Female Led Relationships

Obedience & Cunnilingus

By Sub hub

It started out very simply. “I have a headache. You do the dishes.” I had been married for a year and a half and my wife and I had shared the household duties about equally as we both worked full time. I didn’t think anything about it as I plunged in and did the dishes. I hadn’t noticed it was in the form of a command.

No please no will you. Just “You do the dishes.”

Like I said I didn’t think anything of it as I had always liked doing things for my lovely wife. She is incredibly beautiful. Intelligent. I am lucky. Well this was not the last time she was to command me to do something . I really didn’t notice that she was ordering me to do things. I just did them. It was really subtle at first. Not really often and she always had some reason not to do the chore. This went on for some time increasing in frequency as time went on. About a month and a half later we were watching a movie and just as the end came Lara {My wifes’ name is Lara} got up and she spilled a bowl of popcorn. “Vacuum that up I am going to bed.”

I did just that. Got out the vacuum and cleaned up. After I finished I went upstairs and was getting ready for bed . I disc- covered Lara naked on the bed pleasuring herself. My cock immediately began to respond. I had never seen her do that before . We had a really good sex life and I brought her to Orgasm on a regular basis. Usually with My tongue. I loved the taste of her.

I had never even thought of her masturbating. As I watched she looked up at me with a sly smile.

“I couldn’t help myself. You just turn me on. You have been so nice. I just can’t get over how you do things for me. It just makes me so horny. Thinking how you spoil Me. Come and take advantage. “My pussy is so wet and ready for your tongue just as you like it.” It didn’t take any more urging I was there naked head buried in her .I do love the taste of her .

I didn’t take long and she was Cumming on my face Somehow this orgasm seemed unusually intense for her.I had been rubbing my cock against the bed As I Licked so it was close to cumming now I plunged it into My wife as she was cumming it took only a couple of strokes and I had the most intense orgasm of our marriage.

The next morning i awoke with my wife’s hand around my cock. I was fully erect. Lara had that same sly smile on her face. “honey you are going to fix me breakfast and bring it back. It makes me so wet when you do things for me. How willing you are to please me. I want you erect while you do it To make you think about me waiting for you. “

With that she pushed me out of bed and iI was off to fulfill her wishes. I knew if She was anything like last night I was in for a treat. I was fully engorged the whole time I was cooking . Who wouldn’t be withe the most beautiful lady wet and waiting .

I fixed her favorite omelet and was on my way back upstairs. I again found her pleasuring herself when I returned .

Again she said it “it makes me so horny when you do as your told. I just can’t help myself.” She looked up with her sly smile.

” Come lick me Taste my juices Oh god I need to cum.”

My head was buried in her My tongue eager for her taste. Now I could smell her intoxicating aroma.It was all I could do to keep from cumming but I was able to hold it until she was consumed in orgasm . Again i plunged my cock in her cumming intensely almost immediately.

That became are routine for the next few months. She would order me to do things for her. Now I would become erect in response I would eagerly do the task and find her wet pussy waiting.Occasionally I would fuck her but usually I would use my tongue.

Then plunge into her and cum. I was having the best sex of my life. It was about this time 3 weeks before our second anniversary that i went upstairs after cleaning the kitchen that i found Lara on the bed a box of condoms in her hand. “put one on. I want little man in a sheath.” Lara had just named My cock little man.

I didn’t hesitate or ask anything, Following her orders had become second nature to me. I wondered what was up but saw Lara preparing herself for my tongue and was hard imediately and thinking nothing but pleasing Lara And how good it would be to taste her. Smell her . Feel her around me . I slipped little man into the proffered condom.

Lara looked up with her sly smile “we are going to try something a little different Tonight. After I cum I don’t want you to penetrate me. I want you to hump the mattress like you always do but don’t cum until I tell you to. I want you to concentrate on filling your condom with as much as you can . But not before I order it. Understand.”

As I had been conditioned to associate sex with her ordering me about, I understood. Lara knew too, my erection was at full staff now . I could only nod my head yes.

“Lick me now.” she ordered . and I did . Humping the mattress to the sound of her pleasure.As she came i was barely able to keep from release. Within a minute she grabbed my head looking directly into my eyes . ” cum now. cum hard and long. Fill that condom with little mans jism.’ The sound of Laras voice ordering me was to much I complied cumming long and hard When I was done I sat on the bed exhausted. Lara snuggled up close I could feel the softness of her flesh against me Thinking I was in heaven.

“Let me see it. Let me see how much you spurted” she looked down at my softening member. ” Oh Nice you must have been excited to cum on my command. ” She wrapped her hand around my shaft. Removing the condom carefully not to spill any of the semen.

