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FemDom: Post-Shower Edging Session
Part 4 (Fiction)
She gives a deep, satisfying sigh, then cocks her head back. "Darling, I'm ready to move, aren't you?"
He gently sets her down and tenderly replies, "yes my Read more… love."
She lets this go; it's homage enough for her at the moment.
He helps her stand completely up, holding her close to him.
She leans against him for a moment, and he upon her; the *** equalizing in their respective bodies.
She looks at him with her 'come fuck me eyes,' her lips slightly apart.
His hand moves up to wipe his face but she doesn't give him the chance; her lips are on his pressing softly together. She can smell herself on him, and as she pulls away, she instinctively licks her lips, tasting the fruit of her pleasures.
"Mmm," she coos. Playfully, she brings a finger up to her mouth, pretending to bite it as she takes a step back.
"You're free to wash your face," she giggles out while going around to 'his side' of the bed.
"Thank you, Ma'am," he smiles.
She lays herself down and quickly d***s blankets over herself; the cool sheets giving her no warmth just yet.
Movement in the corner of her eye intrigues her, but she feins indifference. Instead she focuses all her energy on warming herself up: tucking her hands beneath her back while rubbing her legs & feet together.
His unmistakable footsteps grow faint as he retreats to the bathroom. Low pitched groaning pipes in the walls dictate his choice of hot water over cold.
He hums an old tune and it echoes against the tile, amplifying the simplicity of it to her.
A smile grows on her face. My love must really be enjoying himself.
A few moments later he reappears, eyebrows glistening despite his attempts to dry his face.
"Sit down at the edge of the bed," she nods in the direction of 'her side', "with your back to me."
He does as instructed, plopping down with his hands resting on his thighs.
"Now, lay back."
He hesitates.
She clarifies, "lay back with your feet on the floor."
As he moves, she gets out from under the blankets and stands up off the bed.
Giddy, she practically skips towards her toys, giggling as she approaches them. Which to use?
Just then, a feather catches her eye. Maybe I'll tickle him a bit? But she shakes her head. Nah, that works better when his eyes are covered; I want him to see me.
She eyes their leather banded handcuffs. Should I bind his hands again? Yes, I think I shall. As he reaches for them she spots the translucent pocket pussy. And I think I'll make him hold this too.
Her smile is devious as she approaches him. She hands him the rubbery pocket pussy and says, "hold this for me, would you?"
He's looking directly at it when he resolutely replies, "yes Ma'am."
She smiles as she hands it to him.
Getting onto the bed, she walks on her knees as she straddles him.
His eyes close, lips purse, and a small wrinkle creases his forehead. Oh, he's trying so hard not to get too excited.
The bright jingle of the chain that holds the cuffs together kindles an inward smile. Such soft & fuzzy interior hidden by harsh black leather. Who knew soooo much fun could come from these simple items.
She wraps a cuff around his left wrist then deftly tightens the strap within the buckle. When she grabs his other wrist to do the same, she sweetly says, "try holding it with both hands for me."
He does, locking his fingers together around the soft pocket pussy as she tightens the other strap & buckle. Once finished, she lowers his arms, letting them rest awkwardly on his bare chest.
She straightens her back and looks down at him setting her soaking wet pussy down on his body.
"Do you feel how wet you've made me?"
"Oh yes," he lightly nods, "yes I do Madam."
Her voice is as soft as silk, "good Lover, because there is so much more for me to do with you."
And with that she dismounts him.
He struggles to keep an eye on her, but his neck quickly tires.
While he looks away she grabs the tin of organic avocado oil and pours a dime-size [approx 2 cm] drop into her hand. She sets the tin down on the floor beside his feet.
As she moves to be between his legs again, she rubs her hands together, giving the palms a light coating of oil. Mmmm, I'm using all my favourites today, including my favourite lube.
Her hands extend out, reaching for his inner thighs as she bends over. When her hands make contact, he twitches minutely; she continues as though she didn't notice, gliding her hands tenderly over his skin, giving a minimalist amount of friction.
He hums a drone note like a car in idle.
Suddenly she grabs both of his calves, right under his knees, and jerks him toward her, sliding his ass slightly off the bed.
"Whoa!" he calls out.
Then she stands straight up, tall, like the Queen she is.
She takes small steps, inching ever closer between his legs, causing him to crab-walk his feet outward to make space for her. Each step bringing her closer and closer to his erect penis.
Her voice is strong as she tells him, "look at me."
He cranes his neck down, digging his chin a bit into his chest to make eye contact.
At that point his foot slides against the can on the floor while he continues to make space for her.
"What's the rule?" she asks him like a teacher to a tardy student.
"Uh, uhm," she could see the panic in his eyes, "no cumming until you tell me, Madam?"
"Yes," she hisses, "yesss."
Her body twirls around and she squats down just enough to rest herself upon his stiff cock; her slippery wet cunt embracing him as her labia eagerly engulfs it.
"Bluhauhb," he blubbers out.
She's unabashedly smiling, ear to ear. Oh, I've got him. He's gonna struggle so hard. And with that, she grips her own thighs to steady herself.
