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FemDom

By: EzRyeter



My back is against the wall, I'm naked except for my black 4 inch stilettos and red satin bikini panties, which are down around my ankles, stretched taught between my long slightly parted legs. the cotton crotch on full display at my feet. I stare down at my naked slave with my emerald green eyes and point at my undies with a French manicured index finger. My slave dutifully crawls to me on hands and knees and puts his mouth over the moist panties. I made him bring me to orgasm with his mouth through my panties when he first arrived, and now he is commanded to lick my cream from the garment. As he cleans my lingerie with his mouth, I let a long stream of piss rain down on the back of his head. He's practiced enough to know not to stop licking. I shift my hips and pee down his naked back.

When I'm finished, I take the long cane I'm holding in my left hand and whack him on his ass. This is the only command he needs to stop cleaning my panties and begin licking up any pee that might have gotten onto my legs, feet or shoes. He cleans me quickly and thoroughly, making sure to get every last drop. I indulge his foot fetish and let him linger on my toes a little. He knows he has other work so he leaves my feet and looks up at me before he dares move his mouth toward my pussy. No words need be spoken. I nod once, and he buries his face in my cunt. I'm not completely shaven, but I keep myself neat down there, I like watching him look up at me through my short brown curlies. He laps eagerly at my pussy, running his tongue between the folds of my wet twat and up over my clitty. He's not allowed to use his hands, but he's good enough at eating me out that he doesn't have to. I writhe on his tongue, pushing my body down onto his face, willing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He is relentless, which is how I taught him to eat pussy. Several minutes of his dedicated effort brings me to a hard orgasm. I shudder over top of him as I slicken his lips, nose and chin with my wetness. Once I'm satisfied I reluctantly push his face away from my crotch and step out of my panties. 

Setting the cane aside, I pick up the end of the leash attached to his slave collar and turn around; I reach the leash through my legs and pull his face into my ass. I bend a little at the waist and support myself with my free hand against the wall. My submissive nuzzles me for a moment; he's an ass man and loves it when I give him this treat. It isn't long however, before he remembers that his tongue is required to lick my crevice and my tight asshole. I use the leash to pull him tight when I want him to suffer, and let go a little when he needs to breath. He'd gladly suffocate in my rear or the folds of my pussy, but he's much more useful alive.

His tongue feels good slurping at my backside, so I revel in the moment as he services my rear. I've trained him to be an expert analingist and I make him please me for as long as I can stand it. I use my free hand to masturbate, rubbing my throbbing clit and sliding my fingers into my extremely moist pussy. For the most part, his tongue is to remain impaled in my asshole, but he takes an opportunity to lick and kiss the curve of my perfectly heart shaped derrière from time to time.

Aside from his slave collar and leash, the only other thing my slave is allowed to wear when he is at my mercy is a butt plug. I like to keep him stretched out so he's ready to take my strap on cock whenever I like. He's learned to love it, and love it he does. When I ask if he wants to be fucked in the ass, he always responds with an emphatic "Yes Mistress!"

When my ass has been thoroughly worshipped, I make him put my strap on harness around my hips and strap it to my thighs and waist. He's learned with the help of lots of swats on the ass, just how tight it needs to be to stay around my sexy lithe body and yet not be uncomfortable to wear. As he puts the toy around my body, I pull my long brown hair into a pony tail, it's about to get steamy! Once it's on me, I tell him to get into whatever position happens to strike my fancy, usually its bent over a table with his legs spread, balls dangling free between his thighs. I usually tug on them a little and make him squirm. A few slaps of the ass go a long way toward reminding him that he isn't my lover, he is my property. I remove the plug but not before I twist and turn it in his rectum, then pull it out only to shove it back in again a few times. He breathes a sigh of relief when the widest part slips past his sphincter for the final time. He breathes a sigh of both agony and delight as I drive my faux cock deep into my slave's ass without warning.

He is required to thank me for fucking him; after all, I get little pleasure out of wearing a piece of plastic and driving in and out of his ass, just the pressure of it against my pelvic bone and pussy. I do enjoy seeing him this way though, taking my cock like a slut in and out over and over. It's 7 inches long and his butt has been trained to swallow the whole thing for as long as it pleases me to sodomize him. I like to take my time and drive the big dick in slowly. I tease him about what a slut he is, and make him tell me how much he likes being fucked in the ass. He moans and squirms and pushes his rear back to meet my thrusts. When he's too loud, or two eager, or if I just feel like it; I slap his ass cheeks with my hands, spanking him as I fuck him. I like to see the red imprint of my hand on his bright white ass. These aren't love taps, I'm giving my bitch the spanking he deserves, and that he craves.

Eventually I work myself into a steady pounding rhythm. I ease off the spanking and use both my hands to grip his hips pulling him into me as I push the dick into his slutty little butt. We're both starting to get sweaty as the room heats up. He's allowed to touch himself while I fuck his ass, but he is absolutely forbidden to cum until I say so. I never let him shoot his load when my dick is in his ass, unless I have in on his back so I can watch him shoot it on his stomach.

When he's bent over, and I'm taking him doggy style, he gets his cock rock hard and begs me to cum. I pull the fake dick out of his ass and tell him to un-strap me and then order him to pick up my panties. I take a seat in my easy chair and watch him as he uses my already nasty panties to masturbate. He has to do it standing up in front of me. I love watching him play with his big dick and I have to fight the urge to let him fuck me. I put my own hand between my thighs and start to play with myself a little as I watch the head of his dick disappear and reappear in and out of my girly panties. I playfully scold him for watching me masturbate without permission.

He gets flabbergasted and apologizes profusely. Of course men can't do two things at one time, so I have to remind him to keep stroking his dick while he grovels. He apologizes again and regains his masturbatory rhythm. Giggling to myself I give him permission to watch me touch myself, as long as he keeps stroking that cock of his.

Watching me adds to his arousal, and I have to admit being turned on watching him. Eventually he is ready to cum. He is required to ask for permission and he does. I grant him his wish, with the caveat that all his cum must stay in my panties. I threaten severe punishment for leaking his man cream on my floor. He takes a moment to secure my underwear around his dick and starts to pump himself furiously.

When he cums, his whole body jerks wildly and he doubles over as the blood rushes away from his extremities and right to the center of his naked body. His mouth opens wide as if to release a moan that ends up being caught in his throat. I watch my underwear darken as he fills them with his cream. Most times he catches all of it, if for any reason he misses some, he must lick it up with his tongue while I swat his ass with my crop.

I take the cum soaked panties from him and shove them in his mouth, making sure the wet spots get right on his tongue. I grab him by the leash and lead him over to bed and have him lie on his back. I pull the chain that is suspended above the bed down. A spreader bar is attached to it, and I fasten each of his ankles into a strap at either side of the bar. With his legs parted and suspended above him, I have a great view, and more importantly access to my slave's ass, cock, balls, and thighs.

I grab a riding crop and at first I just caress his exposed back side. I tell him he'll be spanked until he gets his cock hard again. He grabs his flaccid dick and starts to play with himself. I begin to spank his butt. The combination of having just had an orgasm and being spanked makes it very hard for him to bring himself to erection. I get to swat his ass for a long time. Eventually; when his ass is a bright shade of crimson, and the moans coming from his panty gagged mouth become too much to bear, I pity him and help him out by reaching between his thighs and taking his dick in hand. The touch of his Mistress' hand does the trick and he's usually hard in only a few strokes.

He remembers his lessons and offers mumbled gratitude through the panties in his mouth. I lower the chain, and allow his legs to rest on the bed. I remove his ankle restraints and return the chain to its place over the bed. Using silk scarves I tie each of his wrists to the bed posts. I mount him, straddling his body and lowering my sopping cunt onto his erection. 

It's my turn to get fucked and I ride him like a woman possessed, all this dominating has turned me on and I want to cum again and again. His wonderful cock fills me and I don't know if the pounding of his manhood into my pussy, or the look of sheer obedience and servitude in his eyes makes me wilder. This isn't love making, this is fucking; I moan heavily every time I fully impale myself on his throbbing hard cock. 

He's not just lying there mind you, his hips rise to meet mine and his own moans, dampened by my dirty underwear, fill the room with mine as we lust for one another. I scratch my nails down his chest, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to take his skin, as I climax atop my sex slave.

I keep riding him through my orgasm, pulling the panties from his mouth I order him to cum, and he does as he is told, shooting warm man cream into my already over stimulated cunt. I rise off of his body and scoot up the bed until my knees are resting on his biceps. I lower my soiled pussy to his mouth and remind him to be gentle as he cleans his seed from my super sensitive cunt.