She leaned over, Kissed me, told me she loved me and went to the bathroom to shower.

I lay there spent, content but wondering what was happening.

The next three weeks were just the same Me Licking her to orgasm . Little man spurting into a condom.

I loved My wife My sex life was fantastic.

Jesse was so excited. After he watching the infomercial “How to get gorgeous women to sleep with you” and dutifully sending off his $19.99 (plus shipping and handling of course) his tape had finally arrived! It is not of course that Jesse really needed the tape in reality. He was actually kind of attractive. Six foot three inches tall, 180 lbs., fairly muscular (he worked out regularly), but his confidence lately had been shaken. Jesse had been involved in a series of relatively long term encounters with beautiful women, all of which had ended badly. This shook the as before, very confident Jesse to his core and is usual winning ways with women eluded him.

Now when he approached some gorgeous babe at a bar, or wherever, he fumbled for words, looking quite the pathetic idiot. And pathetic and fumbling, regardless of what women tell you is NEVER an effective pick up strategy.

Jesse sat down and watched the tape, making careful notes on the section called “Opening lines that cannot fail”. All Saturday long Jesse prepared.

Armed now with (he thought) good technique he showered, shaved put on his tightest jeans and black T-shirt (all designed to highlight the chiseled body he had been working on). With a new confidence in his step, he got into his car and headed downtown to the club district. He was ready, and his mouth began to water as he thought of all the beautiful and hot women who would be his tonight. It is so sad that he was SOOOOOO wrong! As he sat casually in the bar (La Traviata) he with as much macho dispassion as the tape had instructed, surveyed the landscape. Man, was this place just completely jammed pack with gorgeous women. He was totally in heaven.

As he coolly scoped the room, his hungry eyes came upon Kim. What a beauty she was. She was a burgundy haired woman wearing a fairly revealing little black miniskirt. Her white blouse revealed ample breasts, so suckable he thought. But by far her best feature were her long luxurious legs. My god they simply did not stop. She was tall. Six feet in fact and those lovely legs just went on and on up into an ass that begged out for his oral attentions.

She too was coolly surveying the landscape. What got Jesse’s attention was on her left foot her black strappy sandal was dangling as she sat there with her legs crossed. God she was gorgeous! Jesse felt that old familiar stirring in his groin as he watched, totally mesmerized her every move.

She sat there, lazily rocking her leg back and forth, her sandal bouncing, dangling to the beat of the music. She was smoking a cheroot! How Freudian he thought as he imagined those thick ruby red lips engulfing his throbbing cock. Yes, she was the one! She would be the one he would approach and no other. What finally convinced him was eventually they made eye contact.

She glared at him, not in a menacing way but in a hungry way, the way a cat views a mouse, unblinking, unflinching, ready to pounce. Jesse felt his pulse rise as he sensed her eyes on him. With his stomach full of butterflies he made his approach.

Remember lesson 3, remember lesson 3, he chanted to himself as he walked up to her. “I am calling St. Peter” Jesse opened “Because obviously Heaven is missing an angel!”

It took all of Kim’s powers of concentration not to bust out laughing. My God, she thought to herself, that fucking book. Now here was a guy she would gladly have seduced, taken home and given the fuck of his life to and he had to go and be just another one of those pathetic dweebs buying a “how-to” manual for women. She was about to brush him off when that little devilish part of her brain spoke up. In the words of Susan Powter, it said, STOP THE INSANITY! She would allow this cloddish behavior to succeed, at least initially. Perhaps Jesse could be saved, saved from himself. He was after all, quite attractive and in some sort of bizarre materialistic instinct, Kim wanted to help him.

“HI!!!!” she responded with as much treacle cheerleaderesque fake girlish gusto as she could manage. Thus began the completely boorish tete-a-tete played right by the book. Man, she thought to herself as she saw Jesse struggle, he may have bad taste in advice, but he certainly is a quick study. You see, about three months ago, as a lark, Kim and her girl friends from work had bought this tape as a lark. Sort of a method to study up on the enemy so to speak, so she knew every line in the book and Jessey boy was going right down the list line by line. She, of course, armed also with the same dubious advice responded just as the book suggested these “gorgeous women” would respond. She touched his arm. She curled her hair around her finger and played with it, she giggled (although sometimes it was a struggle) at his lame jokes and not for one second did she take her eyes off of him.

Jesse on the other hand could not believe his luck! He kept thinking to himself as he saw his machinations working that that was the best $19.95 he had ever spent. As he was trying desperately to remember the lessons from “show her you are sensitive but no wimp” he completely went blank as he felt her bare foot begin snaking up his leg.

