Anonymous Femdom Follow-up
It's been a while since my last post. Apologies. I had my "anonymous encounter" two weeks ago, and I thought I'd share my account of what happened.
First off, I still don't know her name or much about her. She has taken every kind of precaution to insure that I will never know even the most basic information about her. If you want to know what cheating is like, she wrote the book on how not to get caught. She Ubers rather than drives. She has a burner phone and doesn't accept texts. She changes her appearance. The hotel we played at was over an hour drive outside of town. There is virtually no small talk, or any communication that could reveal a clue about her personal life. The only thing I know about her is that her husband is on an overseas assignment for the military, and that he won't be returning until late summer.
In some ways I feel sorry for her. I can tell she's lonely and guilt-ridden about cheating on her hubby. In truth I believe the only reason she sought out a submissive male was that she wanted someone cooperative who would accept her terms in the encounter. That's not to say that she's not comfortable taking control, but I would categorize her as more of a sensual Domme. Her style is more nurturing than sadistic.
So we met outside a restaurant, and then she got into my car and we drove to the hotel. We listened to music most of the way and I could tell she was nervous. I brought a bag full of toys which she told me she was gong to use on me, but unfortunately she had a change of heart and told me to leave the bag in the trunk. I also brought a bottle of wine, but that too remained in the car.
But something happened to her the moment the door closed behind us in the hotel room. She ascended the throne and assumed control. She told me she was going to "inspect" me to see what she had to work with. She told me to take off my clothes, put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and stand still. I did as she said, and remained motionless, except of course the movement of my rising erection.
CFNM is a fetish I have always enjoyed. The idea of presenting yourself fully exposed while your partner maintains the dignity that clothing provides is both humiliating and highly erotic.
At first she did nothing but stare at me. I could feel her eyes moving up and down my body. She walked around me once, then after a long silence started to chuckle. It seemed my hairless body was humorous to her, and she demanded an explanation.
While standing in position, I explained to her about my four months of electrolysis and how my previous Mistress hated body hair. While I was speaking, she began running her hands over my chest and stomach. She asked me if it would grow back, and I told her it was permanent. I was waiting for her reaction to see if she liked it or not, but I don't believe she had made up her mind yet.
Before proceeding further, I suppose I should confess that it's been many years since I've had sexual intercourse. I have lived in a world where submissive males with small dicks aren't allowed such pleasures. Sex is for real men, not men like me. Pleasure is gained through service, pain, and humiliation.
So imagine my surprise (and horror) when she dropped to her knees and began licking and kissing the head of my penis. It felt good, but my brain was having trouble accepting the pleasurable sensations. Her head dropped lower and she put one of my balls in her mouth and started to masturbate my shaft with her hand. In my head I was thinking, "no, this isn't how it's supposed to go".
While she was giving me this incredible blowjob I was fantasizing about her abusing my cock and balls. I was hoping she would bite, or slap my balls, or sink her fingernails into my shaft. I wanted her to show contempt for my small cock and remind me how inadequate I am. She did none of that.
Yet, she was dominant and in control of everything that would happen. She wanted a cock in her mouth, and that was her choice not mine. She was using all of her skills to improve my erection, and by the time she was done I felt like I had a five inch penis rather than four and a half. Meh, still useless.
She told me to lie on the bed on my back as though I was in a coffin: legs together, arms at my sides. As she removed her clothes it was my turn to inspect her, and realized quickly why she had laughed at my hairless body. Her pussy was a hairy jungle.
She mounted the bed and moved into 69 position, then rocked back spreading the cheeks of her ass. She instructed me to lick her asshole, and push my tongue inside. I didn't need to be told twice. Analingus is something more suited to my nature, and I worked my tongue hard while she took her clit in hand and frigged it to an orgasm.
But she wasn't finished. She crawled away from my face, and in reverse cowgirl position mounted my cock. I don't know if she felt any pleasure at all because of the combination of her large cunt and my small dick. I didn't have to thrust, she was doing the work. While I wouldn't call this encounter hardcore domination, I will say I enjoyed the view of her bouncing up and down making the most of my small manhood. I'll also add that it's nice to know after being sexless for so long, I am still capable of fucking.
She came a second time by pulling my cock out of her and moving the head of it back and forth on her clit. When she finished she looked over her shoulder at me and asked, "aren't you going to cum?"
I rarely get asked such questions. If I cum during a session it's only because a Domme has told me so, and usually an orgasm involves something painful. Now I was being given a choice.
She moved to my side and masturbated me in a sensual manner. I couldn't cum, I just couldn't, and she asked me what was wrong. I just shook my head. It was then she had an "ah-ha" moment.
She told me to lift my legs and put them on her shoulders. She wet two fingers of her opposite hand and slid them into my asshole while maintain a steady pace with her other hand on my cock. Sure enough Old Faithful exploded in seconds, and she was extremely pleased with herself. That would be a wrap for the day.
We left the hotel, and I was hoping that we could converse a little on the way. No such luck, not a peep. When we finally got back to the restaurant, she quickly got out of the car and said "thanks".
