Boots Worship Story
Gorgeous brunette mistress in boots is humiliating naked male slave. This femdom slave must obey to her orders and properly worship her sexy boots while mistress is teasing him in sexy dress and verbally abusing him. I think she is really sexy bitch and she knows how to use it. For more photos from this classic femdom story, click on boots worship image above and you will see free photo gallery. Enjoy!
MILF Strapon
If you click on MILF strapon raping photo above, you will see photos taken from brutal humiliation scenario where younger guy was deceived by mature slut to fuck her but she did that just to force him into submission and so she can actually fuck him with strapon. Really sad femdom story but if you want to see how MILF strapon dominatrix is abusing and raping horny guy, this is the right moment.
Home Slave Story
This femdom story is about real life home slave that must work for his mistress even when she is not at home. Mistresse’s slave is forced into complete submission what also include house maintaining and cleaning. of course, every mistress have boots collection that MUST be always prepare. If you click on home slave photo above, you will see free home slave gallery and his mistress forcing him to clean boots.
Fishnet Feet Worship
Wearing the chastity belt for a year had been harder to bear than I’d expected. I mean, I was skeptical about it when she first suggested it, saying that she wanted me to wear it for a year to demonstrate my devotion to her, but as she slowly talked me into it I managed to convince myself that it couldn’t be all that bad, especially since I’d know it would be removed eventually. I hadn’t realized how frustrated I could get, or that frustration could actually drive me to tears.
“I really want you to do this,” she’d said. “I want to know that you’re this serious about our relationship. Please, honey, if you want me to be your Mistress, I want to know that you can take being dominated for a long time without a break.”
“You mean you want to test me,” I said, not sure whether to feel hurt or not.
“Um, yes, I do. Look, honey, do you really know that you really want to be committed to being my slave? Do you really know that you won’t get bored with it someday and want to change things? Because I’ll love you even if you’re not my slave, but if we’re going to try to be serious about this D/s thing, I do want to know it’s going to work. So yes, I am saying I want to test you.”
“Uh, yeah, I see your point. But a whole year? I mean, admittedly the idea has intense fantasy potential, but …”
“Dear, it would also please me and excite me to know that I had you locked up.” She gave me that sly smile that always sets butterflies swarming in my stomach. I think she knows it has that effect on me. “I’d enjoy,” she drew out the word ‘enjoy’ deliciously, “I’d enjoy knowing just how frustrated you were getting. I’d love knowing all the time, even when we’re apart, that you’re my slave and that you’re suffering for me.” She was getting turned on talking about it, and, well, seeing her get turned on does things to me.
“What if I can’t take it?” I asked nervously. “And does the chastity belt really work like they say? I mean, is it really practical for wearing such a long time?”
“I’ll have the key, honey. If we absolutely have to take it off, we can. But I really want you to wear it the whole year.”
We talked like that off and on for a couple weeks. I reread all my old wanking material that mentioned male chastity devices. She made sure I knew how much the idea excited her. Eventually, trembling, I agreed. That night she locked the thing on me. It was a week after her birthday.
It was deliciously exciting to have her lock me up, knowing that I couldn’t free myself and knowing that the plan was for me to wear the harness and be deprived of my manhood for twelve long months. Fear mingled with excitement, my fantasies and my nervousness played tag, and with my heart all aflutter I stood there and let her tuck me into the device and lock it on my body.
That night she played with me, and the frustration was spice added to our lovemaking. She was very gentle, stroking me here and there, and I made tender love to her with my hands and my tongue. It was frustrating not to be touched on my penis, not even to be able to get hard, but it was the kind of frustration that can be fun in bondage. “This isn’t so bad,” I thought, “This is kind of fun. A year is a long time, but at least I know the end date.”
I was so incredibly turned on when she started spreading the lube in my ass! And when she started pushing the strap-on against my opening, I was in heaven! Oh rapture, oh delight! As she fucked me, my pleasure built and built … and so did my desire for more, more, more. But never release. My cock hurt, pressing against its confinement unable to become erect. At the time the pain merely added to the delicious feast of sensations.
Eventually she tired and stopped, grinning a grin that would set fire and ice chasing each other around your soul if you saw it. And I actually howled in frustration, banging my head against the pillows and crying.
I eventually calmed down, managed to relax and sleep. And a month and a half later, desperate, even though I knew it would leave me weeping in frustration again, I knelt before her and begged her again to please fuck me in the ass. And again I flew on winds of sensation, only to come crashing down again, weeping and thrashing in frustration.
She’d given me some new rules while I was begging, little things to make our roles of Mistress and slave a bit more formal, and I’d agreed to them. Our relationship was getting a little more intense.
The next time I begged her to fuck me, she refused. She made me wait a week after I got so desperate that I was ready to beg. Oh, I still got to touch her, to enjoy her cries and moans of pleasure as I licked and nibbled. And swats from her riding crop when my own frustration and desire carried me away and I got a bit too enthusiastic, bit too hard, or went too fast.
Finally she asked me to wear her collar for a week. To work. I was shocked. I was scared. But I said yes, and she fucked me in the ass. That Monday I went into the office skittish as a kitten at the dog pound. I got a few raised eyebrows, and one or two kind comments. The real teasing didn’t start until Tuesday.
The time after that she locked the collar on and added a tag saying “Property of…”. It’s only come off when I’ve had to wear a tie since then.
“Mistress, I don’t think I can take this any longer! I’m going mad, I’m so frustrated, I mean sometimes it’s just so intense and fantastic and exciting, but then I start to get excited and I can’t get hard and it gets frustrating again. I love you and I love being dominated by you and I love feeling trapped and I even love the frustration but I’m not sure I’m strong enough to take this.”
