A Cruel FEMDOM mistress and her slave

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Kelly was just Kelly at the beginning. It wasn’t until we were dating for a month or so that she finally confessed her darker side. She had a little femdom in her, which surprised me. Kelly was always so sweet and almost shy. She was just that cute, tiny woman with the curly brown hair who always wore girly dresses when we went on dates.

“You’re telling me you want to boss me around?” I asked skeptically, while we were cuddled up on my couch one night. 

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She smacked my chest. “Alex! Look, are you into the idea or not?”

To be honest, it had always been a fantasy of mine, to be dominated by a woman, especially a petite one like Kelly. 

“I’m into it,” I said slyly, giving her a big kiss.

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We started off slow at first. Kelly would sit on my face with the entire weight of her body, rubbing her pussy aggressively against my mouth and nose. She’d choose when to let me breathe before smothering me once more. She’d never let up until she came and felt totally satisfied.

Then she started making me wait on her. We’d be watching a movie and she’d snap her fingers my direction and say something like, “more wine. Now.”

Hearing that tone in her voice always made my cock instantly hard. I was starting to get more into the femdom thing with each passing day. It became something we did all the time, rather than a fun fantasy every once and awhile. 

When things started to get really serious, about four months in, Kelly decided she wanted to step it up. I was out at dinner one night with some friends from work when I got a text message from her.

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“Go to the bathroom, right now, and send me a picture of your cock.”

I instinctively shielded my phone, hoping none of the guys had seen the message. 

“Why?” I texted back.

She sent an eye roll emoji. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

A chill rippled down my spine. I excused myself and hurried off to the bathroom. Once I was in one of the stalls, I took my limp dick out from my jeans and took a picture of it. I sent it over to Kelly.

“It’s so small right now, OMG,” she replied, sending a laughing emoji. “My place at 8.”

I put my cock back in my pants and left the bathroom, counting down the minutes until 8 o’clock.

When I showed up at Kelly’s place, I was already so turned on I could hardly stand it. She opened the door dressed in an outfit I had never seen her in before. It was a short, form-fitting black dress, and a pair of tall black heels.

“Hi,” I said, probably sounding as shocked as I looked. “You look amazing.”

She half-smiled at me. “Thank you.”

We headed into the living room, and before I even had time to settle onto the couch, Kelly said, “take off your clothes for me.”

I looked at her, unblinking for a moment, and she repeated herself. So I stood in front of the couch where Kelly sat, undressing for her. 

“Get on all fours.”

I dropped down to the carpet on my hands and knees, and just as I did, I felt Kelly’s feet press against my back. She was using me as her own piece of furniture!

“You’re so useful,” she said, taking a long sip of the beer in her hand. 

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, with me acting as Kelly’s naked foot rest. All I know is my cock was starting to get hard.

Finally, Kelly dropped her feet, snapped her fingers, and spread her legs apart.

“Alright, it’s time to get me off,” she said sharply.

I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her dress, and as I went to bury my face between her legs, she wrapped her ankles around my head to pull me in. She nearly had me in a chokehold as I ate her pussy. My tongue slid desperately across her clit, with the exact pressure and speed I knew Kelly liked. 

She simply relaxed against the couch, sipped her beer, and kept my head firmly restrained by her feet. 

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned. “Good boy, right there.”

I mumbled some sort of reply against her pussy, and the next thing I knew, Kelly was cumming. She pushed my face even harder against her cunt so much that my neck was starting to ache, but I didn’t care. Hearing her cum was always hot, and I loved being able to taste her wetness.

“Clean me up,” she ordered, her eyes looking down at me with a fire behind them that I had never seen from Kelly before. “You better do a good job.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I loved lapping up every drop of stickiness from her wet hole, sliding my tongue across it, over and over until she was all clean.

“Oh, I have a surprise for you,” Kelly said suddenly, standing up. “Wait right there.”

When she returned from the other room, she had a leather collar and leash in her hand. My cheeks burned red. We had never used any sort of toys or accessories on me before, and I just knew that the second they were on me, I would feel like a complete toy for my mistress. 

“What do you think?” she asked once the leather was secured around my neck. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said quickly, as I sat there kneeling at her feet. 

She laughed. “Come.”

She walked me through her apartment, down the hallway to her bedroom. I crawled behind her, my knees dragging across the carpet, as she gave the leash a few good tugs to get me to hurry up.

Mistress Kelly smacked my ass to get me up onto the bed, where she tied the collar around her bed post. I laid on my back, tied up, while she began to undress beside the bed.

“There are more surprises, you know,” Mistress said slyly.

“Oh?” I cleared my throat. “Thank you, Mistress. I’m excited to see what you have in store.”

She pulled something out from the top drawer of her dresser, and when she turned to me, I realized it was lube and a butt plug. I was nervous, but also excited. I had secretly been wishing for her to use my ass.

“Okay, now you just lay there and be a good boy,” she said, squirting a glob of lube onto her fingers. She pressed it against my asshole, and I squirmed from the cold. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re going to love this.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Mistress Kelly started pressing the hard, stainless-steel tip of the butt plug against my asshole, slowly forcing it inside me. I let out a long, loud whimper, but the brief moment of pain quickly gave way to pleasure.

“Play with your cock while I use this in your ass.”

My cock was already half-hard, so I took it in my hands and began to jerk myself off while she started to pull and push the butt plug inside me. Every thrust of the toy sent waves of intense pleasure surging through me, a feeling I hadn’t ever experienced before. It scratched an itch somewhere inside me I didn’t know existed and opened up a whole new realm of orgasm. 

“Mistress, can I please cum?” I groaned, barely able to utter the words.

She sighed, long and hard, like she was stalling for time. “Fine. You may cum.”

Only a split second later, just as Mistress Kelly was slamming the butt plug as far into my ass as it could go, my cock shot out a big load of hot cum, right across my stomach. It splashed down in thick white ropes, and I couldn’t believe having a butt plug up my virgin ass had given me such a strong orgasm. Not to mention the fact I was collared and tied up to the bed.

Mistress Kelly looked down at my cum-covered body with delight. “I knew you’d love it, like the little slut you are.”

She brought a towel over to wipe the cum off of my stomach, and I thought we were done. My mistress, on the other hand, had other ideas. 

With the butt plug still deep inside me, Mistress Kelly started stroking my cock with lubed-up hands. The hand job felt amazing, her slippery skin rubbing against my shaft in alternating directions. When I was nice and hard, she lowered herself onto me, her pussy slowly opening up around my cock.

She rode me back and forth, a slow grinding motion. She leaned over at one point to grab her phone off the nightstand so she could snap a few pictures. 

“A collar and leash suits you,” she said contentedly, focusing her attention back on riding me.

I let out a long sigh. I couldn’t agree more. . . 

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