So You Want To Cum?

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Did my husband get to cum this Christmas? Maybe ūüėČ

All my years of being submissive to my partner have enlightened me, pushed me and made my mind incredibly sadistic. I’ve been plugged, electrocuted, humiliated and triple teamed by my husband and his friends. This torture I loved so much now helps me control my husband so when he begged to cum for the first time since October I pushed him to the limit.

I love to break men – femdom is too fun

I let hubby cum for the last time in 2016 in the most cruel, humiliating and down right sadistic way. Here is the story:

For the week before New Year’s Eve, I had teased him each day. Sometimes I would let him out the cage, get him to the edge of orgasm and bite the head of his throbbing cock and slap his balls until I knew the orgasm had gone. I ruined his orgasm with my hitatch on his chastity belt or just made him eat pussy for an hour or so.

My husband has one true weakness, feet. He has a thing for soft, wrinkled soles. You rest your feet on his lap and he is a little submissive bitch HA! On NYE as soon as we woke, I whispered to him. “Do everything as I say, please me and you will cum before 2017.” I felt him squirm, little did he know the lengths he would have to go through.

I grabbed his hair and told him to kneel at the toilet and wait for me. After waiting my fair time, checking Snapchat, Instagram and my Facebook feed I walked to the toilet. Poor hubby’s face after I had finished was priceless, the smell must have been awful. I thrust his head back and sat on his face, I made sure to make him taste my pussy making him lick it clean but made sure to place his nose on my smelly ass hole. After cleaning both holes thoroughly I slapped him and told him to wash his face and clean his mouth out with soap before leaving the bathroom.

For breakfast, the little footslut made me a complete fry up, as he did a good job cleaning my ass I let him eat the same. No doubt all he could taste was the soap I made him eat! As we sat down to eat, I told him about the change of plans for the evening. He would no longer be seeing his friend’s, he would now play butler for two of my friends. I asked him if this was ok and like a good sub he said: “Of course Mistress, if that’s what you prefer.”

For the remainder of the morning and afternoon, hubby was a foot stool, a foot masseuse, and my maid. It wasn’t until the evening he was pushed to the point of breaking down. My two girlfriend’s are single, we have kissed and they are most importantly very open minded. we talk about everything, something my husband would find out later.

With both Louise and Anna ten minutes away I told him to undress, he would spend the night being objectified and abused by three bratty bitches. A fantasy of his that he has told me countless times. I unlocked him and grabbed his balls with my nails. “Remeber, obey and you will come before 2017, disobey and you will regret it. On your knees, face the corner and wait to be called.”

My husband never knew my friends were told about our femdom lifestyle, but when the walked over to him naked, kneeled down on the floor completely submissive and said “Hi foot slut” instead of the normal greeting, he knew tonight was going to get weird.

Seeing a 6ft 2 athletic man be so submissive is a big, big turn on for all of us. “Kiss our heels and take them off slowly.” Without asking my husband responded with “Yes, Mistress Louise. Thank you for letting me touch your feet.” His penis was so hard already, it was only 6pm! The poor guy had no idea the next 6 hours were going to be pure denial.

After leaving him in the corner, cleaning their shoes with his tongue for a good 45 minutes we called him over. Only allowed to crawl unless we said so, I could see this was both scary and incredible for him at the same time. We attached a dog choke chain to his neck and tied his balls up with Anna’s stockings which he had expertly taken off with only his mouth.

“Stand up straight facing us, legs spread, mouth open.” I demanded. Instantly he stood up. A blindfold was quickly added to cover his eyes and handcuffs locking his hands in place. We got all different colored sharpies and wrote humiliating things all over his body. From his full name is a foot slut to insert here pointing to his tight little ass. after a few photos for my personal collection, we got a little bored. He looked stupid, the laughing obviously turned him on as his cock was rock hard. Eight inches never looked so big!

