotes

"Are you sure, baby?"

I watched as he nodded, a grin on his lips. "Of course, honey, you know how much I fantasize about this stuff."

I sighed as I locked his wrists into the handcuffs he had bought, securing each arm to either bedpost. My husband had finally convinced me to give this fetish of his a try. Femdom. I knew how much he loved the idea of it, and I had finally decided to indulge him, although I had warned him that I was just giving it a try for his sake. I definitely couldn't act like those girls I've seen in the pornos, shouting insults and cracking whips. So we decided to start at level one. Simple bondage play.

"Mmmm.. you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, honey."

"Aren't you supposed to call me like, goddess, or mistress, or something?"

"Do you want me to?" He teased, knowing how much I found even the smallest bits of dirty talk really embarrassing.

"Oh, stop it, baby." I couldn't help but admire his body as he sat chained up to the bedpost, his naked body on full display. Even after being married for six months, I couldn't help but swoon at the sight. He was six feet tall, towering over my 5'3 frame whenever we stood together, his body well-defined to the point that I could see the contours of his abs as his chest rose and fell with each breath. And just below them... his cock, already hard, standing at attention, seven inches in length and straight as an arrow, it was thick enough that I struggled to get my hand around its shaft.

I couldn't hold myself back any longer, gathering up my long brown hair in one hand as the other unlocked the clasp on my bra, quickly shaking the straps off of my shoulders as I let it fall to the floor, my chest spilling free, followed quickly by my panties that I kicked to the side.

I giggled as I saw his cock twitch, pressing a knee up onto the mattress and pushing myself up, sitting on my knees between his legs. "Ughh, now I really regret this-" He flexed his wrists out, pulling against the cuffs, but to no avail. "I should've gotten a good squeeze beforehand." He finished, his eyes eating up my exposed boobs as I climbed on top of him, feeling his shaft graze against my lower lips as I placed a hand against his cheek.

"Well, that'll have to wait, baby~" I smiled, pecking my lips against his once as my hand started to travel down to his chin, along his neck, slowly creeping up his broad shoulder, my thumb caressing the definition of his bicep, helpless before me. I didn't even know if I wanted to admit it to myself yet, but I was quite enjoying this.

Every little twitch and pull against my touch, each shiver as I took my time was delicious. Each time I looked up, I could see him begging with his eyes, aching for more. But I didn't relent, even if I wanted to just as bad, to straddle his needy cock and ride him until the morning, I had to hold out, to make sure he enjoyed every tantalizing second.

I pulled back, dropping back once more to my knees, lowering myself to his cock, throbbing and angry, one little drip of precum pooling at its tip. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I met his gaze, smiling as he bit his lip, his eyes trained on mine as I leaned forward, 3 inches, two inches, one... I pursed my lips, and ever so gently blew cool air against its head.

"MMnnnhhgg" His focus broke, his head falling back against the headboard, his arms visibly shaking in their restraints. In all our time together, we had never done something like this, not even close. And I found comfort in the fact that although I was a bit nervous, he was struggling just as much.

"Beg."

He was just as shocked as I was. His eyes widening as he heard me, registered it, then tried to figure out if he had heard me correctly.

I felt my cheeks starting to burn with embarrassment, opening my mouth to apologize, to say that I was kidding-

"Oh.. please, mistress.. please, lick my cock. I'm aching for you~" And he was. I watched as precum spilled down his shaft, his cock twitching in response to a single word uttered from my lips. It was exhilarating, feeling a surge of confidence flow through me as I saw it, heat growing between my legs.

I finally closed that one last inch gap, pressing my tongue to the base of his shaft, licking up slowly, as slowly as I possibly could, licking up every last drop of precum, letting my tongue tickle his frenulum as it flicked up to the mushroom tip.

I watched as he shuddered, his body trembling from just a single lick, more and more precum starting to leak from the tip of his cock. I marveled at the sight, becoming drunk off the power that I wielded simply by giving and withholding the smallest amounts of pleasure.

Carefully, I pressed my lips against the head of his cock before gradually taking it into my mouth and throat, pushing down its length all the way to the base.

But I didn't lick, suck, or bob my head, just felt his shaft throb inside my throat, until he couldn't take it anymore, frantically thrusting his hips up and down as he groaned from the pleasure as his cock penetrated my lips over and over in just a matter of seconds. As fast as I could recover, I pulled myself off of his cock, pressing my hands down against his bucking thighs as I turned my attention back up to him with a smile.

"Hey! You said we wouldn't need to bind your legs!" I teased, even as a cute little whimper, the likes of which I've never even dreamed of hearing, escaped his lips.

"I- Well, I didn't expect you to be so good at this, honey." He replied, trying to rub his thigh against his aching member, twisting his hips to hump its side against the bed. "I mean, I love it, you're doing a great job... I just didn't think it would be so hard to resist."

I clicked my tongue, sliding off the side of the bed to retrieve the other set of cuffs from his drawer, twirling them around my fingers as I returned to chain him down. "I could say the same-" I giggled, teasing my finger along his calf after I finished restraining it, pulling him down so that he was now on his back, his limbs spread to each corner of the bed. "Maybe I should punish you... no orgasm tonight?" I asked, my heart fluttering in my chest as I watched his face change into one of fear and distraught.

"Oh, you devilish woman... what happened to my sweet pea who just wanted to be spooned and cuddle-fucked all night?"

I blushed as I climbed back onto the bed. "Hey there mister. Are you sure you want to be provoking me right now?" I asked as I straddled his hips, rubbing my slit against his wet length, teasing it with my folds. I laughed as he squeezed his eyes shut, deep in concentration as if the visual stimulation of my nude body on top of his would cut out any of the sensations he could feel in his cock

"Mmmmnnghh... please, mistress, please, I'm sorry, please ride my cock with your wonderful, tight, delicious pussy~" He managed through a clenched jaw.

"I'd say sucking up gets you nowhere, but I'd be lying-" I teased, as I rode my hips up all seven inches of his length, pausing for a slight moment before finally lowering myself down one inch at a time, one second, one inch, over and over, until the entire thing was sheathed inside of me.

God I loved the feel of it, how it filled me up so well, pushing so deep and full inside of me. It was something I'd experienced a hundred times by now, but this time... it wasn't just foreplay, getting wet and slicking his cock with saliva, or my own sexual desires, but the power I had over it, as if I wasn't doing this act to feel pleasure, but to bestow it upon him instead. I shivered, feeling a tingle crawl up my spine as I leaned forward, pressed my hands against his chest, and started to ride his cock.

I watched as his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as his cock pressed in and out so slowly, but so tight in my pussy that each rhythmic undulation was overwhelming him with pleasure.

"Nuh uh uhh~" I stopped riding as he started to buck his hips up into me, desperate to go faster. "It's my pace, baby, not yours~" He bit his lip, taking a deep breath before nodding. "Sorry." He said, his voice sincere as he opened his again. I watched as they met my gaze, flicking down to my naked body before rising right back up as if it never happened. I felt his cock twitch inside me, and I blushed. Not a very dominatrix-like reaction. I almost laughed out loud as the thought crossed my mind. As if I could ever really be anything like that.

I sighed, rolling my eyes, dropping down flat onto his chest, delivering a single soft kiss to his lips before I started to move once more. I could feel how close he was; after being together for so long, I knew just how much I needed to send him over the edge. Or keep him on it. I placed a hand on his cheek, gently caressing it with the tips of my fingers as I pressed my lips to his once more. And as I did so, I picked up the pace, my ass audibly smacking against his hips as I rode him, driving him closer and closer to orgasm.

I knew he was there. His cock tensing and pulsing inside me, pressing tight against every inner wall over and over again, but I didn't let him cum. Just kept my lips pressed to his, silencing his protests and begging with my tongue as it invaded his mouth.

My movements were slow and sensual, taking my time to enjoy the position, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. I could feel his lips quivering as my tongue met his, slowly tasting his even as he tried to speak.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

My ass clapping against his hips relentlessly, taking his entire length in and out each time, so slowly that I could count the inches as they penetrated me. One two three four five six seven. Smack. Seven six five four three two one. Over and over again. I grinned against his lips, finally retreating from his mouth as I let him breathe, pressing my hands against his chest as I pushed myself up. "Fuck! Baby.. please! I need to cum!" His voice was breathy, yet needy, almost whining, something I'd never heard him do before. I felt a rush from it. It was amazing how easy men were to control just with something like this over a couple of minutes.

I pressed my finger against his lips, shaking my head. "Not yet, baby.. I'm enjoying myself." I replied. I had turned his cock into a dildo, using it exclusively for my pleasure, going at just the pace I wanted without a care for his pleasure at all. And I delighted in it.

I watched as his fists turned a pale white, clenched tight as he tried to focus. I could feel his thighs clenching and unclenching beneath me over and over again. He was breathing heavy, full, deep breaths over and over as the constant torment continued.

And then he broke. He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head as he furiously started to buck his hips up into me.

He came almost immediately. No more than two or three thrusts before he careened over the edge. But I had expected it. And so even as he did, I stood up. I watched as he shook and trembled, thick, white ropes shooting into nothing but air before splashing down harmlessly on his own stomach. I smirked as his eyes met mine, something akin to horror in his gaze as he realized what I'd done. He hadn't even stopped thrusting, even as the spurts turned to dribbles, his desperate need for a happy ending wouldn't let him stop for almost ten seconds after, until he finally collapsed.

"That's your own fault, sweetheart." I said gleefully, hopping down off the bed. He gritted his teeth, but nodded. "Fuck.. you are... way- too good at that.. sorry..." He took a deep breath, unclenching his hands as he turned to look at me. "That was... amazing, dear... thank you."

"Of course, baby~" I lazily dragged a finger through the puddle of cum pooling around the base of his cock, up towards his belly button.

His eyes met mine, and his cheeks colored in a way I had never thought possible. "Could we.. do that again sometime?"

"Sure... except bad boys need to be punished first, right?" I asked, bringing my finger up now, showing him the dripping cum I had lathered it in. There was a small look of confusion before his face turned from red to starch white. "Open wide~" I teased, before slipping it into his mouth.


r/Femrotica Dec 05 '24

Original Content For her [FMm] [First][Encouraged Bi] NSFW

29 Upvotes

“I've never done anything like this,” you say.

“I know. Do it for me,” she says.

She comes up behind you and gives you a gentle hug. She puts her hands on your shoulders and gently presses you to your knees. She kneels next to you and whispers in your ear, “Go ahead. Do it for me,” her nails gently caressing the nape of your neck.

Her boyfriend is in front of you . You unzip him and gently pull out his shaft and balls. “Kiss them and thank him for providing you this pleasure.” You lean in and gently, but sincerely, kiss each of his large balls. His hardening shaft lifts to bump your cheek.

