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Oral Pleasures

FLR Tips is the sister site to FLR Info, where you’ll find introductory information about Female-Led Relationships. If you’re new to this, you should head over there. This site is about the practical, day-to-day aspects of FLRs. It is much more explicit and quite sex/femdom-oriented. Consider yourself warned.

Cunnilingus is pretty much a staple of FLRs. Our men love to perform it on us for hours on end, and we just lie back to receive orgasm after orgasm, night after night. Right?

For lots of FLR couples, this is indeed the case. Most men who are drawn to FLRs and properly starved of orgasms, are extremely happy campers when they get to put their head between their woman’s legs. And there’s no doubt that many women thoroughly enjoy it, too. Properly done, many of us will agree that it feels wonderful and can be extremely satisfying, both physically and mentally.

For others, it isn’t quite so simple. Some women enjoy it as foreplay, but not as the “main course”, at least not night after night. Others enjoy it when they are able to relax, but have certain issues preventing that from happening most of the time. Finally, there are those who feel plenty relaxed, but just get nothing out of it.

The premise of the rest of this article is that you’d like to enjoy oral sex more, since it is a very practical and natural expression of the power dynamics in an FLR relationship. If you’re happy about not caring about oral sex, that’s perfectly fine - go read another article.

Let’s say that you generally enjoy oral sex, but you don’t find it particularly interesting, and you’d get bored pretty quickly if it was the main ingredient in your sex life. In my experience, this is the most common attitude among women who are new to FLRs, and it’s a perfectly reasonable attitude to have! Here are my tips for you:

Revel in the power your pussy holds over your man. Even if you don’t find it particularly sexually stimulating, you might find it very satisfying as a ritual. Speaking for myself, I feel that being on the receiving end of very frequent and utterly one-sided oral sex is the symbol of feminine rule in our household. And I know my husband feels the same way.

Think of it more as pampering than sex. It certainly doesn’t have to be the main ingredient of your sex life, even if you do it on a daily basis. It can be something you do as a ritual, because you find it pleasant, because you feel it is befitting your type of relationship, because it makes your man happier etc. Whenever you feel like having a different kind of sex, just do so.

Having an orgasm is not necessarily the goal. There are countless things your man can do while he is between your legs, and licking you to orgasm is just one of them. This applies to you as well - you don’t have to stop what you’re doing just because he is down there performing his duties. In fact, it probably has a stronger “FLR ritual effect” if you both treat it as nothing our of the ordinary. So continue reading your book, play with your phone, or even do a little bed-side work. If it becomes pleasurable enough that you want to just lie back and enjoy an orgasm, then you should of course do that, but only if that’s what you feel like.

If you do have an orgasm, you certainly don’t have to end things. You’ll probably be extra sensitive right after you orgasm, so he should learn to ease back to gently kissing you or whatever for a while, but feel free to go for another orgasm or a nice, long period of post-orgasm oral pampering.

Don’t worry about his comfort - at all. If you feel more comfortable being covered in sheets or a duvet, have him crawl under it and stay there for as long as you want, nevermind if he gets hot. If you want to lie on your side or your stomach, go right ahead, nevermind if it forces him to maintain an awkward position to reach you properly. Not only does this free you to be as comfortable as you can, but he will absolutely love you for being selfish and demanding like this. Trust me.

Make the oral sex about power play. Sit on his face, rub your juices all over it, restrict his air flow, have him lick your ass instead. Many women, myself included, enjoy this part at least as much as the actual licking. Using your pussy and ass as “weapons” can be an immensely powerful and enjoyable feeling.

If you don’t actively dislike it, use oral access to your pussy as a reward for your man. Conversely, if you do enjoy it frequently, take it away for a period as punishment.

Focus on other aspects of it. Surely, there’s a certain psychological pleasure to be had from knowing that you have a man who would love nothing more than to go down on you every single night, when your vanilla girlfriends are lucky to get it once a year?

Understand that for a lot of men it’s not mainly about the licking, it’s about having their faces close to the “holyest” of anatomical places. The smell, the wetness, the warmth, the opening up of your legs, serving your needs, the mere symbolicm of it.

Don’t feel obligated to learn to love it. If you do, great - your man will be pleased. If you don’t, there are plenty of other things to enjoy in a FLR, and you can still get it whenever you feel like it.

To me, it’s all about seeing the possibilities rather than fretting about whether you find oral sex satisfying enough.