When I'm satisfied, I slip off of him and off the bed; we've made quite a mess of the room, my toys and each other. I untie him and send him to draw a bath. He knows exactly how I like it and when he tells me it's ready, I slip into the hot soapy bath water. I might command him to bathe me, but most often I send him to clean the room. He completes his chores quickly and thoroughly, he has to be back to rinse and dry me before my bath water cools. 

He uses a heated towel and brings me my big comfy robe. When I'm all warm and dry, I leave him to attend to himself as I head off to inspect his chores. Once satisfied that everything is clean and in its proper place, I head to the living room to sip on a glass of wine and await my slave. He is allowed only minutes to clean himself and present himself for inspection.

When he arrives before me on hands and knees I look over is naked body and insure that he's up to my expectations. The only evidence of our playtime is the red marks I've left on his ass with my crop, cane and bare hands. I tell him what a good boy he is and return the butt plug to his ass where it belongs. I allow him to dress, and watch as he slips on his "big girl panties", pink satin with lace ruffles. Then he gets into his business suit, getting ready to return to a world where he is in charge. I step in and knot his tie for him around his neck, expertly pulling the knot and adjusting it on his collar. He thanks me and wishes me well; I give him a friendly kiss on the cheek and squeeze his butt playfully. He discreetly takes the envelope from his inside jacket pocket and lays it on the table by the door as he leaves.

I love my job!

Femdom Arrives In Saudi Arabia



In the Muslim world, a woman's life depends on the men in her life, first her father and later her husband and any son who might issue from her womb. This holds especially true in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the venerable Heartland of Islam. 

I thank Allah for giving me a husband as kind-hearted and loving as my dear Mahmoud. Now, he may be strange, but he is good to me. I think his strangeness has to do with the time he spent living in Canada. Whatever it is, I've learned to not only live with it but to enjoy it. 

My sisters live with men who are cold, domineering and stifle their spirits and ambitions. My husband and I are moving to Ontario after Ramadan, where I will begin my university studies. He's put me in intensive English language classes as preparation, and my instructors say I'm doing fairly well. I can't wait to begin my new life in Canada. My name is Maymuna Suleiman-Khalid and I have a story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. The tale of how I found that rarest of blessings, true love, albeit with a very strange man.

I have known my husband Mahmoud my whole life, I think. From the moment I was born in the City of Najran we've been neighbors. His father Ali Khalid works in the oil and gas industry, and my father, Kader Suleiman works for the Saudi Arabian government as a high-ranking Cleric in the Ministry of Security. Our mothers are friends. 

Mahmoud's mother Ayaan is of Ethiopian descent. His father is of course pure Saudi. I guess that makes Mahmoud half black and half Arab. To some people such differences matter but not me. He'll always be my little buddy. My mother Saleema is half Saudi and half Yemeni. Mahmoud and I used to play together when we were younger, since our families were so close. 

In fact, we were born the same day. February 5, 1990. If that wasn't a sign of things to come, I don't know what is. I thought my dear Mahmoud and I would be together forever, and despaired when I found out his parents were moving away. Without my favorite brown-skinned, hairy little buddy, life would be too dull to contemplate. The day Mahmoud and his parents moved to Ontario, Canada, I think I cried a river's worth of tears. July 2, 2004. I remember like it was yesterday. My parents had to restrain me when Mahmoud and his parents got in their car and drove away.

I wept for my old friend, but he never came back. Eventually I moved on. When I turned eighteen, I enrolled at the prestigious King Abdullah University of Science and Technology, the only coeducational, western-style institution in the entirety of Saudi Arabia. A place where women students could study beside men in the same classes, and we were also allowed to wear western-style clothing. 

At that school I met girls and women from places like South Africa, Nigeria, Lebanon, Brazil, Ethiopia, and even western nations like England and France. The daughters of wealthy Europeans living and working in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia attend this school in great numbers because all the others are burka central, to quote the favorite expression of an old classmate of mine.

Studying at the King Abdullah University gave me a taste of the west, and I wanted more. I pleaded with my parents to send me to study abroad, but my father refused. You see, my father works for the Saudi government and as a government official he's got an image to maintain. 

Men are all about their image, I swear. It simply wouldn't be good form for him to appear liberal at a time when Saudi society is feeling pressure to change from outside forces and is thusly quite defensive and paranoid. Also, terrorism is a big problem in Saudi Arabia. Many radicals feel that by cooperating with American and European officials, the Saudi government is behaving in a manner that's anti-Islamic, and thus has no legitimacy. Those radicals are responsible for the 9/11 bombings. The average Saudi citizen doesn't hate the west. We're too busy living our lives.

Anyhow, the summer of my twentieth birthday, I despaired because my father wanted me to marry an old friend of his, a sixty-year-old Islamic preacher named Mohammed Zahran. A legendary sheikh among Sunni Muslim worshippers in the City of Najran. Lucky for me, he died before anything could be finalized. I know I shouldn't wish death upon anyone but I'm glad the old buzzard croaked. Sorry but that's just the truth!

The idea of playing wife to a dirty old man didn't appeal to me. Especially since Mohammed Zahran had three other wives. I would have been wife number four. Thanks but no thanks. After Mohammed's death, my father left me alone for a while. I knew that it was only a matter of time until he started with the marriage talks again. Lucky for me, something unbelievable happened. 

My lifelong friend Mahmoud finally returned to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The short, chubby brown lad I remembered had grown into a six-foot-one, lean and athletic, caramel-colored and curly-haired Afro-Arabian vision of masculine beauty. I'm only five-foot-six, round and bronze-skinned, with black hair and dark eyes. I looked plain next to him. In spite of my attempts at dieting I'm plump, and my thighs, hips and buttocks are huge. Small wonder my prospective husband died. The thought of bedding me might have shut down his heart!

Mahmoud returned to Najran, and as you can imagine, we were happily reunited. His time in Ontario, Canada, had changed him. He seemed more confident now. Also, he seemed to have an intense dislike of many elements of Saudi culture. He shared this with me as we sat in my room, where I snuck him in just like old times. 

When I sat him down and asked him about his strange new ways, Mahmoud told me that Saudi society was wrong on many issues and needed to change. I shushed him and warned him that speaking such words might endanger his life, given how paranoid the Saudi government was these days. Mahmoud laughed and told me that he didn't give a damn. Glaring at me, Mahmoud told me that Saudi Arabia was pure hell and he couldn't wait to leave it.

When Mahmoud said these things, I stared at him, shocked. I looked at him and said the only thing I could think of. Take me with you, I pleaded. Smiling, Mahmoud nodded, then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. 

Holding me tightly, Mahmoud cupped my face in his hands and told me he loved me. I hugged him fiercely, tears of joy running down my face. Then I told him I loved him too. That night, away from prying eyes, Mahmoud and I lay in each other's arms and plotted our future together. 

The next day, Mahmoud spoke to my father, man to man, and asked for my hand in marriage. My father was only too happy to accept. Typically, Arab men don't like seeing Arab women with non-Arab men but my father really wanted to marry me off and no one other than Mahmoud would take me on. I think he just wanted to get rid of me. A dowry got paid, a ceremony was held, documents were signed, and I became Mahmoud's wife. 

On our wedding night, Mahmoud laid me naked on our bed, and made sweet love to me. I felt self-conscious at first, naked with a man for the first time, but Mahmoud assured me he found me beautiful. 

With his mouth and tongue Mahmoud pleasured my breasts, and my pussy. Spreading my thighs, he lapped away at my cunt with his agile tongue and fingered me. I cried out in pleasure as he did things to me I hadn't even known were possible. Mahmoud made love to me like a skilled artist, and I was like putty in his hands.

Over the next few months, Mahmoud and I discovered much about each other. My husband is a man with demanding sexual appetites. Take anal sex for example. It's forbidden by the Koran and considered a dirty act reserved for homosexuals and women who sell themselves to men for money. 

Yet, with some encouragement from my husband, I tried it. First, Mahmoud and I showered together and cleaned ourselves up, then he put me on all fours and began kissing my buttocks. I must say, I liked the feel of his lips on my bum.

Spreading my ass cheeks wide open, Mahmoud stunned me by licking and fingering my asshole. It felt awkward at first but after a while, I relaxed and enjoyed. Next, he lubricated my anus with coconut oil and then pressed his hard ebony cock against my backdoor. Slowly, Mahmoud pushed his dick into my asshole. 

When he penetrated me, it hurt and I cried out. Mahmoud held me tight and promised me he'd be gentle. Mahmoud fucked me in the ass, and while it hurt a bit, it also felt oddly good. I enjoyed it. Not something I'd do every day but it's fun. If only he stopped there...

Mahmoud is even naughtier than I thought. He showed me porn DVDs and toys he'd smuggled into Saudi Arabia from Canada. On those videos, my husband showed me his favorite kinks. In one video, a naked female with blonde hair and blue eyes wore a phallic sex toy called a strap-on dildo and fucked a darker-skinned male with it. 