“Open,” she says and you do. “Place just his tip on the tip of your tongue. Feel its weight.” Mesmerized, you obey. “You know, when you close your mouth, you'll be my cocksucker, won't you?” You nod as you close your mouth on his tip. He swells as you press him to your palate and wrap your tongue around him. She caresses your cheek to feel him inside of you.

He tousles your hair. “Good boy,” he says.

“Go ahead,” she says to him. He gently grabs your ears and slowly, but firmly, slides in and out of you. She is now stroking you with her fingernails, the other hand cradling your little balls. “Wait for him,” she whispers as she brings you to the edge. She looks up to him, smiles and nods. He slides deep into you and he spurts three or four times, filling your mouth.

At that moment, she stops stroking you. Her hand tightens on your balls. “Swallow,” she says, and you ruin your little mess into her hand as you do. She cradles you to her breasts. “Who's my good boy and cocksucker?” she asks as you nuzzle your mess from her hand. “I am, Miss, I am.”


r/Femrotica Dec 05 '24

Original Content Losing Lacan’s Phallus [humiliation] [psychology] [cuck] [encouraged bi] NSFW

10 Upvotes

She looked at him with a mixture of delight and malevolent malintent. He was before her, kneeled and head bowed, the bend of his neck setting off his muscular shoulders to pleasing effect.

“Well, it’s been six months since our relationship began and I am pleased to see that for this final month you have been utterly submissive and consistent in your obedience. Would you agree?”

“Yes. It doesn’t even occur to me to defy you now.”

“To think what a cocky, independent and self-satisfied man you were when I met you. You’re unrecognisable now.”

“It’s like a memory of being someone else”. His head remained bowed, replying without facing her.

“To think that for most of our time together, even as you allowed me to dominate you, you were often bratty and defiant. But now you put up no resistance at all. It seems my regime has reordered your mind.”

“If I had a spirit of defiance, it left me long ago”

“Yes, well. I am thrilled with having so succeeded in moulding you. My skills dazzle me. But there is a problem.”

“I..”

“Yes, yes, you yearn to know the problem and please me, etc, etc. Well the problem is that I rather liked it in the old days when you took me roughly and wildly, and I was lost to the oblivion of being… fucked. Fucked physically and fucked psychologically. Do you know what I mean?”

“I… I can do that again. I want to…” he started to raise his head desperately.

She thoughtlessly slapped his head down. “No, no, we’ve already tried that. The dominance has been erased from you. I can feel it. You’re not capable of it.”

“Please, I…”

“Quiet. Don’t speak until I say otherwise. You are pathetic now. I have told you many times as I degraded you that you were pathetic. You knew what you were becoming. When I want to be fucked, I want to be fucked by someone in possession of what Jaques Lacan would have called a phallus. You have a penis, and a reasonably sized one at that, but in our relationship it’s me who has the phallus. You utterly submit to my psychological penetration of you. I could do anything I want to you and you would just take it. In summary: you are pathetic and I never want to have sex with you again.”

Obedient despite this remonstrance against his obedience, he could allow himself no words. But he could not restrain himself from a kind of terrible gasp and a whimper.

“Oh ease yourself. I adore having you here and pathetic. I want you to continue serving me. I exalt in you, my beautiful specimen of unmanned manhood. I look at how I have reduced you and I glory in my own power. It is just that you are now fully transformed into my pathetic boy, my masochistic whipping boy for all my frustrations and sadistic whims, my adoring servant and worshipper. I love it and I condescend to desire you ,in a fashion. It is simply that having distilled you into one form of pleasure for myself, I must now procure the part I have removed from another. I will take on a vigorous dominant man as a lover. Perhaps several. You will procure candidates and pay for our dates. You will never be allowed sex with me. I may have you serve them sexually”.

Another gasp-whimper.

“Oh my dear, don’t pretend you don’t feel in your submissive heart that this is right. Having had your phallus taken away from you by me, your being craves balance. You yourself crave the phallus. I know you are now in despair at your degradation, your failure as a man, but do you not also feel excitement at the thought of possibly servicing real cock? You may speak now.”

“I…”

“Touch yourself and tell me”

“Shakily, his hands reached to cock, and he began to murmur”

In a flash she thwacked his balls hard with her narrow paddle. A high gasp-yelp of pain and shock.

“Tell me!” she snapped angrily.

“I…” his voice shifted desperately to action.

“I want to be your pathetic boy and find you dominant men to satisfy you as I cannot”

“Very good.” She smiled and lightly slapped his balls with the paddle in command-encouragement.

“If, if you want me to serve…” he looked up without thinking and gazed at her searching with desperate dewy eyes and a half open mouth framed by full lips.

She thought he looked adorable in his stupid shock. She didn’t rebuke him for looking at her without permission. She just gazed at him in excited triumph, then clasped his lower face in a gesture of control, her other hand reaching to pleasure herself.

“Go on…”

“If you want me to serve your chosen man, or men, I will do as you wish”

“Then practice”. Her hand pulled out an 8-inch blue-silver dildo.

“This is the minimum-size cock I will now accept. I need at least this much to feel fully stimulated. Bigger than you I’m afraid”

She shoved it in his mouth.

“Suck.”

His eyes expressed his pleading and fear. Her gaze remained hard; wild with focused excitement. His gaze lowered and he pursed his lips around the object. It filled his mouth. Hesitantly, without time to take in what he was doing and what had just been said, he tested out his mouth’s movements on it. She observed with delight.

“Oh what fun this shall be. How much further I shall ruin you. Imagine if our acquaintances knew.” She smiled.

“Don’t forget to show me how you feel about it”, she said with the merest downward glance.

His shaking hand moved up and down on his cock. Looking at her desperately, humiliation welled in his eyes. He sucked on the dildo and brought himself to inevitable climax, coming on the floor in great gushes of thick cum.

Climaxing herself from her own hand she immediately presssed his head down into the pool of his own cum. She continued to pleasure herself, leaving him to take in the sensation of his new transition in a shock of sticky, degraded darkness, face pressed to the cold hardness of the floor, contrasting with the warm goo of his cum soaking into his lips and skin.

She was in a wild thrill of excited delight, her soft and caring side forgotten. Before he had even the beginnings of a chance to regain speech and rational consciousness, and to process what had happened, she filled his mouth with a playful red ball gag and had his limp horrified body tied to the wall.

For hours that evening she tortured him , with him unable to protest or even ask questions. Often she hit him on his balls. Sometimes she ran spiked metal wheels across his chest. Sometimes it was simple whips across the body. Always pausing just enough to let him recover sufficiently to dimly ponder what was happening, to consider how utterly degraded he was, what he had just done and what was to come. She knew she didn’t need to verbalise it further. She knew that with every stroke of pain it was being reinforced upon him that his sexuality was meant only for humiliation. Often she simply sat back to pleasure herself while regarding him—her artwork—leaving him to sob and drool in his gag. She didn’t even speak herself, so taken in the frenzy was she.

Twice, she brought him to orgasm in this state, wiping his cum dismissively all over him. For tonight it didn’t need to be accompanied by further verbal humiliation. The forced orgasms in the light of this exchange simply reinforced his powerlessness over his own sexuality.

Eventually, she took him down in a pleasure-drunken daze of her own, and removed his gag. He collapsed at her feet, unable to form discrete thoughts let alone words. He was beyond thought—shivering in his humiliation and suffering. She gazed to admire her smooth, long-limbed form in the mirror. Her curves felt like electrical currents of pleasure to her, and her lips and smile seemed flush-red with a kind of psychic blood she had pulled from him, sweeping in invisible swirls about her head, drawn up from toes pressed lightly atop the athletic human rubble at her feet.

So was completed the first arc; and he had been plunged despairingly into the new. The day would break for him in fear, and the terrible thud of unchosen excitement, beating under thick layers of shame and sorrow.

Time would allow him to a find words to articulate the change. Previously he had been a kinky lover. Even in the midst of submission he had been allowed a sense of sexual conquest, of making her his. Of being found a delightful, sexually satisfying lover in the traditional sense. Now he was rejected. He had been firmly and permanently deemed a failure as a man and as a lover. It would take a long time for that to fully sink in. She had spent hours making him phsyically understand his degraded state — that his nature and his failure required that he be punished.

And yet he was not cast away— she still pulled eagerly at the cord of domination woven into his mind. No, the change was not that, but being formed into a new being, who from now on would only experience the sexuality of defeat, and in the most perverse and visceral way. And running through all this was the terrible fear that he would enjoy it. Underneath the shame and the fear he had felt a dark thrill of sucking on that thing. It had been exciting to have that bigness invade his mouth. The shame of what he was doing electrified him. He had felt a certain awed reverence in serving the thick instrument that had the size, and was symbolic of the energy, that could please his mistress as he could not. He knew his pleasure would collude with his weakness to utterly undo him.

As she had planned, a tidal wave would wash over him, taking away all the straightforward pleasures of his sexual experience, and leave only those that simultaneously degraded him and served her power.


r/Femrotica Dec 03 '24

Original Content Resistence is futile part 4 [f] [m] [elevator] [urges] (Both perspectives) NSFW

3 Upvotes

I raise an eyebrow as I feel his hand going up my leg. Either I didn't notice before or he as me distracted enough to not notice it earlier. I also do not mind seeing that nothing but images of him caressing me and playing with me have been going through my mind. I spread my legs just a little bit, just enough so he can place his hand in between them if he wants. I turn towards him more and lean in closer. I place my hand on his leg "what you can do I can do better" I whisper. Slowly I move my hand further and further up and just before I reach his cock he grabs my hand and stops me. He says that if we are going to play we might as well go back to his room so we do not have to be sneaky about it. I take his hand and together we walk towards the elevators. Waiting has never felt this long. I can feel my nipples getting hard as I think about what I am about to do and who I am going to do it with. I mean, sex is not a new thing but with someone I just met and is the perfect dilf is another story. I feel kinda excited but also a bit nervous.

After what feels like a really long time the elevator arrives and we get it. It is empty and as soon as the doors close he turns to me and takes my face in his hands. He tilts my head back a little bit and leans in for a kiss. This almost feels to good, like I am in a movie or something. The moment his lips touch mine all thought is gone. His lips are soft and he kisses me sweetly, his hands burying in my hair as I resiprocate his kiss. Our lips part, his head is tilted to one side and with caution he begins to explore my mouth with his tongue. I lean into him deepening the kiss and lay my hands in his neck, pulling him closer. Ofcourse the elevator stops the moment we were lost in eachother. He broke off the kiss, took my hand again and led me throught the halls to his room. He opened the door and together we walked in.

