A Femdom fantasy i keep having

A Femdom fantasy i keep having
In the fantasy i am in a committed long term relationship with a
dominant woman. She totally dominates me when we are at home together. Let’s call her Karen.

She has an old friend who we sometimes hang out with that i don’t get
along with. Debby.

Debby is brassy and obnoxious when she gets drunk. She
smokes camel reds, and has a bit of a trailer trash vibe. i have
frequently told Karen that i hate to hang out with her. When she
mentions Debbie coming over, i roll my eyes. Karen has told me
numerous times that she wishes i would make an effort to get along
better with her friend. So i am polite to her, but i still complain
when she goes away.

Well, Debbie goes out of town for the week and asks Karen to house-
sit. i have to work that week. But Karen
insists that i take the week off and come stay with her at
Debbie’s house, out in the woods, so she doesn’t have to stay out
there all by herself. i don’t want to, but she insists. It’s kind
of a point of contention between us and the subject of a
couple of fights. i don’t see why it’s such a big deal to her, but
she insists, so i call in a few favors and get the week off.

Debbie goes out of town on a Monday night, and Karen and i pack up
some things and go out to her house. We settle in, have a couple of
beers out of Debbie’s fridge. They’re
cheap domestic beers and i make fun of Debbie for having such poor
taste. After a while, we make out a bit and Karen asks me to go
unpack for us. i go into the bedroom and open up my suitcase to find
that all my clothes are missing and in their place are all of our
bondage stuff; the collar, leash, and handcuffs.

i turn around to find Karen standing in the doorway watching me.

“I left all your clothes at home. You’re not gonna need ’em. Do you
see now why I insisted you take the time off? You need a little
refresher course in who’s in charge around here. Now get naked and
get on your knees. And give me the clothes you just took off , so I can take them out
to the car.”

i get the thrill of the fright, like before a horror movie and my
cock is instantly embarrassingly hard as i strip for her and get down
on my knees. i think i manage to mumble a “Yes Ma’am. Thank you
Ma’am.” TO which Karen replies,” You’re welcome, turd. Faster.”

i rush to get undressed and hand Karen my clothes. Then i get down
on my knees, with my fingers interlocked behind my head, which is how
Karen likes me to wait for her. Debbie’s bedroom has a dusty
hardwood floor and it’s cold on my knees.

i hear the gravel crunch under Karen’s feet as she walks out to the
car. i hear the door open. i hear it slam. Then nothing for a few
minute.

What’s she doing?

This waiting makes me nervous. But i know better than to move until
she comes back.

My knees ache a little.

It’s drafty.

Even though i’m nervous and excited, my erection limps to half mast.

Then a little less than half.

i’m bored.

What the fuck is she doing?

i strain to listen.

i think i hear Karen talking, but i’m
really not sure.

i don’t hear anyone responding.

When i distinctly hear Karen’s feet crunching the gravel again, blood
begins to flow back into my cock. i straighten up my posture and
eagerly watch the bedroom door. i hear her flip-flops slapping the
bottoms of her feet as she goes to he fridge and opens and shuts it.
A few seconds later she appears, beer in hand.

“who’s my bitch?”

“i am, Ma’am.”

“Good boy. My feet are dirty.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Crawl over here and clean them for me.”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.”

i crawl, elbows and knees, like she likes me to, over to her feet.
She lifts one foot and kicks off her flip-flop. The sole of her foot
is filthy. She jams her toes into my mouth.

“I don’t see what your problem with this beer is. I think it’s
refreshing.”

“Yes Ma’am.” i mumble, lips around her toes. They’re dusty and
salty. Her feet have that foot-smell that i can only describe as
slightly vinegar.

“i think you’re just a stuck up little bitch.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Is that it? Are you just a stuck up little bitch?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Tell me what you are.”

“Yes Ma’am. i’m a stuck up little bitch, Ma’am.”

“Really?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“i don’t think you really believe that.”

“i do. ma’am.”

“Really?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You think you’re stuck up?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“And conceited?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“A conceited little whore?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Say it.”

“Yes Ma’am. i’m a conceited little whore, Ma’am.”

“And what? Say them both.”

“Yes Ma’am. i’m a stuck up little bitch and a conceited little whore, Ma’am.”

“Wow. Are you sure?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No ma’am.”

“You really believe that you are stuck up and conceited? Not to
mention a bitch and a whore?”

“Yes Ma’am?”

“Well, it sounds like someone should take you down a notch or two.
Don’t you think?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I mean, it sounds like you really need to be taken down a notch or
two, doesn’t it?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I mean, if a person were to take you down a notch or two, they’d
really be doing you a favor, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She pauses for a long time, drinking her beer while i lick the dirt
off the soles of her feet. My fingers are linked behind my head
again. i know from experience she likes them that way when i’m not
hand-cuffed..

Her left foot is nearly free of dust and grime when she says
softly, “I’d do that favor for you.”

This time i’m the one that pauses.

When i don’t respond, she stops drinking her beer and looks down
impatiently. Then she sort of slaps me in the face with her foot.

“Slave?”

“Yes Ma’am?”

“i said i’d do that favor for you.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“What do you say?”

“Ma’am?”

“Don’t you want me to do you that favor?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Or are you too stuck up to accept someone’s help?”

“No Ma’am.”