I watched, amazed, as the female dominated the male completely, berating him the entire time. Mahmoud smiled and told me he fantasized about this stuff a lot. I stared at him, stunned. When he asked me to try it, I told him I could not. I did not want to hurt the man I love. Also, I am a Muslim woman. 

I don't think women are allowed to dominate their husbands in the holy book. Mahmoud assured me that female domination wasn't frowned upon by the holy book of our faith. When I couldn't find a single hadith against "femdom", I agreed to give it a try. After all, I love Mahmoud and want to please him.

Thus, donning a shiny ebony strap-on dildo, I bent my gorgeous biracial husband over and gave his cute bottom a sound spanking. Then, I told Mahmoud to spread his ass for me. Feeling emboldened by his obedience, I smacked him across the face for not complying fast enough. Mahmoud stared at me, and for a moment I worried I'd gone too far. Mahmoud smiled and told me I was doing fine. Grinning, I began working the dildo into his well-lubricated asshole. Time for my Muslim husband to find out what Saudi female domination is all about.

Groaning, Mahmoud bucked wildly as I began to fuck him. I admired our reflections in the bedroom mirror as we fucked on the bed. A short, bronze-skinned Arab woman penetrating her dark-skinned husband with a phallic toy. I found myself incredibly aroused and felt a tingle deep in my pussy. Smiling, I resumed fucking Mahmoud with renewed vigor, slamming the dildo into his butt. Mahmoud cried out and begged me for more. Laughing, I spanked his butt while thrusting the dildo into him. We went at it for another half an hour before Mahmoud said he'd had enough and I pulled out.

After giving Mahmoud a few minutes to recover, I climbed on top of him. I was still horny you see. Smiling, my husband put his hands upon my hips and thrust into me. The feel of his hard, throbbing manhood inside my cunt was amazing. I cried out as Mahmoud fucked me hard, just the way I like it. Burying his face between my breasts as they swayed from side to side while I rode him, Mahmoud held me tight as we made love. We continued our passionate lovemaking until exhaustion claimed us, hours later. What can I say? We got it like that, as Mahmoud is fond of saying.

Yes, I am indeed fortunate to have a husband like Mahmoud. In defiance of Saudi Arabian laws, he's teaching me how to drive. When we move to Ontario, Canada, in a few months, we'll hit the ground running, as he says. As I lay next to him that night after some odd but ultimately wonderful lovemaking, I thank Allah for His blessings. Many women dream of a man who will love them for who they are, and encourage them in their passions. My husband Mahmoud is such a man. Thank you for sticking with me thus far, dear reader. May love find its way to your path someday. Insha'Allah. 



Femdom Blue



I was parked on the side of the road waiting for my girlfriend to get out of a job interview I had dropped her off at. I didn't even realize what I was doing as the female police officer snuck up behind me and started recording me with her cell phone.

"Having a personal moment, are we?"

At first I had no idea what she was talking about. Then I glanced down to see my hand pulling on my prominent erection through my stretch fabric exercise pants. I was so into the erotic story I was reading of the internet with my cell phone that I didn't even realize I was sitting on the side of the road masturbating.

"I... I'm sorry, officer," I said. "I... I... don't know what I was thinking."

"At least we know what you were thinking with," she laughed. She was very cute, especially for a police officer. She had a Latin look about her, exotic features with dark eyes, olive skin and thick kissable lips that might possibly possess another talent. Her body was hot too. She was fit with breasts pushing at the buttons of her uniform top as well as a nice heart shaped ass that sort of tapered off from her trim waist.

Her partner had a bit of a different look. She was a large black lady, not actually fat, but definitely thick with huge breasts and a big round wide ass. There could be some cottage cheese there, but she appeared to be pretty firm for the most part. She was one of those women who had the bones for her type of body. Her face might have eve been prettier than it was if not for the angry scowl she presently wore on it. Her name was Gertrude according to her cute little Latin partner. I had no idea of the Latin partner's name at first.

"What do you think, Gertrude," the cute little Latina officer asked her. "Should we take him in or give him a break?"

"I assure you, ladies, this is not something I do regularly."

"What did you just call us?" Officer Gertrude asked.

"Oh, boy, you're in trouble now," the cute little Latina officer said, eyes growing wide as she covered her mouth and snickered.

"Why? What did I..?" Before I could finish, Gertrude stepped forward almost knocking her little Latina partner over in an attempt to open the driver side door to my car and pull me out by the elbow.

"I need to ask you to step out of the car, Sir."

"I'm sorry. What did I do?" I asked as I was roughly assisted out of my car.

"You mean in addition to committing an act of public indecency?"

"You called us ladies," said the little Latina officer. "We're officers of the law." She informed me with a smile despite Gertrude's all business attitude.

"How would you like it if we just referred to you as 'pervert'?" Gertrude wanted to know.

"Probably be more than fitting under the current circumstances," I said to Gertrude. I smiled hoping to lighten up the mood a little. It produced zero change of attitude from her although it did evoke another smile from the little Latina officer. She made sure to keep it hidden from Gertrude though whom I started to suspect must be at least informally in charge.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect, officer..." I squinted to read her name tag just above her badge. "...Grunt?"

The little Latina officer couldn't hold back her snicker. "You should probably just stick with 'officer' as far as my partner is concerned. You can call me Officer Lopez, or Raquel if you prefer."

As soon as Officer Gertrude Grunt was finished cuffing me, patting me down and turning me around, I studied the two of them. I had never seen a performance of Good Cop, Bad Cop executed with such perfection in my life if that's what these two police women were doing. Gertrude stood there like she wanted to draw her gun and shoot me dead. Raquel was all touchy feely to the point of leaving her hand on the lump in my pants long enough to make sure it didn't lose its stiff erection.

"I already patted him down," Gertrude told her partner.

"I know," Raquel returned. "You can never be too safe though. For all we know this pervert could be packing more than just a boner for us." She smiled and gave me a wink.

"Do you know what happens to you if we pull you in and charge you with public indeceny?" Officer Grunt asked

"You have to register as a sex offender." Officer Lopez informed

"Officers, please," I begged "I'm just waiting for my girlfriend to come back from a job interview."

"Girlfriend?!" Raquel asked. She seemed to lose a little of her good cop composure. It was Gertrude's turn to smile. I was starting to get a weird vibe about this entire event.

"So your girlfriend goes out and looks for work while you sit on the side of the road and jerk off, literally?" Gertrude asked. It was her turn to smile a little.

"What's the matter," Raquel suddenly wanted to know. "Your girlfriend doesn't give you enough sex? Or maybe she doesn't give you the kind of sex you like? What kind of sick story were you reading when we snuck up on you?"

"Drove up behind you?" Gertrude corrected. She was the one snickering now. "We don't sneak. We're just trying to keep the streets safe."

"Well..?" Raquel asked again. Then she grabbed one of my nipples through my shirt and twisted hard.

"Ouch! I can't remember!" I blurted out.

"Let me try," Gertrude said. "Maybe I can get more out of him." Then she grabbed my other nipple and twisted hard in the opposite direction.

"Arrgh!" I cried out as each one twisted a nipple in opposite directions. I felt like they might tear them off. "It's on my phone! It's on my phone!"

I had left my cell phone in my car. Officer Lopez reached into my car and pulled it out. She turned it on and started reading. I had left my cell phone on the page I had been reading when they pulled up. I watched her expressions change from interest to amusement. She held the phone out for her partner to see, but her partner didn't even look at it. She just glared at me.

"Damn, this guy is a freak!" Officer Lopez said.

"I don't have to read anything to know that." Officer Grunt told her partner. Then to me she said. "That's right; ain't it? You's a little freak?" She had taken over Officer Lopez's nipple and was twisting both of my nipples violently until I was down on my knees.

"I don't know! I don't know!" I screamed out.

"We could have a lot of fun with this guy," Officer Lopez told her.

"You want to have some fun, pervert?" Gertrude asked as she twisted my nipples almost clean off. Then she turned to her partner again. "To tell the truth, I'm having a whole lot of fun right now."

"More and much better fun." Officer Lopez told her.

"What did you have in mind?" Officer Grunt asked her.

"What do you say," Officer Lopez asked me? "You want to have a little fun with me and my partner? Or let me ask you another way, would you like to have a little fun with us or would you rather my partner and I bust you for public indecency so you have to register as a sex offender and explain this whole mess to your girlfriend?"

She unsnapped her nightstick and taped the tip of it against the tent my erection was pushing through my stretch fabrics.

"I like the way you answer questions, boy." She laughed.