“I have an idea, face down ass up foot slut.” After a little struggle being tied up and handcuffed he was in the slut position. The four sharpies we used to write on his sexy athletic body were put into a condom. Anna rather forcefully pushed them into his super tight ass. Poor hubby grunted and took it like a good whore.

We kept him in that position while we watched tv, helped Louise on Tinder and caught up. Keeping the sub awake was easy. Every now and then we would ask him a question to try and catch him out. One of my favorite questions was to shove our feet under his nose, if he identified whose feet it was, they played with his cock for a little. If he failed we got to hit him in the balls and tug on the tights attached to his balls.

By 9pm we were bored, the TV was crap and conversation was drying up a little. Sub was untied, unplugged and allowed to move freely. For a good ten minutes anyway. Having never sat on a man’s face before Anna wanted to know why it was so good. Isn’t it great when you have a submissive husband as a willing model!

While Anna was straddling his face, Louise and I played with his cock and balls. I warned him that if he didn’t do a good job, there would be no cumming tonight. She was very vocal about how she wanted it, which in turn probably meant she had the best head she will ever have. At one point she demanded to have it faster, but subby wasn’t performing and making her cum! Both Louise and I dug our nails into his balls and thighs and somehow he found the extra speed needed. Do what we say or we will find a way to get it.

This is the point he made a big mistake, he begged us to cum. Haha, do not beg as it shows us how desperate you really are. We said ok, we will tie you up and then we will let you cum. We decided spread eagle was the most pathetic and humiliating position to have three girls abuse you. “Your safeword is Reddit baby, use it only when you want to quit. All other words won’t be counted.” I reminded him because I knew it was going to get rough.

Louise went and sat by his head having previously told me he thinks her feet are out of this world. (Maybe I’ll get a photo for you guys one day.) It was down to me and Anna to do the cruel bit ;). Having not cum since October I knew he would be tough to break, regardless I would let him but pretended I wouldn’t.

We got Louise to smother his face with her soles of silk while we got the toothpaste. The inflatable butt plug I can’t even take was taken out and tingly, burning lube was rubbed all over it. To our surprise, Louise got bored of having her feet worshiped and was straddling his face. With just a small riggle hubby’s ass was lubed up and ready for the plug. I could hear him groaning but the vibrations just made Louise happy.

Once inside his cute tight ass, I put toothpaste on my hands and began to tease the ever sensitive head. Have you ever jerked off using toothpaste for lube? If not, do it now and tell me how it feels. Hell for once I will condone dick picks, I’ll laugh at your pathetic cock just this once.

Once Louise had rode my husband’s face enough she went back to teasing with her feet. This quickly got hubby to the edge and begging for release, It’s a pitty were having too much fun. We kept giving him a countdown to cum, stopping at the low numbers and slapping his balls hard. We agreed to let him ruin three times, one on each pair of feet. Once he had eaten it all up like a good cumslut we left him there.

We went and sat by the TV to discuss the most humiliating way to allow him to cum, occasionally changing the vibration or how big the inflatable butt plug was. At 23:45 we went back to him. Told him shut up and take what was given to him.

Still tied up unable to move, both my friends put their soles on his face while I sat on his big hard throbbing cock. Louise recorded a Snapchat of him repeating “I’m a stupid foot slut, please abuse me.” At 23:58 we began to up our tempo, both Louise and Anna kept talking to him about how they will forever call him foot slut etc. I came countless times pushing him to the verge of cumming. We started counting in the New Year telling him he can cum at the end.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4…… CUM YOU DIRTY FOOTSLUT!” Hubby came from one New Year to the next! Embarrassed and ashamed now he had been released, we told him there was two more things to do. I sat on his face to let him eat all the cum the two girls tortured his poor cock. I’m sure he used his safeword, but I couldn’t hear properly as he was between my thighs!

Again we left him there sad, upset and ashamed now he wasn’t thinking through his penis. At half 12 we went back to a sad, soft, flaccid penis. Even Louise and Anna calling him foot slut didn’t excite him. We sent him for a shower and agreed for the start of 2017 he won’t need to wear the chastity belt.

