My first femdom fantasy come true (part 1) | 2016

UPDATED - FULL STORY [23f/30m]

“I’ll try everything at least once.”

I've always had an affinity for indulging my wildest fantasies. But until now I’ve only imagined what it would be like to be in complete and utter control of someone; until last week I’d only been the wild card in a deck of fun, yet fairly normal sex. Other than walks in the parks – literally (see one of my old posts), I’ve been uninitiated in the art of kinky sex on steroids.

I have to give you a bit of back story: my dating life is a mess - messier than Trump’s candidacy or an infant trying to eat soup. I just can’t form long-lasting relationships. But I love sex, and plenty of it, whenever possible. However, I’m very careful about choosing my lover for the night: I like them fit, tall, handsome and with a burning desire deep inside them.

Introducing: Mr B(L)ond. We’ve been friends for some time, and although we’ve teased each other in the past, we never got to that sweet, painstaking point of no return. Recently getting in touch again, I said to myself ‘oh to Hell with it, I’m gonna do it’! And do I did. HARD.

My lovely mischievous companion is a true master in the darkest corners of human pleasure. He’s done it all – from golden showers to threesomes and bondage. The catch here is that he’s always been the one in control, the one teasing women until they begged for more, the one turning them into his own personal fucking dolls – the Mina to his Dracula. Becoming increasingly bored of always giving orders, this handsome man asked me to walk in his shoes; and implicitly, walk all over him. It didn’t take me long to agree and we set the date: he would come to my place after work, and be under my relentless control.

The entire week in preparation I started assuming my role of dominatrix. He wasn’t allowed to play with himself without my permission, wasn’t allowed to watch porn and most importantly, he wasn’t allowed to speak unasked. Every day at lunchtime he had to send me a photo of his cock while stroking it only for one minute – enough to make him go mad with yearning. This game of teasing was turning me on more than anything I’d ever done!

When the day came, Mr B was under strict orders to come to my place at 8pm sharp. Any delay would automatically mean punishment, so he knew better than to stir up my wrath. At that point nothing would’ve turned me on more than walking my high heels all over his sculpted muscular body.

At 8PM my doorbell rang. I was wearing a black satin corset with matching lace garter, panties and stocking, covered only by a see-through silky negligée. My hair was carefully tied in a controlled bun, my eyes gleaming with a dark desire and my lips red like the sins I would shamelessly devour soon.

I welcomed him in. He greeted me: “Hello, Miss” and showcased his cheeky boyish smile. I smiled back, and then as I closed the door I slapped him across his butt cheeks. “I didn’t say you could talk”, I said. A primordial wickedness took over his playful smile and he stepped into my bedroom knowing I’m not going to waste one second with pleasantries.

I circled him like a lioness circles her prey, my eyes undressing his every last inhibition. Sitting on the bed, I told him to start getting undressed. His charcoal grey suit jacket dropped to the floor as I gently lifted my leg on the bed giving him a reason to continue. ”Don’t look at me!”I said, while signalling him to start unzipping his trousers. One by one his clothes started falling like a domino masterpiece during earthquake. For in that moment I was his Earthquake, destabilising his instincts, crushing them bit by bit.

As he got down to his pants, I could see how happy he was to see me: thick, hard, lips-licking delicious. I told him to turn around, and like a good boy he obeyed. Gently, he started undressing himself of the last piece of fabric standing between him and my frolicsome demise.

”Let me see you” I commanded. I could see his breath getting heavier and heavier; his pulse was rising faster than that of a prisoner’s on death row. Anticipation has always been my biggest enemy, I could’ve fucked him right there and then. But assuming my role as first-time dominatrix, I kept my calm. I asked him to kneel beside me and I gently placed my leg on his shoulder. ”Take it off”, I said gesturing towards my stocking. As soon as the words left my lips, he greedily placed his hands on my thigh, unfastening my garter. Breathing intensifying, he started rolling the sheerness of the fabric off my skin, unwrapping me like a long-awaited Christmas present. ”Now the other one… with your teeth” I whispered, trying to contain the tingling sensation between my legs. He struggled to take it off, but as he succeeded I was ready to reward him.

”Look at me.” His eyes met mine and the role I had taken on was feeling stronger within me than ever. ”What are you?” I asked. ”I’m your slave, miss.” He sheepishly whispered. ”And what do you want?”I encouraged. ”To please you, miss.”

With his satisfactory reply I spread-eagled my legs as he kneeled in front of me. ”Come closer”, I teased, “Kiss my inner thighs, and don’t you dare touch my pussy!” His lips on my soft skin were driving me crazy, every cell of my body needing to be fucked ruthlessly.

”Stand up, you don’t deserve it yet.” I told him. ”Start stoking your cock, I want to watch” I added, while taking off my panties. Obeying like a good boy he started rubbing his thick, while his eyes were following me to my drawer of toys. I took a vibrating dildo out and made myself comfortable on my bed. Looking at my own personal solo porn show, I smiled at him while teasingly licking my toy. ”You got me really wet, but not wet enough. Slap your cock.” I said as I stuck the tip of the toy between my red lips. He slapped his thick and winced from a mixture of pain, confusion and pleasure. ”Again, harder!” I asked him, as I started trailing the toy downwards, closer to my pulsating wet pussy. He groaned deeply as he slapped it harder, making me moan confidently. ”Uhmm… Good boy. Now stroke that cock and watch me fuck myself” His penis was turning an intense shade of light purple, every vein on it needing to be licked and his abused tip sucked properly. I put the toy on vibration and started rubbing it on my clit; I could see him fighting the urge to break his role as a slave and devour the dripping wet pussy of his mistress. After getting my juices all over the dildo, I pushed it inside me, sliding with promise. Biting his lip, he whispered: ”You’re so fucking hot. Please, can I fuck you?” I smiled, but not before realising he needed to be punished.

