Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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Sunday Ladies #120

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.

Happy Birthday, Natalie :)

One kick was enough?😈

Embarrassing moment

“Come and lie down at my feet, slave,” my girlfriend ordered. “Face up. I want you looking up at me, which is how your life is going to be from now on.”

I blushed. I was kneeling near where my dominant girlfriend, Taylor, was doing her nails. I was naked, my hands were tied behind my back. We had just started our FLR a week ago, and this was the first time she’d instructed me to lie down at her feet. My erection intensified - female feet were a real trigger for me, but I still hadn’t told her that. I moved to where she pointed and lay down, looking up at her and feeling very turned on, but very ashamed.

“I’m enjoying dominating you,” Taylor said, not looking at me. “I love how docile you get when I tie you up and spank you. I think after I’m done with my nails, you’ll get a good spanking before bed.”

My head swam with arousal. Being under her control had been so wonderful, but lately, she was threatening to get a chastity cage, which was making me nervous.

Suddenly, she crossed her legs, and one of her bare feet was only inches from my face. For a moment, I thought she might rest it on my face, and I felt the orgasm starting before I could stop it.

“Permission to come, Miss Taylor,” I begged, trying to keep it from happening. Coming without permission was a serious act of disobedience.

“Permission denied,” she said, not looking at me.

I came anyway. As my disobedience became apparent, she looked down at me in surprise.

“You naughty, disobedient boy!” She said. “I did NOT give you permission for that! Turn over and lie in it, slave, and think about what you’ve done. You are definitely getting a spanking before bed now, and no more looking at me, or my feet!”

She paused as I turned over. “Oh, and I’m going to punish you separately for not confessing to me how much you like my feet. No secrets from me, remember? And now that you’ve come without permission, I will definitely be getting you locked in chastity!”