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Water domination
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From: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: STORY fem dom, nasty.
Date: 24 Apr 92 22:02:29 GMT
Greetings all, Snidely Whiplash here.
I'm writing this because my dear sweet Top wishes it. I
suspect her motive involves her knowing how much I'll get off
doing it. At any rate, no offense is meant to anyone, and if
any occurs, please accept my heartfelt apology, and come fuck
my slut ass to make up for it.
The following is based on actual events.
i. As always, as soon as I'd arrived at B's apartment, I stripped
completely naked and put on what she'd laid out for me. In this
case it was a garter belt and stockings, black panties, and a leather
sling bra. Glorying in my perversity, I adjusted my already half
hard cock in the panties so that it wouldn't stick out one of the leg
holes, and walked into B's living room, swinging my hips.
ii. She was on the couch reading a book when I came in. She smiled
and got up, and giving me a kiss and a hug told me that I looked very
nice in my womens underwear. I flushed slightly and she laughed and
hugged me again. She enjoys embarrassing me, and I've come to accept
that I like it too. I love feeling my heartbeat throbbing as my
cheeks redden, and the delicious nervous, jittery feeling.
iii. She's kept me curled up on the little love seat next to the
couch for nearly two hours now. Every once in a while, she'll
reach over and stroke me where she pleases, and then returns to
reading. She's reading pornographic magazines. She'll show me a
picture now and again, of men getting fucked by other men, or women
with strap ons. She hasn't fucked me in over two weeks and it's
driving me up the wall. God, I need something in my ass, but she
won't, and has forbidden me to.
iv. She told me to get on the couch, on my knees, then lower my
chest. She loves this position...it shows *everything*. Or it does
as soon as she pulls the panties down to mid thigh. She disapeared
upstairs and returned shortly with a metal stand and a bulging enema
bag. That's as good as getting fucked, I remember thinking. But
it seemed sort of dangerous to be doing this in the living room,
even though I'd shown excellent control in the past.
v. She slid the greased nozzle smoothly into me, the big fem
hygiene one, and adjusted the stand so that the bag was as high
above me as possible. Smiled, pat me on the ass, and snapped the
little valve. It felt like I was getting slam fucked by a hot
ocean. I squirmed and moaned, but she knew and I knew I'd stay
where I was till told to move. Finally the bag made it's familiar
gurgle, and I was full. She slid the nozzle out and told me to
pull my panties up and get on my back.
vi. I had to hold the water for twenty minutes, that's all.
Then we could go to the bathroom. Only twenty minutes.
The cramps were unbelievable. My dear kind sweet lady watched
my agony with a gentle smile, and soft little caresses. When the
little kitchen timer said two minutes, she reached over and turned
it off, much to my horror. She let me beg till I made the error
she wanted, of offering to let her do whatever she wanted. She smiled
widely, whispered 'No safeword for the next two minutes!', and began
tickling me with great skill. The hot water churning inside me
threatened to spew with each laugh. I was reflexively screaming the
safeword, and she laughed and laughed.
vii. Somehow I lasted the two minutes, and B, as good as her word,
led me down the hall to bathroom. She pushed me up against the wall
opposite the toilet and started kissing and groping me. When I started
begging again, she told me that, well, we're *in* the bathroom, are we
not? Tears started welling up in my eyes as I stammeringly explained
that I needed to use the toilet. She laughed again and said that THAT
wasn't the deal, and anyway, she's not done humiliating me. Not
nearly done.
iix. Even so, as she said, I couldn't hold the water forever. She
ordered me to stand in the bathtub, and quickly handcuffed my wrists
over the shower rod. Then she started stroking me through the black
satin panties, and I got hard in spite of myself. Begging this time
only seemed to encourage her. Finally she said, panting a little,
that if I wanted to 'go', then I could 'go'. I turned a bright red
all over, one huge blush, heat in my face. I felt like a complete
fool, finally realizing what she was up to, and pleaded with her not
to do this to me. All the while knowing that my own lust had put me
here, reeled in like a fish. I'd been played by an expert.
ix. No chance. She told me that when I came, I'd take a deep breath
relax my hot little hole, and PUSH. I was beaten and I knew it. She
could wait all night and I could not. She continued her skillful
work with her fingers and taunted me, saying I didn't look so big and
tough now, did I? I shook my head, tears of humiliation past and to
come rolling down my cheeks. A dribble of water slid down my leg,
she worked harder. I'm afraid I began sobbing at this point.
x. I thought dizzily of using the safeword, but I couldn't. Part
of me was very afraid that if I did, she'd just laugh in my face
and go on. No, she wouldn't do that, would she? And if she did,
any pretense would be gone...no, she wouldn't do that...
xi. When I came...I did as I was told. The sheer perversity of
my Top's mind suddenly became clear. Hot stained water leaked out
of the suddenly puffy panties the...rest... did not. My lady watched
all this with a smirk. I was crying so hard that I couldn't see.
I didn't want to see, to look at her. God, how can I ever look her
in the eye again? The crying got worse. I wished I could sink into
the floor and disapear.
xii. She came close, and asked me in a low voice if my desire to
have my dignity removed was satisfied. Numbly I nodded, not looking
at her. She took my earlobe in her teeth and bit. And reached behind
me and smashed the mess in the panties against me...against my ass,
cock and balls. The tears returned, worse than before, as I finally
understood with my body that this little slip of a woman could do
ANYTHING to me, and would if it pleased her. And that I'd handed over
the power for her to do this voluntarily. What kind of person did
that make me?
xiii. She pulled away and let me cry, watching me. She pulled off the rubber
gloves that she'd put on at some point during the ordeal, and dropped
them in the waste can. She unchained my hands and I went slowly to my
knees. still in the tub, in the mess, where I belonged, trash.
I heard her removing her clothes, and wondered what else she'd do to
me. She lay my face against her breasts and gently held and stroked
me.
xiv. "Sweet little slut", she said. "No more tears for you".
She told me that she was proud of me for trusting her so much.
I'd let her take away the masks of maleness, and respectability,
take me down to almost nothing. To crush me if she wished.
There's no macho posturing when you're sitting in your own mess
dressed in the ruins of sexy women's lingere. Sobbing. Then,
very seriously, she took my face in her hands and made me look
into her eyes, and asked if I had enjoyed it, even a little.
I took a long time, thinking about how it really felt when
I'd come... hot water blasting out of my hole, her hands working
magic on me, the sexy underwear and bondage. And her. And her.
I had to nod very slightly. B laughed and held me tight
and whispered that a lot of men would have died before admitting
that. Wanting her to debase and humiliate me, and wanting her to
comfort me afterwards.
I believe that's where our story should end for now.
Wet sticky dreams everyone.
SW
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