”Come here. Fuck me…. With the toy.” I knew this would drive him abso-fucking-lutely mad, being so close to my dripping juices and not being able to quench his thirst. Greedily he took hold of the dildo and started pushing it inside me, anxiously circling it in and out of me. I asked him to lie next to me, spreading my legs wider so he can please me better. I placed my hand on his manly stubble and looked into his eyes, my lips parted as he stuck the toy deeper inside me. My lips were so close to his that I could feel his breath condensing on the tip of my tongue. He put the toy away and replaced it with his fingers, his cock growing thicker against my leg. With a precision I never knew I had, I jumped on top of him, holding both his arms next to his head. ”Did I say you could touch me, slave?” I yelled.

”No, miss. I’m sorry, miss.” The look in his eyes broke me, yet gave me reassurance in my role. I was now convinced that he was mine to do as I pleased. I bent over closer to his face and spat on his lips. ”Never disobey me again, you filthy little whore” I threatened, grabbing his face, twisting his former smile into a distorted groan of pleasure.

”Good. Good… Now I want to have some fun.” I smirked, leaning over to the side of the bed and grabbing a silk scarf. Artfully restraining his wrists behind his head, I started gently kissing his face like a bipolar crack whore needing another hit. Trailing my lips lower, I went past his collar bone, down his pecks, biting his nipples, tasting every inch of his abs, absorbing the scent of testosterone mixed with humiliation and sweet desire. Looking up at him, I took my breasts out from the corset’s cups and let them explore his cock tactfully. My every touch made him wince; the unknown and the expectation were dancing on the tip of my tongue as I licked his cock from the base up to the head. I thought he would explode right there as I wrapped my lips around his juicy thick and took him deeper inside my mouth. Feeling him pulsating dangerously, I took it out of my mouth and slapped it hard. He was borderline delirious as I pushed him back down and got on top of him. I placed my wet pussy on his agonising cock and started rubbing myself on it, pushing us both closer to utter ecstasy.

I lifted myself higher, passing his chest and landing on his face like a nuclear weapon on an unfortunate target. He could barely help himself from not tearing the very skin from between my legs, desire consuming him as he sunk his tongue deep inside me. While fucking me with his sharp, yet mute tongue, I made sure I was his only universe right then; breathing me, eating me, loving me, hating me, existing only for that moment. Feeling increasingly wet, I stood up and ordered him to do get on his hands and knees. I wanted to admire my piece of work; this shadow of the dom he was used to be, now tables turning and breaking on his head. I wanted to make him go to a deeper corner of his shell, unleash his inner animal. Circling him once more like a predator, I placed my high heel on the side of his thigh; applying more and more pressure, I could see his skin struggling to win this battle. ”You’re a good boy. I like having you as my slut” I said, as I lifted my hand and slapped his naked buttocks as hard as I could. Kneeling beside him, I reached for his cock as my other arm struck once more. I grabbed his thick and started stroking violently, while continuing my assault on his ass. Moving my hand towards his swollen balls, I squeezed them mercilessly, as my other hand caressed his red buttocks. His balls vulnerable at my mercy, I trailed my finger between his cheeks and stuck my finger inside him. He groaned louder than before, so I slapped his cock, my hand hurting slightly from how hard he was. I got up, sat on the bed and knew I was ready to be fucked in the worst way.

”Come here”, I ordered, ”You’ve been a good boy. You may fuck me now.” With a nearly shocked expression in his eyes, he got up faster than I could finish muttering the words. His hunger had reached its peak; I needed no warning when he stuck all of his thick cock inside me, feeling him deep within. Wrapping my legs around him, he avidly filled me with his abused dick. My stiletto nails were scratching his back, his breath heavy on my neck, his skin breaking from the brutal attack of my fingertips. I could feel him growing deeper inside me, exploring every millimetre of his long-awaited reward. Thrusting deeper and more violently, my pussy was getting a fraction of the abuse I had given his cock, yet the same insane, intense, all-consuming pleasure.

I needed it with every breath, he wanted it more than anything else; both fucking each other like animals, screwing away every rule, every passing thought and simply giving in to the moment. His cock was claiming me, my cunt possessing him like a demon from beyond the underworld. His weight crushing me, his cock sliding deliciously in and out of me as he gave in. He poured all the cum he has accumulated during my punishment deep inside me, rewarding me, flooding my pussy with his sweet juice, making me shiver as I nearly ripped the skin from his back.

Barely catching my breath, I wrapped my arms around him, cradling him like the good boy he had been.

Having recenly acquired the taste for complete control, I'm keen on experimenting more and strip down of any inhibition. New stories to follow. If you have any ideas of what else I should try, do let me know.

xox Freya.