Kim chuckled as she saw Jesse begin to lose his composure. Sure she wasn’t playing fair. She had noticed him staring at her legs and her feet and so she knew she had him. She could do WHATEVER she wanted, he was doomed, but did not know it yet. As she wriggled her toes up his inner thigh and over his crotch, she felt his cock stir in its denim prison. She giggled as she noticed a few beads of sweat begin to form on Jesse’s head and run down his cheek. He was losing it, he was fumbling and she was enjoying every damn minute of it.

Jesse’s mind raced as he tried desperately to maintain control of himself, but MY GOD! This woman is tormenting him. Within five minutes his composure went from swing lounge lothario back to bumbling Jesse. He was thoroughly enjoying her podiatry work on his crotch, but was so afraid he was going to blow it. The book had made it quite clear that the secret to getting a gorgeous woman into your bed was to never lose control, and it was quite obvious, he was completely out of control. As he fumbled for words, Kim leaned over and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and pulled him to her.

“Take me home, NOW!” she hissed into his ear.

The drive to her apartment was all a blur. Jesse had a hard time concentrating on just keeping the car on the road, this woman was incredible. As he drove, she ran her hands up his shirt and began raking her long nails over his chest hair, tickling and teasing his nipples. Deftly she chewed on his ear as her tongue made little circles down his neck. Several times, Jesse had to jerk the car back onto the road as his eyes had rolled back into his head.

When they finally got to her place, Jesse was impressed. Her apartment was very tastefully decorated. In the center of her living room was a large fireplace and in front of that a big black leather couch, just begging to be used for some horizontal refreshments. Jesse grabbed her and kissed her deeply. He was so turned on he was practically crazed. Kim giggled and said “Not so fast stud, lets get comfortable! Now, I am going to go into the bedroom and put on something a little more, er, revealing, why don’t you just relax and sit down for a while.” Jesse nodded, unable to speak.

After a few minutes, Kim emerged and one could almost hear the sound of Jesse’s jaw hitting the floor. She was stunning. Her tall statuesque body was framed with a black silk teddy. Her cleavage just bubbled over and was so inviting. Those breasts, that hair, those eyes, and of course, those long long legs, Jesse was instantly enslaved. Kim plopped down on the couch and recrossed her legs.

Jesse could not keep his eyes off of her. Every inch of her was gorgeous. She was truly a goddess. He was planning on sending the producers of his tape a thank you note, when she reached up with her left toe and began to unzip his pants.

“Jesse” she cooed “Please get naked for me.”

That was all the encouragement Jesse needed. Clothes began to fly off of his body and before he knew it he was standing in front of her, totally stark naked, and completely erect. He was a bit shy so he tried vainly to hide his erection with his hands.

Ooooooh, Kim cooed with fake enthusiasm, such muscles. Although she was faking this conversation, she was impressed. Jesse was quite a specimen, the years of work at the gym showed on him, from his 6pack abs to his chiseled pectorals. She again raised her foot from the floor and shewed his hands away from his crotch. With both feet she gently prodded his balls, now dangling, obviously full of boiling cum. She enjoyed hearing Jesse’s breathing get heavier as her toes teased the tip of his cock.

“Do you want me Jesse” she giggled as she spread her legs wide for him. Her g-string barely concealed her wet snatch, and Jesse was delighted to see the wet stains on it. Laughing as she did it she raked her long nails down her legs and over her snatch. “ Do you want to make love to me tonight?”

Jesse almost burst into tears on the spot. He was so horny, he was overcome. “OH GOD YES!!!” he cried out, knowing that he had violated rule # 8, never let a woman know that she is driving you crazy. Without thinking he dropped to his knees and began licking her inner thigh.

Good boy, she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. With two flicks of her wrists she untied her panties and draped them over Jesses throbbing dick. The feel of the wet silk drove him mad as she slowly pulled them back and forth over him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body.

He dove into her pussy, so hungry, eager. Kim was so wet, she literally gushed! Her hot tasty juices were all over Jesse, on his face, up his nose, down his chin, he was covered in her. Kim removed her top and lazily began rubbing her nipples in-between her fingers as Jesse hungrily devoured her.

He wasn’t bad she thought, but needs work, as his tongue teased and pleased her clit. Alternating between hard sucking and light licking. She shuddered and twitched as he gave her sweet pussy one long luxurious lick after another, playfully teasing her hot little love knob with his mouth.

After a few minutes of this she could finally take no more, her thighs tensed up and clamped down on Jesse’s ears, nearly suffocating him as she cried out in a very pleasant, if blasé, orgasm.

