Author : Robbin11
Short Story F/m Femme
An interesting thing happened to us yesterday. My wife and I had been playing with Dominance and submission for a couple of years and enjoying it a lot. She liked being dominant but was losing interest with our repertoire and told me to think of something new we could try to make things more exciting. She had used paddles and light weight whips and we had never experimented with costumes or other props or played out a scene of some sort. I agreed that we needed to spice things up a bit and thought about it for a while.
Finally I suggested that she could try a bigger whip. I found one called a single tail and she liked the look of it so I ordered it sent to our home and it arrived later in the week. OK she said and I think I want you feminized completely this time. She had made me wear panties in the past and sometimes a frilly apron which she had bought at a second hand store. What should I wear then? I asked her. Surprise me, go all out.
So last night after dinner she told me to come into the bedroom and she began to apply a little makeup and lipstick to my face. Alright, she said. Pour me a glass of Merlot and get dressed. Be back in the bedroom in one hour and present yourself. Everything up to this point had been pretty matter of fact and I was barely feeling any sexual excitement but when I started to slide into a pair of pantyhose I felt a rush that shook my shoulders quickly and took my breath away. I had cut a hole in the crotch that fitted over my cock and balls which I had tied tightly and covered with a white see-through panty so that when when finished my package bulged in a small white bubble through the opening in the pantyhose. Then I pulled a white satin camisole over my chest covering my nipples on which I had placed heavy rubber bands so the nipples protruded obviously beneath the satin. Finally I pulled a white corset over my hips so it covered my stomach leaving the camisole tucked in like a blouse and the bottom sticking out below the corset like a two or three inch flouncy skirt that left the small bulge of white panties just visible. I put on the same white heals my wife had given me a year previous and stepped into the bedroom.
That is marvelous Bobbie, step forward. She then looked me up and down moving her fingertips along the sides of my body and brushed my nipples slightly pinching their plump nubs through the thin white satin. I felt a throb and my penis jumped within its tiny silky wedge as she pinched both my nipples rubbing and rolling them between her fingers, her fiery red nails announcing themselves. Another glass of red, Bobbie.
When I returned with her wine she placed it on the bureau and told me to lie across the leather foot stool which we always used for play time. I did as she directed trying to get comfortable with my springing bulge getting crushed against the leather. Then she reached across me and grabbed the light horse whip she favored and began to play at using it, dragging it across my buttocks lightly and swatting me softly, gradually increasing the impact, stopping and then starting again. She stood over my head and told me to lick her cunt. She loved to use the word. Put your tongue in my cunt Bobbie, as far as it will go. And just as I had done so she crashed the whip down on my ass with a violent smack! I felt a gush of her loving lubricant splash against the top of my tongue. She had never whipped me while I wore nylons before. It hurt more than I was accustomed to, much more. I couldn’t tell if it was the nylons making it worse or if she was just hitting me harder, but it was very close to my limit almost immediately.
It was very quiet then and I could hear her lips sipping the sweet wine and savoring it. She began again whipping me. It was different though, something heavier. It was the new whip. It didn’t hurt that much and after two strokes, she gently soothed my skin with the back of her hand dragging her nails along my skin softly. Then she increased the strength of her blows slowly, stopping to soothe, then hitting again a little harder, increasing the impact slowly and then stopping, sipping her wine. Gradually I adjusted to the pain, my endorphins increasing their effect and I began to feel the pain weaken and the pleasure to rise as the memories of our loving and the anticipation for more filled my mind with ecstasy and my body with indescribable longing for more of what was hurting me.
My mind hung in the air, my body was a lonely signal flashing brightly and time had no meaning for me. This is subspace. I thought I knew what it was and maybe I did know it casually. But this was something else, something entirely new to me and later I learned that it was something new and wonderful for her.
I woke up the next day in a blissful state, exhausted but happy, my mind free of any worries or thoughts about the coming days at work. But when I rolled over to climb out of bed a shock of pain harried my behind with a fleeting electric tingle and I remembered the previous evening vividly. As I walked into the bathroom I realized that my feminine attire was still on me but quite disheveled and looking in the mirror I saw that it was torn in several places and the nylon panty hose was in tatters as if a knife had attacked it. And little lines of red crossed my buttocks and thighs with swelling red ridges. I can’t explain what I felt at that moment. You would think maybe shame or sadness for I was responsible for what had happened to me. But that is not what I felt at all. What I felt was more like pride or fulfillment. Each welt represented an accomplishment. I succeeded in bringing my wife to extraordinary peaks of bliss equal to my own for what seemed like hours, hours that continued to occupy my mental landscape with serenity.
Just as I returned to the bed, my wife appeared with a tray of orange juice and coffee and told me, “relax my princely slave. You may have some coffee after I care for your wounds.” I turned to my side and she began to smooth a sweetly smelling salve across my skin carefully controlling the pressure of her finger tips. It was a very strange feeling. I guess because I was still lingering in the fog of subspace the tiny stings that spread like waves across my injuries were extremely pleasurable. After a few minutes I lay back in luxury sipping the orange juice and blissfully listening to her whispered words. She told me how sorry she was that she had hurt me. She hadn’t meant to hit so hard, she just got carried away. I looked at her beautiful face and sad eyes and told her what I knew was true in my heart. “Last night was amazing. I saw something in your eyes which collapsed all resistance in my mind and body and freed me from any pride or arrogance that may have remained in me. The ecstasy of freedom was beyond anything I have ever felt before.” “Well I noticed that you sprayed cum all over the bed at least twice.” “And you, you came like never before, at least with me,” I said, remembering the Devine taste of her wet clitoris and the shivers I felt as I realized the gift she had offered me.
We discussed what had happened and decided to change things in our sex life a little. Or I should say the that she decided. She said that it didn’t seem that there would be any need for vanilla in our sex life. Intercourse would take a back seat and if need be there was a friend of hers in the gym she used that could take care of that. I cringed when I heard that but she had teased me before about taking a lover so I didn’t take it too seriously but still I felt a tiny thrill that reminded me of my new found subspace. She promised that she would be a little more careful in the future and suggested I think of a “safe” word which I could use if things went too far. “I’m going to cook you breakfast as a reward for your suffering, then you can resume your ordinary duties.”
I turned to her smiling face, looking mainly at her lovely lips. I hardly dared to look at her eyes feeling that I might lose myself in their powerful beauty. Suffering? I could hardly use that name for what I had experienced and as for the welts, They were nothing compared to what she had given me. And they were memories I knew would linger, Over the next few weeks I will watch the welts fade away until finally I won’t see them at all. But I may still touch my self ever so lightly and conjure their powerful spell.
I didn’t want to remove my panty hose. Sliding my fingers up the side of my thigh, I felt the texture of the silken weave, the foot long rents made by the whip and the sensitive welts. Touching lightly, I felt the painful ridge where the whip had tattooed my skin. Each welt was a memory of obscene pleasure and by moving my fingers over them gently I could recreate each moment of our pleasure, each touch a flashing memory. Had pleasure and pain become fused in fire for her as it had for me? Was there shame and guilt for her? Or had they all melded into an emotional elixir to be drunk eagerly, again and again.
Member submitted Femdom story. Femdom or female domination sex stories, are those where a woman takes the lead. Dominant wives, girlfriends or women in positions of power, are usually the main character, with a submissive male or female, attending to their every demand. For male and female subs, femdom fiction is likely to contain story elements of both softer activities like foot worship and teasing, to more hardcore activities like light torture, pain play (nipple and genital clamps, CBT), strap-on sex (pegging), figging, smothering, suffocation, orgasm denial, fisting, anal play, spanking, toilet play and humiliation.