***

They drove me out to this desolated clearing in the woods where it looked like school kids partied. Leftover beer cans and cigarette butts littered the ground and there was even a small fire pit burnt into the dirt and surrounded by rocks. Officers Lopez and Grunt pulled me out of the backseat of the squad car. Lopez started unlocking my handcuffs.

"You try and run and we're just going to let you go and use the video I took of you and your little performance to impound your car and say you ran from us when we first pulled up and caught you.

"And I might just put a bullet in your butt for fun," Officer Grunt told me tapping her sidearm.

"I won't run," I promised. "I promise."

"Good boy!" Lopez patted my ass and gave one cheek a firm squeeze. She told me she was good cop again with a warm bright smile and an additional pat on my ass. "So I suppose you ought to take all your clothes off now."

"My clothes?" I asked.

"Sure. It's a lot easier to finish what you started when we pulled up on you with your clothes off than on. The way we so rudely interrupted you was right up there with cock blocking or teasing. We don't want to be known as a couple of cock teases." Officer Lopez winked at her partner.

"You want me to get naked and er... finish er..?"

"Strip, boy! Now!" Officer Grunt barked. It made Officer Lopez burst out laughing, especially when I started tearing at my clothes so quickly I popped a couple of buttons off my shirt.

"Slow down," Lopez said. She had her cell phone out now recording video of me. "I want a nice slow and sensuous strip tease, the way girls do it. Matter of fact..." Officer Lopez moved to the squad car and turned on the radio. "Here's some music for you!"

I tried to keep time and rythmn to the music and remove my clothing the way a stripper would and it made Officer Lopez laugh. "That's it! Get those clothes off, you slut! Take it off! Take it off!"

Officer Lopez was in a good mood. Officer Grunt moved up behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. Officer Lopez turned her head and the two police women kissed. It was passionate with tongue.

"Don't look at us, cock boy!" Officer Grunt barked. "Strip!"

"Yeah, bitch, shake that ass and jerk that cock! Let's see it, sissy! Show us what you got!"

"You better not even think of cumming until we tell you too either!"

They made out a little longer until I was completely naked and jerking on my cock for their amusement. Then Lopez got up and walked over to the car and slipped in a CD. The song that came on was, "Beat It!" Both police women laughed as I beat off to beat it.

"Faster! Faster! Beat that thing to death! Harder! Faster!" Lopez screamed.

"Remember not to cum or I'll break my nightstick off in yo ass!" Grunt hollered.

She moved to the trunk of the squad car and pulled out a cloth gym bag. Out of it she pulled a strap on and started strapping it around her waist. 'My God!' I thought 'She's going to fuck Lopez with a strap on. I'll never be able to hold back from cumming.'

But then Officer Lopez dropped her pants and panties and climbed on the hood of the squad car and beckoned me with a hooked finger. When I got there she grabbed my hair in a fist and pulled my face into her wet cunt.

"Eat me, bitch!"

I began macking away on her, slurping and slobbering on her snatch. She didn't just taste good. She had a beautiful cunt too. I went to town on her until I felt something that made me poke my head up. Something cold and wet was being rub between my ass crack, and fingers started working it into my hole. I tried to look up and turn and look behind me, but Lopez held my head in place.

"Just concentrate on eating me, cock boy!"

My God! They are going to fuck me up my ass! Grunt is anyway! She wasn't going to fuck Lopez with her strap on; she was going to fuck me. I felt her fingers working in and I slowed up my masturbating. I stayed hard as a rock though, got harder even maybe as Grunt started working her fingers in deep, stretching me and spreading the lube around. Then I felt what had to be the head of her strap on up against my tight virgin pucker. I felt the large object trying to force its way into my sphincter and my tightness did not want to grant access. Lopez was holding my head into her crotch with both hands now, rising up and thrusting into my face as I struggled against my anal intrusion.

I screamed into Lopez's wet cunt creating a squishy muffled sound as the strap on pushed into me and started fucking me. I wasn't even jerking any longer but I didn't have too. I felt the head of Grunt's strap on reach my prostate and begin rubbing and stimulating it. It just moments I felt my cock twitch. I heard Lopez scream out an orgasm as my cock began spraying all over the ground. I came harder than I ever came in my life and then fell to my knees. I sat there kneeling panting and looking around in a daze.

"What do you think, cock boy?" Lopez wanted to know

"I think... I think..." I think I might be in love, I wanted to say, but I didn't. They both seemed to know anyway. Grunt took off the strap on and gave it to Lopez so she could fuck my ass while I ate Grunt's pussy. Grunt got better treatment because I lasted longer since I had already cum once. I still came pretty quick though.

"Don't worry about it," Grunt told me.

"We'll work on it." Lopez said.

"Work on it?" I asked.

"We're going to be your new probation officers, keep you out of trouble and make sure you're not committing any indecent acts. We'll be meeting on a weekly basis."

Then they drove me back to my car where my girlfriend was waiting. They told her they had to take me in on questioning since I fit the description of some sleazy lowlife sex offender, but it was all a case of mistaken identity. They did remind me though that they had plenty of video to show her should I ever think of violating the terms of my probation in the future and miss an appointment or anything.

I never have.



Femdom Cocksucking Contest



Chapter 1: The End of Slavery

It had been two months since Debbie had been sold into sexual slavery with Beth, and she was becoming very depressed. She had thought that she wanted to be a full time sexual slave to a dominant woman. And, she now is serving as a pussy eating, sexual slave to her friend, Beth. And, her best friend, Marion, was also serving similarly to another friend, Jacki. But, things were not as they seemed. 

Debbie found the thrill of the chase was more fun than the result. Oh, she still liked occasionally licking and eating another woman's pussy and asshole, but she also found that she missed being on top, too. She was getting depressed, and Marion appeared the same. Every time Beth and Jacki had a joint session with their slaves, both Debbie and Marion appeared to be less enthusiastic than before. And, it was apparent to both Jacki and Beth. They, also, were spending more time with their male slaves, Ron and Bill, than their females. And, the two females were also spending more time chained in the punishment pillory because they lacked enthusiasm. 

Finally, after about two months of sexual slavery, Beth announced that Jacki and Marion were cumming to visit tonight. And, there would be a decision forthcoming. This scared Beth. She was becumming more dominant each day. Debbie was not afraid of Beth. She was afraid of what type of "decision" would be made later today. And, she was very sore. She had been bent over in the punishment pillory since late last night, when she could not get Beth to cum with her tongue. Her heart was not in it, and it showed in the results. Beth was pissed, and Debbie knew it. This scared her to death.

Finally, the time had come. Beth released Debbie from the pillory, but did not attach the normal wrist and ankle cuffs. She was simply instructed to follow her upstairs to the Play Room. Debbie was surprised when she walked in. She expected to also see Jacki and Marion, but Ron and Bill also were both there. And, she saw three long rods sticking out from the fireplace. 'Oh, my god! Those are Branding Irons.' Debbie thought to herself. 'She's going to brand us tonight.' She was now more scared than ever.

"OK, slaves, shut up and listen." Jacki ordered to them all. "It has become evident that both Marion and Debbie are not happy with this relationship. I don't know why. But, the time has cum for us to 'Shit, or get off the pot.'" 

"I agree." Beth added. "Debbie, you are one of the most unenthusiastic slaves I have ever had the displeasure to know. You used to love to be a sub. But, something has changed. And, you have become a very boring lover. It's apparent that this relationship must change. And, I am more concerned about it ruining our friendship in the future."

"Same applies to you, Marion. If it weren't for your former hubby, Ron, I would never cum. You too have become a very boring sex slave. This is something that must change tonight."

"Just then, their friend Suzy walked in with her sex slave, Denise. Denise was once again dressed as a French Maid. Debbie had never seen Denise wearing anything other than a French Maid's outfit. "I see you have started without me. Oh, well, we will discuss that later." Suzy said. "And, it looks like the irons are ready. Please proceed."

Debbie knew exactly what Suzy meant by 'And, it looks like the irons are ready'. She was now really afraid that this was not going to be a good night.

"Slave Marion," Jacki began. "The time has cum for you to decide if you are going to be my friend or my sexual servant. So far this experiment has been unsuccessful. You have not cooperated very well, and as a friend I have hesitated to force you to comply. Slave Denise is a very willing sexual slave for Mistress Suzy, but both you and Slave Ron have not been as pleasing to me."

"Slave Debbie," Beth added. "You can take Mistress Jacki's dissatisfaction with Slave Marion and multiply it by 100 for me. This must change tonight. So, tonight we have invited Mistress Suzy to attend a special Commitment Ceremony. You and Slave Marion must either commit to be our slaves full time, as you were ordered by the Femdom Weekend Court, or else. This also will include Slaves Ron and Bill. If you weren't personal friends, there would be no option. However, I have told Mistress Suzy that you two are not working out well as Full Time Slaves, and she and the Femdom Weekend Court have taken it under advisement."