Her hips move ever so slightly, side to side as she grinds against his cock.
"Oh yeah, mmm," she breathily toys with him.
Looking behind her, she sees his hands strangling the toy while his head jerks back.
With a sultry melodic emphasis in her voice, she continues, "mmm, this feels so Fucking Good."
***ly her hips start moving in the other direction for a second, stroking his cock up and down within her folds.
A sharp intake of breath from him brings her back into focus.
She lifts herself off and twists around. Observing her work of a beautifully glistening dick. Her hands grab each of his knees for support as she lowers herself down, kneeling on the floor.
With a hint of suppressed chuckle in her voice, she asks him, "have you made that pussy hot for me?"
An inaudible response is what she gets in reply.
She bends forward and blows cold air at his cock.
"What was that?" she presses.
The strain in his voice is almost tangible as he tries to control himself, "Y-yes, Yes Ma'am."
Knee walking again, she moves herself close to him and reaches out for it, "give it to me."
He crunches so she can reach it but misses her hand; he does it again, this time passing it to her with success.
"That's good Darling," she sweetly says with her face close to his balls, shooting hot air out on him.
She grabs the avocado oil tin then drops some into the inner walls of the pocket pussy before setting it back down again.
With one hand she squeezes the base of his cock, siphoning it in place; with the other hand she quickly plunges the pussy down the full length of his cock, until it taps her fingers, then pops it off.
"Of fuck!" his torso & feet momentarily lift up, doubling him over before he slams down hard.
"Behave," she half-heartedly scolds him, tapping his balls with the back of her hand that's still gripping the toy.
Again his body flinches. He whimpers, "yes Ma'am."
She decides to use the toy again, this time only enough to push down his foreskin as it squeezes the head of his cock.
He pules, his voice squarely in his falsetto range as he breathes out in little, quiet, whines.
She twists the toy around, having the bobbles inside of it rub mercilessly tease him.
"Speak up darling, I can't hear you," the sweetness of her voice is made ever more perverse with her actions.
"M-m-m-ma'am," he pants, breath ragged, "puhLEAse!" voice cracking with desperation.
Quickly she yanks the toy off him but keeps the pressure at the base of his cock.
"I. Decide." Stern and uncompromising, she sets the toy down but starts massaging his taint. "You. Comply."
She licks from the base of his balls up over her thumb to the top of his dick with the full pressure of her tounge, then lets go of him completely.
He breathes out a heavy and jagged sigh of relief.
This simply will not do. She smacks his balls hard enough to sting.
He cries out "Ah Mistress!" while his legs vainly move together, squaring her shoulders.
Her nose flares out at this. "What did you call me?!?"
"I, Madam... I, I'm sorry!" He pleads.
"Oh, I'll give you a Mistress so you don't forget that I'm your Madam."
And with that she grabs her Hitachi vibrator (that's always plugged in on 'her side' of the bed) and sets the bulb of it directly between his balls and dick.
"Here's your 'Mistressss'" her hiss is overshadowed by the vibrator being turned on.
"Oh Madam!" he exclaims while his legs squeeze harder, "I'm, I'm sorry MADAM!!" His hands reaching down to her, straining the chain taunt as his fingers fan out.
But she holds it there, relentlessly.
He wiggles and begs as he squeals, "Please Madam! I'm Sorry!" But nothing stops her persistent pressure.
After a few moments, with the vibrator still on him, she takes her other hand and touches the head of his dick. He gives little response other than his continual moans.
She licks her palm and rubs his mushroom top, with the same result.
And with that as her cue, she turns off the vibrator, sets it down, stands up, turns around, and squats on his cock again.
She doesn't look at him but keeps herself forward and centered against his dick, pushing it deep between her labia. Then she starts to move.
The tip of his cock teases her entrance as she swings her hips forward, popping off of it before travelling toward her ass.
"Yeah," she closes her eyes, "yeah, that feels so damn good."
Her U-spot starts igniting intense excitement in both her clitorus and deep in her vagina as she continuously rides him, rubbing herself against the entire length of his cock.
His fingers graze her lower back & ass each time she pushes back on him. He wants to hold my hips, but he's been a bad boy.
She's breathing heavily, gripping his knees tighter and tighter as the pleasurable heat inside her grows.
"Oh, oh, Madam," he calls out.
"Don't," she rides back, "you," she rides forward, "fucking," each word gets louder, "Dare," her knees start to shake, "Fucking," she's flinging her head back, "Cum!"
He lifts his hips up giving her more momentary access to his cock; exactly what she needed to push herself over the edge.
"Ooooooh!" she bellows from deep within her, cumming hard on his dick.
She flinches with every pulse of her ejaculation, her swollen clit tapping his cock as her body goes with the motions.
She bends forward then kneels on the floor once more, legs trembling and weak. She falls forward ever more, now on all fours as she tries to calm her heart.
He's breathing heavily behind her.
"Did you cum?" she horsley asks him.
"No Madam," he softly replies.
She sucks in a long, jagged, deep breath through her nose. As she exhales, she asks, "How many is that?"
His response is filled with pride, "Two my Goddesses."
---End of part 4---

