An online Femdom BDSM Dating

We met on Slave Selection a Femdom BDSM dating website a few months ago, started to text and then spoke on the phone and felt an immediate connection. The chemistry upon meeting was strong and undeniable. We started dating and deeply fell for each other. From our first call, She cast a strong spell and Her sensual hypnotic voice quickly lured me into Her web, compelling me to open to Her and share my darkest secrets. She soon learned about my twisted kinky submissive nature. This dynamic immediately resonated with Her as She already knew power and control turned Her on.

 

While we play many games together, the first time She spread and violated me and saw the surrender in my eyes, my slavery became the reality and everything else became role to play. As Her knowledge grew, She began to savor the potential of the power that was always within Her, so Her deviance grew insatiably. She loves keeping me in a constant state of arousal, taking me to the edge with Her voice, Her hands, Her mouth, Her mind, and Her royal wetness. 

She has forbidden me to cum and required me to tell Her when I can’t take it any longer and am about to release. Each time that happens, I earn punishments, but such 

punishments pale in comparison to the penalty for unauthorized release. As time goes on, Her power grows. She has turned me into Her property, and I am to obey Her without question. She has established rules which I must live by. The rules can change at Her whim, retroactively and without notice. Infractions are not tolerated and excuses ensure additional punishment. 

She has taken ownership and complete control of my body, I am not allowed to even get an erection without Her permission! Her punishments are cruel and creative. She loves to use the whip, the paddle, the cane, hairbrushes, Her hands, belts, wire hangers, etc. She loves to tie me up and is especially fond of predicament bondage. One of Her favorites is painfully tying my balls in such a way that resisting Her whip or cock makes me pull against my own balls. She loves to remind me of my place and keeps me naked most of the time. I am not entitled to privacy and am subject to invasive searches at Her whim. In addition to beatings and physical torture, Her Femdom BDSM punishments can include time outs, writing assignments, verbal abuse, cage time, public humiliation, enforced chastity, withholding rewards and other psychological torture. While serving her and suffering for her pleasure is a reward in itself, She will also reward me with kisses, hugs, caresses, sweetness, and affection. Even when at her most dominant She can be sensual and sweet, but even at her most sensual and sweet, she can be wicked and controlling.

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I am a jogger, not a runner

I never thought a race would show me the way to submission to a very dominant woman, but there I was, 1 mile and already exhausted. Last night I had too much to drink now it seemed I was running in slow motion. But then I saw her, she was running in front of me. Tall, athletic, and beautiful, wearing short running tights.

My God, she had gorgeous ass and unbelievably shapely legs. I started following her and was able to keep a great pace until the last mile when I simply couldn’t keep up. She just kept going, never slowed down and all of a sudden, she was gone. Oh well, at least I will enjoy a cold beer after the race is over, I thought.

I was standing near the bar enjoying my beer when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There she was, the Goddess from the race. I thought you were going to keep up with me she said smiling. I replied that I had the best time running behind her. “Immediately l felt ashamed of my stupid comment”. She saw me blushing and changed the subject.

“Do you know we’re wearing the same shoes, boy?” I looked down and yes, we were both wearing black Brooks Pure Cadence shoes.

Teasing me

She then said, “can you imagine if we were wearing the same underwear too, wouldn’t that be embarrassing?” Not knowing what to say I blurted out, can I get you a beer? I am more of a wine drinker, she said, I live close by and have a nice bottle of wine chilling. Do you want to come over and have a drink? Before I could even reply, she grabbed my hand and led me to the parking lot.

As we got near her car, she turned around and said: “I want you to know I’m a Dominant Woman. I looked at her and asked; does that mean you will tell me what to do?” “Yes,” she said, but that doesn’t mean you have to do what I say if you are not comfortable.

Hearing this I started to get hard. Ok, I said I am cool with that. She smiled, pulled me close and kissed me hard as she slid her hand in my pants grabbing my cock.