Mistress Suzy then stepped forward. "But, first, let's get this ceremony started. Slave Denise, I have received special permission from the Femdom Weekend Court to make you my full–time Slave for Life. But, since it is a lifetime commitment, you must voluntarily agree. If you do not, our relationship is hereby terminated. Do you agree? If so, please indicated as such by stripping naked, getting on all fours, and turn your ass towards the fire." Slave Denise immediately stripped off her French Maid's outfit, fell to her hands and knees, then turned her ass to the fire. 

Mistress Jacki spoke next, repeating the same statement and questions to Slave Jacki. Before Jack could answer, Mistress Beth said the same thing to Slave Debbie. Both Debbie and Marion looked at each other, and for the first time their eyes began to sparkle. 

"Mistress Beth, permission to speak?" Slave Debbie replied.

"Permission Granted," replied Mistress Beth.

"What will be the consequences if we say we do not agree?" Slave Debbie asked.

Suzy waved her hand at both Beth and Jacki, and stepped forward once again. "Slaves, as it was explained earlier, this is a voluntary statement. However, by order of the Femdom Weekend Court, it also is a Circumstance Decree that permits slaves to make a life changing decision and commitment. The choices are two: First, you can agree to become a full-time Slave for Life, or you can leave the program. Refusal means that you will not be allowed to attend next year's Femdom Weekend Retreat. But, it also means that your servitude to Mistress Beth or Mistress Jacki will be terminated immediately. You will be asked to leave and to never return to any future Femdom Weekend group activities. What happens with your relationship with Mistresses Beth and Jacki is between you and them."

Marion and Debbie looked at each other. Both looked puzzled, and then Marion stepped forward and spoke first. "Mistresses, all three of you were my personal friends before the Femdom Weekend Retreat, and I would like that relationship back if you want me back. Therefore, I respectfully decline your offer to become your full-time Slave for Life, and request that we become personal friends again. I truly miss your friendship."

Debbie immediately concurred. "Exactly what Marion said. Beth, you were set up by me during the Femdom Weekend Retreat. I thought that I wanted to be your sexual slave long term, but the past two months have proven me wrong. However, I will, from time to time, want to lick your pussy and eat your ass, but not every day and not when I am not in the mood. Therefore, I also respectfully decline your offer and request that we become personal, and occasionally sexual, friends again."

Suzy, Beth, and Jacki each looked at each other, and began to smile. Then, both Jacki and Beth dropped to their knees, crawled over to Debbie and Marion, and looked up at their former sex slaves and newly acquired friends. Together they both said, "Offer accepted. Now, open your legs and let us seal the deal with our tongues." 

Just as Debbie felt Beth's tongue penetrate her pussy lips and Jacki felt Marion's enter her vaginal canal, all four ladies heard a blood-curdling scream from Slave Denise. Then, a second scream. Just as they were about to cum, Debbie looked up and saw Denise turn her butt around. And, she was sporting a bright red brand on both her ass cheeks that said "This ass belongs to Mistress Suzy".

After receiving their first orgasms in nearly two months, both Debbie and Marion then dropped to their hands and knees and returned the favor to their new found friends, Beth and Jacki. After all four had received a healthy cum, and with their juices still dripping down their legs, Suzy stepped forward again.

"Well, that takes care of the ladies. Now, how about Slaves Ron and Bill."

Debbie spoke first. "Well, since I am no longer a member of the Femdom Weekend Society, I therefore, reclaim my husband Bill as my legal husband and part-time sexual slave. Bill, your first command from your wife and part-time Mistress is to pay homage to our good friend, Beth, by fucking her in the ass right now." 

Beth heard the news and immediately dropped to the floor on all fours, lowered her face to the floor, stuck her butt high in the air, then reached around with both hands and pulled her ass checks away from her rosebud. "Bang away, and make me scream!" Beth replied. 

Soon Ron was doing the same to Jacki, while Debbie and Marion were receiving rim jobs from Beth and Jacki, respectively. By night's end, all were thoroughly eaten, rimmed, and fucked. Only then did Debbie and Marion admit that they probably were Femdom Switches – Femdom's who occasionally liked the bottom. Beth and Jacki also admitted the same. Only Suzy was a pure Domme, and only Denise was a pure slave. And, both Beth and Jacki also admitted that some of the trouble each had with orgasms while getting serviced by their friends was that they knew down deep that their friends were unhappy. That ruined everything. They enjoyed the mutual pussy eating much more than the forced servitude, and were delighted that the situation was back to normal.

Chapter Two: Cocksucking Contest Idea

Several days later, Debbie was sitting at home at the breakfast table as usual – naked from the waist down, drinking coffee while her hubby slave was eating her pussy – when there was a knock at the door. Debbie immediately ordered Bill to answer the door, even though he was buck naked and sporting an erection. 

"Well, did I interrupt anything?" Marion asked her friend as she walked into the kitchen. She then saw that her friend was sitting there naked below the waste, and both her pussy and Bill's face were covered with her juices. 

"Just having my coffee," replied Debbie. "Want some?"

"I'll have just what you're having," Marion answered as she dropped her jeans and panties to the floor. She then crawled over to her friend and began licking her pussy. 

"You know what to do, Bill," Debbie ordered. 

"Tongue or cock, ma'am?" Bill asked as he walked up behind Marion.

"That rock hard cock, of course," Marion replied. Soon both ladies were feeling no pain.

About 15 minutes later, both Marion and Debbie were sitting at the table, sipping coffee, with juices dripping from their cunts. Bill was busy finishing the morning dishes, still naked, but now sporting a limp cock. 

"Have you ever entered a cocksucking contest?" Marion asked her friend.

"Hell, yes, I did it all the time back in college," Debbie replied.

"Ever had to pay a penalty if you lost?" Marion asked.

"What are you really asking?" Debbie responded.

"Well, look at this ad I found on Craigslist this morning."

Marion slid a computer printout to here that said:

"Femdom Cocksucking and Spanking Party this weekend. For F/m couples only. Losers get spanked by winners. No singles or F/f couples. All participants must be D&D free."

Debbie smiled. "I wonder what the rules are."

Marion replied that she had already asked that question, and was waiting for an email response in her 'Yahoo Mail' account. They discussed several options, then Debbie told Marion she could use her computer to see if there was any response.

Marion's luck was running good, for there was a response. The email explained that the contest would be an erotic modification of the old party game, Musical Chairs. Only, everyone would be naked. Each man would be tied to a chair with his erect cock facing the women. The women would begin circling the men while a song played, and when the music stopped the ladies had to find a cock and begin giving their best blowjob. The option for the guys was be the last to cum, and for the ladies was to make her man cum first. The guy who blew first would be declared the first round loser, and the all the cocksuckers were to stop sucking immediately – saving the remaining guys for the next round. The cocksucking lady who made her man cum would get to whip his cock with a small pussy whip. If two guys blew at the same time, both would be declared first round losers and receive the cock whipping from their respective cocksuckers.

During the second round, the ladies would circle again until the music stopped. However, the guy that lost in the first round was now considered a penalty cock. Whichever lady stopped at his cock would be declared the first female loser. She would then be forced to sit on his lap, force his cock into her pussy, then her hands would be handcuffed together behind him and the chair back. She would remain in that position until the winning couple was decided. 

The rounds would continue until all but one of the guys had blown his load, leaving one winning Femdom and one winning male sub. If more than one guy blew during a round, there would be multiple male and female losers for that round. Once the winning couple was decided, all the losing cocks and cocksuckers would be released from their chairs, only to take turns tied over a spanking bench. Each would then receive penalty spanks with a paddle (ladies) or cane (guys). Each losing guy would be spanked by the winning one, and each losing lady would be spanked by the winning lady. The number of spanks would be determined by the reverse of the finishing order, and all spanks would be administered to the bare butt only. 

After reading the email, both Marion and Debbie were stroking their pussies with their hands. They both agreed that unless the guys objected they would joint in the fun. And, they also thought a good side bet was in order. The first of their guys to blow would get ass fucked by the other guy while his Femdom wife would have her ass strap-on fucked by the winning guy's wife. They could not wait for the contest night.

Chapter Three: Trial Run

Later that night, Debbie and Marion were having dinner at Marion's house in the typical fashion. Both ladies were "clothed", while their cuckold husbands were naked. Ron was only wearing an apron since he was doing the cooking, while Bill was only sporting a rock hard cock while serving the wine. As soon as Ron announced that dinner was served, both ladies stripped from the waist down and took their positions at the table. Both guys then crawled under the table to begin their meal -- hot pussy. Both guys knew that if their lady did not cum before the end of the main meal, there would be punishment time to endure later in the evening. (That will occur anyway, but failure to make her cum only adds to the penalties). 

