An intro to femdom story

I’ve posted this to other sites, it is a true story. Time to tell a tale of gentle femdom. I’m not an artist so I can’t draw it out, but I’ll try and describe my(our) introduction to the lifestyle as best as I can, enough likes and I’ll tell you more, and there is more. Let me take you back 15 years ago when my wife and I were first married.We were in our early 30s and had a pretty standard sex life, although I will admit to being a bit more adventurous than was was. Let’s be honest, I was(and still am) one big sexually sensitive nerve ending. I love being touched, kissed, teased, fondled etc. One evening we were lying in bed and it had been a long day and I was sore and exhausted. Cindy asked me if I wanted my back rubbed. I chuckled and said something like “duh” but assured her that she didn’t have to that for me. “I don’t mind, roll over.” She said, smiling. I rolled over onto me stomach. It was during warmer weather and was only wearing my briefs. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around my pillow. Lying on her side, facing me, her soft and gentle hand started slowly rubbing my back, up at my shoulders at first but then sliding up and down, it relaxed me and more than one groan, a relaxing sigh escaped me. It was even a little sensual when she used just her fingertips instead of her whole hand, more sighs. Then it happened, her hand moved past the waistband of my briefs and slid over one of my cheeks. Almost involuntary a loud moan came out and my hips raised up to meet her hand, wanting more. Then she giggled and quickly moved her hand to the other cheek and gave a squeeze. I lost it. I shoved my face into the pillow and groaned loudly and probably turned a little red from embarrassment. She actually laughed. “I guess you do like that.” All I could do was nod my head yes as it was buried in the pillow. “Good.” She whispered and moved her hand back up to the waistband and ran her hand, very slowly, down the middle of my my backside, over the fabric. I literally couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs and raising up my hips again. Her fingers moved closer to my hole and I just started moaning. I turned my head and she was right there to kiss me, long, deep and passionate. Groans built in my throat and as her fingers moved over my hole I shuddered as she shoved her tongue deeper and laughed at the same time. I lost it. I was so hard it felt like my cock was going to put a hole in the bed, it was a little uncomfortable to be honest. I tried to raise up even more to give myself room. Cindy broke the kiss much to my disappointment(her kissing skills are unmatched). “Aww, are you having a hard time?” She said and we both started laughing. At this point I’m breathless, a little confused and my body is on fire from what this woman’s one hand is doing to me. “Yeah, just a little.” As she whispers poor baby, her hand slides under the waistband of my underwear and she starts rubbing all over, even playing with my hole with her fingertips. I managed to take my shaking hands from the pillow and removed my briefs. Of course this caused her to chuckle again and muttered something like, you’re funny. So at this point I’m basically a quivering, moaning, squirming, groaning mass of putty. After what seemed like not enough time, she told me to roll over and she would take care of me. I did as told and she finished me with a handjob with the occasional testicle squeeze and hole touching, all while kissing me, I tried to touch her back at one point but she moved my hand away. Needless to say I had one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had. So began our travels and experimentation in gentle femdom. I hope you enjoyed the story.

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