“I can see what you mean by Dominant Woman”, I said in a way she wouldn’t be able to hear.

face-sitting with my dominant woman

 

Sexual Dominant Woman

We drove to her place and after our first glass of wine, she pushed me flat on to the couch, locked my wrists and silenced my mouth with her ass. I played with her pussy until she orgasm twice and then licked her clean. We spent the whole night fucking everywhere, nearly every surface of her apartment was covered with our sweat and juices.

She laid across my chest and slid her fingers through my chest hair tugging it gently. I like you, boy, but if you want to be with me you have to submit totally. I looked directly into her eyes and said with no hesitation; ” You have my unconditional submission, I want to be completely dominated by you.”

I really meant it and we have been together since then. I am a true FLR submissive and I love it!

The importance of Gratitude in a D/s relationship

The importance of Gratitude in a D/s relationship. Text from lebdsm

Jul 192019
Submission is a change in life that not only changes the way you dress, act and relate to each other. It truly shifts your life viewpoint in the long term.

 

One of the greatest gifts your Master will be giving you as a submissive/slave is the teaching of gratitude. You will become thankful for the smallest things and the largest surprises.

You are no longer going to take stuff for granted and you are not going to have a list of expectations, but you will learn to be grateful for everything that’s given to you. Submission is in many respects the ideal antidote to our selfish social culture.

Be grateful for everything that gets you through the day with your submission. If you are given tasks by the Master, thank him for the privilege of serving him.

Activity provides you the opportunity to add to your time a range. Once you've been sitting at his feet for most of the evening looking off in the distance, a opportunity to get up, get him some tea or do the dishes will be like heaven.

More than that, being thankful for the tasks he assigns you is a way of acknowledging to him that his pleasure is your pleasure and you love to meet his needs.

Pay attention; If your Master gives you permission to eat, enjoy intimacy, leave the room, etc., you will always say,“Thank you, Master.” You do not thank your Master only for the good things, but for the harsh things as well, this is exactly what’s expected from you!

To learn and to grow takes time, energy and patience from your Master. Punishment and correction will be involved. He will decide the best way to do it; just keep in mind, it is equally exhausting and challenging for both of you.

Thank him for his spankings, his corrections, his lectures and for giving you another chance to learn. The more you thank your Master for the punishments and guidance he gives you, the more firmly entrenched in his love and power you will become.

Developing a heart complete of appreciation is one of the best in all the ways you develop in grace through your practice.

Female Led Relationship

I never realized there was a difference between a Female Led Relationship and a Female Led Marriage. But then my Lady told me we were getting married and I found out what the difference is!

Christie has always been, shall I say, bossy. She told me she was, the first time I asked her out. I thought she was soooo hot and worth it that I gave her what she wanted, “my attention”. I figured I could put up with that bossiness until one day she hit a nerve and really pissed me off. In my thoughts I would sit her down, tell her enough is enough and we would find a happy medium between us.

I always respected Females and I didn’t mind taking orders some now and then; but expected for her to win some as I should win some. That was a healthy Female Led Relationship in my eyes.

My family and friends will say I’m a laid back reasonable, non-confrontational man that avoids fights to keep everyone happy.

That attitude is the one that got me where I am today. Sitting at Christie’s feet, afraid to confess to whatever she’s about to accuse me of, whether I’m guilty or not. Interrogation night; a scheduled event in Christie’s household, every Thursday evening at 8:00. There she encourages me to confess my sins for the week and what I have hidden from her. Sadly, I actually have always hidden “something” from her. Hell, if I didn’t, I’d get spanked every day instead of just every Thursday night.

Let me tell you, being spanked really HURTS, still surprises me every time! She alternates between a wide leather western belt and a slim red number that whooshes and stings like yellowjackets on my bare ass. I try taking it like a man, but she’s not happy until I’m squirming and begging and literally crying pleading for her to stop. One day I scuttle away on hands and knees trying to lock myself in the bathroom. Before I could reach the doorknob, I felt my hair in her firm grip DRAGGING me back to the punishment room. I paid a big price for what I tried to do. My ass, my thighs, my lower back, even my legs and the bottom of my feet were victims of my cowardice that night.

We’ve been married for around 2 years, and believe me, I love her more than I can tell. I can’t live without her. She knows that, so she holds nothing back.