During the mealtime conversation, the ladies began discussing the pending Cocksucking Contest that they had entered. And, naturally, both ladies professed to be the best cocksucker in the world. Each boasted that when that contest was completed, the other would be serving as her slave. And, the conversation became heated about the same time as their pussies were getting heated. 

Eventually, Marion, the more aggressive of the two, boasted that "It will be cold day in hell when I can't make a man cum faster than you, slut!" 

This got the reaction that she was seeking: Debbie was about to cum from the pussy eating she was receiving, and was also getting pissed listening to her friend boast. She knew she had to do something fast or Marion would be bragging to everyone how much better she is than Debbie when it comes to one of the most basic female sexual skills.

"No way, Jose! I can outperform you any time, any day, anywhere." she boasted.

"OK, prove it!" Her friend replied. 

Debbie was now in a box -- she had to back it up or forever live with Marion's boasting. But, she had no idea about how to do it effectively. She knew that her cuckold hubby, Bill, has more staying power than Marion's male slut, Ron. She did not want it to be decided by those two unless she got to blow Ron. Marion also knew these facts and would never agree.

"What do you propose?" Debbie asked.

"Well, we could have our own contest right now," Marion answered. "And, you know that I will win that contest."

"Yea, but that's only because Ron has a sissy dick," Debbie replied. "What if we switch partners. You blow Bill and I blow Ron? Winner is first to get a mouthful of cum."

"No way," Marion answered. "Maybe we need some impartial 'judges'. Hey, how about this: There's an adult bookstore about five miles from here with glory holes in the back. Maybe we can arrange with the owner to have a cocksucking contest at that bookstore. He could supply the cocks. We will be inside the booths and will never know who we are blowing. The contest will be timed. Whoever collects the most cum in a selected time period wins."

"Interesting," Debbie replied. "Other than bragging rights, what does the winner win?"

"More importantly," Marion said, "What does the loser lose? How about the loser becomes the winner's sex slave for the next 24 hours?"

"What about the boys?" Debbie asked.

"Good point. How about this: The losing cocksucker and her mate become the sex slaves for the winner and her mate for 24 hours. The losers will remain naked, collared, and handcuffed at all times while in sexual slavery. And, anything goes that does not draw blood or leave permanent marks. Typical play scene stuff."

Debbie was now in deep thought. Just the thought of having Marion and her hubby totally naked and at her beckon call for 24 hours sounds great. Oh, the possibilities. But, what if she lost. She did not enjoy serving Beth, and she probably would equally hate serving Marion. But, she also knew that she was backed into a corner. Any refusal now and she would have to listen to Marion bragging about how chicken she is for quite some time. And, Marion would always be reminding everyone that she is a better cocksucker than Debbie. Yep, she had no choice but to accept.

"OK, you're on. When and where, and what are the rules?" she replied.

Chapter Four: The Glory hole Contest

'How did I get talked into this?' Debbie thought as she was kneeling inside an Adult Bookstore glory hole booth. It was hot, dirty, there was cum all over the walls and floor. Her knees were sticking to the floor. She had her mouth aimed to one side at a glory hole, but her backside, was aimed at another hole in the opposite wall. She knew that she could get a dick up her ass or pussy while she was sucking a dick, and because the contest was timed she could not stop sucking once a dick was presented. Then, she looked through the hole in the back and saw the back of Marion's ass. She relaxed and realized that her backside was covered by Marion, and vice versa. Now, how many filthy, disgusting cocks would she have to suck to win this silly contest?

Suddenly, the door opened, and she saw the owner of the bookstore, a tall blond lady who looked like a butch dyke. Running this place probably took a special person to survive. 

"Ladies, and I use that term loosely," the bookstore owner explained. "By mutual agreement, the rules state that the winner will be determined by both how many cocks get sucked to completion, and how much cum is collected, during the next hour. After each load is deposited in your mouths, you are to turn to your friend (Bill or Ron) and spit the load into a collection cup. Each cock sucked clean will be worth one point. Each once of cum will also be worth one point. The winner will be the cocksucker who collects the most points during the next hour. It is now 11 PM. The contest will end at Midnight. And, I have two collars, two leashes, and two sets of handcuffs for the losers. May the contest begin!"




Femdom Cocksucking Contest



Suddenly, the door closed, and there was a big, black cock and balls starring Debbie in the face. She looked to Bill and said "Suck on his balls while I work on his cock. 

Quickly Bill and Debbie were working on the biggest cock she had ever seen. And, she could hear moaning from the booth next to her. She knew that Marion was probably in the lead, and she needed to use all her skills. She used her lips, fingers, and tongue to the best of her abilities. She even asked Bill to reach through the hole and finger the ass of the cock's owner. Soon she felt it begin to spasm and she received the biggest load she had ever received. She could not catch it all in her mouth, and some of it dribbled down her chin and onto her tits. When he was done, she spit the load into the cup Bill was holding, then wiped the cum from her chin and tits and deposited it into the cup. Let the games begin.

Marion, located in the adjoining booth, was working 'hard' herself. Her first cock was a small one from some wimpy white guy. She knew it would be a fast blow, but it would not have much cum. She needed to suck more cocks if her supply was all white guys. She was afraid that all the black guys would go to Debbie, for she had long blonde hair and was the prettier of the two. More of a 'trophy wife' that the hunky black guys like to fuck. Suddenly, the wimpy white guy erupted into her mouth. But, it was a disappointment. Not much there. She spit what there was into the cup, but she needed much more than that if she were to win this contest. She did not know it yet, but Debbie was now leading based on the size of the load that she just received.

"Five minutes until midnight, girls!" the bookstore manager yelled. "I've got two sets of handcuffs, collars, and leashes to be awarded soon. Give it your best 'shot'!"

Both Debbie and Marion were sucking away. Both knew the contest is close, but neither knew how many cocks or how much cum the other had collected. Suddenly, Debbie, with a cock about to cum, heard "Time's up! Stop your sucking now and present your cum." Debbie felt the cock protruding into her booth suddenly pull back, and the door was opened. She walked out and saw a chalkboard that was serving as a scoreboard. The totals read " Debbie, (Booth 1) 16 cocks, Marion (Booth 2) 17 cocks. That was it. Debbie was now trailing Marion by 1 point on number of cocks. Now, how much cum had each girl collected?

Debbie watched patiently as Ron presented the cum covered cup for Marion. It was weighed on a small kitchen scale, and the needle stopped at 24 ounces. "Not bad for an old broad!" Marion boasted. Now it came down to Debbie's cum collection. Bill placed her cup on the scale, and Debbie closed her eyes afraid to look. 

"Ah, shit!" She heard Marion yell. Suddenly, she heard two clicking sounds. She opened her eyes and saw the scale's needle stop at 26 ounces. Debbie had won by one point. She had earned the title of "Best Cocksucker" from her friend, and now had both Marion and Ron handcuffed in sexual slavery for the next 24 hours. She and Bill both reached for their now cum covered clothes, put them on even though they were now smelly and sticky, then grabbed the two leashes dangling from Marion and Ron's collars. "Slaves, let's go home." Both Marion and Ron knew better than to ask for their clothes. There was nothing in the rules that prohibited Forced Exhibitionism, and it appeared that Debbie planned to parade them both in naked public en route to their house. 



Femdom Couple Island Fantasy



Hedo was great. Going for BDSM week was a chance, but thankfully there were many Femdom couples here. I hoped we could find a Femdom couple to play with. I really hoped to find strong, older Dommes who would be a good teacher for Kathy. Kathy is my love, my heart. While our Femdom relationship was a good one, I wanted more and she needed some higher education to enjoy taking us there.

On the nude beach, we met Hans and Greta from Germany. Hans was a successful German businessman and Greta was a semi-retired nurse. She worked once in awhile when they wanted a little vacation money to go to places like this. We hit it off right away and played with them last night. Hans was bi like me. Even if he wasn't, if Greta wanted to see him with another man, he would have obeyed.

She & Kathy made Hans and I suck each other's cock in a 69 last night while she used the leather paddle on Hans and then, with Kathy's accent, on me too. Greta spanked hard and both our ass cheeks were soon glowing red. When neither of the girls could wait any longer they had us lick each other's wife's pussies until they came. Kathy then sat on Hans' fat cock and rode him to another orgasm while Greta made me keep up the tongue action on her asshole and clit. Motivation came in the form of a slapper whip which she applied liberally. Kathy motioned me to lie face down on the bed while she wiped her sloppy pussy on my face. 

