Care to read her version of the events that took place the other night?
Trust me, you do.
When she emailed it to me I was walking down the street and it froze me in my tracks.
I am such a very lucky lucky bastard/slave/man.
UnspeakableAxe
A Story Of Sex, Submission and…wow I can't sum it all up here
Care to read her version of the events that took place the other night?
Trust me, you do.
When she emailed it to me I was walking down the street and it froze me in my tracks.
I am such a very lucky lucky bastard/slave/man.
She has mentioned a few things that she’s always wanted to do but hadn’t yet.
I told her I would do them (of course) and one in particular made me wince but at the same time eager to do it. Eager to be the first, eager to give her something nobody else had. I find myself desperate to make her fantasies come true. Even something that scares me.
Maybe a little bit of it is to prove my adoration, but most of it is to please her, to give her something she hasn’t had yet, to know that she can use me for whatever she wants.
Tonight, one of those things happened.
I was…ok bear with me because this sounds like something out of a porno but then again, so much of what she and I have done sounds like it comes out of a porno. A very high budget, well written porno.
I was in her kitchen, naked, doing the dishes and wearing a collar and a brand new ball-stretcher (2.5 inches). After I finished I asked if I could eat and she offered me some leftovers she had delivered.
“Oh, wait”, she said with a wicked smile, “give me your cock-head”.
I knew what was coming, it was one of those things I had winced about. One of those things she had always wanted to do and now she was going to do it.
She reached among the leftover burger and fries and grabbed a jalapeno pepper, tore out a small chunk of it and slowly slid it inside my urethra so just a small piece was visible.
What happened next was a blur. A very painful blur.
At first I was hard, hard because it felt a little warm but mostly hard because I could see how much it turned her on.
It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and she had a very big smile on her face.
“Do you want it out?”
“Yes!” I stammered
“Then you’ll have to cum it out”.
I had serious doubts if I would be able to or not but the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, jerking this burning piece of flesh between my legs
I was close, I could have came right then but at that moment her best friend came out of the bathroom, she had been dying her hair and came out to see what all the commotion was about.
“God I love coming over to your house!” she exclaimed as she saw me kneeling and jerking off in front of her smiling friend.
“Should I let him come?” my owner asked her best friend
“No”
“Fuck”, I thought. I was so close, I wanted so badly to come, more from the desire to expel that evil evil pepper, than to experience an orgasm.
I stopped and the pain began to increase even more. The burning became unbearable and I started to shake and whimper.
“My poor baby, do you want me to make it stop?” she asked.
“Yes…” deep breath, wince, whimper “please” and she ran off to grab some yogurt from the kitchen, I think she asked me where it was in the fridge but I was in no condition to answer.
Moments later she was rubbing yogurt into my urethra and I could feel it starting to cool but not enough. Her best friend returned with a bowl of milk and I was told to “dip your dick in the milk”.
I did.
I felt like Yosemite Sam dropping his ass into a barrel of water after Bugs had just lit him on fire.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
It wasn’t over though.
She made me hold that position for ten minutes. My muscles aching as though I was in some convoluted yoga position. As I breathed heavily and moaned, she would kiss me and stroke my hair.
Oh and she took photos.
That was about an hour ago. She asked me to write about it and so here I am, naked, still a bit numb, laying on the floor next to her couch as she pets my back and occasionally steps on my balls and smiles at me.
Sometimes, when you get what you wish for, it’s better than you imagined.
I thought we were done for the moment.
Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.
The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.
We weren’t done yet though.
She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.
Hard.
She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands from the leather cuffs so I could hold her.
I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.
She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.
She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.
What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.
I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.
I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.
I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.
There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.
I melted.
Not all of me, but most of me.
“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.
“Fuck indeed” she smiled.
I thought we were done for the moment.
Others had watched, she beat me, brought me to tears, held me and then began to untie me.
The audience commented how hot our scene was then left, closing the door and and leaving us alone.
We weren’t done yet though.
She kissed the remainder of my tears away, telling me how happy she was with me and then kissed me.
Hard.
She didn’t bother removing the leather ankle cuffs from me, only removing my hands so I could hold her.
I was naked already and before too long so was she, pulling off her corset and underwear then pulling me to the ground.
She reached down and slid me inside of her. A gasp escaped us both.
She rode me, I held her hips and within a minute her eyes were rolling, her back arched and every muscle in her body singing.
What’s the opposite of sympathy pains? Sympathy pleasure? That’s what I always feel. It’s like I’m mid-orgasm with her.
I moaned and and she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth. Just a few feet away outside that door people where socializing.
I can’t remember how many orgasms she had but before too long she was satisfied and slid off of me. The ache of feeling everything perfect in the world leaving my body overcame me and I’m sure I made a moan that said “please”.
I snuck outside the door, covering my arousal as best I could, grabbed my clothes and joined her again.
There she was, smiling with that lustful grin she gets when she’s used me.
I melted.
Not all of me, but most of me.
“Fuck”, I said with a sigh and a smile.
“Fuck indeed” she smiled.
Two friends sent me links this week. Tilda sent me this and Lolita sent me this.
With friends like these on the lookout for Found Femdom, the search for new stuff is easy.
All from the pages of W Magazine:
“Lara Stone brings the headmistress fantasy to life for Steven Klein’s camera in the latest issue of W, playing a sullen schoolmaster who oversees her crew-cut charges in structured ’40s-style skirt suits, treaded Prada boots, and vintage-style lingerie.”
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