Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability.
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So, that girl from a year ago was no longer a femdom in training. She was her own femdom, her own boss, and had her own services. This definitely changed things. A girl I was once put off by now suddenly had me wrapped around her finger, or more literally, her finger wrapped around my prostate. We started hanging out after that first session, but we weren't friends. I was practically a live-in sub, doing her chores and what not. It was a week in, when one day I came over. She seemed a little angry, so I offered to smoke.
"A client cancelled on me today," she said.
"Oh? His loss I guess," I said. I lit the bowl, took a few puffs, and then handed it to her.
"Guess so." She took a few puffs herself. "What about you? Looking for a session today?"
"I wasn't really planning on it. I was just thinking of hanging out."
"Yeah, I guess we can do that. We could play some video games or something."
"That could work." I thought for a few moments...maybe I could work this out in my favor. "What is the tribute for a night instead of a regular session?"
"Why? Are you interested?" She perked up.
"Yeah. I mean, may as well not make the day a total loss right?"
"Well, we could do the usual tribute since you're a regular. I have nothing else planned for tonight anyways."
"Really? Alright then, let's do it." I packed up my stuff and we left for my place. The ride over was mostly silent in conversation. I'm a fan of listening to music and just getting lost in the drive. She asked the usual questions. How far are we going? Where do I live exactly? Etc. Keeping it safe, it was understandable. When we got to my place, I showed her my room and my liquor cabinet. "Feel free to make yourself a drink."
"I think I will." She smiled and grabbed a bottle of rum.
"I'll get you something to mix it with. I'm a fan of rum and coke."
"I'll just have a few shots for now," she said. She poured some rum into a glass and knocked it back.
"Suit yourself," I said. I grabbed a soda from the fridge and mixed myself a drink. I figured one of us should be mostly sober. We settled into my room and put a movie on. It was 'My Awkward Sexual Adventure,' a good choice for what was to come, I thought. Halfway into the movie, I started my prepping routine. I took out my duffle bag of toys and grabbed the douche I had bought myself. I ran some warm water, filled it up, stripped down, and then went into my shower.
It was a little embarrassing knowing she was in the room next to me, while I cleaned myself out. It's hard to keep things silent went you have a rectum full of water. I figured she was used to it, and didn't mind. When I was finished, I cleaned up and walked back out into my bedroom. She was lying down towards my TV. I put on some boxers. "Tired?"
"Just a little tipsy."
"Oh..." I was a little bummed. The point was to have a night of domming, not for her to get plastered and fall asleep. I wanted to salvage something. "Did I ever tell you I learned massages from a masseuse?"
She looked at me. "You did?"
"Well, a friend of a friend who's a masseuse. But basically, yeah."
She stretched. "I love massages."
I climbed up onto the bed. "Do you mind? A good slave should take care of his Mistress."
"Go ahead." At the time, she was wearing gym shorts, a pair of undies, a tank top and a bra. I climbed on top of her, straddling my legs around her hips.
"Do you mind removing the bra? Straps just get in the way," I said.
"Sure." Without hesitation, she unclasped her bra and removed it. I then started to rub around her neck and shoulders. She didn't give me much of a response, but I could see some tension loosening up.
"You know, I can do more than your shoulders. I can work your back, your arms, and move my way down," I said. I started to rub her upper back.
"Whatever is fine," she said.
"Alright." I moved to her arms, guiding each one to her side, extending it, and placing pressure on the muscles. I firmly grabbed her biceps, triceps, and the muscles in her forearms, working the tension down and out through her fingers. I repeated the process on each arm, and then moved inward toward her back. I rubbed her upper back with gentle, but firm movements, and worked my way down between her shoulder blades, along her spine, and beneath her breast cage.
As I went lower, I decided to test my luck. I grabbed her shirt. "Do you mind?" I started to lift it. "It will make tracing your back easier."
"Go ahead," she said.
I smiled to myself and continued to lift her shirt. I watched as the sides of her small breasts were exposed. Pressed against the bed beneath her, they looked soft. I started to rub her back again, and soon traced my hands up and down the length of her back. This time, not applying pressure, simply tracing her muscles and the small of her back with my hands. I worked my way up and started to apply pressure to her sides. I slid my hands upwards and lightly felt her breasts.
"Watch it," she sharply said.
"Sorry," I quickly responded. I traced my hands back down and rubbed around her waist. I began to work pressure onto her hips, when I decided to push my luck even further. "There are pressure points on the top and beneath the buttocks too. And some on the inner thighs. Would you mind if I work on these areas too?"
"Sure," she said.
I first started to rub her legs and thighs. I wasn't in a rush to end things quickly. I applied pressure to the inside and outside of her thighs, then to her calves, and worked my way down to her feet. I changed my seating position, and sat atop her ass as I bent each leg and brought her feet towards my body. I would rub her soles, the arches of her feet, and each toe, working out the tension. When her feet were done, I decided to work up the courage for the final step. I turned back around, and returned to my straddling position.
Well, it was now or never. I slipped my fingers into her waistband. Slowly, nervously, cautiously, I slipped her shorts and undies down, revealing her shapely ass and her lower pair of lips. She didn't react. Not wanting to enter illegal territory, I spoke up. "Is this alright?"
"Yes," she said.
"Okay. I'm just going to work on the pressure points. I'll let you know which ones as I move along. Right now, just the ones around the buttocks." I took my fingers, and worked them into the muscle at the top of each buttock. After a few moments, I would trace my fingers down to the bottom, and work pressure into the flesh just beneath her buttocks. After alleviating what pressure I could, I gently grabbed each cheek, mimicking the same movements.
"Now, there are some points on the inner thighs," I said. "However, they're a little close to your pussy. If you don't want me to do this, just say so."
"Just watch yourself," she said.
"Yes, Mistress." I slowly spread her legs, and placed my fingers against the innermost part of her thighs, an inch or two away from the lips encasing her womanhood. I gently applied pressure to these points, and exhaled slowly. I could see her letting out a long exhale as well. Moments later, I retracted my fingers and gazed at that set of lips between her legs. "May I...May I feel you, Mistress?"
"Okay, that's enough for now," she said. She pulled her shorts back up and bucked me off as she rolled over. "Thanks for the massage. I'm tired, how about we get some sleep? I'll dom you tomorrow."