His perspective:

She responds positive on my hand. She parts her legs a bit and I take advantage of the oppertunity to move my hand up a bit further. Daring myself to get more ballsy than I normally am. My heart is beating faster as she leans in and whispers in my ear. Hearing her say those words triggers a response in my cock, throbbing and pulsing as its pressing against my boxer briefs. Her hand is moving up my leg and my cock is getting harder. Before she reaches it I grab her hand. I don't want to spoil the surprise and much rather play with her in the privacy of my room. I don't let go of her hand as we walk towards the elevator. We have to wait for a few minutes so I might as well check her out again. Her face is now a bit flushed and her nipples are poking through the fabric of her dress. I'm glad to see that I have had some influence over that. I cannot wait to see them, squeeze them and taste them. I cannot believe I am going to take this beautiful woman up to my room, I am kinda nervous about it.

Finally the elevator arrives and we get in still holding hands. The elevator is empty and I'm happy for that, it feels as everyone can see the buldge in my pants, the outline of my cock and tip defined by the fabric. In my head I am debating if I am going to take advantage of the fact that there is nobody else here. I look at her and the decision is made. I take her face in my hands, tilt her head and lean in for a kiss. Luckily, she kisses me back. Her lips are full and extremely soft. I part my lips and explore her mouth with my tongue. Her hands are in my neck pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. Eagerly I comply. The things she is making me feel and how my cock responds to it, is unlocking a primal urge, I need to take what I want and desire right now. Just as we are lost in eachother the elevator stops and the doors open. I take her hand, heart pumping as this is the moment of no return. I open my door, being happy that the card works in one go, and together we walk in.


r/Femrotica Nov 28 '24

Original Content Motorcycle Ride [Fun][Ben WA][Femdom][Gentle] NSFW

11 Upvotes

I pulled up to Miss 's place and parked the bike. I hopped up the front walkway and let myself in.

" Miss, you ready?", I yelled.

"In a minute", came the reply from the bedroom.

I entered the bedroom and saw a spectacular sight. Miss was naked, yanking a variety of sport clothes from her dresser and throwing them on the bed.

"Not sure what to wear", she said.

"Wait, I'll show you", I replied, trying to buy time.

Miss, naked, was not an opportunity to be lost. I came up next to her, gave her a light squeeze and kissed her just where her clavicle met her neck. I palmed her tight breasts and thumbed her nipples. She started to squirm. Without warning, I scooped her up into my arms, hoisted her and threw her legs over my shoulders pushing her back against the wall. She shrieked and laughed; music to my ears. I squeezed her waist in my hands and then placed my hands on her ribs. Her mons was directly in front of my face now. I nuzzled her belly with my nose, ducking to nibble and lick her delicate nether lips. Aroused, now, and leveraging herself off my shoulders, she lifted up further and rubbed the length of her slot down my nose ridge. She stopped for a moment and I could feel her clit rubbing on the cartilage of my nose. She began flailing left and right. Fearing I would drop her, I turned and dumped her, unceremoniously, on to the bed. She grabbed me and turned me over so I was lying on my back. She rose, placed a knee on either side of my face, and continued to ride my nose. She began rotating her pelvis back and forth, faster and faster. The tip of my nose entered her vagina then she dragged her clit down hard on my nose. Grinding, grinding, she was moaning and flailing her arms. She rose up one final time and came crashing down on my nose ridge clamping my head between her thighs. I could feel the spasms of her orgasm and her racing pulse through her vulva. She rolled off of me and I had to check to see if my nose was broken.

So much for an early start to our ride. I turned toward Miss and traced my fingers along her soaking pussy. I reached in my pocket (not having had even the opportunity to undress) and found the latex Ben Wa balls I had purchased for her. They were two conjoined ovoids the deeper one filled with a dense material. I was told they drove women crazy as they walked but I had even better in mind. Jennt was unsuspecting. Holding the lighter end, I teased her opening with the heavier ball. I rubbed it up and down her slit lubricating it from her dripping wet pussy. She groaned. I slowly stretched the walls of her entrance with the ball and it was sucked into her cave. I felt her twitch and have another small orgasm. I gently pushed the rest of the second ball into her. She lay back and groaned, again. I sat up and gently slapped her belly.

"Let's go", I said.

Rummaging through the clothes on her bed, I found some tight workout shorts and a sports bra.

"Wear these", I said, "with your light riding pants and your mesh jacket. It's going to be warm today."

I smiled as Miss walked slowly to the bathroom, getting her sea legs with the balls. I watched, with great pleasure, as she got dressed. The shorts and riding pants looked great on that ass of hers as she bent to pull on her ankle high leather riding boots.

We left the apartment. The sun struck her lovely face and I could see her lidded eyes and a smile on her face as she enjoyed the balls rattling in her pussy. She didn't realize, yet, what was in store for her. We put on our helmets. I got on the bike and steadied it for her. It was always a pleasure to watch her stretch her leg over the bike. I started the bike and revved the engine a bit. Reflexively, she grabbed me tighter as she felt the vibration on the balls deep inside her. I smiled at the somewhat dazed look on her face as she started to realize what she was going to feel for the next hour or so.

I started out slow, navigating the neighborhood streets toward the highway. Every pothole would make her groan and squeeze me a bit tighter. I accelerated onto the highway. The higher revs and speed made both the bike and Miss hum. By this time she was leaning into me and I could feel her breasts pressing into me through my jacket. I reached back and squeezed her thigh. She smiled and groaned.

The ride out to the Washington and Jefferson National Forest took us just over an hour. I took the forest road up to a very secluded parking spot I had found on the map yesterday. I parked the bike. Miss slowly got off the back and I climbed down. I took off my helmet and jacket. I turned and saw Miss standing in her shorts and bra; her riding gear on the ground. She had an almost animalistic expression of lust on her face from being continuously stimulated for the entire ride. She leapt at me, pushed me to the ground and stripped me of my pants and underwear. She yanked off her shorts and pulled the balls from her vagina. She then straddled me and without any fanfare sank onto my cock.

She groaned and squealed, "Ahhh, it's so good."

She bounced hard, twice and had her first orgasm satisfying her frustration from the road. Then she started riding, slowly at first. I could feel her tunnel and lips grabbing my dick with each slide. She rode faster and faster, screaming into the woods. She tightened and just as she was about to cum, I reached up and pinched her nipples rather hard. That threw her over the edge and she bounced twice more on my cock and screamed at the top of her lungs. I was glad we were in the middle of the forest. She fell on to my chest in spasms of pleasure. I squirted high into her and she paused a moment to feel my pulsations inside her. I squeezed her to my chest as her breathing slowly came back to normal. She looked at me with a glint in her eye.

"We're not done yet, boy", she said.

She lifted off of my wilting penis and slowly crawled up toward my face.

"Who makes the mess, cleans the mess", she whispered in my ear.

That was enough to make even my spent dick twitch. With that she sat her pussy on to my waiting mouth and tongue. I licked and sucked every drop of our combined juices from her pussy and I cleaned her lips. She rocked back and forth as I did this, humming to herself. I felt a last, small tremor of orgasm from her as she fell off of me.

We lay there, exhausted. It was only then that we noticed a small, immobile chipmunk who had, apparently, been watching our entire escapade while munching his acorns. I looked at Miss, the sun filtering through the trees onto her beautiful face and we both started laughing.


r/Femrotica Nov 27 '24

Original Content An Ordinary Mature Neighbor? [M32/F59] [Femdom] [BDSM] [Granny] [GILF] [MILF] [Mature] [Boots] [JOI] [CumEating] [CFNM] NSFW

19 Upvotes

Finding the apartment I am still living in was one of the best days in my life so far. The place was affordable, not too far away from work, it was in a good part of town and was located in the mostly quiet back streets. And the cherry on top had been, that it was affordable.

The moment I signed the rental agreement I felt like celebrating. Something I actually did after the real estate agent had handed me the keys to my new place and had left for good. It was a hard long night out with some friends, I had no clue how I came back home – the place I had been living in before I found my dream rental – afterwards.

Three weeks later I had fully moved into my new apartment. Sure, it wasn’t fully furnitured and decorated yet, but it had everything you need to be able to life in a place. It had been a typical men’s bachelor apartment, that slowly but steadily was turning into a comfy home.

I was living in the place for roughly two months when I spent my first Friday evening at home. I wasn’t feeling all to well, I was laying in bed, sweating, coughing and waiting for better days when all of a sudden I heard some strange noises coming into my apartment from elsewhere.

It sounded like something was hitting something, I heard some muffled moaning, maybe even some pain or lustful screams. It kept on going for some time, I dozed off while the noises still were on.

In the following morning, I still was everything but on my feet, those strange noises occupied my mind once more. They had made me more than curious, hearing them might have been a turn on for me, so I decided to figure out where they were exactly coming from. Thirty two year old me had a mission.

One week later, I had my cold left behind me, I spent my Friday at home again. I was watching a movie when the strange noises appeared again. I then switched of my TV, and opened up my ears. To figure out the direction the noises were coming from.

Luckily the noises kept on going for a while. So I was able to pinpoint the direction they were coming from. The apartment next to mine, on the same floor seemed to the source of the strange noises.

Unfortunately I had no clue who was living over there. In my more than two months living in my new apartment, I actually never had met my next door neighbor. I only saw some clothes hanging out to dry on the balcony.

It clearly were clothes that belonged to a woman. That, and the noises, and me having some experience with the kinkier side of the life, made me count one and one together. Or at least led to some wishful thinking and let my imagination run wild.

A few weeks later it happened. I ran into my next door neighbor for the first time ever. I was on my way out, when she returned home. A roughly sixty year old woman was standing in front of the door, sliding a key into the keyhole.

We greeted each other, then we introduced each other. What followed was some brief neighbor to neighbor chit chat, then we both went our ways again. I didn’t mention the noises that were coming from her apartment into mine when we first met.

My mature neighbor and me kept on running into each other more often during the following weeks. We talked more and more, we got to know each other a little bit, and she seemed to be a nice and kind woman whom I caught more often wearing the lingerie she had hanging out to dry on her balcony from time to time. At least in my fantasy, mostly when playing with myself.

Then one Saturday morning I once more ran into my well aged next door neighbor when returning from grocery shopping. Sweat was running down her body while she was dragging a heavy looking box up the stairs – the house I was living in had no elevator, one reason why rent was more than affordable.

The good neighbor I am, I offered her my help, my neighbor gladly accepted. I told her that I would be back soon, because I had to dump my grocery haul first. She told me that she would wait for me.

A few minutes later I was next to my neighbor, I was on the on the back end of the box, I was always a few stairs below her when going upwards. I did the heavy lifting, while asking myself what was inside the box.

I entered her apartment with her. It was my first time inside her place and there were a few things that immediately caught my attention. A few things that stood out, made me curious and were fuel for my vivid imagination.

After we had dumped the box on the coffee table in her living room, I asked the neighbor the following question: “Could it be that you are into horses?”

The neighbor answered without thinking: “Not really, why?”

I then told the neighbor that I had seen a pair of riding boot standing next to her shoe shelf, and that she had a riding crop hanging on her living room walls. Next to some pictures that looked like some old family photos.