Does this kind of real life story excite you? Wish you were my husband? Wish you had a girl to dominate you? My DMs are open on Twitter losers, impress me and you may be lucky enough to get a reply back from me and my girlfriends. Do it loser, stop jerking to my feet without permission.

So You Want To Cum?

How To Train Your Husband – Femdom Advice

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Women rule the world. Men are meant to worship our beautiful feet.

Hi guys, sorry for the two-year break in posting, it’s been a rollercoaster. We have relocated back to England and the once dominant husband now sits firmly under my feet. Want to know how to train your husband to be submissive? Here is how I took control.

Step one: chastity and training

My husband is a big manly man, he is 6ft 2 tall and could fight anything I try and do with ease. But after I got him into chastity he became a little submissive bitch. I own him and he does EVERYTHING I want. Purchase a good quality chastity belt, something like this. Convince him to try it for you, and after a few days of teasing him, he won’t be able to say no.

My husband has been in chastity since July, he hasn’t cum since October. I began his training by tying him up to the bed, letting him out the cage and teasing him with my feet. I would bring him to the point of orgasm time and time again. The first time he came without permission, you have to be firm. Make sure he knows you are in control. Gag him with your dirty panties, and keep jerking his penis. Hubby described it as the least enjoyable ten minutes of his life but since then he hasn’t cum without permission. Think something like this:

When in chastity it’s important to assert your dominance. If your husband thinks he can get away with limited effort to get you off, you need to show him who’s boss. I started by plugging his tight ass with an inflatable and vibrating buttplug, if he stopped doing a good job I stretched his ass and spanked his balls.

After we get in from work hubby cleans my feet with his tongue, makes me dinner and cleans my high-heels. He will then please me while I sit on his face until I have cum multiple times. If he is lucky I will ruin his orgasm and make him eat it.

At the moment this is a one-off blog post, we have noticed a significant amount of traffic still visits even though we haven’t blogged for a long time. Now we are settled in our new home, we have spare time to document our daily life.

Want to hear more? Let us know on here, Twitter or Reddit.


D xx

How To Train Your Husband – Femdom Advice

Sorry for the inactivity!

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Hi guys,

Sorry we have been inactive these past few weeks. Sir and I have just moved house so it’s been really hectic. We are now settled and ready to continue on our blog, Reddit and Twitter.

Thanks you for the support it means a lot to us, we have a special announcement for June which may interest you all ūüėČ

D xx

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 3

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I would advise you to read Part 1 & Part 2 before this:


I could feel my heart beat a furious tattoo at the thought of having six pegs on my body. My body can handle slaps and spanks all over my body, whether it be administered with a hand, a belt, or a paddle (as illustrated earlier in the night), but pegs pushed me to my limits. The white hot pain of getting pinched by those pegs was enough to make me practically paralyzed in pain. I couldn’t help but whimper at the punishment to come.

“Stand up, slut!” Sir’s sharp voice cut through my thoughts and I immediately leapt to attention like a good little girl should.

He grabbed two pegs from the nightstand to start with and walked towards me. I felt my body shaking in anticipation of the pain to come. Seeing me frightened, Sir took my hand in his own.

“I’m going to place these pegs on your nipples first. Take deep breaths for me and you will be fine. Come on, be a good girl for me and obey.” He quickly squeezed my hand and let go.

His hand wandered over to my left breast where he started to pinch and play with my nipple. I moaned at the touch of his fingers on my skin. Once my nipples were erect enough, he took one of those pegs and placed it on my nipple. I first felt the pinch, which was then quickly replaced with nearly blinding and breathtaking pain. I felt my body instantly tense and seize up at the sensation on my nipple. In short, this¬†fucking¬†hurt and this was only one. He went over to do the same with the other one. When the second peg was attached, I couldn’t help but shout out loud and shake in pain. Two was already the most awful pain and I had four more pegs to go.

