The Origin of My Fetishes

Note: Hey guys! I just wanted to share my story about my first femdom experience which led to my fetishes I have today :) Everything is 100% true, I remember this night very vividly! This story happened during my freshman year of college. At the time, I've had very little experience with my bdsm desires. I didn't really know specially what I was into, just the broad idea of being dominated by a woman. The most I had experienced at the time was being handcuffed. Boy was I in for a ride.

It was rush week, me and this girl have been getting along the whole time at this party. She is gorgeous, some sort of Mexican, Asian, and White mix. She is short, about 5'2, long brown hair, with the most perfect soccer legs. We're in one of the brother's rooms making out. Our hands feeling all up and down each other, as the door gets kicked down and we get yelled at and kicked out. We're laughing as we're walking on frat row. She asks if I wanted to go back to her dorm, as her roommates are all out partying. Of course I say yes with no hesitation.

As we're walking, we're talking about the usual things, where we're from, our hobbies, etc. The whole time I'm thinking about her dominating me. The thought of being in her control practically made me hard right on that walk. We get back to her place and we resume what we started at the party. After about 5 minutes of making out, I decided to risk it. I thought to myself, "why not tell her? You're at college you'll probably never see her again." So I shyly told her I'm into being dominated.

She looked at me for a second, then smiled and said "are you sure you could handle me in control of you?" My heart now racing with excitement.

"Of course I can!" I responded, smiling back at her.

She gets up and goes to her closet and takes out a huge roll of saran wrap. I'm a little confused, and ask "what's that for?"

She giggles, "you don't know what you're in for. Are you sure you want to give up control to me?" A naughty smile fills her face.

"Yes I'm sure!" I respond, eager to fulfill my submissive dreams.

She comes up to me, grabs my balls, squeezing them, "say it then! Say, 'goddess, I give you full control of me!'"

I say quickly, "Goddess, I give you full control of me!" My balls in pain within her grasp, my cock jumps with excitement.

She squeezes harder, looking at me dead in the eye, "Say 'my cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!'"

I twitch at her firm grasp, my balls aching with pain, but my cock standing straight up. "My cock and balls belong to you Goddess!" I shout.

She squeezes even harder, making me whimper, my legs trying to close in defense. "You forgot to say 'and you can do whatever you please!' Now say it again!" she commands, forcing my legs apart, not once breaking eye contact with me.

I yelp, "My cock and balls belong to you Goddess, and you can do whatever you please!"

She lets go of my balls, and tells me to take off all my clothes. As I am stripping, she pulls out a foldable exercise bench from her closet. She tells me to lay down on it, so I do. She begins to wrap me to the bench, starting from my chest, down to my ankles. My cock harder than ever, already leaking precum. I've never been restrained in such a way before, and never to this extent. I'm wrapped like a cocoon, unable to move, only able to slightly lift my head and wiggle my toes. She cuts holes out for my nipples and for my cock and balls. After she's finished, she took a step back and admired what she did to me. She stands there smiling, giggling to her self. Her soft side comes out for the last time, "Before I get started, I'm going to explain one thing first. I won't do anything to you that would cause permanent damage, so no matter how much you beg or cry to me, I'm going to do whatever I want, ok?"

Obviously I agree with her, I shake my head yes, my cock already harder than ever. I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited. I'm thinking, what could she possibly do that would make me actually want her to stop? Laughing to myself at that thought, I was just excited to cum while being restrained. She then switches back to her dominant personality, "Now my slave, let's get these pathetic balls tied up, and this foreskin out of the way!" She takes a string, pulls my foreskin back as she ties my balls up. My foreskin tied back, my tip fully exposed, hard and dripping a full puddle of precum now. Slave? I've never been called that before, but it made me extremely turned on.

She begins to take off all her clothes, I'm hypnotized by her beauty. As she takes off her shirt, I see a stubble in her armpits. I've never thought of being attracted to armpits or body hair, but hers oddly looked great. She strips everything off except for her black thong. She walks over to me and stands over my face, facing my head. Her legs on each side of my head, I'm directly under her pussy as she looks at me under her. I admire her body above me, noticing a stubble around her pussy just like her armpits, but a little longer. For some reason that made me even more turned on.

"Oops, see those stains on my panties? That's because I haven't showered since yesterday morning," she giggles, "my ass and my pussy must stink real bad, maybe I should wash up." She steps beside me and crouches down to my level, "do you want me to wash up real quick?"

"Sure, that would be great!" I respond innocently, admiring her small perky boobs so close to my face. She then lifts her arm, and shoves her armpit onto my face. Her stubble pokes my face, her musky sweaty scent fills my nostrils. I try to turn my head away but her armpit is locked on my nose. My shoulders attempting to turn, my legs jerking, toes wiggling. I can't move an inch.

"Awww look at you try to get away! You thought I was going to shower for you?! You're going to inhale my sweaty pits and you're going to love it!" She laughs, my cock throbs. The smell of her armpit is making my cock harder? I was a little confused, how could a sweaty, smelly armpit make me hard?