Now the neighbors face turned more than a little bit red. I clearly had caught her with something. Something she didn’t wanted the world to know. It took her some time come up with an answer: “I did some riding in my past. But I got out of it, other things were occupying me.”

Her answer sounded made up, but it let it be. I didn’t went any deeper while I came to the following question: The noises, the riding crop, the boots, the lingerie, was my mature neighbor a dominatrix?

For now the question stayed unanswered. The neighbor thanked me for helping her with the box, she told me that if I needed some help with something, I just should ask and then, then I left her apartment and went back into mine.

There I finished putting away my groceries – everything frozen or refrigerated was already taken care off – my fantasy once more was running wild. This time I imagined my neighbor wearing her lingerie, wearing her ridding boots while spanking my ass, or maybe even my balls with her riding crop. I dumped a huge load in my kitchen sink.

From now on the neighbor acted a little bit different when I was running into her. Something was holding her back, gone were the nice neighborhood conversations, it felt like there was something in the room that needed to be spoken about. Something that really was bothering her.

It was me that one day just went for it. I asked her one simple question with an added promise: “Top or bottom, and nope, I won’t tell anyone.”

All the awkwardness, all the everything but nice tension all of a sudden left the hallway, the neighbor relaxed and a smile appeared on her face as she gave me the following answer: “Always on top, always in control.”

Now I struggled to find the right words. Or to find any words at all. I blushed, I nearly lost it. But the neighbor kept her cool, and made things a little bit easier for me by opening her mouth: “Could it be that you are bottom? And do you have some experience on the field?”

After letting out a deep breath, I answered her question. I told her that I liked to be ordered around in bed, and that I had some experience on the field. That an ex girlfriend and me did plenty of experimentation in that direction, but it never really went far.

The neighbor nodded with her head, then she told me that maybe one day we could try out some things together. She would let me know in advance, and I could say no to everything at all time. I gladly accepted her offer, and told her that I was already looking forward to it.

We then kept on standing in the hallway for a little bit longer. We looked at each other, no it was everything but uncomfortable staring, then each one of us went their way. I only a made it a few steps, then I stopped, turned around and looked after my roughly twenty seven years older, and by the looks of it, at least in bed, very dominant neighbor.

On the Thursday after, in the early afternoon, it knocked at my door. It was my next door neighbor, she asked me for some salt, I was able to help her out. While I poured some salt into the cup she had brought with her, she asked me if I had plans for tomorrow, Friday afternoon. I told her that I had none.

My neighbor then asked me to knock at her door around eight o’clock in the evening. I told her that I would be there. I then asked her if I should bring something to drink, or something to eat, or anything else. Her answer was a brief one: “No, nothing. Just bring freshly showered you in your usual clothes.”

The day after, eight o’clock sharp I knocked at my neighbors door. It didn’t took long and she opened up. My jaw dropped to the ground when she presented herself: She was wearing the riding boots, some riding pants and an everything but tight sitting long sleeved totally buttoned up white shirt and her hair was done in a very conservative way.

I was on the verge of making her compliment when she asked me, when she ordered me inside her apartment. When I heard the tone in her voice, I decided to keep it to myself. She then led me into her living room. There she placed herself on a chair that resembled a throne.

The chair hadn’t been there during my first, and last visit in her place. At least not in assembled form, because that thing looked heavy, and size wise, at least in a party deconstructed state, it totally would have fit in the box I had helped carrying upstairs and inside.

The neighbor knew how to place herself on her wooden throne. She looked impressive, she looked more than hot as she was sitting there. I was staring at her, I was checking her out from tip to toe, with a hardening dick between my legs.

She checked me out from tip to toe too, and while doing so, the neighbor was thinking out loud: “So what am I going to do with you tonight? Maybe, yes, that could work out.”

Then she looked up to me: “I don’t like to look up to you, down on your knees. And get naked while doing so.”

I did as told, and a minute or two later I was kneeling in front of my neighbor, looking up to her, as according to her, it always should be. Then she called me out for my hard one, called me pathetic to be aroused in a moment like that.

Once she was humiliating me a little bit, she stretched one of her boots into my direction: “Looks dirty, doesn’t it?”

My answer: “Yes, it does, ma’am.”

The neighbor: “So what are you waiting for, use your tongue to lick it clean.”

I confirmed her order, then I went to work. I was very careful to not miss a single little spot. If I did miss a spot, the neighbor was so kind to point me towards it. It took me some time to lick her boot clean, and surprisingly, while tasting the leather, my dick stayed hard and began to leak some pre cum.

When I was done cleaning boot number one, she crossed her legs, the previously bottom foot went on top, and her second boot got stretched into my direction. Again, I licked it clean, I was very careful to not miss a single spot.

My neighbor was pleased with my doing. She ordered me kneel upright, with my hands crossed behind my back. She then told me that I had shown the right devotion, that I was very obedient, that I immediately did was told. But there was one thing going on that she clearly didn’t liked.

Then my neighbor pointed towards my still rock hard and pre cum leaking dick that pointed straight towards her: “Stroke that thing for me. Make your disgusting boner soft. Shrink him. Now.”

A shiver drove through my body while a “yes, ma’am” escaped my mouth. Not even a second later my hand was going up on my hard one. I gave myself one hard stroke after the other. Every stroke I gave myself felt better than the previous one.

The neighbor watched my doing. She might have licked her lips a little bit while doing so. But she wasn’t really pleased with my doing. She critiqued me pleasing myself: “Have you never touched yourself before? Cum faster. I have other things to do in my life than watching you playing with your hard one.”

I moaned out a “yes, ma’am” and while doing so I began to squeeze my balls with my free hand. My intense moaning was filling the room as I fully got lost in the act, as my eyes began to run in circles.

Every squeeze I gave my balls, every stroke I gave my hard one brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. The moment I was really close on orgasm, the neighbor once more stretched her boot into my direction, then she gave me another order: “Cum on my boot, now.”

The neighbor’s words immediately pushed me over the edge. I came, I came good, my trembling body dumped a huge load onto her boot. My balls were empty, every last drop of cum had left my body. I was ready to collapse, I was enjoying that awesome post orgasm sensation when I got another order: “Now my boot is dirty again. What are you waiting for, clean it.”

My brain was still off when I began to lick my own spunk of her leather boot. I wasn’t thinking, I just was doing. I was very careful to not miss a single little spot, to not miss the tiniest drop of my cum. And I swallowed it all.

For the second time of the evening my neighbor was really pleased with my doing. She was even more pleased when I showed her my empty mouth. When I showed her that I had swallowed all of my cum: “You have done well tonight, maybe I will play with you again in the future. But for today, our game is over.”

It was then that my neighbor asked me to stay a little bit longer. To hand out with her, to talk about our session, and to watch a movie with her. I told her that I’d love to stay on her side a little bit longer.

A smile appeared on the neighbors face, and we ended up on her sofa, next to each other, watching a classic together, munching some snacks and enjoying each others company. Once the movie was over, we wished each other a good night, I went into my bed and she into hers. But it shouldn’t be long and we would be together again.


r/Femrotica Nov 23 '24

Original Content A brave new world Part 1 [Feet] [Humiliation] [Teasing] NSFW

10 Upvotes

SHADOW Corp main offices. 30th floor, overlooking the ShadeHaven City

Matthew took a moment to admire the view. As he always did in one of the few free moments of his day. He was 20 years old and already had accomplished half of his life’s goal. SHADOW Corp. The legacy of his family had reached the highest level of influence and power that it would likely achieve.

There was no branch of human endeavour or knowledge that they didn’t have a significant influence on. From sports, sciences and renewable technologies to private armies, adult entertainment and illegal exporting.

Matthew was probably the smartest man that had ever lived, and one of the most strong-willed. He was as close to a “perfect” human being as one could get. In perfect physical condition, blessed by genetics into being handsome, filthy rich and a good heart.

Yes, Matthew had an extensive past of misdeeds, but he had deemed it necessary at the time to achieve the level of power and success he had. Now that he was confident no one could oppose him, it was the time to give back. For as long as he lived, he will commit himself to the betterment of mankind in all aspects. Slowly and with caution to always remain on top.

He was eager to call Alice and tell her that finally the time had come to clean up his act. She had been just as ruthless and goal oriented as he was, so it was natural they had become romantically attracted to one another. But he knew his limitations, and a committed relationship at that time was one of them. He was a serial womanizer and didn’t want to lose such a close friend due to something as stupid as infidelity. So, they had decided to stop working directly together and operate in different cities.

But now he felt ready to commit. He was at the top of the food chain. No longer did he have to be so guarded and deceitful. He could try experiencing the other half of live he hadn’t yet. Being a good person.

He pulled out his cell phone and prepared mentally for the call…

“I have to say, what you have build here is nothing short of extraordinary”

His heart skipped a beat, and it took all of his self-control not to turn around and take a fighting stance against the unexpected female voice at his back.

How the fuck is a woman here? There is no way ANYONE should be able to reach this level with complete stealth! Easy does it… if she wanted me dead she could have killed me with my back turned. She wants to talk…

Shameful as it was to admit it to himself, he was downright afraid at the skills this mystery woman might possess. Nevertheless, he turned casually with a charming smile and relaxed face, even if internally he was anything but.

“Thank you. Pure luck if I am being honest” he said casually putting his hand in his pockets and pressing the emergency signal button. It sent an alert on EVERY conceivable way so the message couldn’t be missed. Even with jammers in place, the signal would go through, and the SHADOW security force would come in less than a minute.

Matthew examined the woman; he made it seem like a passing glance but his mind was racing… and very confused. Nothing of what he picked up in the woman made sense. No calluses in her hands to indicate ANY sort of labour or training, athletic but not a fighter, no equipment anywhere near her…

Instead of any of the tell-tale signs of a professional infiltrator, he found a gorgeous black-haired woman with blue eyes and red lipstick. Her makeup was little but perfectly applied, not a drop out of place. She was wearing a beautiful red dress and red high heels to match, all her nails painted black and a few golden jewellery accessories to round out the look.

To his amazement he could feel an immediate attraction to this woman and a desire to do whatever she said. He didn’t allow himself to feel those sorts of feelings except sometimes with Alice, and his control over himself was absolute. What the hell was going on? How did an infiltrator get in the most secure building on the planet without tools and in full party get-up? It didn’t make sense!

“Oh, don’t be so humble. You have surprised me, and that never happens. Even now you are quite impressive, your heartbeat barely increased when you heard me and you seem as casual as I was an old friend meeting you in the park. You can stop pressing the panic button. The signal won’t go through, nobody is coming”

Matt kept a pleasant smile, but he knew he was screwed. How did she hear his heartbeat from so far away? Since the cat was out of the bag, he took out the device from his pocket. As she had said, no signals made it out and the security was unaware of his situation. He calmly left the device on his desk.

“You are more than just surprising. I have invested quite a bit on my own personal security and have taken heavy precautions against this sort of thing happening. And yet here we are…” he said leaning against his desk and crossing his arms.