God, I hate this game.

“Open your mouth for me right now.” He snapped.

This was easy for me as I was practically gulping deep breaths in an attempt to ease the pain. I presented my mouth to him and was gifted with two more pegs, one on each side of my mouth. Considering how much thinner the flesh is in that area, this seemed to hurt even more…or perhaps it was the combined pain of four (one.two.three.fuckingfour!) pegs on my body. Yet, there were still two more and I knew exactly where they were going. This wasn’t as comforting a thought as it should have been though.

“Now, spread your legs open.”

I whimpered, knowing exactly what he was going to do. He gave me a stern look that instantly shut me up. This was not the time for me to whine and complain. I needed to accept the punishment like a good girl. The first peg on my pussy lip was indescribable. I was on the verge of screaming bloody murder or at least a safe word but instead I balled up my fists and scrunched up my face, grimacing at how much I hurt. Surprisingly he put the last clip on quickly as if to surprise me with it rather than let my anticipate it. I groaned as i felt each site with the peg throb and hurt with every movement.

Sir stood back to revel in what he had done to my body. He smiled and laughed at how pathetic I must have looked. At that point, I couldn’t care less about how humiliated I was feeling. All I could feel was the shooting and throbbing pain I felt at each of the sites. Tears collected in my eyes and I was so close to yelling “Manila!”, but I wanted to show him that I could be a good little slut for him despite how much I hurt.

“Good fucking slut,” he said as he watched me shake and fidget. “You will keep those pegs on until after the next roll. Tell me to roll the dice for me now.”

I groaned and couldn’t help but shake my head. With my mouth open and pegs affixed to each side, I would come off sounding so stupid and my cheeks flushed dark red with embarrassment.

“Are you shaking your head at me?” He inquired, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

“No! No, no, please…” I begged as best as I could with those pegs in my mouth.

“Then tell me to roll the dice for you and don’t make me ask again. Or else.”

I sniffed and then said the magic words. It barely came out comprehensible and my face burned red in humiliation. This seemed to satisfy him and he rolled the dice again. This time it landed on a four and a two. Sir pulled out his wallet, rifled through it, pulled out a quarter and presented it to me. I extended my hand toward him with my palm facing up. He walked over and dropped it in my hand.

“Go walk to the wall for me. You know what to do.” He said with a devious smile on his face. “Two minutes.”

I did know what to do. I walked to the wall, placed the coin on the wall in front of my nose, and leaned forward so that the only thing keeping the coin suspended was my nose. From this position, I could not see what Sir was doing and tried to focus solely on keeping the coin aloft. He was going to make that very difficult for me though.

It started with him spreading my legs open carefully so that I don’t drop the coin. His fingers ran up and down my slit for a brief moment and then was quickly replaced by his lips. My knees immediately shook and my mouth fell open in a silent moan. The pain I felt from the pegs started to fade slightly as his lips and tongue worked on my pussy. It was a struggle to stay standing when his tongue dipped inside me or when he started to lick and suck on my clit. My moans and sighs started to fill up the room more and more. I think we had past the two minute mark already at some point but I didn’t care and it seems he didn’t either. As described in D(omme)-Day, Sir is extremely skilled with his mouth.

God, I love this game.

I was breathing really hard and somehow still had the coin pressed up against the wall. I could feel my body winding up tighter and tighter as I got close to orgasm and I know he could tell as well. Sir wasn’t let me going to have too much fun too quickly though. I felt a sharp tug and hot pain all of a sudden as he pulled those pegs off of my pussy.

“FUCK!” I screamed out and arched my back in instinctual reaction to how much my pussy hurt. Obeying the laws of gravity, the coin fell to the floor with a sharp clang. As soon as the coin fell, I felt him move away from my pussy and I couldn’t help but sob. I was so so sooooo close.

“Are you frustrated?” He asked me as I turned around.

“No, Sir…” I lied. My pouty face must have gave away the truth as he laughed at me instead.