OK, let’s turn now to those who enjoy (or think they would enjoy) oral sex when everything is just right, but who can’t ever seem to relax enough for it to be just right. This is also quite common, I believe, and can be caused by a multitude of reasons, mostly psychological. I don’t want to trivialise the issues these women are experiencing, but here are some general tips:

Explain the issues to your man and try to resolve them together. He will be more than happy to take it slow if it means there’s a chance he can get more “facetime” in the future.

If you worry about how you smell or look, consider taking your man’s enthusiasm at face value. He most likely doesn’t care, or positively loves how you look and smell.

If the intimacy bothers you for some other reason, try taking your mind off it by doing something else while he is occupying himself. Read a book, browse Facebook or Instagram, play a game, watch TV.

If you feel like you always have to be fresh out of the shower when enjoying oral sex, please don’t. Our type of men generally enjoy quite a bit of muskiness, just don’t overdo it unless you’re sure your man is into that.

See a doctor if you think you have some issue that really does makes your vagina unpleasant to be around. It may be easy to fix.

Beyond these simple tips, I don’t have much to offer. The types of issues that cause some women to find oral sex difficult can be complex, and I am not a professional counselor. Just remember that your man is your partner in this, and he can be a big help if you let him.

Finally, let’s turn to those who find oral sex just plain boring or downright painful. Again, it’s fine if you don’t feel the need to start liking it, this is for those who see the appeal in frequent, enjoyable oral sex, and would like to get there.

If you find oral sex painful, give your man clearer instructions. Have him steer clear of your clitoris, have him gently kiss instead of lick etc.

If the issue is a lack of physical stimulation (not enough friction, a preference for rougher sensations etc.), try giving your man clear instructions. He can use his tongue more forcefully, he can expose your clitoris more fully, he can move his head more vigorously, he can rub his beard against your most sensitive areas and so on. Also see the point about vibrators and toys.

If you need to be filled to feel any enjoyment, have him bring a dildo of your liking on his excursions. He doesn‘t need to move it a lot, it could just be used to get you in the mood.

Make it more interesting. Have him bring a vibrator, a butt plug or whatever else you enjoy, and tell him how to use what he brings.

I believe most women can find enjoyment in oral sex, it’s mostly a matter of finding ways to do it that suit their preferences and temperaments.

Personally, I find oral sex the most fitting expression of my husband’s deferrence to me as a woman. I also find it highly pleasing sexually, so we do a lot of it.

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dangerousangleofadream

3 years ago

The Enchantress: A Most Cruel Baron (part 1)

The cruel mistress had forced the hero into the form fitting, double sealed cocoon. She smirked down at his struggling form. She turned to the enchantress, who was leaning in the corner shaking her head.

Baroness: He came at my house, with the notion that he would defeat me and free my slaves… So I’ve made him into one instead. Will you be interfering?

Enchantress: If he were foolish enough to be defeated by you he deserves it. I won’t interrupt your game.

The baroness smirked and looked down at the cocooned hero.

Baroness: You weren’t as powerful as the rumors made you out to be, heroic little boy. I was able to overpower you with just a zap of my lightning baton… It’s such a mighty baton, isn’t it?

Giggling, she bent down to feel the hero’s crotch. He squirmed. She had sealed him nude, an impression of his erection outlined against the rubber. She smirked and placed her baton, powered off mercifully, alongside his cock. It had a solid two inches over the hero’s “baton.”

Baroness: My my, unimpressive in other ways. I believe mine is far worthier of the tile “hero” than yours. Aren’t heroes supposed to wield mighty weapons, hero?

As she said this the enchantress shook her head and walked toward the two. She nudged the baroness to the side and whispered in the hero’s ear.

Enchantress: Hello, dear. Just letting you know that I am here as well.. I’ll be protecting you from anything too dangerous… Does that relieve you? Or are you even more terrified than before…

The hero’s squirming and struggling immediately heightened… His erection immediately grew, stretching its rubber trappings. The baroness’s eyes widened as it grew to nine… almost ten inches, surpassing the length of the baton by half an inch.

The enchantress smirked at the baroness, who pouted.

*** *** ***

The baroness forced the bound hero’s body to the ceiling, bound with a chain holding his ankles, his knees, and one against his shoulders. He hung two meters in the air, his back curved back so that his crotch was dangling a foot below the mistress’s head.

She felt the rubber bound crotch with her hands, gently at first. Then she pressed the hard end of her whip against the outline of his cock to let him know her sadistic plan.

Baroness: Real leather. The knob at the end isn’t metal, just some bunched up wool. Your body is covered with relatively thick rubber, which will shield you only a bit. Make no mistake, it’ll still hurt more than you could possibly imagine.