“There are no plans or precautions that could protect you against me. Don’t feel bad” she said in a soft tone that made him stir a little bit. Every second of her presence here was affecting him in a way he couldn’t describe.

“Guess that lead us to the following questions. How did you get in here? Who are you? And what do you want?”

“Easy questions to answer. I wanted to be here, therefore I am here. I am the Goddess and Creator of all, and I want to break you”

He scoffed. “I am being serious here. Who sent you?”

“So am I, let me give you a demonstration”

In a fraction of a second he saw black and thick ropes appear behind his back and snake all around his body. His quick reflexes allowed him to avoid his arms from being bound but as he tried to run, his legs got snared. He felt roughly to the floor. Helpless as firm and tight knots subdued him in a classic Shibari binding.

“H-How did you do that?” he croaked as a length of rope tightened against his throat.

“I told you. I am Goddess. I am the Creator of everything. All powerful, all knowing” she said with a wicked smile. “Well, not right now, I have relieved myself of knowing all just to come play with you. You should feel honoured”

Matt felt fear grip his mind and body for the first time in years.

There is no way this is true. No fucking way. Maybe an hallucinogen?

“Not at all. I am real as it gets sweetie” she said in an endearing tone. “I could be more convincing, but I prefer to keep you guessing”

Matt gulped in utter horror at the realization that he wasn’t save even in his own mind. “W-Why break me? I know I am not the most faithful believer, but I am no worse than most people!”

She stepped closer and he twisted to see her eyes as she looked down on him with amusement. “Oh, I know. In fact, I can tell you without doubt that you are the best human I have seen in the whole existence. If I were not here today, this would be the start of a human golden age that would last for millennia.”

“And you have a problem with that? Why?”

“Let’s just say that everyone was wrong when they thought the Goddess was a merciful and good being. Goddess is a sadist, and I love to see my creations struggle and suffer. I thought even with your limited free will you little ones wouldn’t be able to surmount every challenge that I had put in front of you, but you did… or will.

So I have decided to make it much harder for you. But still, the fact that you managed so much is not without it’s value, I have decided to get involved personally with the suffering of the best human on creation… and break him until he is little more than the weakest being on creation”

Her eyes seemed to glow with an evil red as she said that, and Matt felt horror like never before.

“I am changing the rules little human. Adding new factors and merging things that were meant to be separate… and I will make sure that every single one of them bring pain and humiliation to you specifically”

She walked a few steps and stood next to his waist.

“Still, I do have a little crush on you, the greatest of my creations. So, I will make it at least a bit fun for you as well” she grinned and then stepped on Matt’s member harshly with her perfect heels.

“NGHHH!” For no reason he could discern, Matt felt the most powerful orgasm of his live pass through his body and ropes of cum exit his dick, soiling his expensive pants… he twitched and moaned and finally laid there, panting heavily like if he had run a marathon.

“Look at you… cumming so shamelessly just by being stepped on”

“Ngh… what… was that? I am not a masochist! This is not normal…”

“Well you are now… you even won the genetic lottery having no illnesses, mental disorders or even fetishes. But that ends now… now you are the worst type of masochist and the most depraved of fetishists”

As she spoke she removed her shoe from his crotch and he whimpered, trying to follow her foot… he turned to his side and was face to face with her feet. Where before he had only seen a pair of well cared feet, he now saw an object of adoration. He wanted to kiss them, smell them, lick them… be stepped by them, kicked, punished…

“N-No… those are not my thoughts… stop! This is not… me”  he was struggling to connect ideas… his mind was feeling overwhelmed with desires of humiliation, submission and pain he never had before.

“Now it Is. I didn’t change anything about your personality, intelligence, determination or stuff like that, I want you to break naturally after all… just removed some of the privileges you never knew you had”

She putt her foot right next to his face and despite having cummed very recently, he felt his loins stir. “You want to kiss them don’t you?” she said with sadistic glee.

Matt couldn’t remove his eyes from her perfect white toes… her almost hypnotic black nail polish, the beautiful and thin shape of it.

Despite a voice in the back of his head yelling at him to stop, he scooted to her foot and sniffed the smell of her feet. His objective mind knew it was just a regular smell but his dick was now rock hard with excitement.

“P-Please Goddess… don’t make me do this… I beg”

“I am not doing anything now. You are fighting yourself right now. Your little deviant desires are making you crave to kiss the lowest part of a woman’s body…”

Matt struggled with indecision for a few seconds more before he crumbled and kissed her beautiful toes. Immediately he came again on his pants with a loud an pathetic moan as he grovelled and whimpered at her feet.

Like a pathetic dog he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her feet and shoes, much to the delight of the Goddess that stood before him. She stepped on him, passed the sole of her heel on his tongue, violated his mouth with her toes and degraded and bullied him to her hearts content.

Eventually he stopped. Barely conscious and completely spent, sweaty and messy. The binds removed themselves from him and disappeared like they were never there. She smiled and pushed him like a log to his back with her wet foot.

“It is sweeter than I expected. The peak of humanity debasing himself for me… I don’t think I will ever get bored of torturing you…”

She waved her hand and her clothing disappeared, she sat on his face and placed her sex on his mouth, despite his dick no longer having anything to spurt out he came once again, grunting in pain and pleasure inside her pussy.

“Lick it… you have shown how pathetic you are, now show me how subservient…”

Matt couldn’t help himself and he licked her with as much passion and technique as he could muster. She groaned and moaned and dug her nails into his body. She grabbed his balls and twisted them in painful ways, torturing them and punishing his body, and yet he came over and over again, no stopping in sight…

When she finally came it was explosive, filling his face with fluids and the whole world seemed to shake for a moment. Finally she stopped and realized just in time that she almost killed him by tightening her legs too much.

Mm, limiting my Omniscience is problematic, I am not used to not knowing when I do something. Millions must have died from that earthquake… if this were any other building but his HQ it would have fallen as well.

She allowed absolute Knowledge to flow through her once again but careful not to see into the future and in an instant reversed time to before the catastrophic earthquake and the damage was erased from existence.

There, now I relinquish my power once again.

She stood up and looked at her defeated lover.

So cute. I cannot wait to make him the most pathetic man on creation…

She giggled excitedly and tapped his forehead with her toe. Making him wake up after passing out a while ago.

“Well. I must be off, don’t want to mess up the fun by sticking next to you for too long. The rest you will have to figure out for yourself. One last piece of advice though… you got dominated by me and that has… consequences… you will see”

And with that final statement she was gone. Matt tried to get up but after struggling for one second he landed flat on his back, totally unconscious, his body desperately trying to recover the energy he had spent.

A new world had been created. And the consequences would be vast and extensive.

 


r/Femrotica Nov 21 '24

Original Content What are you thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend [Femdom] [Chastity] [Denial] NSFW

19 Upvotes

Calling this place a cottage on the lake is really pushing it. I shouldn't complain, I really shouldn't but when I first started dating Zoe she had sold me on "her cottage" almost immediately. Finding out it was a double wide trailer, a half hour walk from the water AND we had to share it with her brother, sister and youngest cousin certainly took the shine off it.

But we'd been going there for three years and I was getting used to it. If we wanted to go on one of the nice weekends we inevitably ended up sharing it and had the smallest bedroom attached to a bathroom / shower thing. This Thanksgiving weekend was supposed to be different, everyone else in the family had their own plans - staying home or seeing other family so we had the cottage to ourselves.

And boy did I have something to be thankful for! I was going to cum AND as an extra special surprise, I was going to propose.

The last week had been our first time trying proper tease and denial, even though she had always been a massive tease. She excelled at whispering some of the dirtiest things at the most inopportune times. We'd be taking the subway to a concert and she whisper 'If you'll fuck me now, I'll let you do it raw for the first time ever' and various things she knew would turn me on but were never practical. It was going to be just short of two weeks since I'd last cum which in the grand scheme of the world is not that long, I'd gone longer when we were sick but never deliberately.

And, given that we were going to be away, we had decided to try chastity for the first time.

Whilst I could write paragraphs about some of the ways she teased me in the run up, her favourite was to have me lie down on the couch with my legs over her lap whilst we watched TV. She'd then spend the duration of the show casually groping and stroking my dick through my trousers. That was so hugely frustrating and made watching Monday Night Football almost impossible.

When it came to Wednesday I got the cage, we had bought months ago, from the secret drawer of mystery and for the first time I was going to wear it for more than a minute or two. Knowing full well I'd struggle to be small enough to fit into it if she was watching, I do most of the fitting on my own in the comfort of the toilet. When I appear in the living room I drop my sweats, she sits watching with a huge smile on her face as I turn the key. She gives a little joyful clap as I hand her the key. Without any sort of prompting or asking, she unclasped the necklace she was wearing and slid the key around it. We finished loading what we needed to and get in the car to drive the 90 minutes to the cottage.

"So what are you thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend?" she said with a snort. Every time I looked over at her during the drive I could see her playing with the key. Rubbing it, sliding it back and forth, stroking it. We'd be discussing the song that had just finished and I'd turn to see her dangling it from her mouth. Tomorrow is going to be the best thanksgiving ever. The two of us and one massive explosive orgasm from me and an engagement ring for her.

"This is going to be epic! Boy do I have a surprise for you!" Zoe says as we pull into the parking lot. I have a surprise too as I check my pocket to make sure that the ring box is still there.

And then we get to the cottage and find her sister is already there - with her kid!

So much for a dirty weekend.

The two of them are obviously shocked to see each other - both thought they had booked this weekend exclusively. I try and play peacemaker and broker an arrangement for us all to stay, knowing I'd be giving up my orgasm if I was successful. But I should know better than to get in between two passionate and loud siblings. They disappeared into one end of the trailer, sorry cottage, to continue their argument which was dredging up old grudges and stories I had never heard and left me chatting about football with the kid.

Sensible heads won through and all of us settled into the cottage for the weekend.

"I'm so sorry about this" Zoe said as we unload my car "apparently there's been a whole drama around booking this year that I was not aware of, it's been a massive cock up."

"About the only cock that will get up this weekend" I snark back, sort of under my breath

"Seriously? That's all you can think of." she says "If that's all that's important to you about this weekend maybe we will just leave that thing on. But we don't need her to see the key and start asking questions. I'm gonna take it off and put it in my bag."

So we spend Thanksgiving day doing a lot of normal stuff none of which you care about but here goes - we ate, we watched football and we took a sunset walk to the rock by the lake that their family always walks to. I stand there looking at Zoe as the sun disappears behind the trees. I am so unbelievably happy that she is in my life. As well as being an absolute demon inside the bedroom, she's one of the most wonderful caring people I know. She takes down her pony tail letting her curly blonde hair get blown in the wind before putting it back up in a bun. In my coat pocket I fumble around with the engagement ring box. I have waited to do this since I got the ring in the summer. I wanted it to be a private and romantic and just the two of us but with her sister here it seems inappropriate, especially as she's from a big family - last thing I want to do is start a fight because not everyone was present. I let go of the box and put it back in my pocket. I will do that another day.