“Aww poor little slut is frustrated.” He teased and I couldn’t help but grumble. “OK, you can take off those pegs off now.”

I was thankful but taking those pegs off is a slow and excruciating process. The feeling of blood rushing back to the once clamped site is a different kind of pain. There’s relief at first but then the pain creeps back in the form of a dull, throbbing ache that lasts for a couple of hours. My nipples probably fared the worst as they seemed to ache with every single move I made.

Once the clips were off my body, Sir retrieved my pair of nipple suckers from the table and walked towards me. He first rubbed a bit of lube on my nipples for the suckers to properly stay on, then placed them on me. Already sensitive from the peg torture, this only served to heighten their sensitivity even further.

Sir then went to the champagne bucket and fished out a some ice cubes. He placed one of them in his mouth. He handed me two of them.

“I’m going to lie down. You are going to sit on my face while you use those ice cubes on your nipples. Remember, you’re not allowed to cum my dear unless I say so.”

I nodded fervently, anxious to feel his mouth on me again. I took the cubes from his hands and waited for him to undress and lay down. When he was ready, I climbed into bed and got into position.

“Baby, you’re so wet!” He said almost in awe as I settled above him.

He grabbed my big ass and brought it down to his face. As soon as his tongue made contact with my clit, I started to grind against him. He felt so amazing, especially with the ice cube in his mouth. The cool of his mouth combined with how feverishly hot I was all over my body (not to mention my sensitive nipples teased by more ice) was an intoxicating sensation. I was so overwhelmed by how good it felt and I hadn’t even cum yet. I was reaching a point of desperation at this point.

“Sir, please I’m getting really¬†really¬†close. Please let me cum!” I begged and pleaded. It was becoming more and more difficult to delay the inevitable but I did not want to disobey him.

My begging managed to reach his ears, even though my thighs were clamped pretty tightly against them, but he did not give me relief. Instead he stopped, not before giving my clit one final kiss (ugh evil). He tapped my thigh twice, a signal for me to get off, and I shakily climbed over him and fell onto the bed as my legs had been reduced to jelly by this point. He sat up and reached for the buttplug and lube from the nightstand. Then Sir pulled me in for a quick kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and it only served to make me want more.

“We’re going to play one of my favorite games now.” He whispered into my ear. “Hold the plug with your feet…”

I sighed, knowing exactly where he was going with this. I would hold the plug with my feet and try to get it in my ass without the use of my hands. I hated this game as there was no guarantee whether I would be successful in this endeavor considering how shaky my legs were at this very moment. Sir loved this game though as he always enjoys watching me struggle.

“Also, I’m only going to give you five minutes to do so.” My jaw fell open and my heart raced. “Begin now!”

I went to sit on the floor as it was more stable than the bed, placed the plug between my feet, and started to lower myself down onto the plug. It was a battle of stability and how long you can wait until your thighs scream out for mercy. There were a couple of times it came close to falling down but I tried to stay calm.

“Three minutes have passed.”

So much for staying calm! I whined and grunted as I tried to get in. I looked up at Sir and saw him watching me in an almost hungry sort of way. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. After relaxing a bit, I shifted around trying to find the tip of the plug. Then success! I felt the tip and started to slowly push down. It felt good both knowing that I had finally gotten it, but also how the plug stretched me open. I made it with about fifteen seconds to spare. I looked up at Sir again, who seemed a touch disappointed that he couldn’t punish me for completing what seemed like an impossible task.

“Go get on the bed, slut. I want your face down and your ass up for me.” He commanded while grabbing a length of rope from the nightstand.

I obeyed like a good girl should. Sir proceeded to tie my left hand to my ankle, leaving me partially bound for him. He placed the Hitachi wand in my free hand.

“Hold that to your clit hard. I want you to start off with the lower setting starting…NOW.”

