FemDom Love Part 1

Man falls for Lesbian Mistress who wants the best of both worlds

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Femdom Love

We had been going out for about 6 months and the sex was great  at the beginning, but
after awhile, it became a little routine. I felt that I was looking for something more.

When I had first saw her it was her style of dress that attracted me to her. She would
always dress in the most sexy outfits that I loved. She had a penchant for leather and most
of her clothes reflected that fondness.  I always loved the look of a strong willed woman
clad in soft, supple leather who would take me and mold me to her needs. I had always
been a bit docile and had a secret fantasy of being the sex slave to a dominate woman. Our
sexual play however never progressed in that direction and was very vanilla. Lately
however as she too seemed to be a little less and less satisfied with our lovemaking.  She'd
always needed a lot of sex and loved my mouth and tongue working her over. She would
always comment that a man's tongue should be his primary sexual organ as it would never
go soft and with the proper encouragement can give lasting pleasure to a woman.

She would sometimes reciprocate  performing oral sex on me so expertly that she would
bring me to the point of screaming and then stop and  tease me.  Once she was trying to
re-excite me orally, and she bit a little too hard; I yelped, and she and I were then both
surprised to see I immediately got hard. She looked up at me quizzically and then softly
smiled. She had a knowing look on her face but never spoke a word.

Not long after, she once playfully said, "Come on my little man, I want some more!",  We
had just finished an extensive lovemaking session and I was totally spent. I was sure that I
couldn't perform again when she suddenly pinched my cock and slapped my balls, very
hard, and again my erection returned.	

She then started gradually playing with me, more  forcefully and regularly. 
Foreplay evolved into me servicing her with my mouth almost exclusively as she began to
torment my genitals with ever longer and harder ministrations.  She took control of our
lovemaking, and this then began to spill over into other spheres of activity as she began to
more forcefully turn her desires and opinions into effect.  This transition was over a few
months, and I think was more a natural evolution rather than a conscious decision.  She
became more comfortable with being aggressive and in control, and sought these  avenues
of her satisfaction, both physically and psychologically. I, on the other hand was happy to
see that my secret fantasy was slowly becoming a reality.

One night we had dinner at a very exclusive restaurant. During the meal she had drunk a
bit to much, and was toying with me at the table. She started to play footise with me by
rubbing her high heel shoe in my crotch under the table. She slowly twisted  the heel into
my crotch causing me both pain and pleasure. She then slipped off her pump and kept
rubbing her nylon clad foot all over my penis and balls. She was feistier and even more
disinhibited than ever. I had almost reached an orgasm  several times but she would
knowingly back off just at the right time just to keep me frustrated.

 When we returned home she was very aggressive  She had tied me to the bed to reduce
my writhing and attempts to escape her attacks, which that night were the most
exuberant to date. She slowly stood in front of me and removed her dress.  She was
wearing a tight black corset under her dress. The corset pushed up her beautiful bosom
and accentuated her already slim waist. Black nylons were held up by six taught garter
straps that were attached to the bottom of the corset. She was bare in the crotch of both
underwear and hair. Her smooth pussy glistened with anticipation. She looked down at me
like a cat who was about to pounce on mouse that was caught in  a trap. She roughly
attacked my genitals with a vengeance. She twisted my balls and penis as if they were
rubber bands.   As I moaned and screamed and began to cry and beg for her to stop, she
began to  taunt and tease me.  "You like that, honey,  Don't you?

You like being at my mercy, for whatever I want? 

Do you like that what I want is to hurt you and see you grovel and whine and cry?

Well I like it.  I like this, too!"  as she took the belt from my pants and began to whip me.
Time and time again the belt seared across my thighs and penis.   "And I like this even
better!"  As she grabbed  my balls in her fist and squeezed very hard causing me to cry out
in pain.

 "And this the best!!" as she laid on top of my legs facing me and began  pushing my balls
flat with her nylon covered foot. Strangely as I writhed and moaned I began to get hard. 
She stopped the torment and smiled softly. She then mounted me while I  was on my back,
and disdainfully cooed, "Well, I think I found what really turns you on, baby.  It does me,
too.  From now on, I'm in charge of you and your nuts and everything you do, you little
Wuss. That's what I'll call you; Wussy, my little Wussy!"  She then road me to orgasm. It
was as if she was using me purely for her pleasure. She had no regard for my satisfaction
at all. I was so sore that I was afraid to have orgasm but I was more afraid of what she
might do to me if I did cum without permission.

Later that night She climbed off me satisfied and sleepy. She untied me and without saying
a word cuddled up close next to me. 

I lay beside her, aching and a little confused, I listened to her breathing change as she was
just about to fall asleep.  She then said softly, with her eyes still closed, "Well, Wussy, its
nice to have it out in the open, isn't it?"

So it went for awhile.  One night at dinner she matter of
factly  told me that she loved me and wanted to stay with me, but her
little Wussy wasn't man enough for a sexy woman like her, and
she had to get what she needed.  I was stunned. I had thought that her needs were totally
fulfilled by our sexual encounters. She laughed when I said this.