At some base level, every Sub can identify with this. Even though my partner & I don't take it to the intensity you describe, it's not like I cannot understand what it's like to quiet oneself and be at the mercy of another. For someone like me that does a lot of overthinking, being able to stop Read more… it all and rely on my Dom is what's comforting.
I very much enjoy your work and happily encourage you to post as much as your heart desires. Incredible!

Such vivid imagery; I feel like I'm there! Breathtaking.

This. This hits too close to home for anyone who has been suicidal. It immediately brought me back to a time when I too was being seduced with ending it all in a swift death... the ***, hopeless agony of feeling less valuable than the dirt I stood on. My God, I'm so sorry you felt this way too Read more… @Steve78 😣😭
But you have seen the other side; you have proven Mistress Depression wrong time & time again with every: message/text, poem, story, post/comment. With every action you do in your daily life... YOU Are Worth Everything. Your friendships are deep because your kinship with *** has taught you (as much as it has for me) that not every person sees their true value to the world. Your ability to reach out to us with hope seeping between your words is a true gift.
Thank you for your bravery in exposing this side of yourself to us. You're such a beautiful soul 💖

Oh what sweet & agonizing denial.
Your work (parts 1, 2, & 3) conveys Dominance without sadism; even though this session is for his pleasure, his goal isn't to use her blindly. He keeps her needs & limits in the forefront of his mind.
He creatively pushed her limit too, again mixing *** Read more… (the *** of water play) with pleasure (the joy of a drink she likes).
Sessions like these are a bit out of my depth, but never did I ever feel as though she were threatened. What a well conveyed balance@Steve78
Will there be a Part 4?

But rather than have us wallow in the misery, you give us hope... the very thing that has helped humanity persist for our very existence.
What a well rounded story that hits near & dear to many who are battling it all alone.
I felt myself nodding long with everything, as though you had reached Read more… through the words to describe my personal life... as well as everyone elses. Excellent & masterful.
@Steve78, maybe your work will convince me to enjoy poetry after all 😁👍🏻👍🏻

My mind read this as though a bard in tight stockings & loose patchwork tunic recanted a tale of years gone by on his lute... but the content echoes our everyday lives.
Haunting & identifiable; what a pleasant read!

I wouldn't say genius but I'm grateful for your continued feedback & compliments. They encourage me on many levels, so thank you.
Part 4 will be a little delayed because I need to re-write some things based on feedback I got from my partner. But you should expect it soon!