Like a little puppy dog that wants to be rewarded for good behavior, Jesse stared up at her from in-between her legs, searching her face for some sign that she was satisfied. “Did you like that?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yes Jesse, I did, but…”

“But?” Jesse replied. She, sensing this consternation, reached down and cradled his face in her hand. “Yes Jesse, that was very good, but I want more, will you give me more, will you do as I say? I want to please you now! Give you something you have never had!”

Crazed with lust Jesse agreed. Hell, at that moment, Jesse would have agreed to anything.

“OK, now stand up for me, and put you hands behind your back and close your eyes.” Jesse complied, ready to have the what he guessed would be the blow job of his life, his eyes quickly opened as he heard the click of the cuffs and felt the cool steel of the manacles around his wrists.

“What are you doing!” he cried.

“Shhhhhh, be calm Jesse!” Kim reassured as she gingerly cupped his balls in her hand. “I told you I was going to give you something you have never had, and I am. I am going to train you in how to please a woman. It is obvious to me that you bought that stupid tape because of some lack of confidence in yourself. Well, do not fear Jesse. When I am through with you, you will no longer have any trouble with women once you learn some basic truths.”

“But, but, but, Pleasssssssse, I am so horny, please let me cum” He begged, his cock now hot to the touch throbbing in the palm of her hand.

“HEHE, well Jesse, I am afraid I am not going to be able to let you cum for a while” she cackled “But trust me, you will cum, if you are a good study.”

“Now, time for lesson one – Pussy rules all!” With that she plopped back down on the couch and pulled Jesse’s mouth back onto her. Jesse, realizing he was whooped, but actually not at all sad about it, eagerly began to lick her sweet snatch again. Jesse was glad to have found an eager teacher and he was a most eager student.

“Oh, and by the way Jesse” she moaned as he continued slurping away on her lucious coos “This is the first lesson of 200, so I hope you don’t have any plans for the next week! But once you graduate, we will take care of your little problem there” she laughed as she smacked his hard dick with her foot.

Jesse groaned as he continued lapping away. Bound and horny for a week.

How would he ever survive.

I called ahead and told you how I wanted you when I got home from work. You’re to be naked, wearing your collar with the leash attached. You were a little confused by my tone – I was brusque with you. When you asked me what was up, I said “Just do it, Alan” almost in a snarl.

You hear my car pull up and you go to the door, as I told you to do. When I come in you look at me expectantly. I look you over, my eyes hard. I hand you my purse and coat and go sit in my armchair. You put the purse and coat away and come over to stand beside me. “Down” I say, pointing to the floor in front of me. You drop to your knees.

“Take off my shoes and rub my feet,” I order you, leaning back in the chair. You hurry to comply. While you are rubbing my feet, I tell you about my day. “I’ve just had the wildest day,” I tell you, “Phone ringing all day, problems all over the place, arguing with vendors… A completely frustrating day. I’m wound about as tight as I can get.”

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

A nasty smile plays over my lips. “I’m so glad you asked…”

I kiss you long and hard, pressing my body up against you, then strap the ballgag around your head and move over to the toy rack. There are spreader bars between your ankles and between your wrists, your arms held over your head by the rope over the rafter. I come back to where you are tied, suede whip in my hand. My face is grim, determined, my eyes seem to look through you.

I hold the whip up for you to hang on to for me while I gather my hair back into a ponytail. Your eyes get wide – I only do this when I’m serious. I take the whip from you and look at you… slowly walking around to stand behind you. You feel my head on your back – my cheek pressed against your shoulder, hands pressed to your sides. A few deep breaths and I move away.

Thwack!

The suede tails hit your buttocks. Noticeably harder than my usual warm-up stroke. I cover your back and bottom with strokes of the whip until they are warm and pink. My hand runs over your back, caressing the faint stripes.

I walk around and look at your face. Your eyes look at me, hungry and wondering. I stroke your face and go take the blindfold off the rack. I don’t want your heart right now, I want your body, and I can see your heart in your eyes.

You wince as the whip hits your chest. You’re not used to me flogging your front side – it has taken you by surprise. The whip covers the front of your body from your chest to your thighs, making you jump when it hits your tender nipples.

I leave you briefly to go back to the toy rack. When I come back to you, my hand wraps around your sack. I pull hard, biting your neck to hear you moan and feel you struggle. A second after I move away you feel the leather strap hitting your chest. I cover your body with slaps from the strap, red imprints appear on your fleshy parts where I’ve hit you hard.

When I get back from the next trip to the toy rack, you hear a swish in the air. I’ve only used the cane on you once before, and very lightly.

“I’m going to take the gag out,” I whisper in your ear. “Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. Understand?”