The effect was instantaneous; I flipped the switch and instantly I was reduced to a slack-jawed, mindless, and wailing animal. The only thought running through my head in this very moment was OHMYGODTHISFEELSSOFUCKINGAMAZING. It was about to get better as I felt Sir’s cock start to tease my wet pussy.

“Mmmm please Sir,” I murmured in a weak and shaky voice. He kept teasing me, slipping his big cock inside me briefly before pulling out. I finally couldn’t help it and started to beg. “Please please please I need you, Sir.”

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled hard, which instantly shut me up. At the same time, he started to push his way inside me and stretch me. I stopped breathing for a few seconds as I tried to process everything I was feeling. The plug filling up my ass. His hot cock stretching and filling every inch of me. The Hitachi relentlessly buzzing away at my clit. My consciousness as a person no longer existed at this point. I was just running on pure lust and sensation.

He started moving slow, almost frustratingly so. Every so often he would spank my ass hard or play with the plug in my ass. Over time his thrusts began to speed up to the point that I cried out each time he completely filled me. By now, I must have looked positively insane or possessed, with my eyes rolling back into my head, me biting my lip, or jerkily shifting around the bed. I didn’t care though as I was so close to cumming and wanted instant relief.

“Please baby, please please let me cum?” I pleaded in a small whiny voice. “Please let this good girl cum for you, Sir. Pretty pretty please!”

I was lucky that I had a Sir who enjoyed making me cum over and over again instead of being bent on denying my orgasms. He bent down close to my ear and said over the near-deafening hum of the wand, “I will count down for you. You will cum in ten…”

I gasped and started to feel my pussy tighten up like a vise around him.

“Nine. Eight.”

I started to inhale and exhale in large gulps, almost like I was running the last legs of a marathon.

“Seven. Six….Five.”

I started to whine and moan as I was getting closer and closer to cumming and I couldn’t fail now. I wished he would count faster but I know he wouldn’t. I knew he loved to see me struggle and squirm, seeing how much I can endure just so I can be a good little slut for him.

“Four. Three. Two…One…”

SHIT. I was about to break. My orgasm was practically on the verge of crashing over me at this point. I was near tears trying to hold it back. I sounded like a keening wild animal at this point.


Holy. Fuck. A loud guttural scream filled the room as I let go and came. My pussy erratically squeezed and milked his cock, which only made Sir fuck me even harder. He wasn’t going to stop just because I already came. He was going to keep using me over and over until he had his fill. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

After getting me close to the edge of another orgasm, Sir pulled out and took the Hitachi out of my hand then turned it off. I groaned at the sudden empty feeling and loss of stimulation. I wasn’t worried though he wouldn’t leave me wanting for too long. He untied my ankle bonds and tied my wrists together this time. He then put on a vibrating cock ring on, laid in bed, and beckoned me over.

This was his favorite position: me sitting on his hard cock,¬†my tied arms encircling his¬†neck to keep me in position, his hands grabbing my ass, his fingernails digging into my skin, all while he lifts me up and down on his cock. The sheer force plus the cock ring vibrating against my clit sent my orgasm count into the double figures, one orgasm often quickly running into the next one and next one. There were times I could not stop cumming. Since he couldn’t cum with the ring on, he kept going and going. After lord knows how long,¬†he took the ring off and continued to fuck me. His pace was unforgivingly hard and relentlessly fast. He was truly using me like the good little slut that I am and I couldn’t be happier. Actually I lied; feeling him cum inside me made me the happiest.

Both of us now utterly exhausted, I collapsed forward onto his chest with him still inside me. He started to run his fingers through my auburn hair and we just laid there in the sweaty, messy quiet for a bit. When we were more capable of movement, he reached over and pulled the champagne out of ice and poured us both glasses. Eventually we talked about the more mundane goings-on in our lives like our weeks at work (his: stressful, mine: boring), mushy details about how much we love each other and what we’d do for dinner tomorrow night.