She finally lifts her arm as I gasp for fresh air. That doesn't last long, as she switches armpits, smothering me once again. "Lick it clean slave!"

I didn't really want to, I didn't want sweat in my mouth. I shook my head and muffled "no thanks" under her armpit. Big mistake. She begins to repeatedly slap my balls, alternating the strength of her slaps and pattern. I jolt under the saran wrap.

"Lick them clean if you want me to stop!" She commands.

I start licking quick. My tongue passing over each tiny hair of her stubble, a salty taste invading my mouth. I'm whimpering as she continues to slap my balls, asking her desperately as I lick, "is this good enough goddess? Please stop it hurts!" She just laughs at me, my cock throbbing, more precum leaking out. Finally she stops, lifting her armpit off my face.

I take deep breaths of relief, as she then stands over my face once again, facing my cock this time. She slowly lowers her pussy towards my face. An intense, musky, funky scent coming off of her pussy. I try to turn my head away, but she grabs my face holding me still. She stops an inch from my nose, "you like that slave? Smell my stench! You don't deserve a clean pussy!"

I try to breathe through my mouth, but she covers it with her hand and laughs. I am almost gagging, the smell was stronger than anything I've ever smelled before. But strangely, my cock did not go soft, it kept leaking even more. I was overwhelmed, the smell too much for me to handle, I beg her to stand up. She ignored me, and sat down on my face, her pubes poking through her panties. Now that I think back at it, she was a master at face sitting. She sat down with just enough pressure to allow me to breathe, but it was like using her filthy panties as a filter, I was strictly breathing the stench of her unwashed pussy through her panties. I had to take deep breaths just to get enough oxygen to stay conscious as her weight prevented me from breathing freely. Each breath I took filled my nose with more and more of her funky stench. I was trapped.

As I am suffering beneath her, she opens a bottle of what I assumed to be lube, all I could see was her magnificent ass hole above my eyes. She starts to furiously overstimulate the tip of my dick. She palms it, strokes it, pumps it, alternating between a bunch of techniques, but only sticking to the head of my cock, never going to my shaft. This makes me squirm around like crazy. I've never felt anything like this before. My tip was sensitive to begin with. During a normal handjob, a simple hand passing over my tip makes me jump. This is that feeling, but one thousand times more intense, I'm pathetically whimpering into her pussy. Each swirl around my tip making me take an even deeper breath of her pussy. I was choking on her stench, while writhing uncontrollably from her hands on my tip.

She continues this, ignoring my cries and whimpers, laughing at me shaking. She is unrelenting, attacking my tip while laughing at my cries. The feeling almost too intense to cum. I continue to thrash around, just wanting to cum and be done, I just cant. It is so intense all I could do was helplessly beg and cry under her pussy.

After about 30 minutes, I can finally feel I am about to cum, but she can feel it too. Remember the holes she cut out of the saran wrap for my nipples? Well, right as I can feel the bliss of release, my cum creeping up my urethra, she lets go of my cock and rubs both my nipples with one finger each. My cock twitches in the air for a moment, then cum dribbles out, my hips buck against the wrap, but it doesn't feel satisfying.

"Awwww look at your pathetic cock twitching around like that, miserably dribbling cum out." She stands up and looks at me, still straddling my face. I am gasping for fresh air. "What's wrong? That didn't feel that good did it?"

I shake my head no in utter disbelief, "I don't know! I came, but I still feel like I need to cum!" I say, desperately trying to inhale as much fresh air as possible, my cock is still jumping around.

"That's because I just ruined your orgasm! And I'm going to keep ruining it until I'm satisfied!" I'm confused, I don't know what that is. I only know that my cock came, but it didn't feel like I came at all. In fact, I need to cum even more than before.

"Please stroke my cock normally! I can't handle it anymore! I just want to cum! Please!" I beg, but it's no use.

She laughs, sits back on my face and rubs my nipples. My nose filled with her funk again, my cock twitching around from this nipple sensation. I've also never felt this before, no one has ever touched my nipples. It made me the hardest I've ever felt in my life. She continued rubbing my nipples until my hips were bucking like crazy the little they could under the saran wrap. My moans growing louder and louder under her.

"Look at your little thrusts, your pathetic tip begging me to touch it. That's what you want right?" she says.

I try to say no but it's muffled under her. She then began to obliterate my cock head once again, making me squirm helplessly. This time it doesn't take as long before I am on the edge again, but she lets go and slaps my balls as she ruins me again. I scream with frustration into her pussy, she laughs at me. She then proceeds to ignore my cock. Instead, she torments me in another unique way. She slaps my balls until I cry loud enough, then switches to rubbing my nipples until enough precum flows out, and repeats. My mind is basically mush at this point, entirely overwhelmed with pain, pleasure, and desperation. My cock dancing around, precum dribbling out like a fountain. Me, whimpering like a baby into her pussy.