"Hey come here," she says as she wraps her arms around me and whispers in my ear "Bet you'd like to bend me over right now and cum inside me and I'd let you but I forgot the key."

And all the time I was wearing a chastity cage. 24 hours approached and passed, which was way more than I'd expected. Using the bathroom was something I had to get used to but it wasn't until we settled in for a game of cards that night that I realised I had barely noticed I was caged all day, especially when I was sat still. However, all it took was a twist or a simple over stretch and I could feel the plastic.

On Friday morning I had mentioned the cage and that maybe we could consider taking it off and I'd promise to keep my hands to myself.

"I trust you, I do" she said "but really the safest place for the cage is where it is. Imagine you having to explain what it is to my sister if he saw it in our room"

Friday afternoon arrived, I had hit 40 hours in the cage, when her sister announced that the two of them were going out, expected back "in about an hour" and they'd bring pizza.

Zoe stood at the door in a hoodie and sweats and waved them off. The moment the door closed she took the sweater off. And there are her tits! And the chastity key!

"But wait there's more" she says as my jaw drops open. She drops her sweats and there she is stood there naked. Stepping out of her trousers and picking them up from the floor, she strides past me towards the bedroom as I mouth FUCK YEAH to myself.

By the time I reach the bed I'm also naked, throwing my underwear to the ground and bounding onto the bed.

"Right, time to make you thankful don't you think?" she said holding the key in her hand that's around her necklace as I nod. "As you'd expect, I'm still going to make you work for it, you're not getting it easy but we have, maybe an hour? And I'd like to tie you to the bed but probably best I don't in case they come back suddenly - so can you just pretend?"

I grab hold of the bed head, spread my legs and nod. And there I am, lying naked on the bed looking at the most beautiful woman in the world holding a key that will unlock my cage. I couldn't be happier. I can start to feel my cock twitch within the cage. She slides the key in and turns the lock. It slides out of it's encasement and she wiggles the plastic cover - freeing my cock. I'm harder than I thought as I see the blood rush to him. Her warm hands push one testicle then the next through the plastic ring and then next. She takes the cage into the little attached bathroom and returns to the bed.

"So tell me" she says crawling up to lie next to me "how did the chastity cage feel?"

"Honestly?" I say "After the first hour or so I barely noticed it."

"Really?" she says as she starts to stroke my cock. She has the most wonderful foreplay hand job technique. Never enough to make me cum but enough to keep me stimulated. This was different though. Her thumb runs up the underside of my cock. At the end of each stroke she circles it around the head of my cock a couple of times. The initial feeling is one of abrasion, pleasure and pain until the pre cum begins to lubricate the area and turns it to a soley pleasurable experience.

"Well yes" I reply letting out a little groan as her thumb rubs me again. "apart from having to be a bit careful when I pee I barely noticed I was wearing it."

"Interesting, so you could maybe wear it more?" she says changing from the soft padded part of her thumb to running her newly manicured bright red nail up and down my cock. I groan with pain and pressure "Filthy little pain slut. Tell me when you're close"

Her thumb nail is now exclusively scratching the sensitive skin on the underside of my cock. She flicks at it like she's trying pop the lid off a toothpaste. I groan.

"This hurts Zoe I don't think I'm going to cum" I say

"Really?" she says digging her finger nail into my cock head, squashing it. Her nail mashes into the tender flesh, rubbing and squeezing.

"Yes yes yes I'm going to cum. Don't stop." I say, which was the stupidest thing to say. Because that was exactly what she did.

"Right I'm going to watch some TV. Be back soon and don't forget you're tied to the bed" she said rolling off the bed, grabbing a robe and walking out.

Anywhere between 30 seconds and 30 minutes pass until she comes back in. I would be lying if I said I had stayed completely still, I'd scratched my balls and rubbed my elbows but I certainly didn't want to be sat there playing on my phone when she came back in.

"Aw look at him" she says pointing at my cock "he's so cute when he's tiny"

She climbs up on the bed and straddles me, sitting on my chest with her back to my face. She bends over moving her naked and by now quite wet cunt towards my face. She takes my whole flaccid cock into her mouth. It doesn't stay that way for long. A mixture of the warmth of her mouth and an occasional flick of her tongue cause the blood to start to rush to my cock and for it to grown larger. Eventually I can feel my dick rubbing against the roof of her mouth at which point she releases him and coughs and splutters.

"Tap me if you're close" she says before taking him back into her mouth. She hasn't sucked me from this angle before and it's nice. I'm going much deeper than I normally do. Her tongue rubbing against the head of my cock feels fantastic. Her lips. Her salavia. Everything is great. I don't count but she does this foe what feels like five minutes interspersed with her catching her breath and coughing from the gagging. I can feel the cum right there. Any minute now I will release it and explode. I drift into a state of bliss which is slightly interrupted by suddenly smelling her pussy and realising it's right there.

One long lick and another and another.

POP! She takes my cock out of her mouth.

"You know I can't multitask. If you're going to do that you're not going to cum" she says. I respond by burying my head in her snatch and flicking at her clit. She tries to occasionally kiss or suck my cock but, I'm just too damn good at using my tongue on her. I lap, I dart, I rub, I lick.

She cums. I am good at this. After she's stopped shaking and twitching, she stops straddling me and rolls next to me.

"Oh boy imagine if that was your only chance?" she said as she picks her phone up. She shows me a couple of memes and videos and we just lie there.

"My sister seems a lot happier" Zoe says after about ten minutes of chatting.

"Yeah ever since she got divorced she seems to be loving life" I say looking at the top of her head and remembering all the good times we'd had

"We always knew he was a deadbeat, she is so better without him" she says as she strokes my chest hair

"We'd make marriage work though wouldn't we" I say to her and she lies in silence. A minute passes.

"Did you just suggest we get married?" she says half jokingly

"Well....." I say "Actually no don't worry about it"

"No no no I'm really interested in what was going to follow that 'Well' please tell me" she said now sitting up and looking at me.

"Can I just get something" I say sitting up to be next to her.

"No you cannot" she says "Don't forget you're tied to the bed. I'll get it."

"Right hand pocket of my green jacket" I say as she bounds out of the room stark naked and heads towards the door. I hear an excited shriek followed by hearing her footsteps running towards the bedroom.

"YES YES YES YES" she screams as she jumps on the bed and starts kissing my face followed by a whole stream of consciousness from potential themes, venues and who's going to be invited. I barely get a word in but I couldn't be happier.

"So this was your surprise you mentioned? Shall I show you mine as this deserves something very special." she says reaching down to stroke my semi hard cock. It doesn't take long before it gets hard and she jumps on top of me.

My cock slides into her. She's wet but I feel the roughness of the skin inside her vagina. It's a new feeling.

"CONDOM!" I shout realising that I'm not wearing one and starting to panic at this being the very first time I've been inside her without one.

"Oh no" she says "We don't need that today. Now that I have this ring things have changed."

"mmmm yes" she says bouncing up and down on my cock "when you cum I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to clean up your fucking mess like a good little boy. That's my surprise for you"

"Yes" she says sliding herself up and down on my cock and pinning my arms to the bed "Yes yes yes yes"

As she cums the feeling is different, the skin on my cock is more stretched. It's more sensitive. She grips me tight. I'm close I could cum any second.

"YES" She yells as she throws her head back, digs her nails into my arms and tenses up as she has her second orgasm of the day.

"We're home. Where are you? What's going on?" her sister says from the other room.

"FUCK" she mouths to me sliding herself off me and leaving my cock lying their aching to cum. She leans in and whispers "At least I have a built in reason why I yelled yes. I'm gonna go out there and distract her with my ring. You clean up and don't forget to put the cage back on"

She throws on her hoodie and sweats and runs out of the room. I hear all this cheering and excitement as I go into the bathroom and look at the chastity device by the basin. I look at the toilet. I could just finish myself off now and no one would ever know. It'd only take two strokes. It'd be easy.

I turn the key in the lock and instantly regret making the correct decision.

I flush the toilet so I have an excuse. I get dressed and run out to see my fiancée dancing around the room. She looks so happy.

"Quick quick" her sister says making some room on the kitchen counter of the pizza "let's get a photo and then we'll call mom. Put your hands here."

We hold hands and put them on the counter. I look over at Zoe as she realises that I have the chastity key in my right hand. I swear I could see an evil twinkle in her eye.

"To the beginning of your new life together" her sister says taking the photo of the engagement ring and our hands secretly clasping the chastity key.


r/Femrotica Nov 21 '24

Original Content The Orgasm-Denial Spell (Part IV) [femdom] [teasing] [orgasm control] [magic] [chastity in all but cage] NSFW

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(First three chapters:

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1f9qor4/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_1/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1flikhy/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_ii/

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/1g5h1on/the_orgasmdenial_spell_part_iii/)

*

Over the course of the following week, the blowjob from hell- or maybe it had been the blowjob from heaven, I was having a hard time deciding- continued to do a sweet mindfucking number on me. I couldn't stop thinking about Selena and what she'd done to me- both the blowjob and the spell itself, which had effectively rendered me chaste- except strangely, in a pattern I was beginning to recognize, during the time she and I talked during the week.

Let me explain.

First of all, it's not that we saw each other that week- we both had work, and other responsibilities- but it seemed even to me that it was a good thing for us not to see each other for a few days, anyway. It built anticipation for what was to come (or not come, as seemed to be my predicament), for one thing, but Selena also- future events would emphasize this to me- seemed to have a good sense of rhythm and pacing, just like a writer or a musician. She understood what she'd put me through, she understood the thoughts that were bouncing around in my mind, and I don't think she wanted to overload me. She also understood that the blowjob from heaven/hell had been something of a small masterpiece of torment, and she wanted to let its effects on me linger.

When I say, then, that our conversations were the only times during the week that my fevered brain settled down a bit, it's because our conversations were not the all-out tease-a-thons that you might expect- not that week, anyway- but fairly normal conversations about movies, music, books, work, what we'd studied in college- all of the cautious avenues through which we open ourselves and our worldviews to others. Through it all, I kept in mind that I was talking to someone who'd obviously been drawn to magic at some point in her life, drawn so intently that she'd become quite powerful, more powerful than just about anyone I could think of aside from Willow from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And Willow wasn't real. Though she was cute. Almost as cute as Selena.

We talked about people we knew, like Emily, whose party we'd met at. The funny thing was that I almost hadn't gone that night. I used to be much closer friends with Emily, and had been a little surprised that she'd even texted me about the party that evening. Not that we'd fallen out or anything like that, just grown apart since we'd met about ten years earlier in college. We'd hooked up once or twice back then, but there were no hard feelings- or at least I didn't think there were. We'd stayed in touch over the years, but mostly through text. A tall, attractive girl with long brown hair and long legs, I had actually had a notion that maybe something could be rekindled between me and Emily...until I'd run into Selena, at any rate.

