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, it's been a year since my last femdom experience. That last one with an older woman really killed it for me. I told her what I liked, and what I didn't. She did everything to me that I told her I didn't like. Although I wasn't publicly humiliated in front of a crowd, I felt a little shame. I felt used and abused in ways I didn't want to be. I mean for fucks sake, a girl around my age shoved a jelly dong down my throat as I came. It really put a damper on the lifestyle for me. I went home, took a hot shower, smoked a couple bowls and had a few shots.
It's now a year later, and I'm looking for another session. I think this time would be better if it's with a chick around my age. So I did the research, checked the usual spots online, and found an ad I liked. They all say "no text, calls only," but I'm a little skiddish. So, I text a girl anyways. After a few failures, one finally gets back to me. We go over the details, chat on the phone, and the appointment is set up. The day before, I do my usual ritual: I don't eat a damn thing to avoid any surprises during the session. I don't want to need to use the bathroom mid-pegging. That would be embarrassing.
I was sleeping at a lady friend's house the night before. When I woke up, we had a little morning sex. I won't bother to get into the details. I figured it would be best to lose my testosterone before I go see this femdom. After I came and cleaned up, I packed my things and went on my way. When I arrived, I texted her.
"Hey, I'm in the area. This place looks a little sketchy though. Are you sure this is the right place?"
"Yes, it is. Why sketchy?"
"Just sorta odd. There's some guy out front."
"Yeah, that's my neighbor. He'll leave for work soon."
"Oh, okay." I drove around the neighborhood, every so often driving through the block until the other cars were gone. The coast was finally clear. "Alright, can I come knock on the door?"
"You're early. But sure, I guess so. You can watch me get ready."
"Okay." I parked my car across from her house, grabbed my duffle bag, and knocked on the door. I wasn't sure what to expect. Since my last femdom experience, I had gathered a collection of toys. I knew what I liked, and what I didn't. So, I brought some toys with me to make things easier in case she didn't have a large collection. The door opened to reveal a petite, blonde girl. She looked about my age, young and pretty. She was wearing short shorts, a tank top, and no bra. It was pretty hot, and I started to get excited.
"Come on in." She stepped away from the doorway and let me in. "Take a seat on the couch. I'll finish getting ready." I sat on the couch and watched as she walked down the hallway to her room. I looked around the living room, and noticed a pipe on the coffee table.
"You smoke?"
She popped out of her room, adjusting a bra without a shirt. "What? Oh yeah. Do you?"
"Yeah...I brought some actually."
She clasped her bra together. "Well fuck, let's smoke and take the edge off."
"Sure, okay." I went through my bag and grabbed the bud. I started to grind it up and pack a bowl when she came out from the room with her tank top back on.
"You know...you look familiar. Have I dommed you before?"
"Nope, this is my second time with a dom."
"Oh? Who was your first?" She took a seat next to me.
"I don't remember her name. It was at some sort of fetish event at a hotel. She really fucked with my head though." I continued to pack the bowl.
"What do you mean?"
"She made me nervous. I thought at any time the cops were gonna bust down the door and catch me getting fucked in the ass by a dom."
She laughed. "Oh shit, I'm sorry that happened to you. But don't worry, we're safe here. It's just you and me, and my roommate's girlfriend. She'll keep to herself."
"Okay." I offered her the pipe. "Ladies, first."
She smiled and grabbed the pipe. She lit the bowl and took a few puffs, then passed it to me. After we went back and forth like that for a bit, she put the bowl down. "So, are you ready?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Come with me." She stood up and walked back down the hall. I grabbed my duffle bag and followed after her into her room. She closed the door behind me and sat on her bed. "Strip." I quickly did as I was told. The excitement of a young girl telling me to get naked for her was pretty thrilling. However, I wasn't getting hard. I mentally cursed myself for having sex before I came over. I'm proud of my endowment, and I wanted to show off for this pretty young thing sitting before me. Once I was naked, she looked me up and down. "Kneel."
I sat on my knees and looked up at her. "Come over here," she said. I crawled over to her, my hands and feet on the cold floor. "Kiss my feet and my legs. Worship them." I lightly grabbed her right foot and kissed it. I made a trail of kisses up her shin, around her calf, and up her thigh. I stopped at the cuff of her shorts, and then switched legs. "Are you getting excited?"
"Yes, I am," I said.
"Gooood." She pointed her foot at my chest and lightly pushed me back. "Let me see you get hard." I swallowed hard. Fuck, okay, we can do this. Just get it up. I grabbed my cock and slowly started to stroke myself. Nothing was happening. It was like my cock wouldn't respond. "Need help?" She looked at me quizzically.
"I think I'm just nervous. Sorry."
"It's alright." She stood up and started to undo her shorts. I watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped them. She slipped them off with ease. Nothing was underneath. I gazed at her shaved pussy. "Like that?"
"Yeah, I do." I looked at my dick. "Fuck, I don't know why this is happening. I guess I just get nervous with dominatrixes."
She nodded. "That's fine. I'm pretty comfortable with you. Are you comfortable with me?" She walked over to me and slid her hand across my shoulders. She held my head against her pelvis, and gently rocked her hips against the back of my head.
"Yes, I am."
"Good." I heard her go through her dresser. When she came back around, she had put a thong on and took off her tank top. "I'll just wear this for now. Maybe it will help." I continued to stroke, but still struggled. "Do you need some kind of lubrication?"
"Maybe."
"Well...I don't have anything except this hand lotion." She picked up a squirt bottle of lotion. "Will this work?"
"Actually, I have some lube."