Femdom stories

Boots Worship Story

admin — Fri, 14 May 2010 16:48:31 +0000

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!

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MILF Strapon story

admin — Sat, 01 May 2010 17:32:19 +0000

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.

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Home Slave Story

admin — Wed, 21 Apr 2010 17:29:19 +0000

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.

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Fishnet Feet Worship

admin — Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:10:38 +0000

Fishnet Feet Worship

Sexy brunette footdom mistress is using her slave for proper feet massage. This gorgeous but strict amateur foot dominatrix is dressed in white fishnet pantyhose and she is slowly taking her shoes off while demanding feet massage from her slave. If you click on fishnet feet worship photo above, you can see completely free footdom photo gallery of this mistress with dozen free foot worship and feet femdom massage photos.

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Chastity Femdom Story

admin — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 16:58:27 +0000

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.”

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CFNM Humiliation Story

admin — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 16:35:39 +0000

CFNM humiliation story

Laura and Natalie are trying to sell their piano and have invited an antique dealer round to value it. Laura wants $4,000 but the dealer only offers her half. She says he can have it for that price if he can sweeten the deal by showing her his big cock. Unfortunately when the guy drops his trousers, it’s more of a worm than a snake which pops out and the two girls can’t stop laughing at it.

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.

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Lezdom Story

admin — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 17:04:40 +0000

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.

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Brutal ballbiting

admin — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 16:51:46 +0000

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.

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Office Slut Femdom Story

admin — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 16:40:39 +0000

As my story opens I was putting the final touches on a blow job and fuck from my secretary, and in typical Ed “Bruiser” Smith style, I was rubbing my soiled cock in my secretary’s face with commands to lick it clean. Helen was in tears, as usual, but that was just music to my ears. At 6’3″ and 235 lbs I intimidated most men, let alone weak, wimpering bitches, and I loved nothing better than slapping women around and using them sexually. Today was just a typical occurrence for me, and Helen, as she was just one of many women who worked for me and took turns suffering my abuse and servicing my sexual needs. As the owner of a secretarial service that employed all women I was like a kid in a candy shop who didn’t know where to start, and certainly knew even less where to stop. I was the only man in the office and ruled with an iron fist. My female bitches belonged to me and served me out of fear and awe.

As we finished our little escapade, which I know was a lot more fun for me than her, I grabbed her by the hair, threw her to the floor and told her to get back to the work and get the fuck out of my office. Grabbing her clothes, she ran half naked and sobbing back into the office area where I kept my women workers, like a stable of harem slaves waiting for their lord and master to select one for his pleasure. While a half naked woman running out of her boss’s office might be a shock in other environments, it was fairly normal in my empire, and others were just happy that it wasn’t them. As I tidied myself, Bobbi another of my workers buzzed me on the intercom and told me I had a woman waiting to interview for a vacant office manager position. I told her to bring the cunt in and I would talk to her now.

Within seconds Bobbi opened the door, accompanied by the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. At 5’10″ tall she was built like an hourglass, with never ending curves, and ebony brown skin that glistened and was as smooth as porcelain. Her body and muscles were taut, tight, and perfectly proportioned, and exuded both strength and athleticism, as well as overwhelming sensuality and sexuality. In addition, she had tits the size of grapefruits and an ass that could engulf your entire head if she sat on your face, which hopefully would be in the near future. Her face was chiseled to perfection and had just enough makeup to make you drool with desire. Adding to her overall sexual allure was a skin tight one piece dress that was cutoff at mid-thigh and supported on her broad shoulders by two thin straps. Add open toed black patent leather stiletto heels, sheer black nylons, a black afro, perfume that made you high as a kite, and long finger nails painted a fire engine red and you had the perfect woman. Now we just had to test her obedience and her ability to give a good blow job.

In typical “bruiser” style and with the class my bitches have come to expect, I said:

“You are one fine piece of ass, Miss. I am sure you will do just fine here if your cunt is as big as your mouth. With your looks and body we will have one fine time together and maybe if you’re lucky you’ll even get to accompany me home and get to enjoy me in bed.”

For some odd reason, Bobbi just snickered and giggled as my new black toy laid a big black valise on the floor beside her chair and sat down at a chair beside my desk. As she took her seat like I commanded she crossed her legs, slowly, sensually, and teasingly. As she did, her skirt raised even higher on her thighs and those firm, hard, muscular limbs were flaunted even more than before. In addition, the tops of her stockings and the snaps from her garter were now exposed for public display. Rubbing her feminine, long fingers up and down her upper thighs and the hem on her dress, in a feeble attempt to make believe she was just trying to straighten her dress and stockings, made my cock harden in eager anticipation. She knew exactly what she was doing, turning me on unbelievably, and I was enjoying every moment of it. Turning to Bobbi, I said:

“What the fuck are you laughing at bitch. Now get your ass out of here and go do some typing before I bitch slap you and kick your fucking ass. That’s all you are good for anyway, except a good blow job and a sloppy fuck. Now scoot like a good little girl so me and Aunt Jemima can get better acquainted.”

