Literotica femdom stories, often told from the submissive perspective.
I’m standing in the doorway. She’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a chair with dark wooden legs, arm rests and a black leather seat. My breath is caught in my chest as my eyes focus on her. Black lace lingerie, her curly hair resting on her shoulders.
I’d never really worked with mantras before Mommy, but it’s been so helpful to have words to come back to and focus my submission on. The repetition can be so comforting. I love the way a mantra is like a starting point for so many more thoughts and feelings. But can also be a way …
I knock on her door. Butterflies in my stomach, my hands shaking, as I shift my weight side to side, the desperation building inside of me. Regretting all the water I drank before I got here. I have to go so bad. Why did I have to follow her piss play instructions so exactly? Distracted …
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The click-clack of Mistress’ boots on the hardwood floor drew closer. The slight jump of my heartbeat and chastity cage signalled both anticipation and a slight fear as she drew near. A stern, “Down boy,” instructs me to my knees, where my eyes gaze upon the buttery dark leather of Mistress’ boots.
There were two women on Aaron’s phone. Aaron knew one of them, Mistress Blunt. She was dressed casually, in a loose shirt and yoga pants. He didn’t know the other woman standing next to Mistress Blunt, but Aaron knew what was going to happen. He had watched this video several times in a row.
“Hello Mommy, I am just playing with Poodle while we wait for you,” said Jacky. “Playing with Poodle is making him fetch a stick, Jacky, not satisfying your desires and teasing him,” replied Mistress Blunt. “Did they offer to release your cage, Poodle?” Mistress Blunt asked. I could only nod the affirmative.
Let me get straight to the point: I fucked Danielle. I can’t believe it actually happened.
Playing dolly meant I wasn’t supposed to move, and yet, I allowed myself a quick glance. She had painted his face the same as mine. Lips drawn like a heart, manipulating their natural shape with zeal. Eyelids, a shocking blue. Spread across a chaise lounge, so that the width of him touched both sides. Knees …
I got invited to Mistress Danielle Blunt’s house for another party. I of course accepted the invitation, not really sure what to expect.
I arrive at the mansion nervous and anxious as to what may transpire. Three knocks on the heavy wooden door with my head bowed down as Mistress Danielle Blunt instructed. The door creaks open as a long, knee-high, stiletto-heeled black leather boot enters my vision.