“Oh, but you don’t have to be strong enough, darling. That’s what the lock is there for.” She smiled so sweetly, and caressed my face so tenderly that I calmed down immediately, hanging on her every word. “I really want you to do this for me. Do you think you can manage now?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said, much calmer, “I think I can. Please forgive me for … my weakness.”
“Oh, honey, I know it’s not easy. It’s not supposed to be easy. Knowing how hard it is for you, knowing that you’re suffering excites me.” I swallowed and she continued. “As a matter of fact, I’m excited now, and I think I want to fuck your cute little slave ass again.”
Things changed a little after that. Instead of making me wait until I was ready to beg for it and then making me wait some more, she started fucking me in the ass more often, at her whim. That meant I didn’t have to beg, and in some ways it made the frustration a little easier to bear, but in other ways it made it harder, because getting fucked excited me so. I think she knew exactly what she was doing.
New rules … I was her sex toy, to be used however she wanted whenever she wanted, no matter my mood or how tired I was. Well, if she’d wanted to she could have done that earlier. Still, by then it was a lot easier to get into the mood when she decided she wanted me. At first it was just another neat dimension to our game. Eventually I started feeling that I no longer had any rights to my own body. That was both scary and fantastic. And the frustration continued.
In the last few months, I settled down a bit and started coming to grips more with my situation. I got better at handling the frustration, better and not letting it get in the way of my enjoyment of pleasures sexual and otherwise. Perhaps knowing that most of my “sentence” had passed helped.
The last month she removed the key from its hiding place and started wearing it around her neck. “The year’s almost up,” she’d say, “and it looks like you’ve passed my test. Are you glad? Are you happy to know you can take being my slave, so we can make our relationship permanent?”
So yes, wearing the chastity belt for a year had been much harder than I’d imagined, but I’d survived it. I’d held out for a year, I’d passed her test, I’d proved to myself as well that I could bear such torment. I’d thought to beg her for release, but I’d never thought to use my safeword to escape.
And tonight, a week after her birthday, it had been a year. She led me to our bedroom, lit several candles, and tied me to the bed, muttering sweet compliments to me the whole time, stroking me as she would a cat. A bowl of ice sat on the bedside table, alongside a couple of neatly folded towels. A glass of something clear sat on the dresser with a plate resting on top of it. She stripped, while I watched, licking my lips, then straddled my face. “Eat me.”
She removed the chain from around her neck. She removed the key from the chain. She went to the glass of clear liquid on the dresser and uncovered it. “A toast,” she said, “to your showing me you could pass my test!” She lifted the glass, and the key.
And she dropped the key into the glass, where it fizzed and foamed and slowly dissolved.
My heart fell. Actually, I think it stopped. She watched my face, grinning, as I lay there disbelieving.
“I have a soldering iron in the bedside table,” she said very quietly. “I’m going to fill the keyhole with solder. You’re mine forever, my love.”
CFNM humiliation story
They start poking at his cock and verbally abusing him for having such a tiny penis. Laura holds a pen against it and laughs when the pen is twice the size! The girls then take it in turns to stroke the guy’s cock, giggling as they do so because it isn’t getting much bigger. As they keep wanking him he spunks all over the table in front of them and Laura kicks him out saying she would rather keep her piano than sell it to someone with such a small cock.
Lezdom Story
Redhead mistress in boots today decided to leave males to get some rest and she forced female slave to worship her boots and her feet. if you are into foot domination, female domination and boots domination, you should click on lezdom photo above and you will see completely free lezdom photo gallery where this foot mistress is abusing her female slave with her sweaty feet.
Brutal ballbiting
Some femdom humiliation methods are simply more painful then other ones. All of us like something different when it comes to femdom humiliation and if you are into CBT (cock and balls torture) femdom methods, click on ballbiting humiliation photo above, and you will see new photo gallery where naked ballbiting humiliation mistress is chewing slave’s pathetic cock and balls while femdom slave is screaming and begging for Mistresse’s mercy.
Sissy Strapon Story
This is not a classic femdom strapon story. This femdom femdom story is actually showing great way of femdom slave humiliation and like you already can see from title, it is all about femdom sissy being fucked with strapon. It seems that Strapon Jane , this gorgeous mature femdom mistress, wanted complete humiliation and anal strapon femdom fucking wasn’t enough for her so she decided to humiliate this slave even before putting her strapon dildo inside his ass and best way to do so is to force him to dress like a girl.
Latex Femdom Fetish
Busty latex femdom mistress, completely covered in latex is abusing her femdom slave. This humble male femdom slave is completely tied so he is on his back, waiting for mistresse’s mercy. If you are into femdom fetish and you have fetish for mistresses dressed in latex, this is something you must see. If so, click on latex femdom fetish torture photo above and you will see new page with dozen free femdom photos where busty latex mistress is riding this pathetic male slave.
Mistress Facesitting
Cock teasing Story
This cock teasing story is one of my favorite femdom stories recently. Sexy brunette and mature Mistress Hybrid is teasing black slave, to be more precise, his cock. If you are into femdom teasing and you like reading femdom stories, you should click on cock teasing pictures above, and you will see new page with high quality photos of Miss Hybrid in this humiliating femdom session where confused black slave can only watch her and let her do what she wants.
Trampling Femdom Story
This amateur trampling femdom story is about young trampling dominatrix, dressed in black nylon pantyhose and shoes with high heel. As you can already see on trampling femdom photo above, this femdom dominatrix will trample her slave and humiliate him with her sexy legs and heels. This wouldn’t be complete story without photos , so if you want to see this trampled slave in pain, click on trampling femdom story photo above.