When I felt him finally slip out of me, I got off and made sure to lick our combined juices off his cock. He never wanted me to waste it as much as possible. I went to the bathroom and cleaned off what little was left as most of it had dried onto my skin at the point. I got back into bed and started to scoot in next to him when he stopped me.

“Mahal, two things,” he turned to me. “One, I will not let you play as mistress for at least another month.”

Ok, that was to be expected. I inquired, “And two darling?”

“Two,” he continued. “To remind you of your place, tonight you will sleep with your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth.”

Of course I followed orders like the good little girl that I am. I laid down in my new sleeping spot and got as comfortable as I could. I could still taste my pussy and his cum on his cock. Considering the amount of teasing he put me through, it was no shock that I fell asleep rather quickly.

With love D xx

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Sir Strikes Back: Part 3


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“Baby, I want you to take over and see what it’s like for me on Friday.”

This is what Sir told me before he left for business earlier in the week. He would be coming back on Friday while I was slaving away at the old 9 to 5. When I come home, it would be time for me to crack the whip for once. Hmm, speaking of whips, that might be something to look into…but I digress… For me, being a sub is like slipping onto a pair of my favorite ballet flats – comfortable, natural, and just like home. No flats for me on Friday though; I would be wearing a pair of six inch stilettos and these stilettos needed some breaking in before D(omme)-Day.¬†Commence one of the more kinkier research projects I’ve conducted. I lurked around the femdom subreddits for ideas and even asked the community for some last minute assistance – thank you everyone for the help, by the way! Come Friday, I was in the office, staring at the clock and hoping like always for time to go faster when my my phone buzzed. It was Sir.

“I’m home. What would Miss like me to do?”

And so it begins. I ordered him to keep himself busy for me and type lines for me. He would have to type thirty lines of “I promise to be a good boy for Miss and I will do whatever She asks for me.” As revenge for doing this to me before and frustrating the hell out of me, I deliberately set it up to be difficult and also provide me with something to punish him when I come home.¬†I inevitably got the text from my Sir (who would be known as good boy just for this day) that the task was too hard to complete.

Good boy: The typing task is impossible. I have over 250 lines to write now ūüė¶

I was feeling charitable and let him stop. I told him to strip down for me and wait for me to come home. When I arrive, I expect him on his knees, naked, with his head bowed down in the bedroom. I come home and set my things to find him there just as I directed.

“Good boy,” I said with a smile. I slipped off my stockings and my panties. “Now, tell me why the typing task was difficult?”

“It was really hard. I kept messing up, baby, and it added more lines —“

“Did you just call me baby?” I interrupted him. “I’m not your baby right now. You are to call me Miss, remember?”

“Yes, Miss, I’m sorry.” He quickly replied, looking immediately chastised.

“Open your mouth.” I demanded. Once he did so, I jammed my dirty stockings in his mouth then placed my dirty panties over his face. I had him stand up for me. I took a sharpie from purse and wrote across his stomach OWNED BY MISS.

This was one of the greatest hits of the night as good boy would call me “baby” out of habit and I would have to find ways to punish him over the course of the night

As punishment for not completing the writing task, I had him kneel at my feet with his wrists tied to his ankles while I caught up on some shows on the DVR. I’d sometimes press pause so I could slap or pinch his balls or inner thighs. He had to suffer in complete silence or else I’d make matters worse and pinch his nipples until he would squeal in pain.

P.S. Those bitches on Revenge are cray cray in the best possible way.

When I was done watching, I had him take off the panties and take out the stockings from his mouth. I¬†released him from his bonds but I wasn’t done with the tying up part just yet. I took a cable and tightly tied up his balls. He tried not to wince and moan but wasn’t entirely successful.

I roughly grabbed his chin and jerked his head towards me. “Now, I don’t want to touch your cock right now so I’m going to have you play with yourself instead. Good boys don’t make any noise so you need to keep your fucking mouth shut while you do so.”

“Yes, Miss, I will.” He answered and started to play. Despite my clear instructions, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut so I slapped his balls each time he made any noise. I finally got fed up.

