The night I met Michael I was wearing a short leather skirt and thigh high black patent leather boots. It was a fetish party, and I didn’t want to go in the first place, but CC begged me and she was new at this kind of thing so I agreed. It is rare that I […]
With careful little movements Brad turned toward her as she slowly opened her closet door. What he saw was shoes…shoes everywhere, more shoes than he had ever seen in his life. Boots and boots and more boots – in black and white and beige, leather and latex and wool. Some with heels, some without. Some high, some low. And stiletto heels, some 7 inches, some less. He gasped and said, “Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of shoes.”
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I stick my fingers in his mouth. One. Then two. Then three. Wearing gloves. Black latex gloves. Simply satisfied to watch him fight to keep up with me. Violating his lips unceremoniously. No rhyme or reason. His eyes shut tight as if there were mirrors there (there aren’t).
I am speculating now, but I think submissive men are still, for the most part, sensation-oriented, and the femdom of their dreams, or in their fantasies, is more sensation-driven as well. That is, domination is a series of acts and reactions mostly based on physical, sensual, sexual, erotic things. She does it because it turns her on (the act); he endures it because it turns him on (either the act, or her enjoyment of it, or a combination of both).
Having his legs up, knees bent, ankles strapped in stirrups was even more objectifying and hot. The position was such that his legs were pulled back and up far enough that his ass was pointed up and his hole was visible and accessible to all. Still tight and willing, it sat there as an invitation to all that wanted to violate him - by finger, by tongue, by dildo, or by cock.
I met Dirk on the Internet about 2 months ago. Now, I must admit, he is my total whore. And we have never met. Dirk is my Internet slave, my phone slave. But I have total control over him, and this works for me because my desire is so spontaneous and so outrageous that I […]
For submissive crossdressers or men who enjoy “forced feminization,” there’s a difficult road ahead. Why are so many dominant women put off by forced femme, or men who enjoy being feminized? Why do so many dominant women list it as a hard limit, leaving sissyboys with nowhere to turn but pros? Here’s one woman’s POV, […]
Cracked Good morning my corporate slut, There’s no surprise that I am easily aroused when I know you are absolutely helpless. Unable to cum. Locked in steel chastity. Denied for what must seem like months. When I know that my mere presence puts you in a painful, strained state of tortured denial, my first instict […]
I know you’ve got plenty of experience serving me in front of one of my friends, or serving a girlfriend of mine while I give direction. You’ve even had the pleasure of having a cock both in your ass and in your mouth at the same time, but I bet that memory is almost a blur. You’ve been dual fucked, and you’ve been used by me and a friend. You’ve proven that you are capable of serving two demanding women at once – both orally and anally.