You nod, and I remove the gag. You stretch your jaw, but say nothing.

The cane strikes your buttocks and you gasp. It lands again, this time on your thighs.

I strike your legs and bottom, harder and harder until you cry out, then back off slightly and continue covering your bottom and thighs with welts from the cane.

We’ve both had enough.

I remove your blindfold, remove the bars and cuffs from your ankles and wrists. We sink to the thickly padded floor and curl up in each others arms, holding each other tight.

“Thank you….” I whisper.

By Blair

This was originally written for the Disciplinary Wives Club:

My mother introduced me to this sight, and it has helped me a lot in my relationship with my fiance Tony. I am in my early 20’s, and we had been engaged for four months with everything going wonderful — he is a gentlemen, as my Dad is. That is one of the reasons I picked him. But I knew that before we got married I was going to have to talk to him about spanking him when he is bad or mean to me.

I grew up in a spanking house, and my mom was always the one who did the spanking. She was in charge of the house. My Dad worked hard and suported the family. He paid the bills and decided what kind of car to buy and did all the yardwork. But when it came to atitude and to things inside the house — like cleaning up — my mom was definitely in charge.

I am the oldest, and I only remember her spanking me ONCE, while my brothers got it a lot. And what she spanked me for was letting my brothers run wild while I was babysiting them! We knew that she spanked my Dad, though she never did it in front of us. But she would say things like, “I will tend to you when we get home…” or “Go up to the bedroom and wait for me.” And she had no problem saying that in front of others. Once during a Thanksgiving meal we were hosting 15 relatives and my Dad started making turkey jokes and she told him to excuse himself from the table and go upstairs. After the main meal was over and people were eating their pie, she excused herself, and when the two of them came back down 10 minutes later his face was very red (as I’m sure his behind was). He didn’t ever get to finish his meal, either. Though our bedrooms were downstairs and she always made us stay downstairs when she sent him up to their bedroom, we still could sometimes hear swats.

So … I went to my mom and asked her how to introduce spanking to Tony. I told her that I knew Tony had been spanked as a child, so he did know something about it. She asked me if I had ever spanked him.

She already knew we were having sex, so I said a couple of times during foreplay (which definitely made him rock hard, though I did not say that)and also sometimes when he rarely misbehaved I would give him a light tap on the butt. But with all his cloths on. She said that the best way she knew was that if I were angry with him I should refuse to have sex the next time he wanted it and tell him that I did not feel like being sexual with him until he had been punished for his recent behavior. “He will want the sex so badly that he will agree to almost anything,” my mom said. And I soon found she was right!

She also told me to read every word at this sight, and to get a large hairbrush, the oldfashion kind.

I have now been spanking Tony for two months and we get married in two months more (January) and he accepts me as a disciplinary wife. Even though our relationship has always been great, he now is even more poilte and atentive then before — which I didn’t think was even possible, he is such a great guy. But I am mainly doing this because I know how some men get after marriage, when they start to take the wife for granted, and I want to make sure I have a way to stop that from ever happening. And I believe that spanking is the way!

It has to be the first time I spanked Tony, just two months ago. After talking to my mon and reading through this sight, I waited until he did something I didn’t like — which was picking me up very late to go to a party. He had a pretty good excuse — he had to work late — but he never called and I sat there in my party cloths for almost an hour. So I told hime we would go to the party but we would “deal with this” after. At the party I was very cool to him, talking with my girlfriends and even some other guys. He kept hanging around me hoping for atention, and telling me how pretty I looked. We headed to his place after, which is where we make love, and on the way he asked me what was wrong. I said, “I am upset with you.” He asked why. I said, “You should know,” and didn’t say anymore, though he asked me to explain. We got to his house and it was late and what we usually would do is go to bed. I would go in the bathroom and change into something sexy, and he would strip and get under the covers. I had read here that it is best to have the guiy completely naked and this seemed the best way. So I went in the bathroom and waited about 10 minutes, still in my party dress, and came out holding my hairbrush that I had been keeping in my purse. He was under the covers with his cloths on his dresser. He looked a little surprised when he saw me in my dress and even more surprised when he saw the hairbrush. I went over and pulled back the covers and there he was naked and already hard.

“I am not going to have sex with you until after we deal with your behavior,” I said, pointing at him with the hairbrush.

“What behavior?” he asked. He tried to pull up the covers but I held them in my other hand.

“You tell me,” I said.

I then asked him to sit on the edge of the bed and when he hesitated I pulled him into a sitting position, still naked. I went and pulled out the little chair at the dressing table he had bought for me, and I sat on it in the middle of the room.