"Now lick me clean of all of Hans' cum, bob. Get your tongue way up in there and lick it out. You know you want it."

I did want it. I loved sucking another man's cum out of her pussy. It made Kathy feel nasty and randy all over again while it satisfied both our needs for domination and submission. To further her domination, she squeezed her inner pussy muscles and made a big dollop of his cum drop right on my tongue and into my mouth. Greta was busy too. She ordered Hans on to his knees to suck my cock and not stop until I shot my load of cum into his mouth. Stepping into a strap on harness and putting in a 7" silicone cock with fat head, she proceeded to lube and fuck him. His moaning on my cock insured that he wouldn't have long to wait to feel and taste my jets of sperm. 

"Don't you dare swallow any of that, Greta warned Hans. I want to see it in your mouth before I kiss you."

As Greta fucked his ass faster and deeper, Hans started sucking harder and faster until my cum boiled up out of my balls and shot several jets into his waiting mouth.

"Come to Mama", Greta ordered. Hans covered her mouth with his and we could see her tongue working in his mouth. They gave us both hugs and spermy kisses before retiring to their own bedroom for the night.

The next day we were all having breakfast at one of the resort restaurants. Several times Greta had Hans and I get up and show other Doms and Dommes our still pink asses from last night and this mornings spankings. I suspect she freshened Han's red cheeks up before she came to our room as he was very red. Greta told Kathy that we couldn't very well go out to breakfast unequally, so she told Kathy to redden my ass too. Kathy took me over her knees and gave me 20 or so swats with her hand. When I stood up, Greta grabbed me and took me over her big strong knees. 

"Kathy, she said, you must always make sure you husband knows his place. "

With that, she spanked her big hand down hard on my already sore ass. I twitched hard and yelled "Ouch!" Greta smiled and looked at Kathy. 

"See? You must get his attention. Now say thank you, bob."

" Thank you Mistress Greta."

" We'll see, she said, we'll see."

She rained down spank after spank on my sore ass until I was yelling and crying and she was satisfied with the new color.

"Now let's go to breakfast, Greta finally proclaimed, I've got an appetite!"

After breakfast Greta led us beck to Hans and her room. Kathy asked Greta about her strap on harness and dildo collection. Greta's collection was extensive as she spread it all out on the bed. 

"Some are for me and my friends, she said, and some are just for fucking Hans' ass."

"You do that often, Kathy asked?"

"At least a couple of times a week she replied. I like to make the better part of a day of it. Lots of enemas-sometimes for his punishment, spankings, and..."

"Punishment enemas," Kathy asked? 

"Certainly. Don't you give bob punishment enemas when he deserves it?"

"No, I don't give him enemas at all. He gives them to himself when I'm going to fuck his ass. "

"Wrong," Greta told Kathy, "you are missing a lot of fun. A hot soapy enema followed by a hot spanking is just the beginning with us. After that I put Hans in a cock lock on so he can't play with himself and have him do whatever I want. Give me a full body massage, lick my pussy or my ass, fuck me with a dildo, do my nails, shave me, whatever... When I decide he needs it or it suits me, I bend him over for a second hot enema and make him hold it until he pleases me. After I let him get rid of it, another good spanking and we're on to round two. Sometime I give him three or four before I fuck him if I'm feeling nasty. He always gets at least two if I'm fucking him or taking him somewhere where I might want to have him fucked. Once we met these two bimen on the net who lived together. After we got to know them I invited them over for a night of fucking and sucking. We both got fucked more than once that night. I really enjoy seeing Hans take a long stiff cock up his ass while I'm getting a good fucking myself. " 

"Tell you what, Greta said to Kathy. Let me show how much fun it is to properly clean bob out and redden his ass good. I'd like to fuck him afterwards if it's all right with you or we both can. You can use Hans fat cock all you want while you watch."

Kathy looked at me with one eyebrow up. 

"Sounds like Greta is going to give me one of those lessons you think I need. Maybe a couple of them. I'd ask you if you were up for that, but I'm so excited at seeing you punished and totally dominated by Greta, that you don't get that choice. Besides, I like to feel Hans cock filling up my pussy."

"Greta, please do him."



Femdom Delivery



My girlfriend Mika had been away on a consulting gig for a week and we had another three to go before we were reunited. We'd only been dating for a few months but overall we liked where things were going. More or less. I like pretty strong and aggressive women and have fantasized about having my girlfriend take a more assertive and controlling role in the bedroom. I had nothing to do that Saturday and I was bored and horny. Fantasies of my girlfriend tying me up and taking advantage of me were playing through my head and I was ready to get rid of my tremendous hard-on just so I could get on with the day. Mika had left some panties in my dirty clothes hamper and I was feeling pretty nasty so I was soon laid out on the couch, her silky pink panties rubbing up and down on my dick while I dreamed about Mika sitting on my face. BZZZ! BZZZZ! The doorbell cut through my fantasies. No way was I going to put on some clothes and go down and answer the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I was far more interested in coming than dealing with Jehovah's Witnesses. BZZZZ! BZZZ! The doorbell vanquished my hope of continuing uninterrupted. I threw on some gray nylon windpants and went downstairs to open the door. 

I threw open the door and there was a FedEx deliverywoman in white shorts facing slightly away from me. She was bent over looking down at a small white box, checking it with her scanner. Her long black hair flowed slightly in the breeze and as she shifted her weight on her long lean tanned legs I was gaping at her tight ass stretching her shorts, panty lines clear through the white fabric. As she turned her head up to look at me, her eyes caught two things- one, that my hard-on had not diminished as quickly as I thought it would and that I was excited enough to stain the front of my windpants with my precum and two, that Mika's panties had gotten caught on the velcro of the pant's pocket. She stood up to her full height, smiling through her dark aviator glasses at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess you're…busy". The way her honeyed voice emphasized 'busy', she made it clear she had a pretty good idea of what I was doing. I blushed a little as she continued, "I have a package for you but you look like you already have one". "Uh", I replied smartly. She stepped closer to me and I stepped backwards through the door, feeling somewhat like I'd been caught doing something wrong by a teacher in grade school. 

She closed the door, dropped the package on the floor and grabbed my package, tightly rubbing the wet nylon on my now rock hard dick. I gasped at the sensation, my mind reeling at the possibilities and bumping with adrenaline. "Do you like it, you naughty boy?" Her hand tightened on my cock, underlining 'naughty'. "Yes", I whispered. "Oh", she laughed, "I don't think we are on such familiar terms. Call me Miss Yang."

"Yes, Miss Yang". "Good. I already know your name and where you live, Greggy, you filthy little jerker. Whose panties are these?"

"Umm, they're my girlfriend's…and my name is Greg", I stated, trying to regain some dignity. She wasn't having it, "Ooooh, Greg, that's a big boy's name, not fit for a little panty-sniffing jerkoff who's cheating on his girlfriend. And you didn't call me Miss Yang", her hand gripped my balls tightly through the nylon. "Yes, Miss Yang". "Now that I have you attention, Greggy, I am in a hurry and you've got to finish what you've started." With that she pushed me onto the stairs. I gasped as the stair hit me between the ribs. She didn't even take off her boots but just slipped her white shorts over them and stood above me, her swollen pussy shining wetly through her thin white panties. I was in awe of this woman's strength and power and how quickly she established her dominance of me. 

My awe was short-lived as she knelt down over my face and ground her panties into my nose. "Work fast, Little Greggy", she said as she settled in on top of me, her boots pinning my arms down and her wet panties pressing against my face. As soon as I started licking her, this goddess just began grinding on me. I was surprised at how little I could breathe as she used her weight and position to envelop my nose and mouth in her essence. Her hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me in deeper, cutting off my oxygen all together. She ground her clit up and down on my nose, just fucking my face. I could feel her need as the sticky wetness covered my face and she humped my nose harder. She knew what she was doing, no question about it. Her pace quickened, and I fell into her rhythm, timing my breathing to coincide with the movement of her hips. Her strokes became longer as she really started going for it. She was grunting with the effort as her movements quickened; she pulled off my face and then slammed back into it, grinding her pussy in a circle on my nose and then she backed off again before thrusting forward again. My tongue barely came into play, even though I tried to use it to give this amazing woman more pleasure. My neck and shoulders screamed with pain as her weight forced them against the stairs, the rug burning my back. As she pressed her pussy against my face I could feel my nose go into her soaking slit and she gasped, pushing harder. She pushed her panties to the side; she was close and replaced her humping action with just rubbing her open slit up and down nose, pausing at the tip to really work her hard clit. My breathing became a sucking sound through her wetness and I could feel myself getting light headed from the lack of oxygen. I started to struggle harder against her, but this only spurred her on, "Ohh, what's the matter, Greggy-boy? Can't the little panty-jerker breathe? Oooo…uhhh…uhhh…little stroker…panty faggot…unhh…unnh…UNNHH!" She flooded my face as she peaked, her hands tightly wound around the back of my head, my nose deep in her pussy. She held me there for a moment; the only sound the sound of her heavy breathing as she came down. She moved her body up for a moment and I gasped in the cool air. I opened my eyes and found her looking down at me, eyes still inscrutable through the dark glasses. Her hand made a wet slapping sound as she patted my face, "Nice work, Greggy. I hope your lady gets to fuck your face like that." She stood and I was looking right up this beautiful woman's long legs to her shining inner thighs, wet with her come. 

