Femdom-Blog

Perhaps Stephen was surprised that it started with him face down. Unable to move. Restrained at every limb. A hood over his head. And a room that was very, very cold.

I guess I don’t know if anything ever really surprised Stephen though; he was fairly calculated and thoughtful, sometimes difficult to read. I told him, though, that it was only a matter of time before I made my way to Manitoba to unravel him. Of course he believed me on some level.

But face down?

After all, I couldn’t really see him that way. And it was such an unconventional way to start a relationship. Face down, on a medical table, in a warehouse somewhere, with dripping water in the background and a cold chill in the room. He was still half drunk maybe, a little delirious, definitely cold, and still had not said a word to me. Typical.

Not that it really mattered. I could sit there all day and just watch him, face down on the table, waiting for him to start to come to grips with his reality, waiting for him to be the first to blink, so to speak. He had a hood over his head anyway, and couldn’t see that I was pleasuring myself, just kind of watching him, sometimes taking a break, sometimes stopping to read a book.
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Brian came in from the Rugby game, sweating and exhausted. “Hi there babe…I made the winning conversion! Cindy, Brian’s girlfriend looked up from where she was curled in his armchair, reading “Elle”. Cindy always had a sort of bored, distant look in her beautiful green eyes, but she leaned forward and smiled, and Brian got a shot of her cleavage, and his penis strained miserably against the tight metal casing. Brian breathed hard. “Anyway, I’m hot and exhausted, and I’m going to take a shower and a nap before we go get dinner, O.K.?”
Cindy smiled. “You’re really tired, Brian?” Brian sagged against the doorjamb. “Yeah, you could say so…clients all week and then this intense game which we won, thanks to me.He flexed his rugged chest, and Cindy thought about what shallow boors men were. Like paper tigers. “I just want to pack it in for a while.Cindy looked at her right hand. “That’s a shame, hon…I just got my nails done at Saks.Brian’s penis bounced sharply against the metal again. “I thought you’d like a little stimulation.”
Immediately, Brian gaped at Cindy’s long, azure nails, which would provide him with an $80 bill from Saks Fifth Avenue at the first of the month. Cindy fluttered them at him in a flute-playing motion. Brian backed away from the door, his penis surging painfully in its lonely cell.
He stripped off his rugby shirt, shorts, underwear, socks and cleats revealing a cruel metal chastity belt around his waist. Cindy snickered as she saw the crotch area thumping, as if it had imprisoned a Mexican jumping bean. Brian came up to where Cindy was sitting and sank to his knees. “Oh please,Cindy-Miss Cynthia” Brian took Cindy’s tiny foot in his huge hands, removing the heel and rubbing her toes. He thought again about how she would tease his cock until the blue nails and the purplish hue of his frustration would nearly match….Brian kissed Cindy’s toes and looked up at her hopefully. “Maybe-maybe today might be-” He dared not say it.
“A release day?Cindy said, amused. She fluttered her long nails in front of Brian again, and he thought about how they would feel toying with his frenum, the sensitive spot just under his penis tip…she would tickle and laugh as he strained against the cruel handcuffs. It had been 126 days since Brian’s last orgasm and that one he’d been forced to give himself, jerking off in the bedroom closet while watching Cindy giving head to the water boy from his Rugby team.

He’d been so good lately-cleaning the house,buying Cindy lots of gifts. Would she have mercy on him? Would she let him cum after a four hour teasing session, or just jerk her hand away, laughing as she usually did?E He might cum. Was it too much to hope for? Things had changed so much since she’d found the letters from Jennifer…
Back then, Brian was a player…His frat brothers called him “The Silent Predator and indeed ,he had not had to jerk off for sex since about 9th grade. And his constant infidelities during relationships had never really been an issue, he could care less-until he met Cindy.

Brian had met Cindy while working for her father, and it looked like he might get a great promotion when they were married. But Brian would love Cindy even if she were a pauper! Cindy was incredible-she looked very much like Heather Kozar, the melon breasted saucy Playmate, but had a wit and personality sharper than any of Brian’s friends. He wanted them to be together for good, but on the other hand, he just couldn’t keep it in his pants!

What was especially cool about Cindy was her enthusiasm for Brian’s desire to be a bondage slave-which had put off a number of his other girlfriends. Brian loved it when Cindy would dress in some hot Victoria’s Secret lingerie, perhaps a garter belt, and bind him naked to a bedstead.
She’d spend hours pulling Brian’s hard cock, pulling away just as he was about to come. He would plead and plead, and Cindy would laugh, tossing her head as she stroked some more. Of course at the end of each session, Cindy would either mount his dick and he’d cum inside her, or she’d blow him if she was feeling especially randy…and then he went back to being “The Boss” when she’d untied him.

So Brian was especially undone one afternoon, after a three hour session. Cindy had tied her hair up high on her head, and dressed in a peach demibra and tiny thong panties, thigh-high pullup stockings and high heels. She had perched her little butt on Brian’s chest and stroked for a while, waving her cheeks in his face, and then alternated, sitting on his knees and waving her boobs in his face.
“Oh, please…please…more…please let me cum, baby.Brian was nearly crying when Cindy stopped. She hopped off the bed and went to the dresser. “What-what’s wrong?” Brian asked, “Is everything all right?”
“All’s well, honey..my hands are just tired.Cindy sighed. “The tease is over for today.Brian adjusted his head slightly…his hands and feet were tightly bound to the bedposts, and it was difficult for him to move. Brian’s cock was bloated with backed-up semen and his balls felt like lead weights. He had to get off! “Don’t you want to um, screw now, honey?he asked Cindy. Brian felt so ungentlemanly putting it that way. Cindy laughed. More »