“Do you mean being late from work?” he asked, and he started to explain why he had to be late, but I interrupted and asked him what excuse he had for not calling. He said he had just forgotten.

“So is that polite behavior?” I asked. He said no.

“Is that any way to treat your future wife?” I asked. He said no.

“Then come over hear and take your punishment,” I said.

He reluctantly stood up and came my way, saying, “THen can we have sex?” I tried not to laugh and said, “We’ll see how sorry you are.”

“You’re not really going to use that, are you?” he asked, pointing at the hairbrush.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “I bought it for just this purpose. And if you want any chance of getting what you want, you’ll take it all.”

I then told him to bend over my knees. He looked at me with a sorry look, but he did bend over. I could tell that one part of him was very excited, and I hoped to get rid of that.

I locked my right leg over his, as I have seen in some of the pictures, and began whapping him with the hairbrush, as hard and fast as I could.

He yelled and said, “That’s too hard,” but I kept on going. He started to struggle to get off my lap and I stopped spanking.

“You stay where you are or we will not make love until our wedding night,” I said. That was four months away and I knew he would be miserable.

“Do we have to do this?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “You have not even begun to be sorry for what you did to me, but you will be!” I then started spanking again, and while he was moaning and yelling, he did not try to get away. I kept scolding him about being late and not calling and being rude to me, and as I hit him with the hairbrush he started saying he was sorry and he would never be late again but I kept going.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked. I had read somewhere here to have us both refer to him as a boy.

“Yes!” he shouted but I kept on going until he was sobbing and saying over and over, “I’ll be a good boy. I promise. I’m sorry. I’ll never forget to call again.” First he was shouting it but I kept going and he started crying, then he was saying it in almost a whisper.

“Stand up,” I said, and when he did I could see he was no longer aroused.

“Go stand in that corner,” I said, “while I change.”

He got a look like he was not going to the corner, but I pointed with the hairbrush and he went. He looked so cute in the corner with his bright red butt that I started to get aroused myself! I changed out of my dress and into a see-through robe (and nothing else) and went out and sat on the bed on top of the covers, my back to the headboard. I know he wanted to turn around but he was a good boy and didn’t. I told him to come to the end of the bed. “It pleases me that you took your spanking well,” I said. “Now come please me in another way that you already know how.”

And he did!

By Mukim

As a single guy of 22 back in the late sixties I had a femdom experience I shall never forget. My planned summer holiday day to Spain with Jack my best friend fell through at the last minute and I could not even get a refund. I was noaning to a girl called Claire who worked in the Office next door. She has fallen out with her boyfriend a her holiday plans too were ruined. She explained she was going to stay in a Caravan in Devon but she was now without a car. She was a very striking slim brunnete and had an assertive manner. She asked me if I drove and had a car. I said yes, and then she suggested we holidayed together in Devon. I could hardly believe my luck. We talked of our plans in more detail in her flat and she said she felt safe with me, it seemed all the girls thought I was polite and cute and would be their ideal brother figure. She explained further that she wanted my company, she liked me very much but did not fancy me in any way and made me promise I would be a gentleman and treat her with respect for the two weeks we would be together in a small two bedroomed caravan. I agreed although I sighed inwardly thinking how drop dead gorgeous she was. Then to by acute embrassement she told me I must promise not to masturbate during our two week period together because such behaviour freaked her out. I turned bright red with embrassment saying I had no intention of doing so. Inside my pants my six inch cock was beginning to stir and with her talk of masturbation it grew hard and my balls ached. I prayed she would not notice. When the holiday came we were blessed with good weather. There was a beach near the caravan and we went there everyday. She wore a tight bikini, she had two, one blue, one red. We played with a beach ball on the sand like kids, she was great fun. If we walked into the local village she would hold my hand and I would buy a paper as quickly as possible to hard my constant erections which pushed against the fabric of my shorts. Those walks were wonderful and after the third day she seemed to grow more and more affectionate giving me light kisses and light spanks to my bottom to guide me into a shop of her choice. It was the best holiday of my life apart from the increasing sexual frustration. At night with Claire sleeping next door I just held my cock which again was huge and aching. I felt so miserable there was no relief. we were there for two weeks, on the Monday of the second week it got so bad on the beach watching in her micro bikini that I swan out a long way and at last the cold sea water shrunk my cock. On my way back she ran to me and wrapped her arms around me, ‘you were gone such a long time David I was getting worried.’ She kissed me affectionately and I kissed her back holding her slim body gently in my arms. She felt so good and my erection was back worse than ever I was beginning to think the beast felt would burst through my trunks. That night in the Caravan she cooked me a light supper and poured me a glass of red wine, it was still warm and she wore a dressing gown tied tightly around her waist with nothing underneath. I wore some shorts and had postioned a paperback over my lap to hide yet another painfull erection. She sat down beside me and placed her gentle hand on my kneee, I nearly came there and then. ‘You have been very good.’ she said but I can see your are suffering looking at my lap with a cheeky grin on her face. I laughed trying to make a joke of my embrassment, inwardly I wanted to cry. ‘Why don’t you take it out and stroke it for me and I will watch.’ ‘No, I thought you were freaked out about masturbation.’ I replied. She then told me it was ok because I had her permission, it is the men who creep away and do it that are the pervs she told me. I still resisted, I was a nice middle class boy, a virgin and masturbation was still a very taboo subject back them. ‘Come on David, no need to be shy.’ then she undid her dressing gown reavealing her beautiful small but firm breasts. I gasped, then pulled down my trunks and started to pump furiuosly. ‘No no. not like an animal David , nice and slowly for me and don’t cum.’ I wanked slowly for her my balls were aching. ‘Please,’ I was begging now it was so humliating. ‘I don’t think it would be very polite to pruduce that horrible white sticky stuff in front of a lady, when you think you are about to come, stop, calm down and then we will start again.’ I could not believe my ears and after ten minuets of stop and start I placed my head down on her naked thighs and sobbed with frustration. She kissed me gently and then pulling her dressing gown around her got up went to the small fridge and brought over a mug of ice cubes. She place them around my huge cock, I nearly came again put then my erection calmed down until my cock lay soft between my thighs. ‘There, there,’ she said, ‘you see David you didn’t really need to do that horrible messy business, if you are a good boy I will let you play with it tomorrow, but remember no messy squirting.’