Disappointment welled up as I thought this amazing encounter was about to end. Instead she turned around, pulled her panties off, placed both boots behind my shoulders and sat down on my face again. "What's the matter, Greggy, you never licked ass before?" her hand slapped my now soaking crotch as she asked the question. My tongue flicked out and she gasped as it touched her rim. "Oooh, you are a little asslicker, aren't you?" She pushed down on my shoulders with her boots and her sphincter opened against my mouth, "Clean out my ass, shitlicker." My cock surged as she berated me. "Oh, look at the little rimmer's pee-pee, all hard as he sucks my ass", her hand beating out a little rhythm on my dick, which only swelled in response to the rough treatment. "Oooh, shitty likes his dickie whacked—that's what you were doing, whacking off, right?" Her ass pressed hard against my face, my nose deep in her hole. She grunted and I felt her asshole open even more, swallowing my nose. I've never been more excited- my wildest fantasies were being played out. One hand of hers was rubbing her clit, the other slapping my cock erratically. She started moving tightly back and forth on my face, lifting up slightly to shift her position and give me air before sliding my nose back into her asshole. Her slapping became harder as she closed on her orgasm, "Oooh, assboy likes my funk. Suck my ass, panty pussy." Her hand gripped my balls and I closed my mouth around her asshole, sucking madly. The slapping resumed, "That's it, Greggy, suck my filthy hole. Get it all in there. Yeah, baby, little asslicking faggot, get some tongue in there. MMMmmmm. That's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah." Her ass was now firmly against my nose, grinding it deeper and deeper into her funky hole and her hand was now a quick staccato against my swollen cock, the wetness of my nylon pants intensifying the sensation. Her other hand worked her clit, stroking it, tugging it, slapping it. I could barely hear her gasps of pleasure as her butt cheeks became my world. As my own orgasm neared I started spearing her asshole hard with my tongue. "Good good good, GOOD Greggy, that's it. Work the tongue. Hnnh, hnnnh, hnnh, AAHHH!" As she hit her orgasm her entire body froze, taut with the pleasure ripping through her. Her hand stopped slapping my cock as she just rested on my face, occasionally grinding her open asshole down. 

She stood up, pulled on her panties and shorts, me just looking up at her in awe, my face and nose covered in her ass and pussy juices, cock streaming precum through my pants. She fixed her hair, smoothed the front of her shirt, and then looked down at me, "Well, aren't you a sight, Greggy, little pee-pee all hard and face wet with my come. Do you wanna come?" I nodded and she laughed, a tinkle like breaking glass, "What do you say, boy?"

"I want to come, Miss Yang."

"No, no, that won't do. You've got to ask, silly boy."

"Miss Yang, please may I come?"

"Not bad. I'll take that." She reached down and pulled me up. I thought, please god, please a blowjob. Wasn't going to happen. She turned me around and wrapped her arms around me, pulling my nipples through my shirt and stroking my cockhead through my pants. I was wired so tight by this point that I was sure I was going to explode in a second. She sensed it and stopped stroking my cock, moving her hand around to my ass and sliding it down my crack. As her index finger dipped into the cleft of my asshole, my body jumped involuntarily. "Oh, I knew you were an assman", she whispered in my ear, "I bet you dream of your girlfriend finger fucking your ass or working her vibrator up your chute." My cock leapt at her words and there was laughter in her voice as she continued, "Do you wanna get your ass reamed, Greggy, do you want me to fuck your little tight hole?" I blushed and nodded. "No no", she laughed, "You've got to ask me for it, don't you?"

"Miss Yang, will you please, uh, touch my ass", I asked lamely. Her fingers pinched tightly on my nipple and I gasped in pain, "Look, faggot, you've got one chance to ask me right or I'm gone."

"Please Miss Yang, use my ass. Fuck my butt, please", I knew I was bright red with embarrassment at my longing. "Why of course I will, Greggy, what kind of a woman would I be if I didn't fuck your little hole for you", her finger tracing up and down along my crack, me moving in response. She stopped pinching my nipple and pushed me forward. My hands caught the stairs as she pulled back on my hips, thrusting my ass into the air. She efficiently tugged my pants down just over my ass, grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, and started spanking my ass. "This is for taking too long to answer the door. Whack! And this is for being a little panty sniffer! Whack Whack! For jerking off! Whack! Whack! Whack! For cheating on your girlfriend! Whack! WHACK! WHACK! For being a little asslicker! WHACK! For wanting me to even touch your filthy hole! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!" The last spank came down hard right on my asshole and if her hand weren't pressed down on my neck I would have jumped ten feet into the air. I didn't know whether to start crying, come, or beg for mercy or for more. My ass cheeks were on fire, my cock still rigid in my pants and my mind was reeling from the overstimulation. Her hand was now just stroking my ass, circling slowly towards my asshole, brushing slightly against it, her chuckling as I involuntarily shuddered against the contact. She pushed her finger against my hole as if testing its resistance. And then she stopped for a moment, stood up, "Don't move, Greggy, or I'll walk out right now." I could hear her rustle in her pockets and the squirt of a liquid into her hand. 

I was laying there, reddened ass in the air, feeling very exposed and vulnerable. And incredibly turned on. I would have done anything for this woman at this moment. The cool hand cream on my asshole made me jump. Her finger slid easily into my asshole. "Not so virginal after all, are you Greggy? Whose played with your ass before? Hmmm?" Her finger pushed deeper, stretching my asshole. "Well? Whose done before?"

"Uh, my other girlfriends have," I offered uncertainly. She laughed, "I don't think so, baby, tell me the truth". Her index finger tried to join her forefinger in my ass. "I've played with my ass", I admitted. "I know you have, baby, I know", her second finger pushing my asshole open, the two fingers starting to twist around in my ass. I gasped at the intense sensations and she giggled, "Little Greggy's fucked his own ass and now I'm fucking it for him. What do you say, Greggy?"

"Please, Miss Yang, thank you for fucking my ass. Please..." My voice trailed off as her fingers started stroking back and forth in my hole and I moaned in pleasure. "Oh, look at the little panty sniffing faggot getting his ass fucked. On his knees, facedown, getting reamed by a stranger." She pushed my pants over my cock and I almost came as I felt my girlfriend's panties wrap around my dick but she gripped it tight, preventing me from blowing my load, "Ooh, the little stroker likes his cock in panties. Don't you?"

"Yes," I moaned. She pushed forward against me, forcing my head against the stair, pushing my ass even more into the air and started stroking me, her fingers plunging in and out of my ass, "Ooo, you like it, don't you faggot? You like being my little ass bitch, getting fucked by a girl, stroked by your chick's panties. Come on, whore, beg me to let you come."

"Please oh please let me come, Miss Yang", I gasped hopelessly, "Fuck my ass. Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Her hand was a blur on my cock—I was looking at the angry red cockheard poking through the panties as she shimmied my dick hard, her other hand plunging in and out of my ass. "Come on bitch, beg me to paint your face with your come!"

"Oh oh oh Oh", I was almost beyond words, "Please let me come, please let me shoot all over my face!"

"Yeah bitch, who likes it the ass, who loves having his faggot ass fucked!"

"Me! Me!" I grunted, "Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. Oh god oh god oh god! AAAHHHHHH!!" My cock erupted, blasting the first shot of semen right up my nose, the subsequent shots showering my face with come. "MMmmm", she murmured as my ass clenched her fingers involuntarily. I was breathing hard, like I'd just run a marathon. Her fingers popped out of my ass and she wiped them on my girlfriend's panties, tossing them down next to my come-covered face. She stood up, straightening her uniform. I couldn't move, totally drained from the intense experience. 

"Oh and by the way", she said as she scooped up the box and opened the door, allowing anyone walking by to see me lying there covered in my come, face still glazed with her ass and pussy juices and my girlfriend's panties next to my head, "You didn't sign for the package. I'll try and redeliver it this afternoon at the end of my shift." She smiled through her dark shades, tossed her hair and bounded down the stairs. I could hardly wait.



Femdom - Do as Eve says



My take on femdom - not nasty or humiliating- with a switch.

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