She gets a kick out of slapping me too. There’s not an exclusive place to bend me over when I fuck up, she just WHAP WHAP WHAPS me anywhere. It’s effective, sobers me up in an instant. She swings hard, sometimes both hands and I see stars and hear bells ringing in my ears just like on the cartoon shows.

I still prefer that to the spankings she gives me. Slaps don’t leave marks like those belts do and they sting for a few seconds but that’s about it.

I know it sounds like my wife is abusive. I know you think that me being a male who is bigger and heavier should be able to put a stop to this. In reality, we have way past that point by now. I vowed a long time ago to never raise my hand to a Woman, it’s just not in me.

At least, she has held up her promise to never humiliate me in public or in front of my friends and I appreciate that. On the other side, her sister and my BF Wife’s have seen me receive some harsh measures several times. They think it’s good and fun and they egg her on. Of course, my darling Christie obliges.

This is my life into Female Led Relationship and I accept it. To me and her it’s the natural order of things. Just like now, she’s sitting in her chair and I’m butt naked sitting at her feet, looking up at her. She will ask me if I’ve lied to her this last week (I most certainly have) and I’ll say no as she pops me one across the face. Then she will ask again. She wants to hear Yes but not right away, so I’ll deny and her open hand will flash out and WHAP! Just a little harder each time.

That’s how interrogation goes here. About a half-hour of Q&A then another half hour of BMA. Busting my ass.

I love her though and I want to keep her happy. She’s my WOMAN and I’m her boy. So let’s get this done. I’ve got housework to do.

 

Sissy slave

My sissy slave Dream

 

 

The three Women laughed in unison. It was my Wife’s birthday and She had invited over her two best friends for dinner. Kristy and Samantha. Kristy, a tall blonde with very nice butt and perfect double size tits. She had that captivating look to her and such an amazing body. My sissy slave clit got hard practically every time I looked at her.

Samantha was beautiful; white skin and green big round green eyes. She was outgoing and always wore revealing clothes with no bra. I think She liked when her tits would pop out as her nipples were always hard. She had caught me staring at her tits and I think she liked to know that she could turn me in anytime she wanted to my Wife.

The worst part about this evening was that I confess to my Wife I had a crush on Samantha. It was stupid of me to tell her, but I woke up in a stupor and had confided that I had a wet dream about Samantha begging me to put my penis in her ass. I knew that if she found out I lied to her about the dream, then the punishment would be much more severe.

So now I had the feeling She had made this dinner just to get back at me in her tormented way. The women were halfway through their third bottle of wine when Samantha called me into the dining room. I had been serving them dutifully all night and I started to sweat as I stood in front of them. “How do you get him to be so obedient Marissa? I mean, I have never met a guy who will play the waiter all night.”

My Wife interrupted Samantha; “oh he is not a man!” Samantha and Kristy went silent with shocked expressions on their faces. “His cock is way too small and pathetic to fuck,” she continued. Kristy almost spits her wine but hold her laughter. My face went hot red and I looked at the floor. “You want to see what I am talking about girls?” Kristy and Samantha looked at each other nervously as my Wife got up from her chair and instructed me to remove my shirt.

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Kristy inquired, “what are you doing Marissa?” My Wife said no word, instead, made me climb on the table so that Kristy and Samantha had a better view of me. “Come on drop your pants so my friends can see what I am dealing with.” I hesitated to let them see what was underneath, I didn’t want them to know. They were gorgeous, I lusted after them and now my Wife wanted to humiliate me. Show them your little secret!

“Please, don’t make me do this, you said you would keep this a secret,” I said. “It is a secret hun, I just want to share it with my friends since you are dreaming about them so much.” I could see Samantha and Kristy confused as my Wife chided me about my dream. “I want to turn your dream into reality, now move!” I loosened my belt and let my pants fall around my ankles.

Women mouths were wide open as they saw what I was wearing; “are those panties, Kristy asked?” I was so embarrassed standing a few feet from these two gorgeous women. They were laughing uncontrollably about me wearing a pink lace thong. “I went to reach for my pants, but my Wife stepped on my pants and slapped my ass.

“Yes, they are Kristy, sissy panties.
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