When I go to visit my mistress and lover, I have some anticipation of what shoes or boots she might be wearing, but am usually surprised at what is on her feet, as I think she likes to not do the obvious. In this way, I have slowly been transformed from a rather traditional black high heeled boot type of fetishist, to one oriented to the eroticisation of what my mistress chooses to wear.

Her tastes run from flowery espadrille wedges, to colorful, dirty sneakers, to pink patent, pointy toed flats, to brown suede ankle boots with a side zip and kitten heel, to purple pull on over the knee platform boots, thick, strappy, high heeled sandals, and yes, the traditional fetish garb of black leather boots with heels of varying character and height… sinister to playful.

As I press the doorbell on her apartment, I wait to hear her steps towards the door to buzz me in, over the street noise, and try to visualize what shoes are making that tapping sound on the bare wood floor… soft or hard, sandals, wedges, boots? I can usually tell a high heel from a wedge, but never the exact shoe itself.

She regularly ‘introduces’ me to her shoes as part of our play, telling me where she got them, pointing out their qualities that she likes, and dislikes, posing her feet all the while. Shoes that I am ‘introduced’ to require not only that she orgasm while wearing them, but the foreplay usually involves me sitting or kneeling on the floor before her while I fondle, and caress her shod feet, while we discuss their virtues, and then begin to kiss, lick, and generally savor the sense of losing myself into the thrilling lust of total fetish worship of my mistresses attire, while she runs her hands through my hair, gently pressing me against the objects of my desire. In short, whatever is on her feet is my passion, to place my mouth on, to wet with my tongue, to taste, to lick clean, to smell, to kiss, and to have her watch me in this act of humbling, intimate, worship.

My fetishistic boundaries have been truly stretched by this shift from my personal fantasies to serving the desires of an erotically powerful woman with a playful sense of footwear. Some of her shoes have a rubbery scent and taste, others are more leathery, and some are in between, with my mistresses own salty essence as a part of it.

Regardless, great joy is experienced when my tongue is sliding across her straps, soles, soft leather, slippery patent, wedges, high heels, places where her feet have moistened, soiled, and stained through the wearing.

I lose myself in the act, and savor the most subtle and intimate flavors and scents of her feet and shoes.

She sometimes triggers my orgasm through the position of her footwear, and the proximity to my mouth and nose, bringing me to rapid ejaculation by rubbing her footwear against my face when she wishes me to orgasm, and keeping them away when she wants to me to keep up a steady rhythm for her own pleasure.

We have over the years evolved a true symbiotic relationship of sorts, where she’s trained me to please her in many ways, with my mouth, my hands, and more traditional means, and because of her own interest in shoes, and my utter, fetishistic, devotion to women’s footwear, we each are fulfilled. She knows that I have an overwhelming desire to lick and smell her shoes and feet, and has made the most of it.