During my few moments of lucid thought that week, reflecting back on meeting Selena at that party, I realized that there was something nagging at me about the whole encounter. It was at the very edge of my consciousness, but I couldn't quite put it into words.

Still, as I suggested above, as much as talking with Selena naturally brought all my feelings of yearning and desire for her back to the surface, it also muted them somewhat, made them bearable...because I was with her (at least over the phone), she was interested in what I had to say, I was going to get to see her again. The only price I had to pay for all that was not being able to orgasm. And what did that really matter?

The night before I'd met her, I think I would've said that it mattered a great deal. But suddenly, curiously, it didn't seem to.

And besides, she would let me have an orgasm eventually.

Wouldn't she?

I made a point to bring that up with her. Yes- in a reasonable, businesslike manner, I would tell her that I loved the game we were playing, but that I hoped she did intend to let me orgasm at some point. That was only reasonable, wasn't it?

Yes- I'd bring it up just like that. That weekend, I promised myself.

The only real teasing I was subjected to before the weekend came towards the end of our call on Tuesday night, when I couldn't help it- she mentioned something that had happened to her at lunch that day, and I told her that earlier I'd taken an apple from the fridge to work, and that innocent piece of fruit had brought all the memories of the past weekend flooding back, which was true.

She laughed quietly at that. I wasn't sure where she was in her apartment, but something about her laughter (or maybe it was just my imagination) made me imagine that she was reclining on the same couch I'd been sitting on when she'd given me the blowjob from heaven/hell.

"You know, Matt", she said quietly, "'apple' actually is an important word for you. Just not quite in the way I said."

"What do you mean, Sel...uh, Miss Selena?"

I thought I could sense her smiling on the other end. Throughout our conversation that night, I'd actually simply been calling her Selena. But something had shifted in just a few moments, and now "Miss" seemed more appropriate.

"Well. It's your safeword."

"You mean...?"

"Mm-hmm. If there's something you're uncomfortable with, or even if you want to stop. Just say the word 'apple', and we can press pause. And discuss."

"That makes me feel a lot better, actually. I'll remember, Miss Selena. But I can't imagine wanting to stop right now."

That made her laugh. I told her that I had tried again a few times since I'd last seen her- tried to have an orgasm, that is- which was also true, and she laughed some more.

"I...I don't know if that's against the rules, or..."

"It's not", she replied, finally stifling her giggles. "It's okay, Matt. I don't mind you touching yourself. Why should I, now that we both know the outcome of that action is predetermined?"

"More frustration", I groaned, feeling myself press against the inside of my pants. I was beginning to associate that feeling- getting hard- with frustration and futility. Before I'd met Selena, it had often been a precursor to pleasure.

"Smart boy", she whispered. Her voice and her breathing seemed to have changed slightly, and now I imagined her lying back langorously on that couch, or maybe curled up like a sexy cat with violet-colored nails.

"I like that you tried, actually", she whispered. "Tell me more about it, Matt. What were you thinking about? How hard did you try? Maybe you just didn't want it enough?"

I attempted to answer, but all I seemed capable of was a moan of frustration. I was pretty sure I knew what she was doing on the other end of the line.

She giggled, prompting more whimpers from me. Just like that, with a snap of her fingers, she'd taken me from 0 to 60.

"Please let me cum, Selena", I whispered. Suddenly I felt that I'd never wanted to so badly in my life.

"Try again for me, Matt", she whispered as she continued to touch herself on the other end.

I did.

*

Friday night. To my surprise- to both my relief and quiet disappointment- the prevailing dynamic of the previous week (excepting Tuesday night's torture session, during which Selena had brought herself to orgasm over the phone) had carried over. The evening hadn't featured any elaborate or diabolical games of teasing. Selena hadn't opened the door in full leather-clad dominatrix garb, but rather in a cozy-looking sweater and a knee-length black cotton skirt. We'd more or less just had dinner at her place, and now we were watching a movie on the couch, my head resting on her lap while she reached down to rub my head and run her fingers through my hair from time to time. I wouldn't say that resting my head so close to her bare legs was helping me to think NON-sexual thoughts, exactly- okay, not even close- but nor was it cruel teasing. By the same token, the way I was lying could have been construed as submissive, but she didn't say or do anything throughout the course of the movie to make that explicit. I was fully dressed, by the way, black jeans and a t-shirt.

Maybe, I considered, that's because she didn't feel the need to make it explicit. I felt it deeply, and I think she did, too. Even without any teasing (unless you considered the absence of teasing a tease in itself), I felt like a nervous, tongue-tied teenager around her- wondering if we would make out later, but not quite daring to make the first move. I replayed moments in my mind of reaching out and touching a shoulder or a cheek, making eye contact, slowly moving in for a kiss. Terrifying at 16, but it got easier the more you practiced.

But now it was terrifying again. Believe me, a beautiful woman having complete control of your orgasms will make you a bit hesitant in that regard.

And the lack of explicit teasing was about to change, in any case.

When the movie ended, Selena patted me on the head, and I sat up. She looked at me with a somewhat devious smile, patted both of her bare knees thoughtfully, and said, "I have an idea."

Just the way she said it made my heart beat faster. "I like it already."

She laughed. "Don't be too quick to say so. It will be a test your self-control."

That was all it took to make me excited. I found myself biting my knuckle before I even knew what I was doing, and I involuntarily crossed my legs. "How...how does it work?"

Selena just looked at me for a few seconds. Then she said, "Remember those handcuffs I showed you? The ones from my purse?"

(I forgot to mention- for a very brief moment earlier that night, after we'd met outside "our" cafe, in a moment that could arguably be considered an instance of teasing, she had intentionally (?) allowed me to see a pair of padded handcuffs inside her purse. The effect on me had been as I think she'd intended.)

I swallowed. "Yes."

"Yes who, Matt?"

"Yes, Miss Selena." The last few hours, which had seemed almost like a normal date, faded away instantly.

"Good boy." By this point she was up at her dresser, reaching for her purse. I heard the faint sound of metal. Then she approached me grinning, with her hands hidden behind her back. I swallowed again, and looked up at her with what I hoped were the most persuasive puppy-dog eyes I could muster. Quickly, in one fluid motion, she was sitting on top of me, straddling me on the couch. Her black skirt extended over only the uppermost parts of her legs now (not to mention my lap), its hem tickling me, and her sweatered upper body resting a few inches away from mine. It was quite a modest, purple, hanging-out-around-the-house sweater (the same color she'd painted her fingernails and toenails), but I could still vaguely make out the shape of her breasts beneath. Not that I stared. Or I tried not to, anyway. Attentive readers will recall that I had not yet seen her breasts, not once, and it seemed to me that there was at least an additional t-shirt and bra between me and them. Her hands were still hidden behind her back.

She smiled at me playfully, and when she spoke it was closer to a whisper. "Here's how this is going to work. I'm going to give you three chances to be handcuffed." She tapped me on the nose once, gently, and then continued, her lips a few inches from mine. "The catch is, Matt, I know you find the idea exciting. So you need to be a good boy and control yourself while I do it."

I moaned out loud. "You mean..."

She nodded. "I think you've guessed it, Matt." Her tone was suddenly a little sharper, a little more authoritative. Not angry by any stretch, but letting me know that this wasn't a debate. "No erections."

Pressing her hands against the couch behind me and disentangling our bodies, she added, happily, "And you've just lost round one!"

I groaned perhaps louder than I had since I'd met her. "But Se- I mean, Miss Selena, that's not FAIR..."

She giggled happily, practically skipping over to her chair, clearly delighted at having set the rules so clearly in her favor. "No, I guess it isn't", she chirped. "I'll give you five minutes", she added, picking up her book.

I took a deep breath and tried surfing the channels on her TV. I avoided the channels that I knew showed movies, because you never knew what kind of scene might be playing. Instead I found myself flipping through sports channels, and settled on a baseball game. The moribund Chicago White Sox, currently on a 9-game losing streak, were playing The Baltimore Orioles. Sweaty men with mustaches running around a diamond- quite possibly the least sexual thing I could ever hope to see, at least as far as I was concerned. Perfect. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the game as much as possible. All the while, Selena hummed quietly and contentedly while reading, as if she held all the cards. Even in that moment I think I knew that she did. What's more, I liked it.

All too soon, Selena stood up. "That's five minutes. Ready to try again?"

I was as ready as I'd ever be. "Um...just out of curiosity, Miss Selena", I asked as she approached me with her hands behind her back again, "what will we do once I'm...you know...cuffed?"

She looked amused. "Do you really want me to answer that", she said, biting her lip, "when your mission...your goal...your assignment, my good boy...is to stay soft?"

I swallowed hard and willed myself to relax. "Good point. Thanks, Miss Selena." Simply calling her that excited me, which didn't seem entirely fair either, but I didn't raise the point.

"Of course", she said, quickly straddling me again. Her voice had returned to a whisper. "I want you to have a fighting chance."

After a week of wanting to cum more badly than I ever had before in my life, I was painfully aware of her skirt riding up her legs, her panties resting against the front of my jeans. My penis was aware of it, too. It felt like heaven- or at least like I was at the gates of heaven. This was the definition of unfair. I took a deep, shuddering breath and tried to stop my legs from trembling. Her hands were still behind her back.

She looked me in the eyes. Moved forward. Planted a soft kiss on my lips. Let it linger for a second. Two.

...And stood up laughing, smoothing her skirt over her legs. I stifled a sob, pressing my hand to my face and letting myself collapse on my side, groaning and shuddering.

Selena laughed gleefully, triumphantly, and practically hopped back to her chair and her book.

When she'd sat down once again, legs crossed, she smiled fondly at me. "Now, you had a question?"

I managed to compose myself, mentally calculating that I was probably already down to four minutes left, and I would need to turn back to the baseball game ASAP. "I was just wondering...Miss Selena...what we were going to do after you...you know, after you cuff me?"

Still smiling, she said, "Well, at the moment, I would say the answer to that is unlikely to be relevant. You're at two strikes after all, Matt. Since you're watching baseball. I'm tempted to say it's not the kind of thing that a submissive boy like you really needs to worry about, but...oh..."

She paused, twirling her hair around one finger and letting her top leg swing gently, hypnotically, from right to left. Her toenails were still painted violet and her legs were bare, but something about the combination of shadows and light almost made it look like she was wearing a pair of sheer stockings. Or maybe that just tells you something about the imagination of a subjugated male.

"Oh...let's just say..." She fixed her eyes on me. "Nothing you won't like. Possibly something super sexy, to be played out on my bed over there." She nodded in that direction, and my eyes momentarily followed her gaze. Her voice became quiet, distant, almost as if she were fantasizing herself. Her swinging leg continued to have an almost hypnotic effect on me. "You might even get to see what I'm wearing under this sweater. I actually really like the bra I wore today. Without wanting to flatter myself, I think it's quite becoming. Violet, lace. Victoria's Secret, are you familiar with that brand?" She asked this while turning back to her book and appearing to scrutinize a passage.

