Literotica femdom stories, often told from the submissive perspective.
I startle awake as I feel her pussy press down onto my face. First, disorientation and panic at the lack of breath. Then, calm acceptance. I begin methodically moving my tongue while she slowly rocks back and forth. Enough time has passed that I’m aware of my lack of breath again, and my body must …
With the blindfold buckled into place, Mommy has denied me the privilege of seeing her luxuriate just a few dozen feet away, past the ornate metal grill separating the bathroom from the rest of the sumptuous hotel room. I imagine the little waves lapping at her perfect body, nipples floating just above the surface. Mommy’s …
This is the story of my submission to Mistress Blunt, as experienced through her clips. I am grateful that Mommy has shared so much of herself through her content, granting me a world of desire and pleasure to explore, at her leisure. This is the path that I followed, and like all good journeys, it …
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I pulled up in front of her house at 9:55 a.m., rushing to carry the latest batch of gifts I’d purchased her up to her door for exactly 10 a.m., as instructed. “Good morning,” she says in a sing-song voice, kindly collecting the gifts from my arms. We have a full day of service ahead …
He jolted awake to the hiss of equalizing air pressure, as the pod entombing him unsealed itself. With his first conscious thought, he grasped desperately at the wisps of an intense dream that rapidly receded back into the depths of his subconscious. With the luxury of time, he might have savored the psychic aftertaste of …
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I knew I would like the hotel. Mommy had recommended it, so graciously given the circumstances. As I walked through intimate corridors of sumptuous, deep red wallpaper and ornate mahogany, decorated with an endless collection of vintage artwork, I felt like I had been invited to the lodge of a secret society. I also couldn’t …
I heard the basement door open, and I dropped to my knees. Automatically, my hands found their positions on my lap, and my gaze came to rest on the floor in front of me. Mommy was descending the stairs, and I felt each footstep as it rang out from her boots, reverberated through me, and …
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No one has ever pissed on my face or into my mouth before, and it was something I’ve always wanted to do, especially with her. I’ve often thought about, and rarely (if ever) discussed, showing up to our regular service day with a coffee that she then pisses in. (Thank you, Mistress.)
My steps slow as we approach the garage where I parked. Mistress Blunt turns back to face me, illuminated by a solitary street lamp. She is a vision straight out of a movie, voluptuous in a scarlet red dress, completely at ease in her leather jacket, layered belts, and boots. It is a cool, wet …
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I’m standing in the doorway. She’s standing in the middle of the room in front of a chair with dark wooden legs, arm rests and a black leather seat. My breath is caught in my chest as my eyes focus on her. Black lace lingerie, her curly hair resting on her shoulders.