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FemDom: Post-Shower Edging Session
Part 3 (Fiction)
She looks down at him with his brow slightly creased; a face eager to please.
The fishnet stockings hung from her hands giving her a most wicked idea.
She drops the Read more… stockings lower until they're behind his head. Then she starts wrapping the extra ends around her left hand, essentially making a sling with it. Her right hand still grips the crop.
His gruttal moans excite her even more. Oh God, how much I fucking want this.
She takes a step closer to him putting each of her feet on either side of his thighs. She knows that he must be able to smell her lust for him by now.
Grateful for having taken off the stockings, she begins to inch her feet further apart bringing her clit ever closer to his face.
"Mmmm," he hums in anticipation.
Suddenly her slit is being hungrily licked; his hot tongue exploring whatever he could reach as she continues inching her way down to him.
"Ah!" she blurts out as his tongue flicks her swelling clit. She pulls harder on the fishnet sling, yanking him momentarily deeper into her crease.
He suckels on it as best he can before she releases the pressure. The sharpness of his nasal inhale breaks the short-lived silence.
She leans her torso marginally forward, just enough for her cunt to be out of his reach again. Then with as much breathy authority she could muster, she says, "no flicking my clit. Only suckle it. Understand?"
"Yes Madam," his voice is deep with desire.
She brings herself back to his face using her right hand to steady herself on the top of his head. As his mouth makes contact with her again, she keeps her hand tentatively on his head, putting the crop between her fingers.
Primal instinct takes over her; she becomes lost in the stimulation. His tongue has kissed her here many times before but never quite like this.
Her clitorus begins sending dynamic shockwaves througout her pelvis and legs as he swirls his tongue around it.
Other parts of her body crave to be touched: her bellybutton and nipples, but all hands are otherwise occupied.
Her eyes close as she goes along for the ride. Is it minutes or moments later that she starts gyrating? She doesn't know anymore. She's all consumed by the ebb and flow: pulling him in, letting him free to breathe, pulling him back, letting him go.
She starts shaking her head back and forth, her hair active with the jerky movements. She can hear herself moaning to the pace of his pleasuring; her pitch rising with each new wave, edging ever & ever closer to climax.
Suddenly she comes back to her conscious self and hastily moves away from him. He leans forward; she stops him with her hand. Oh God, he was only a few seconds away from getting me off.
Her breathing is quick and sharp. She looks down at him and sees his fully erect penis shining again with pre-cum. A wide joyful smile consumes her face.
She stretches as she gently commands him, "get on your knees Bae."
He rubs the back of his neck as he complies.
While his eyes were closed she turns around and doubles over, legs slightly apart. Then she pushes her cunt into his face.
He gasps in surprise.
She counters with lightly tapping his hanging balls with the crop.
"Ah!" he cries out, clearly shocked.
She chuckles at this then tells him, "grab my thighs. Make me cum Lover."
He doesn't wait a second. His hot hands feel like lava on her cold skin.
She moans with ecstasy as he digs his tongue as deep as he possibly can into her vagina. He strokes his tongue in and out, moving his whole torso back and forth, flicking it up, teasing her entrance.
"Yes... baby!" she gasps.
She feels the *** rushing to her head but she doesn't care. Instead all her focus is on teasing his cock with light rubs from the crop still in her hand; using it like an extended palm.
He moans at this, thusly sending lovely vibrations through his tongue.
"Oh," she exhales, "my," her inhale is sharp and loud, "God."
He starts going after her like a starving man: sucking on her (labia) lips then running his tongue up and down her slit.
She struggles to breathe but she couldn't... no she Wouldn't stop. Taking the crop off his dick, she starts gently rubbing circles underneath his balls, essentially tapping each one rhythmically.
He responds to this change of stimulation with taking his tongue and pushing it hard on her clitorus. She heard his deep breath just before a nearly intolerable throbbing omits from her clit; he hums in oscillating pitches.
The vibrations drive her wild! Her breathing becomes ever shorter, faster, until...
"Fuuuck!" she screams out.
She would've collapsed on her head if he hadn't caught her.
A part of her knows he's gathering her up, holding her close to him as she rides the wave of pure joy, but she's not really there with him at that moment; her being is awash with electric euphoria.
When she comes back to herself she feels his hard dick pressing on her, his warm breath crowning her head, his arms tenderly gripping her.
She looks up at him. With an almost childlike gleeful smile still consuming her face, as she asks him, "how many was that?"
"One," he whispers down to her, "Ma'am."
---End of part 3---

I understand this completely. Not because I had any master to please, but society at large. The first time I could truly, freely, do with my hair as I pleased (finally being outside of a corporate setting), I couldn't brave myself to dye it. It took me 2 years to finally do it, and as a ***kaboo Read more… nonetheless.
Expectations can be suppression in disguise. Expectations can make one lose touch with one's true self.
I felt this woman's confusion, deeply. Well done @pomonagirl. Brava!

Oh yes. This is very much a real sequence of events when you find the person you trust your whole self to. So beautifully portrayed.
Well done @Sir-Roaddogg72

Just, wow. Who wouldn't want to give you their treasure?
Poetry has always been elusive to me. But this, this was a joyful read. Well done @Steve78. Bravo!