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Tops and Bottoms 1 by Foxbat  (Fm femdom cons)

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Tops and Bottoms 1 by Foxbat  (Fm femdom cons)



   The leather thong wrapped four turns around my balls was stretched
taut, limiting my motion, not that I could have moved much anyways,
being tied to the bed.  My cock was rock hard, every atom straining to
achieve the extra millimeter of length, which would achieve contact
with her tongue, which was waiting just outside of my range.

  A flick of her fingers against my bondaged nuts made my vision
explode in red and orange, but did little to dissuade my dick from
it's quest.  She ran a nail slowly across the sensitive skin, before
flicking her finger again.  Before the pain could register though, I
felt the entire length of my penis engulfed in the wet warmth of her
mouth.  Two quick head-bobs and a little tongue swirl later, I was
jerking against the chains and leather, ejaculating triumphantly as
her nails continued to scratch across my scrotum.

 * * *

   I'm not a submissive person.  I've always been dominant in bed, and
nothing gets me off like the thought of a girl on her hands and knees.
 But I'd never found a real submissive girl (or at least one who would
admit it).  I knew there was the whole life-style crowd out there, but
I was a grad student at a good school, from a straight-laced suburban
family, and unwilling to broadcast my kink publicly to find I woman
who would indulge my little fantasies.  So, I turned to the online
forums.

   And found nothing.  No one seems to want an inexperienced Dom.  The
few email responses I did receive all seemed to go nowhere, mostly, I
suspect, because they could sense I was new to "the scene."  So I took
some advice, and posted an ad, offering myself as a sub to an older
woman who could provide me with experience and connections.  I figured
a little sacrifice might be necessary to get where I wanted to go.

   So that was how I came to know "Mistress" - I didn't even know her
real name.  About once a week, she would come to my apartment (I was
forbidden from knowing anything about her real life), and we would
choose a scenario, which inevitably ended with me being tantalized,
torn between pain and the promise of pleasure.  It was about 50/50 as
to whether, on that particular day, she thought it would be crueler to
deny me an orgasm entirely (which led to furious masturbation sessions
after her departure), or to give me the option of accepting pain in
exchange (which usually left me sore).

 * * *

   Today's game was pony.  Although we never used her house, she often
brought equipment.  This time, it was a head-harness, complete with
rubber bit, and  a saddle with stirrups.  The saddle had straps that
went around my waist (cinch), and a pair that went over my shoulders.
It also had straps, however, that went from the waist strap back to a
2" metal ring, though which my cock and balls had been unceremoniously
stuffed.  This acted like a whither strap on a real saddle, but also
made my package prominent and easily accessible to her riding crop,
which struck whenever I made a mistake, as we paraded around my
apartment.

	Eventually, Mistress had me nuzzle her, whinnying and neighing the
whole time.  After a while, I got a dildo strapped to my forehead,
making me more of a unicorn than a horse, and I did my best to her get
off, succeeding only after 10 minutes of vigorous head-banging.  I was
allowed to come today, although in rather humiliating fashion.  She
sat backwards in the saddle, milking my cock with one rubber-gloved
hand, while two fingers of the other were buried in my ass, rubbing my
prostate.  Needless to say, I lasted about 30 seconds.

 * * *

  Although I would be lying if I said I didn't find my sessions with
Mistress somewhat exciting, but I was impatient to get on my promised
introduction to "the scene."  It seemed I was always a few sessions
away, and I think Mistress was sad and reluctant to lose her new
plaything.

   My salvation came in an unusual fashion, and at a steep price.  It
was the beginning of summer, and I was out shopping at the mall for
some shorts, when I ran across Mistress.  Before I thought better, I
waved and said hello.  Thank god I didn't address her as "Mistress."
Immediately after I opened my mouth, I realized my mistake, as her
glare could have killed small animals.  Just as I turn away, in a
ridiculous attempt to make like I don't know her, I catch something
out of the corner of my eye.  A girl, who could only be her daughter,
had been walking towards us, and must have saw the whole exchange.
That would explain the death-stare.  I permitted myself a glance
backwards as I walked away.  The daughter was gorgeous:  blond hair,
she had inherited her mother's buxomness, but had a very wholesome
college girl look to her.  We made eye contact for just a moment
before I turned away.