With that Bobbi backed out of the room, giggling and snickering all the way. I now had time to rest my eyes on my new employee and boy did I love what I saw. All I could think about was putting my engorged cock in her cunt and riding her all afternoon, but first I sat down and said:

“Hey Chocolate Bunny, get me a cup of coffee like a good little girl and if you do a good job with that assignment you may just get the job. Add little a sugar, obedience, and a good blow job and you may just work out.”

The fucking cunt, however, just sat there staring me down acting like she was my equal and then she got up walked over to me and sat on my lap, crossed her legs again, and put her arm around my neck. By now I was going crazy with desire and just the mere touch of her bountiful bottom on my crotch almost made me come. For added emphasis and effect, she rubbed her ass back and forth over my crotch, and even bounced up and down to really give my cock a workout. She gave me a few kisses on my cheek and in a sexy voice whispered in my ear:

“Don’t you even want to know my name Mr. Boss. Let’s get to know each other better first. You are just so sexy and manly I can’t hold myself. You may call me Goddess Diane and I will call you my Fido, like the good little pooch you are going to become or should I call you Edwina for the castrated male you are destined to be. What do you think Hercules.”

Obviously these words shocked me for their brazenness and despite my yearning to take her as quickly as possible, I could see she needed a little lesson.

“Why you fucking bitch. Who do you think you’re talking to cunt. You obviously need a good fucking beating before I shove my cock in your mouth. When I get finished with you, you can call me King Stud and I’ll just call you slut for the whore you are destined to become or are you already a whore, dumb fuck.”

Before I could get up, however, to throw her off my lap she gave me a quick kiss on my lips and then tightened her grip around my neck and locked my head in a crushing viselike headlock. Pulling my face into her bosom and smothering me between her tits, she said:

“You really are one dumb, fucking, poor excuse for a man. Aren’t you Fido? I see you need a lesson in how to treat a woman, especially a woman who is going to break your body, then break your will, and who is going to make you a fucking sissy whore to be fucked by every woman in this office. You’ve done fucked with the wrong woman and the last woman you are ever going to fuck with. You are mine Fido, body and soul. Your new job in this office will be to crouch beneath my gorgeous body, head between my legs, tongue in my pussy, eating me out all day. When I tire of that you will be the new office boy servicing and taking orders from every woman in this office. At night you will live with me as my new maid Edwina and as the good bitch you are I will fuck you and beat you till you will wish you were dead.”

During her entire speech I struggled to free myself, but her arms were like pillars of steel that wouldn’t budge and I began to tremble in shock because of the shocking new experience of a woman with extraordinary spunk and surprising strength. As she tightened her grip, the definition and size of her muscles just exploded and engulfed my head. However, I still maintained the confidence she would eventually succumb to my superior strength. After all, although she was a superior female specimen, she was still just a cunt. Finally, she gave me several short sharp punches to the top of my head with her free arm. I could do nothing to stop her and felt helpless in her arms, pinned beneath her ass as she sat on my lap.

After just enough punches to enrage me, but not enough to do any real damage, she released her grip on my head and in what seemed like total disdain for my overwhelmimg strength stood up and casually walked away from me. By now, though, I was seeing red and could think of nothing else but beating the shit out of this uppity nigger bitch. However, she acted unconcerned and almost ignored me as she walked over to my door and locked it. Turning around to face me again, she said:

“I think we need a little privacy Fido for your first set of lessons in obedience. We don’t want you running away from little old Chocolate Bunny till you received every last bit of punishment coming to you. We all know what a sniveling coward you are and how you have terrorized your female employees, but now it’s time to pay your penance many times over. By the way Fido, just in case you are wondering I know all your sins. I was asked by your employees to come in and literally take over the business, but not till I taught you a lesson you will never forget. The part about you becoming my live-in slave and bitch, however, is my own ideal, and a fringe benefit so to speak. The timing for me was perfect since I was getting tired of my last she-male whore and I was ready for some new meat, and you are it. Also, one last thing before I kick and fuck your ass, your Chocolate Bunny crack is going to earn you an extra beating so don’t even bother to beg for mercy.”

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Sissy Strapon Story

admin — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 13:41:18 +0000

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.

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