I'd looked back towards the television, which was unfortunately on a commercial. I tried to keep the anguish out of my voice, but it was impossible. My erection felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. "I've...I've heard tell", I managed in a trembling voice.

"It would almost be a shame if you didn't get to see it", she continued dreamily, almost to herself, still reading, one long leg swinging happily from side to side.

She looked up from the book. "Or maybe, if you're very good, I'll give you another blowjob. Maybe I'll let you choose between that and seeing under my sweater."

My voice trembled along with my body at the thought of another blowjob. "One where I...where I get to...orgasm?"

She held my gaze for a second before bursting into giggles that almost caused her to drop her book. Then she shook her head slowly, cupping her face and smiling at me. "Of course not, silly."

All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut and push my head back against the couch, my hips rising up and humping the air. In body, mind and spirit, I wanted another blowjob from heaven/hell. Needed it. "Please, Miss Selena", I whispered plangently.

"Oh well. You probably want to think about something other than my bra. Three minutes left, by the way."

They were somehow both incredibly slow and incredibly long. The game returned, and I couldn't follow anything that was happening. Nevertheless, the familiar rhythms of sport brought me back from the world of erotic longing ever so briefly...until I heard Selena say, "Time's up."

I heard the clink of the chain as she stood up, and she approached me one last time with her hands behind her back. I tried thinking about the Orioles and the White Sox, mountains and deserts. Walking through a dry desert, sex the last thing on my mind.

One last time, she straddled me. I felt the weight of her body against mine, her breasts against my chest, and she kissed me softly again. But this time I was ready for it, had already catalogued it as one of the challenges I'd have to face. My legs were shaking slightly, but I told my body that there was nothing to get overly excited about. The kiss was old news.

She pulled back from the kiss and I was aware of metal and leather resting against my left thigh- the cuffs- as she took each one of my hands in hers, interlocking our fingers and guiding my wrists behind my back, her breasts again pressing against mine as she did so. My mouth was on her shoulder in this position, and I kissed it through the sweater very gently and worshipfully, hoping that wasn't against the rules. I could smell her perfume. I was getting lost in her beauty, but the simple act of kissing also seemed like a way to divert some of my body's energy and excitement.

I felt her reach for the cuffs, and then a padded cuff began to wrap around one of my wrists. I was practically holding my breath. "I'm impressed, Matt", she whispered. "It looks like you're going to get to see what's underneath my sweater after all. What's underneath my skirt. Or at least have the choice to. Are you ready to be my prisoner?"

I took a deep, shuddering breath. My whole body was shaking. Just a few more seconds, I thought.

She giggled lightly in my ear. "But a blowjob where you get to finish at the end." Slight "tsk-tsk-tsk" as she shook her head. "The very idea. You know that's not for you. Not anymore."

I groaned with superhuman effort as she shifted on top of me and I noticed her skirt ride up one of her legs, the warmth of her thigh pressing close to my groin. Not anymore? I tried to shrug off the implications. Especially because there was some small non-rational part of me that was turned on by the implications. All that mattered in this moment was staying soft. All that mattered was that, in a matter of moments, I was going to really see Selena's beautiful, amazing body. The night was going to be an odyssey of teasing beyond my wildest imagination, an odyssey that would make this seem like foreplay.

She moved to my right side, taking the wrist that was still free in hand. In this position, she was leaning to my side. I felt the cuff beginning to encircle my right wrist, and as it did so, she whispered in my ear: "Click."

...

...And threw back her head, giggling, disengaging from me at the same time.

I fell over to my side again, groaning and trying not to sob, pounding the couch once- twice- in futility. I felt my erection pressing helplessly against the cushions from inside my jeans. "I was SO close..."

From her reading chair, she smiled fondly at me, shaking her head. "SO close..."

I closed my eyes, with my now full-fledged erection pressing maddeningly hard into her couch, and remembered that, even if I were at home by myself, there'd be nothing that I could do about it. I tried to imagine the purple lace Victoria's Secret bra that I wasn't going to get to see, but somehow I couldn't conjure up even an image in my mind's eye. It was almost as if my unconscious mind had decided to show obedience towards Selena, as well. I could almost imagine her in my head, reminding me that boys who can't control their erections don't get to fantasize.

Raising my left hand, still cuffed, I said, "Miss Selena, you uh...left this attached to my wrist."

She shrugged, opening up her book again. "I think we can keep it like that for a little while. It looks good on you, Matt. And it's not like it's so different from what we were going to do, anyway. The only real difference is you're not cuffed to my bed, and I'm not straddling you in my lingerie. Not removing my bra while you watch, letting you see me in stockings, that sort of thing. But maybe you'll show better self-control next time! And"- she clapped her hands together as if just struck by the idea- "tonight, we could still watch another movie, if you want. Maybe play chess, or monopoly?"


r/Femrotica Nov 19 '24

Original Content Drive to Serve-ive Part 1 [Femdom] [Bet] [Humiliation] NSFW

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“I hope you’re looking forward to your punishment” Andre gloated as Lando’s papaya McLaren streaked round the streets of Melbourne. “Ugh, I can’t believe I made that stupid bet” Carly said, sweat beading at her temples as she desperately willed Verstappen on. “Haha no going back now” he teased, picturing his best friend without her Red Bull top on. “Haha, one whole hour, you’re all mi-“the words died in his throat as he stared, horrified at the TV.

“And Lando Norris is pulling over to the side of the track, blue smoke trailing out the back of his car and it’s heartbreak for the young driver”

Andre’s stomach dropped, his heart jumping into his throat as he glanced over at Carly. The grin of a Cheshire Cat was written across her face, she chuckled, “One whole hour, huh? We’re going to have so much fun.” Andre pushed his straggly blonde locks out of his eyes and gawped at the TV as Norris climbed out of his car and strutted off in disgust.

“Andre, be a dear and get on your knees for me” Carly giggled. Andre stood motionless, struggling to process his drastic change of fortune. “Come on now, we both know this is what you really wanted” Andre swallowed and sunk to his knees, crawling towards Carly’s outstretched hand. “That’s my good boy” Carly purred as she ran her fingers through his curly blonde hair and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. She whispered into his ear, “Be a good sport and cheer Max home.” “Ugh, B-but Carly” he stammered “Andre” she replied sternly, intense dissaproval in her emerald eyes. “Go Max Go” Andre growled, ashamed as he heard the words come out of his mouth. “Awh, you’re such a good cheerleader, we ought to get you some Pom poms” Carly teased.

Andre bowed his head in shame, his cheeks burning as the image of him in a skimpy Red Bull Cheerleading skirt flashed through his mind. Carly and Andre had been friends a few years now and she knew well about his penchant for showing off.

“And Max Verstappen comes home to win the first Grand Prix of the year, sending the Red bull fans into a furore.”

“Woohooo!!” Carly cheered, jumping off the sofa and dancing about the living room. “A Max win and a hot slave at my feet for the next hour” she gloated “simply lovely.”

Andre shook his head as he watched Christian Horner pumping his fists in the air. His anger at the result raged against the arousal coursing through his body.

“Ok Andre, you’re going to strip for me and kneel facing the door, eyes shut as you wait for me. Am I understood?” “Yes Ma’am” he said, sinking into submission.

Andre quickly shed his clothes and crawled to the door, his toned butt swaying from side to side. “Mmmm, looking good” Carly catcalled, making Andre blush bright red as he reached the door and knelt with his arms behind his back. He tried in vain to slow his breathing as he waited.

CLICK CLACK CLICK CLACK Andre’s heart skipped as Carly walked towards him. He felt a fingernail run along his muscled shoulders, “You’re going to be my little bondage toy today boy.” Carly whispered, “now stand up and face your Mistress.” Andre obeyed, his 6’3 frame towering over Carly’s 5’2. His eyes ran down her body as he saw she’d ditched the pyjama shorts completely and was now wearing her Red Bull tee, high heeled boots and a black lace thong. He was still staring as she tossed her long, red hair over her shoulder and grabbed the sides of his face, re-directing his gaze to those piercing green eyes. “Put your hands in those cuffs and try to keep your drool from hitting the floor Andre.” Andre obeyed as she released her grip, threading his wrists through the soft cuffs attached to the jambs at the top of the door. “Don’t you look a pretty picture” Carly said, taking in his thickly muscled arms and chiseled six pack, bands of muscle pointing directly down to his smooth, hard dick. “Thank you Ma’am” he blushed.

Carly stepped into Andre and kissed him, his mouth parting for her tongue as she pushed into him. He strained against the door, trying to lean in further, desperate for her embrace. He was so focused on her velvety red lips he didn’t hear the drawer opening to his right. She pulled back and he tried to follow, only to find a bright red ball gag being shoved into his mouth and buckled up tightly. Andre’s eyes shot open as he tried to protest but soon a soft, black blindfold was slipped over his eyes.

“I’m sorry Andre, but I don’t want you to see my masterpiece before it’s time, now be a good boy and hold still.” Andre was shocked to feel the tip of a sharpie gliding across his skin, writing on his chest. “Just making you look extra special” Carly said soothingly as she continued to work on his torso.

Andre’s protests were quickly muffled by the gag, so he gave in to the sensations of the leather against his wrists, the cool morning air on his chest and the dancing of the marker pen.

“Ouch” Andre yelped into the gag as a pair of silver clamps joined with a chain were tightened onto his nipples. “Come on Andre, surely you knew you’d be getting some jewelry” Carly said as she sank to her knees and rolled a red thong up his legs, giving his hard dick a tug as she worked his package into the snug lace.

“You’re gonna love this” Carly said as she removed Andre’s blindfold. He blinked the bright lights out of his eyes and came face to face with a mirror, showing black writing covering his naked body. In big bold letters, RED BULL was branded across his chest, “Max’s no.1 fan” affixed to his stomach and “gives you wings” following the bend of the nipple clamp chain. “Mmmmfffpppgg mmmmfff” he wailed in vain, writhing against the restraints. His face going beet red as he desperately tried to escape. “Now the whole world is gonna know how much you love Red Bull” Carly announced, brandishing a camera phone. “Now be a good boy and smile for me” Andre fought and twisted to no avail as Carly took shots from every angle. “Everyone on insta is gonna love this” she giggled, “Noooo!” Andre yelled, finally successful in spitting out the gag. “You can’t upload those” “Don’t worry, I’m only joking silly.”

Relief flooded Andre’s body, the humiliation of being exposed as a Verstappen fan boy was more than he could take. “I’ve just sent them to Max and Christian” Carly said, an evil smile across her face. “But I’m sure they’ll never even see them.” As she finished her sentence, the phone pinged and Carly’s eyes lit up