Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

“Just unzip me, piggy. Taste me and lick me….show me how good you are………….Oh, yes, the gag. I can see that might be a problem. Well try anyway, rub that taped and stuffed mouth against me and see what happens. You might get lucky.”

I’m telling this one as p was drunk at the time : ). He used to get drunk quite a lot and have all sorts of hilarious adventures trying to get home, but that’s all stopped now he's UNDER MY CONTROL. Not that I’m a good example :)!

One Christmas many years ago, following our firm’s Christmas lunch, a crowd of us (including p) went on to a bar in Covent Garden. p was looking the worse for wear and one of the girls had taken him outside for some fresh air and a rest. There were four or five of us Ladies there, but we sat him on the end and only me and one other girl could hear him properly.

Being a mischievous young Minx : ), I decided to get him talking about his love life, fully expecting him not to have one. At the time we thought he was really straight and very shy, except when he came out with us and then got plastered. It was fun to get him to spill his guts when he was like that.

We learned that he was "doing the personals" and had been on a lot of dodgy dates. He told us a great story about a lady in Hayes who basically kidnapped him, but I’ll have to leave that for another time. The really interesting bit was when he started telling us that he had been corresponding with dominant Ladies. Well, that made my ears prick up, I can tell you.

He told us some cock and bull story about accidentally advertising for an “assertive woman”, not realising that this was code for a dominatrix, then getting letters from women who wanted to be his “Mistress”. He said that most of them were sex workers, but one was a lifestyle domme and he corresponded with her “out of curiosity”.

I didn’t buy his account about how this correspondence started, but I could see he was telling the truth about the correspondence itself. He went into some details about the lady and what she had been saying and it seemed quite genuine. It was obvious that he was a sub and had been using the personals to search for his domme. That intrigued me. Our p wasn’t so straight after all! He was a secret kinkster!

This was a juicy bit of gossip among some of the girls for a while afterwards, until we moved on to something new. We never really pursued it any further with him at the time. I think the general feeling was that he was a bit odd and best kept at arm's length. Nevertheless, I remained curious.

A few years later, p started trying to persuade other people at work to go to see a burlesque show put on by a Lady he said he knew. Now to most people, the idea of p knowing a Lady burlesque performer at all was just ridiculous. Knowing his kinky side, however, I believed he might and I set out to discover what the relationship was between them.

I waited for another work social event and when he was suitably sozzled, I got him in a corner and interrogated him. He was actually quite keen to talk about her. He told me he had wanted to experience the “wilder side” of life (just out of “curiosity”, of course) and this Lady had agreed to introduce him to BDSM. Again, behind the cover story was the truth that he was going to her for BDSM sessions, which I found fascinating.

I asked for the gory details about what they had been getting up to and p was fairly forthcoming (though I have learned since that he left a lot out). I remember he told an amusing story about her dripping hot wax on his naked body in a hotel room and him getting the giggles; but he also told some darker stuff too, such as when she took him to a “dungeon” and whipped him for so long he went into shock.  

To be honest, that one turned me on, especially when he told me that he insisted he was okay and begged her to continue if she wished. But my interest at that time was mainly voyeuristic. I never thought of actually dominating p myself. I had virtually no experience of BDSM and tended to date typical so-called “alpha males”, who were all about f**king and would never have dreamed of submitting to a woman.

P was very different. It wasn’t just kink. He was sweet and submissive and very supportive of his female colleagues. He was also quite the feminist for a male. He had one special female friend at work he used to hang out with and who he seemed to be particularly submissive to. She was an older, married Lady and some of us used to joke that he was her “work-wife”. She used to say that he had a stronger feminine side than any other male she had known.

Ok, that's all for now. P can make a suitable picture.

N x

My new girlfriend is kinky, and I let her do whatever she wants to me.

She stopped me mid-sentence… I veered from my pride explaining my wife’s preferences to keep me aroused but never climax. I had started to complain. No. Of course I feel like I need to cum. But No. I never need to. Of course my balls ached. No. It’s ok. They won’t burst. Of course I wanted to spurt. No. I never need to cum hard. She can pour me out slowly without a single twitch. Those gentle emissions are good enough for me. No hint of orgasm is needed. My real life experience cemented what I knew but didn’t want to accept. I could be kept aching, drooling precum and craving to cum indefinitely. No worry. No concern. No hesitation. I only got praise for my submission and about my wife.

My PA piercing was drooling pure and clear precum. My balls were full and ached for months. I was given permission to remain denied orgasms.

I was cherished, my wife was wonderful, I was a good boy. Brave, honest, and compliant.

It was hard to hear the truth. I never need to cum.