She looked back at the enchantress.

Baroness: … You really won’t object to this? I’m going to be destroying your boyfriend’s precious cock.

Enchantress: Do your worst.

Baroness: It’ll be slow… I’ll make him suffer for a long time… I once captured a robber and whipped him for a whole day. Even hunger and thirst couldn’t stop me.

Enchantress: Your sadism knows no bounds, Baroness. Impressive. Nevertheless, feel free.

Baroness: Truly, you are a most awful lover.

Enchantress: You simply don’t understand him as I do.

The baroness uncoiled her whip. It was thin, like thread.

Baroness: You underestimate my whipping arm, enchantress.

She swung her whip at the hero’s crotch. It struck him with a crack.

Disappointingly, the hero gave a low muffled wince. Not the shrill scream of pain the baroness expected.

Enchantress: Hmph. Even if he weren’t shielded in tight rubber the hero would barely feel such a weak blow.

Incensed by these words the cruel baroness swung harder with each subsequent whip. She expertly hit her target each time, the hero’s poor tortured genitals. Even simply watching would make anyone who was born with a pair of balls themselves beg for mercy on the hero’s behalf.

Except for the lack of cries or evidence of pain. In fact, the hero was instead moaning, and whimpering. He begged for her to stop and for mercy, yes… But not from pain.

Baroness: My God… he’s about to cum… Is he a masochist.

Enchantress: As I said before, your weak little whip is nothing against his bulwark of defense. His pain tolerance is inhuman, beyond even the level of some of the mightiest ogres. All you’re doing is bullying his poor cock… Essentially, you’ve just been jerking him off. Well, not that I’d stop you even if you could hurt him.

The enchantress glanced at the hero, frowning. Her precious hero had many weaknesses. But he had none at all against pain. She had never uncovered the mystery of why…

Baroness: Absurd!

She gave one final lash at the hero’s cock.

The rubber split open. His long, erect cock slid through the slit. It was trembling…

Baroness: Oh my!

The baroness flinched, covering her face as though expecting him to cum right onto her body… When it became clear he wasn’t going to… not yet… she took a closer look…

Baroness: O-oh…

She looked at it with some reluctant admiration… She had spent the last few minutes attacking it, and yet it was not bruised or cut. It was simply red from the pressure of being sealed up for so long, huge from arousal, and shivering on the edge of eruption from the erotic abuse…

The words “strength” and “beautiful” being associated with a penis is laughable. Ridiculous. And yet those bizarre and childish thoughts appeared in the baroness’s head…

Despite herself she wanted to touch it, even if it made him cum all over her. She would risk it…

She felt the cock’s skin with her finger tips, stroking it. The hero’s muffled screams grew louder. It felt hard, nicely warm… Being a cruel, despicable human being, each time before that the baroness had felt the penises of her playthings they were whipped and pathetic little things that she had abused. She would masturbate to her sex toys’ destruction and her dominance and victories over them, never actually allowing them to orgasm…

She gave the hero’s cock three soft tugs. The hero screamed in ecstasy and the baroness knew it was coming. She was braced for it, however unpleasant it might be. In fact, some dark secret part of her soul wanted it. She wanted to see if there was pleasure in making a man cum…

Enchantress: Whoopsie!

With a snap of the fingers the hero’s cock was sealed up back into the rubber suit, which repaired itself. The hero’s hips bucked against the rubber bindings and he screamed and moaned. To the baroness’s great dismay, she realized he was orgasming inside the suit. She could only see his orgasm through the opaque, tight rubber outlining his shapely cock. It twitched and twitched for a solid twenty seconds! And it grew smaller and smaller.

She watched it with wonder. What was this feeling, knowing she had made him cum? She had always seen allowing a slave an orgasm as making a concession, giving mercy. But this didn’t feel like that at all. She felt a warm tingling in her loins that she couldn’t explain…

Enchantress: That was close, baroness. You nearly got your slave’s nasty gunk all over you. Luckily I was here.

The baroness looked at the enchantress. She was looking down at her, smirking. Whatever the baroness was feeling right now, the enchantress obviously knew.

Humiliated the baroness stormed away to stew in her thoughts in another room.

The enchantress smiled up at the bound hero.

Enchantress: Quite a predicament you’ve fallen into. I wonder how or if you’ll ever escape this one…

She chuckled to herself as she reached up and began squeezing the poor hero’s post-orgasm, tender and sensitive rubber bulge…

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dangerousangleofadream

10 months ago