She stops for a moment. Before I could catch my breath she grips my cock once more and continues to torture my tip. I squirm and squirm until I reach the edge. Can you guess? She lets go of my cock, this time lifting off my face looking at me and laughing at my face. My cock head the most sensitive it's ever been, or so I think. She plops back down on my face, her stench still as strong as ever. She goes right back to torturing my cock head. As I reach the edge, I dread the thought of her ruining me again, I desperately needed to cum. But this time, I felt the sweet bliss of release. My whole body convulsed, as I howled into her pussy. The little cum I had left after all those ruins shooting out while she laughs. My entire body relaxes going limp, including my cock.

"Good boy" she says, as she stands up and wipes some of the cum off her hand. I am recovering my breath, and close my eyes, exhausted. I hear her moving, and see her taking off her panties, "awww, that was intense huh? You think I'm done with you don't you?" She giggles.

My heart drops, she's not done with me? How? I came? Cumming is the universal sign of being done, right? I beg and plead with her to let me go, but she ignores me, her panties now on the floor. Her stunning pussy now out, her beautiful pussy lips surrounded by some slight hair, but the hair almost made it even sexier. She states, "now, you are going to lick my ass and pussy clean. Once you've cleaned me fully, I will let you go."

Without giving me time to protest, she sits back down, her pubes poking all over my face. She picks my soft cock back up and gets right back to palming my tip. My body convulses as I scream and cry and beg for mercy, but all she tells me is to clean her if I want to be let go. I desperately lick away, my tongue passes over her stinky pussy folds and her poking pubes. A salty, funky, foul task fills my mouth. My body shaking uncontrollably as her hands work on my tip. My licking is unstable, as I can't help but scream from her merciless hands on my defeated cock. My mind broken, I'm desperately waiting for this to end.

She palms my soft cock for about 20 minutes before she angrily said, "hmmmm it seems like this isn't working anymore, your cock is broken." She rises from my face, I frantically swallow, trying to get the foul taste out of my mouth. She returns with a huge vibrator with a silicone sleeve attached on it, which I now know is a hitachi.

"I need more cum, and you will give it to me one more time no matter what it takes!" She shouts, plugging the vibrator in the wall.

"Please let me go! I'm done, I can't cum anymore. I have no more! Please!" I desperately beg. As you could expect she ignores me, lubing up the sleeve and slipping my limp cock in it.

"Keep cleaning my pussy slave! Or else I will milk you for even more cum!" She sits back down on my face, the stench never lessens, the foul tastes returns to my mouth. She turns the vibrator on, my soft cock not big enough to fill the sleeve yet, it's just flopping around against the walls of the sleeve. Her pubes poke my face as I try to lick as fast as I can without gagging. I've never felt a vibrator on my cock before, let alone with a silicone sleeve. I can feel the vibrations making my cock slowly rise, filling the sleeve. As my cock fills the sleeve, the sleeve wraps around my shaft, gripping it tightly. My tip begins to shake from the vibrations making me writhe and whimper into her stinky pussy. The sleeve is open ended, so it is around my shaft leaving my tip exposed. My tip now fully hard, she starts to palm it again. This mixture of vibrations and her hand sends me into a frenzy. I scream, cry, yelp, holler, every word in the book. My body involuntarily convulsing, trying to break out, trying anything to get away from her unrelenting hand.

I suffered for a painstakingly long 45 tortuous minutes before I reached the edge again. My hips pressed against the wrap, arms tense, head thrusting forward into her pussy, she stops. She turns the vibrator off, lets go, and repeatedly slaps my balls. Before I could even process the pain, she turns it back on and palms again. I whimper and cry, still trying to lick her clean as I am afraid of what would happen if I stop.

Vibrator on. Palm swirling my tip. I squirm helplessly. I reach the edge. She stops. My balls are slapped. Repeat.

I am now fully crying beneath her, tears running down my cheeks. My body spasms out of control, my tip feels like it is going to be rubbed raw. After about 10-15 times of that process, I can't remember, she finally allows me to cum. It hurts so good, I feel my cock pulsating, nothing but a drop of cum dribbles out of my cock. She is laughing hysterically. She grinds on my face for a second before getting up, making sure her stench covers my face. I am gasping for air, my body completely drained. My cock twitching around in utter despair. She leans down and kisses me, "your face stinks," she says and continues to laugh hysterically.

From here I don't really remember what happened, as I was in such a daze. I had so many mixed emotions, I was drained and just wanted to go to sleep. I never did see that girl again, at the time that experience kind of scared me. Months later I regretted never getting her info, I reminisced about it every day. Because of her, I now have a stinky armpit/ass/pussy fetish, a tip overstimulation fetish, a ruined orgasm fetish, and a ball slapping fetish. I think about this experience every time I'm horny now, wishing I could experience something like this again. Thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked the origin story of my kinks lol :)