As the journey has progressed I’ve come to realize that the act of pleasuring my mistress is the greatest reward. I used to consider myself exclusively a boot, shoe, and foot slave, but I have very much become a pussyslave, and am unbelievably aroused by the taste and smell of her.

But that is straying off topic, and I must end this note.

I sat in the chair in my dungeon I call my throne. High back, black crushed velvet on the seat and back, intimidating. I sit and look at my victim. At least, I’m thinking of him in that way right now.

Tied, tightly, bent over a bondage table.

Naked, feet tied apart, arms bound in front of him, blindfolded, and gagged. I like what I am seeing. He’s breathing heavily.

I’ve played hard with him. I haven’t used everything in my dungeon. Well, maybe one of almost everything.

I’ve been in a mood. It’s my sadistic mood. It’s not satisfied yet.

Last thing I did was spanking. The position demanded it. First the leather paddle I like the best, about 12 inches long, 4 inches wide. It’s been so well used that the metal in the center bends slightly, and I have to keep turning it over to balance out the lean. I use it over and over. His cheeks turn slighly red.

Then the wooden paddle that’s also a favorite. Almost the same size, but walnut. Hand made, by someone who wanted it used on them. I was happy to oblige. It reminds me of a school paddle.

The leather was a warm up. The wood is demanding, hard to take. I demand a lot.

Red cheeks. Beet red. He shudders when I take one finger and run the fingernail across the tortured flesh. Then my palm against his flesh. I can feel the warmth. I smile.

I want more. I start again. I take my time. One cheek, then the other, then back again. I give him time to handle each blow. I watch his reactions to see when he’s ready for another. I wait a little too long, or hit a little too quickly. I don’t want him to anticipate the blow.

I am building to a peak. I stop, and put down the paddle. I move behind him, putting my body up against his red ass. I grab his hips with my hands. He whimpers. He’s at my mercy. There is no way he can escape my bondage. Not that he wants to.

I picture him bound to the bench, scooting it down the street, trying to escape. Of course, he’d not make it out the door. I laugh.

I lean down so that he can feel my body against his back, my torso against his butt. I grab his hair and pull back. I want him to feel my power. I want him to feel vulnerable. He does. I take my time releasing his hair.

Then I step back. His whimper says he wants me back. But I’m not ready to give him what he wants. Not yet.

I take my hand and rub his cheeks. I use my nails, softly, rubbing up and down and across. Then my palm, slowly, lingering. He moans in his gag.

The first slap startles him and he jumps. I begin my assault on his already sore, already tortured ass. I’ve just been getting him ready for this. It doesn’t hurt my palm at first to hit him. I keep at it until my palm begins to sting.

I want to quit. It hurts me. But I don’t want to quit. It’s hurting him. I push through the pain. It hurts. It feels good. I keep at it. I listen to each blow fall. The sound is either good, or not. I like it when it sounds good. I’m hitting him hard.

He’s moaning now, and I know that I am pushing him. He’s close to the edge. I don’t stop. I slow down and keep him there. He’s at the wall. I stop, finally. The tension in his body eases.

Then I begin to touch him again. His ass cheeks, then slip my hand between his legs. His cock is hard. I squeeze his balls. I move my hand up and down on his cock. He likes this. I stop.

This was when I sat down in my chair, thinking about what comes next. I am in a high state of energy. He’s waiting. He’s deep in sub space. I own him. I can do anything to him, anything. He can’t stop me.

I reach down and pick up the leather harness and strap it on, seeing that it’s positioned the way I want. I open the condom package, and slide it on, I take the KY, and grease up my cock, then wipe off my hands.

I stand up and get behind him. He can feel the coldness as I position the dildo in just the right place. He’s already moaning softly. He loves it. He hates it. I ease it in, slowly, allowing his muscles to relax, taking my time. I’m in no hurry.

I find the right depth. Then begin to move my hips. I can feel it. I can feel my cock, sensations beginning in my sex. It’s not just a thing I’ve strapped on. It’s a part of me. I have a cock. It works. It makes me hot.

I move in and out, finding a rhythym. The feelings increase. I’m moaning. He’s moaning. I’m panting. My movements increase. My orgasm is getting close. My movements get faster. I can feel it building.

The spasms begin. I’m over the edge. I’m taking him with me, taking him to his own orgasm.

Finally, I stop. I pull out of him, take off the leather harness, and sit down in my chair. I need a few minutes, to sit and feel. My body feels good.

I leave him bound, blindfolded, and gagged. He’s waiting.

He doesn’t hear me step behind him. My hand closes on his hard cock, my hard cock. I own it. I own him. He moans again, as I rub my hand up and down, moving just past the blood engorged head of his cock – my cock. I’m not through yet.