Femdom-Blog

Vince said he had been a long time reader of my web site. I was going to be in his home town anyway on a business trip, and my girlfriends were joining me so we could attend a hockey game and get a hotel suite and go out dancing. It was all harmless and in good fun, but I don’t think Vince knew what he was getting himself into when he said he’d drop by our section at the game and if we “liked what we saw” we could “have our way with him.”

Sure, I get offers like this all the time. My girlfriends and I laugh it off – sometimes we indulge a little with some harmless flirting and teasing, but it never really goes farther than that. Vince, though, must have been at the right place at the right time.
My girlfriend Natalie leaned over to me from our seats at the game and said, “Is that your guy over there? Is that him?” Leslie had binoculars, which we didn’t need because we were ten rows from the ice, but she used them to spy Vince.

“Oh,” she said, “Nice ass.”

“Give me those,” I hissed, yanking them out of her hands because people near us were looking at what we were looking at. Instead of training the specs on the penalty box as I had been doing all night, I turned them toward the man standing at the top of our section, at the time we instructed, occasionally turning to face the concourse as I had ordered in the email earlier. “So we can see the full package,” I had teased him.
More »

I undressed while my wife watched. Quietly, I put my hands behind my back and she quickly snapped handcuffs on my wrists. She pulled me by my cock through the house to her bedroom.

Standing at the foot of her massive four-poster bed, she knelt behind me and locked my ankles to the leather cuffs chained to the bed feet. Standing, she unlocked the handcuffs and locked my wrists to the leather wrist cuffs chained near the top of the posts. Satisfied with my bondage, she ran her hands against my body for a while before she sat down at her vanity and brushed her hair.

Watching her, I thought about how our sex life came to this. My wife and I were wed three years ago. We were very happy together, and spent many nights cuddling and exploring each other. The sex was infrequent, but I thought she was satisfied. How wrong I turned out to be.
More »

He had been kneeling, completely naked, with his hands bent over like dog paws in the darkened lobby for about half an hour. His Goddess’s maid had told him that his Goddess commanded him to wait Here in this manner until She was ready for him. He hadn’t seen his beloved mistress for over a month and the strain, particularly physically, was beginning to show. At the end of his first visit, and his last for some time, She had ordered him not to masturbate between the times of his visits to Her. He had somehow managed to obey Her demand and apart from a couple of erotic dreams about Her, when he had awoken sticky and ashamed and more More »

The room is dark, lit only by a few candles, obscure shadows fall upon the walls. A cross sits by the wall, a bed draped in purple near the other. The silhouette of a man and a women stand in the center of the room. Miss Bonnie kisses him on the neck, tasting him, tasting his apprehension. Slowly she runs her hands over his chest, up and down his body. Softly feeling him, caressing his body.
Grasping Johnny’s hair, Miss Bonnie pulls him across the room to her cross, pressing him against it, pressing her body against his. Slowly she kisses him on the lips as she holds him there. Breaking the kiss she takes his wrists in her hands and lifts them onto the cross. “Stay bitch!” Miss Bonnie’s command is firm and unwavering.
Moving away for the briefest of moments, Miss Bonnie reaches towards the nightstand and produces a long slender tube. “Rrrip” The distinctive sound of clingfilm emanates through the room as she meticulously wraps it over and under Johnny’s trembling arm. “Rrrip” another round his arm, “Rrrip” and another, tightly pinning it against the crosses wooden frame.
“Rrrip” Tearing the clingfilm free Miss Bonnie begins on his next arm. “Rrrip” With his arms bound securely to the cross, she places her foot between his legs, swiftly kicking them apart. Now staring into his eyes, her devious grin widens as she runs her finger up his chin, holding his lustful gaze into her eyes.
With the grace of a cat Miss Bonnie breaks her gaze, runs her free hand down his body and down his leg. “Rrrip” with a few wraps and a tear, Johnny’s leg is firmly bound. “Rrrip” with another few wraps and another tear, his other leg is secure. “Rrrip” … “Rrrip” again and again, now binding his torso to the cross. One last tear, and he’s helplessly bound and at her mercy.
“Hehehe” an evil giggle escapes her lips as she stands back and watches Johnny struggle against his bindings. A flex of an arm muscle, a twist and tug of a leg, another flexing muscle, Johnny’s resistance is futile.
“You know your not going to escape my clutches, don’t you. … Of course you do, yet you still try, I wonder why. You know thats what I love about you. You always try to resist, to resist me, yet I always win. We both know that deep down you desire to be mine.” Bonnie says with a wry tone in her voice as she walks back and forth in front of Johnny, teasing his eyes with her elegant and refined body. Stopping in her tracks, Miss Bonnie turns and looks at him, at his erect cock; “Awww, poor baby, you have a problem there don’t you? Hehehe.” Her sweetly diabolical tone betrays her real feelings.
Reclining in the chair opposite of her new found toy, Miss Bonnie spreads her legs. Looking onward at her toy’s hard and bobbing cock, she reaches into her thong, gently she begins caressing and fingering her wet sex. Taunting him with her gaze, with her moans of pleasure, teasing him with what he can’t have. Her moans become louder as her pace quickens.
Watching from across the room, Johnny longingly watches her every move. His cock yearning for Miss Bonnie’s touch. His sweaty muscles flexing against his plastic bonds. Begging her with his eyes, for a touch, a stroke, anything, but to no avail. “Aahhh, aahhh, aahhh!” As Miss Bonnie’s moans become louder, his cock aches harder, and harder for attention. With her final moan, his begging becomes null.
Leaving her seat, she walks over to Johnny – her toy – hers alone. Taking his cock in hand, she slowly strokes it up and down as she watches his frustration build. Sensing he’s near the edge she releases his cock, and begins to run her finger over the head, collecting his precum. “Hehehe” Miss Bonnie’s laughter is delightfully evil. “You want to cum, don’t you? Hehehe.” running her finger over his lips she finishes; “It’s going to be a long night for you my toy. A long night.” …

A collaborative birthday present with James for good friend Bonnie who owns her own site

http://collarncuffs.com/

You may be among the many who has started to seeing messages appearing in unexpected places-hidden amongst the blank sheets of photocopier paper, for example or even 6 pages into a blank school exercise book.
They purport to be messages from 2000 years in the future delivered to this time and space by methods unknown and seemingly magical which rather validate their astonishing claims.We reproduce the wording of one here for you together with an Sardax’s vision of the subject mentioned.
More »