"Oh you silly little Wuss, Did you think that your little worm could satisfy me. You must
know by now that I require much more than that. " She told me at length that she and her 
girlfriend Victoria had always been close in all things including sex. She went on to say
that Vicky had shown her that a man could only partially satisfy a strong woman. A
woman needed another woman to keep her totally happy. After all who knows how to
ble. She started to play footise with me by
rubbing her high heel shoe in my crotch under the table. She slowly twisted  the heel into
my crotch causing me both pain and pleasure. She then slipped off her pump and kept
rubbing her nylon clad foot all over my penis and balls. She was feistier and even more
disinhibited than ever. I had almost reached an orgasm  several times but she would
knowingly back off just at the right time just to keep me frustrated.

 When we returwas shocked to hear this but I listened to her in silence as she told me the rules of our
new arraignment.

She wanted to stay with me, but wanted the freedom to pursue another relationship with
Victoria. She also wanted me to show her how committed I was to her. She wanted me to
keep my body free of all hair. The only hair I was to be allowed was on my head. She
wanted me to get my nipples and penis pierced and ringed. She also wanted to have me
tattooed with a mark that proved my commitment to her. She offered me no conditions
and my only release would be to end our relationship  and  she would leave me. 

I was terrified of losing her and felt that I was slipping into a totally one sided relationship
that was based solely on her dominance of me. Even facing this I could not bare the
thought of life without her, and agreed to her terms. She smiled with my decision and said
that everything would be all right and not to worry as she knew what was best for me.

Soon I was quite hairless and fitted with some very large rings in my nipples. My penis
was also pierced with a large ring right through the head. Victoria did the piercings and I
could see that she enjoyed it very much. She used her medical skills quite well and even
cared for the tattoo that my Love had insisted I get. It was a decorative arm band with her
initials entwined around a whip and riding crop in a large oval. Around the border was the
word "SLAVE" in  ornate Old English letters.  She seemed pleased.
With this new arrangement  she would make it an event whenever she would go and meet
Victoria. As she prepared and dressed herself in the bathroom, she would have me sit on
the floor and watch her primp and pretty herself; she did this, she said, because she knew
that I wanted to be a part of her happiness, and she didn't want me to feel left out.  She
would assign me tasks to perform while she was out, so that I would be thinking about her
while she was gone. These would be things like hand washing her lingerie or polishing her 
shoes and boots. Often she'd come home wanting more; she'd tell me again how she
wanted me to be part of her happiness and thus she'd sit on my face and have me clean
her with my tongue as she abused my balls. She would then go to sleep satisfied with me
aching, horny, and still smelling her sexy body lying beside me as I tried to sleep.

So it went, and one day as she sat between my legs, idly but  forcefully teasing me by
abusing my penis and balls, she sweetly then told me she was tired of always going over to
Victoria's house, and since the affair was in the open she might as well bring Victoria
home.  She didn't want me to have to leave, but she didn't want Victoria  to be inhibited by
my presence. 

 She had me install a two way mirror in the large sliding door of the walk in closet that
faced the bed.  She began to tie me up in that closet, gagged, with weights tied to my
nipple rings and penis.  She would then bring Victoria home and they would frolic on the
bed as I watched.  I could hear them laughing and playing and fucking with several
different dildoes that never went soft.  They would often move near the mirror so that they
could see themselves better, at which time I saw so clearly, too.  My Love's expressions,
moans, and look of abandoned ecstasy were plain.  They tried to eat each other her up in
all manners and forms. They were like two animals; lithe, robust, strong, and acting from
passion, instinct, and internal chemistry, without modulation by social restraint or
convention.  

A year had past and I had this sinking feeling that she didn't like to make love with me any
more. We would rarely have any form of intercourse anymore. It seemed that she wanted
no part of my penis at all.  She would have me service her orally if she was horny, but this
was less and less. Her abuse of my penis and balls was now somewhat mechanical and she
seemed not to enjoy it very much. Victoria came over a lot and my sentences in the closet
got longer. They got worse, too.  She contrived several different devices of torture that
she would inflict on me She was slowly taking away the physical contact of her body from
me. She tried to make up for this with contraptions and paraphernalia.  As she would bind,
restrain, and torment me, she would soothingly coo, "I want to make sure my little Wussy
gets what he needs, after all you're so nice to let me have what I want."

 My balls were almost constantly aching.  She'd sometimes just smack them to make sure
they never lost the edge. She would use any excuse to abuse them just to make sure they
were as she said, "how I liked them."  Sometimes during my stints in the closet, the abuse
turned from torture into numbness. She had abused them so much that the pain would
diminish and they would grow so numb that I could hardly feel them at all.

One day, she was late coming home, and I assumed she'd been out with Victoria. To my
surprise, she affectionately came to me as I sat on the bed.

"Wussy, I love you very much." She said softly. "No one supports me and indulges like
you do, and while I value your influence on my life I have to be honest with you. I  feel we
must redefine the nature of our relationship."

"Here, take off your clothes and lie on the bed." She urged as she stood up and took out
some restraints from the dresser.