“I mean, you do agree that you’re a conceited little whore and a
stuck up little bitch, don’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“And you do agree that, being a conceited little whore and a stuck up
little slut, a person would be doing you a favor if they took you
down a peg or tow. Don’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am..”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Nothing Ma’am.”

“Are you too good to accept my help?”

“No Ma’am.”

“Then let me hear you ask for it. Ask for my help.”

“Yes Ma’am. Will you help me Ma’am?”

“How?”

“By taking me down a notch or two?”

“Why?”

“Because i’m a conceited little whore and a stuck up little bitch.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“i am Ma’am.”

“Oh, I believe that part. I just don’t think you want my help.”

“i do, Ma’am.”

“Well you hesitated before. Do you want my help or not?”

“i do.”

“I’m not sure I Believe you. Maybe you should beg me for it.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I’m listening.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Start begging.”

“Yes Ma’am. Please help me. Ma’am. i’m a conceited little slut and
a stuck up little bitch and i really need you to take me down a
notch. Please Ma’am. i really need to be put in my place. Please?
Please won’t you do me the favor of utterly humiliating me and
putting me in my place? Please? i’ll do what ever you say, just
help me be more humble Ma’am. i’m begging you.”

“Alright,” she says, swigging the last of her beer,”But you’re gonna
owe me.”

“Yes Ma’am. Thank you Ma’am.”

“Get up on the bed and spread yourself eagle. i don’t have all day.
i’m doing you a favor. Snap to it.”

i crawl up onto the bed. She produces some handcuffs and some ankle
cuffs and secures me to the bed-posts. Then she goes into the
kitchen for another beer. She comes back with two, and a funnel.

“This one’s for you. Believe me, you’re gonna need it.”

She puts the funnel in my mouth and pours the beer down my throat.
She lays the empty bottle and the funnel on the night table, and
opens her own beer.

“And this is so you remember who’s boss.”

She takes off her pants and sits her wide, pale ass on my face. i
lick her asshole while she drinks her beer.

This goes on for a while. i don’t know how long, because i have a
really different sense of time when i’m under her. Suddenly i tense
up when i hear tires in the driveway.

“Keep licking, bitch.” She says. “I hope you meant it when you
begged me to take you down a notch, ’cause this is when it gets good.”

She crawls off me when we hear the front door open and shut.

“Just a second,”Karen calls to the other room as she pulls her pants
over her thighs. “Don’t say a word,” is all she says to me. Then she
goes into the living room.

My heart jumps into my throat when i hear what i think is Debbie’s
voice. A moment later Debbie and Karen stroll into the bedroom, both
holding fresh beers. Debbie pulls a chair up to the bedside table
and sits down. She pulls a pack of Marlboro Reds out of her purse
and stars packing them against the palm of her hand.

“Hello, William.”

She pulls the cellophane off the top of the pack.

“He was just begging to be taken down a notch or two.”

“Oh really? Well, i’m sure that can be arranged.”

She opens the pack, pulls out one cigarette, turns it over and puts
it back in the pack. Then she takes out another cigarette, lights
it, takes a long drag as she looks into my eyes and sets it in the
groove of a cut glass ashtray on the table beside my head. Then she
kicks off her shoes, leans back in her chair, places one of her heels
squarely on my forehead and crosses her other ankle over it.

In the few moments that follow, Karen explains that Debbie is not
going out of town at all. She’s going to stay right here and baby-
sit me, while Karen goes back to our apartment and gets fucked by her ex all week.

“And you’d better hope i have a good time, because if I don’t, i’m
gonna take it out on you.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She also makes it clear that i am to do whatever Debbie says, with no
hesitation. If Debbie gives me a bad report when Karen gets back,
i’m going to have to suck cock for the both of them to watch.

Debbie chuckles at this.

Debbie smokes her cigarette and looks me in the eyes as Karen
gets her things together in the other room. Karen pops her head in
the door when she’s done.

“Well, I’m off. Have fun, Debbie. And you. Be good.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Oh yes, I almost forgot. Here’s the list you asked for.”

She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a piece of printer
paper, neatly folded, and hands it to Debbie.

“What’s that?” i manage to find the courage to ask.

“It’s a list of every bad thing you ever said about Debbie. At least
as far as I could remember. Oh yes, he also doesn’t like your taste
in beer. Says it’s white trash.”

“Stuck up little bitch, isn’t he.”

“See what you can do about that, will you?”

“You bet. Have fun.”

And she was gone.

There is a long moment and then Debbie says,”Open your mouth.”

“What?”

And in that moment she moves her heel from my forehead to my open
mouth. i can’t believe, i’m such a submissive that i instinctively
start licking the grime off of it.

“Good boy.”

She reads me the list.

It’s a long list.

i cringe many times at
things she was never meant to hear. She promises that i’m going to
pay for each of them, and that i’d better be cheerful and obedient
while i do, or she’s gonna watch me suck a big fat cock.

“And let me warn you, i like the idea of watching you chocking on a
big fat wad of cum, so if you don’t want to do that, you’d better
really impress me.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Now where shall we start? Oh, I know. This is just to make sure
we’re perfectly clear about who’s in charge this week.”

She peels off her faded jeans and unceremoniously sits her huge bare
ass on my face.

“Lick it good, you stuck up little bitch. You’ve got a lot riding on
this. So to speak.”

She lights another cigarette and laughs as she settles her full
weight on my face.