“Now, since you can’t keep your mouth shut like a good boy, your punishment is that you’re going to kneel at the foot of the bed and just listen to me play. You don’t deserve anything right now.” I told him as I secured a blindfold over his eyes.

I got comfortable in bed and looked at the foot of the bed to see him there, kneeling in submission. I could see him squirm. Huh I can see why Sir likes this so much. I pulled out my Hitachi wand and let it buzz on my pussy. He was still not good at keeping quiet and kept gasping and moaning quietly as he heard me play with myself.

“You know, I’m only going to make you wait longer if you don’t shut your fucking trap.” I said between my own gasps and moans.

That shut him up quick.

After I came, I set my wand aside and had him bed over the bed.

“Spread that ass for me.” I demanded with a light smack on his ass.

He complied of course. I stuck my finger in my mouth to get it nice and wet then started to work a finger inside. I took those panties that he had worn on his head earlier and used them to wipe up the precum that dripped down from his cock. I walked over to our special drawer, pulled out a small buttplug and lube, and lay them out in front of him.

“Be a good boy and lube this up for your Miss.”

He sighed but, resigned to his fate, did as he was told. Once properly lubed up, I took the plug and slipped it into his ass. I have to admit hearing him moan and his legs shake as I put it inside was pretty damn sexy. I gave him another smack on his ass and told him to lay down.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and sat on his face. I told him that he would eat my pussy until I told him to stop. He knows how skilled he is with his mouth and proceeded to eat me out to the point I almost lost my mind. The keyword is almost. Every time I felt myself slipping away, I rested my full weight on his face and squeezed my thighs together to remind him that my pleasure was more important than breathing.

I then had him sit in bed with all of my juices still dripping off of his face. I played with his cock and instead of letting him cum, I let go of his cock and ruined his orgasm. I kept him hard in between by pinching his nipples and pulling on the cable still tied on his balls. Each time he ruined, I wiped it up with my dirty panties. I had a plan for them in just a bit.

As sexy as it was watching him ruin that orgasm each time, I decided to move on after a grand total of five times. I took out the plug from his ass and made him lick it clean. He started to until I saw his face crumple into tears and he cried out his safe word.

All of my natural nurturing feelings and kindness instantly flooded back. I took the plug away from him, sat beside him ,and gave him a tight hug.

“Darling, remember, I love you so much. It’s OK, I won’t make you do that anymore.” I cooed and soothed him while running my fingers through his hair.¬†I let him calm down a bit and held his hand for a few more minutes in silence. Finally, I ventured, “Do you want me to continue or shall we call it a night?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m OK, I want to keep going. I love you too.”

Yeah, even as kinky as we are, we can be a bit nauseatingly cute like that.

We come back and I tie him up the bed spread-eagled and have him put the cum-covered panties in his mouth to suck on them. I played with his hard cock with my feet while he was all tied up. His skin felt so soft between my feet from all the cum that had dripped on it earlier. I eventually heard his gasps and groans that let me know he was getting really close so I sped up. My reward for speeding up was my feet getting coated in cum.

I presented my feet to him. “Lick it all up.”

His face screwed up in disgust as he pleaded with me. “Please, Miss, no…”

“I won’t untie you until you lick them up. DO IT.” I almost yelled. I didn’t want to push too hard after he broke and used his safe word. Otherwise I would have just rubbed my cum-covered feet all over his face.

Luckily, I didn’t need to do that and he licked it all up like a good boy as he came down from his orgasm.

To go back to my previous metaphor about shoes, it was fun wearing those sexy domme stilettos but I can’t wear those everyday. I’d prefer wearing my comfier sub ballet flats. They fit me better and they just feel right. Every so often though it’s not a bad idea to have some fun and bust out those stilettos for a fun night out.

I don’t think those stilettos will be¬†worn for quite some time though. My Sir has already mentioned that I’ll be paying for my little night of freedom. Find out more on Sir Strikes Back Part 1.

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