 * * *

   At first, my relationship to Mistress was fairly mechanical.  She
would come over, we would play around, and she would leave.  She
rarely said anything not relevant to the situation at hand.

   But in those rare moments, little flashes of personality, of
humanity showed through.  The few seconds of desperate fury right
before her orgasm and the few seconds of blissful and relaxed
fulfillment immediately afterwards, the fleeting expression of inner
thought on her face before she could cover, and the surprising
strength of her arm in punishing me for some tiny infraction all
provided hints as to who she really was.

   I got the sense that she was an incomplete person - she was
compensating or trying to make up for events that happened years
earlier, that everyone except her had moved past.  Her fulfillment
from our games derived from my being a sort of proxy, a boogey-man, a
scape-goat for some conglomeration of people from her past.  It was
for their sins, not mine, that I was being punished.

   That said, she was not so far unbalanced that she was a poor
mistress, or that these scars showed in anything but the most
barely-perceptible ways.  Her self-control was considerable.

 * * *

   After the meeting at the mall, I expected our next session to be
harsh.  I was not disappointed.  She began by shaving my scrotum - a
new experience for me - which I, at first, thought was meant to be a
form of humiliation.  I will say though that Dr. Evil wasn't far off
when he described the finished feeling as "breathtaking."

   Next, I was positioned on the floor, gagged and blindfolded, on my
hands and knees.  She tied each elbow to it's corresponding knee,
forcing me to contort slightly and arch my back.  A parachute-type
ball stretcher was fastened around my nutsack, and tied to a leg of my
couch, stretching my balls out behind me.

   I felt Mistress sliding a lubricated finger into my ass, and then
pushing something else in.  A vibrating egg?  I became somewhat more
alarmed, though, when I felt her playing with the head of my dick.
Something cool, long and thin was being inserted.  It was a very
strange sensation, as I could feel it sliding inwards.  A small piece
of tape kept it from sliding out.

   For a moment, I couldn't tell what Mistress was doing, and then the
blind fold was removed.  In front of my was a little control box with
two dials and wires leading back towards me, just about 2 inches out
of reach.  She carefully turned one of the dials, explaining that this
was a TENS electrical therapy unit.  At first I felt nothing, but as
she turned the dial, a throbbing sensation began in my cock and ass.
I realized the egg and thin probe must be electrodes.  The volume
increased as the throbbing turned into waves of sensation - it felt
like i was getting continuous blowjob as I could feel the waves
traveling down my dick.

   Mistress smiled at me cruelly.  I could come and be released, she
said, when I could reach the control unit.  Until then, she would whip
me with her favorite riding crop.

   I strained forward, but the parachute around my balls limited my
forward mobility and the knee-elbow ties made it so that I could reach
farther with my mouth than with my hands. I thought the control unit
was impossibly far away.  It would take a solid 15 minutes to slowly
relax and stretch forward without having my balls ripped off.

   And then the lashes started falling, soft at first, but
recognizably increasing in their frequency and intensity.  On my back,
on my legs, across my ass.  Everything burned, except my penis, which
was still pulsing from the giant electro-BJ.  I wiggled a half inch
forward.

 * * *

   Ten minutes later, my body burned and ached, my balls hurt from
frustration, tension and the occasional lash, and I was only
millimeters away.  I arched carefully, took a few deep breaths, tried
to block out the beating, and made by lunge.  I managed to bite the
knob, and sink backwards before the pain in my nuts made me black out.
 Unfortunately, in biting the knob, it got turned, making the
previously pleasurable waves turn into needle-like stabs of pain.  I
tried to focus through the haze of pain, and managed to turn the knob
back down.  Moments later, jerking against my bonds, the pain fused
with the milking sensation produced by the TENS, and I came violently.

 * * *

   Of the next ten minutes, I remember flashes.  Being untied, having
my head held between Mistress's big soft breasts, her tongue soothing
my crotch, and then being tucked into bed.





to be continued...






  - - -


First story in a long time... at least one or two more parts on the
way.  I've had three relationships and a lot of sex since I last
posted anything substantial, but it's all been boring.  Girls with the
right kink are hard to come by.  As always, I love to hear thoughts,
comments, criticisms, etc at foxbat00@gmail.com

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