I’ll make sure it’s all very up close and personal, and as I type this I can just feel how thick and hot his cock is going to be inside me. The whole time, though, my pleasure is going to be intensified as I look at you, at how slutty and helpless you look, knowing that you will be “cleaning up” quite efficiently in a matter of minutes.
How ironic that all of this is just so I can enjoy feminizing you, dressing you in pink, putting you in frilly lace and then pushing you up against the full-length mirror as I finger your tight asshole and tell you how I’m going to ram my strap on up your pussy.
Does it bother you that I get off on seeing you so humiliated? It’s the angst in your face that makes me so incredibly wet. To see you accepting the foreign, humiliating object in your mouth, knowing that in your mind you know what is next. That you will be forced to enjoy it, to surrender fully to it, to then beg for more because you are so aware of what it does to me.
I am imagining that just an hour previously you were on all fours with your mouth stuffed full of two huge dildos at once. Try not to think about how your ass feels as I recall, smiling, the sounds you made when my cock violated you.
Since my kink of choice was one of the rarest, it was one of the most expensive. I wanted to own a man. To control him. To hurt him. To humiliate him. And to use him for my pleasure. In a society driven by men and the pride of men, this was considered one of the worst crimes against society.
Somehow, somewhere, yes, you are going to be rendered unconscious. And whether I am watching the action live, or having it videotaped for my later amusement, I shall surely be fingering my pussy with absolute delight as you try vainly to resist. It’s so charming when you put up a little bit of a fight.
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How humiliating for you. How humiliating being fucked in the ass while you are in panties and garters and stockings, wearing a bra. Little drops of cum on your face, knowing that any minute now I can start stroking you full and then you'll not be able to resist, and that cum will shoot out all over your face.
I wanted to be sadistic. I wanted to use him, to bind him up so tight that he whimpered with every attempted move. I wanted his eyes to glisten because they were wet with tears, and I wanted to still hold up and push him down even more, because I had the strength and the will and wanted to have him so vulnerable that he would crawl to me, shaking, and wrap his arms around my ankles, sobbing.
When I was very young, I used to actively fantasize about kidnapping and keeping a boy prisoner. This boy might be a made-up character, or the boy sitting across from my in my first grade class.
Even at that young age, I found the thoughts to be more than just idle fantasy. I found something very uniquely intense about the images, which were often elaborate. I knew I was different. But I saw it -- in an abstract way -- like it was a gift. Like I was a sly, sinister, cunning little creature.
et’s see. The more aroused you make me – the more sensual your visit will be. The more flat and uninteresting your shopping visit was, the more I will bring an arsenal designed to deflate your ego and degrade your pride, until I leave you a whimpering, groveling mess. Not much for the rest of your productivity, don’t you agree?
In order to ensure that you make the shopping trip delicious for me, let me give you some advice. First, I highly recommend that you propel your own humiliation into high gear but asking Peggy if you need to “try on” what is in the box. You know she will smile broadly, and you’ll be gazing at her cleavage and probably eying some of the sweet, college-aged help buzzing around, and she’ll assemble a little group of girls – is that a ‘gaggle’? – to take a peek.
Listening to you slurp and slurp and suck on my dick will be what sets me off, what makes me want even more. Your ass, your fine slut ass bent over your desk with your pants pulled down around your ankles. As I fuck your face I’ll tell you about it – I’ll tell you how I am going to ram that slick cock up your ass and make you beg for more.
And the biggest black cock you have ever seen, nestled around my hips in a sweet leather strap on harness. A big cock right in your face. Ready to be sucked.
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.