Two True Femdom Stories

Me: typical guy Her: thick ass (PAWG), think dick sucking lips, D cups, big blue eyes. Resting bitch face. Rich brat from Jersey.

We were in a relationship and we’re in our twenties. I was nearly always the dominate one bed, but I (we?) liked to switch on occasion.

1

We had just started dating – and it began in a whirlwind – and I flew across the country to visit her. She of my interest in being dommed and my curiosity in trying a buttplug/being pegged.

She dresses in lingerie, don’t remember what, and the beginning is hazy, but my memory clears up during the middle. We are in our bedroom. I am naked, bent over a stool with my hands and ankles tied each to a leg. She stuffed a panty into my mouth. She is spanking me and making me count and thank her for each swat. (“Three, mistress. Thank you, Mistress.)”)

This is fun, and a thrill, and a novelty. I am buzzing. But next she stops. I hear noises and then feel think ice cold goop on my ass hole. She presses the butt plug against my asshole and then slowly pushes it in before gradually but vigorously fucking me with it. I’m electric. My whole body reacts and I squirm and moan (against the gag) in ecstasy. She then stops and barkes “shut up! Face forward! And don’t move!” I immediately comply. She smacks my ass and yells, “got that!?” I reply “yes mistress!” Before she begins fucking me again she mumbles, “Just take it.”

Starting face forward, tied over the stool and mouth full of panty, keeping still, I can’t help but focus on my ass getting fucked.

Each time the plug was rammed up my ass, it became more direct and clear to me, that even though this was for me, she was enjoying it. She was enjoying fucking my ass, specifically the act of fucking my ass. She was using me. I shot right into sub space.

2

She slaps my face, then Orders me to get naked and put on a thong. She next orders my to my knees and to bend over. She shoves a buttplug up my ass and ties my hands behind my back. The orders me to stand up and to get in the closet she makes me sit down before tying my ankle together. She closes the door and calls her mother.

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