Unfortunately, I haven't heard from her since. Perhaps I was inadequate in meeting her needs.
First off, I still don't know her name or much about her. She has taken every kind of precaution to insure that I will never know even the most basic information about her. If you want to know what cheating is like, she wrote the book on how not to get caught. She Ubers rather than drives. She has a burner phone and doesn't accept texts. She changes her appearance. The hotel we played at was over an hour drive outside of town. There is virtually no small talk, or any communication that could reveal a clue about her personal life. The only thing I know about her is that her husband is on an overseas assignment for the military, and that he won't be returning until late summer.
In some ways I feel sorry for her. I can tell she's lonely and guilt-ridden about cheating on her hubby. In truth I believe the only reason she sought out a submissive male was that she wanted someone cooperative who would accept her terms in the encounter. That's not to say that she's not comfortable taking control, but I would categorize her as more of a sensual Domme. Her style is more nurturing than sadistic.
So we met outside a restaurant, and then she got into my car and we drove to the hotel. We listened to music most of the way and I could tell she was nervous. I brought a bag full of toys which she told me she was gong to use on me, but unfortunately she had a change of heart and told me to leave the bag in the trunk. I also brought a bottle of wine, but that too remained in the car.
But something happened to her the moment the door closed behind us in the hotel room. She ascended the throne and assumed control. She told me she was going to "inspect" me to see what she had to work with. She told me to take off my clothes, put my hands behind my head, spread my legs, and stand still. I did as she said, and remained motionless, except of course the movement of my rising erection.
CFNM is a fetish I have always enjoyed. The idea of presenting yourself fully exposed while your partner maintains the dignity that clothing provides is both humiliating and highly erotic.
At first she did nothing but stare at me. I could feel her eyes moving up and down my body. She walked around me once, then after a long silence started to chuckle. It seemed my hairless body was humorous to her, and she demanded an explanation.
While standing in position, I explained to her about my four months of electrolysis and how my previous Mistress hated body hair. While I was speaking, she began running her hands over my chest and stomach. She asked me if it would grow back, and I told her it was permanent. I was waiting for her reaction to see if she liked it or not, but I don't believe she had made up her mind yet.
Before proceeding further, I suppose I should confess that it's been many years since I've had sexual intercourse. I have lived in a world where submissive males with small dicks aren't allowed such pleasures. Sex is for real men, not men like me. Pleasure is gained through service, pain, and humiliation.
So imagine my surprise (and horror) when she dropped to her knees and began licking and kissing the head of my penis. It felt good, but my brain was having trouble accepting the pleasurable sensations. Her head dropped lower and she put one of my balls in her mouth and started to masturbate my shaft with her hand. In my head I was thinking, "no, this isn't how it's supposed to go".
While she was giving me this incredible blowjob I was fantasizing about her abusing my cock and balls. I was hoping she would bite, or slap my balls, or sink her fingernails into my shaft. I wanted her to show contempt for my small cock and remind me how inadequate I am. She did none of that.
Yet, she was dominant and in control of everything that would happen. She wanted a cock in her mouth, and that was her choice not mine. She was using all of her skills to improve my erection, and by the time she was done I felt like I had a five inch penis rather than four and a half. Meh, still useless.
She told me to lie on the bed on my back as though I was in a coffin: legs together, arms at my sides. As she removed her clothes it was my turn to inspect her, and realized quickly why she had laughed at my hairless body. Her pussy was a hairy jungle.
She mounted the bed and moved into 69 position, then rocked back spreading the cheeks of her ass. She instructed me to lick her asshole, and push my tongue inside. I didn't need to be told twice. Analingus is something more suited to my nature, and I worked my tongue hard while she took her clit in hand and frigged it to an orgasm.
But she wasn't finished. She crawled away from my face, and in reverse cowgirl position mounted my cock. I don't know if she felt any pleasure at all because of the combination of her large cunt and my small dick. I didn't have to thrust, she was doing the work. While I wouldn't call this encounter hardcore domination, I will say I enjoyed the view of her bouncing up and down making the most of my small manhood. I'll also add that it's nice to know after being sexless for so long, I am still capable of fucking.
She came a second time by pulling my cock out of her and moving the head of it back and forth on her clit. When she finished she looked over her shoulder at me and asked, "aren't you going to cum?"
I rarely get asked such questions. If I cum during a session it's only because a Domme has told me so, and usually an orgasm involves something painful. Now I was being given a choice.
She moved to my side and masturbated me in a sensual manner. I couldn't cum, I just couldn't, and she asked me what was wrong. I just shook my head. It was then she had an "ah-ha" moment.
She told me to lift my legs and put them on her shoulders. She wet two fingers of her opposite hand and slid them into my asshole while maintain a steady pace with her other hand on my cock. Sure enough Old Faithful exploded in seconds, and she was extremely pleased with herself. That would be a wrap for the day.
We left the hotel, and I was hoping that we could converse a little on the way. No such luck, not a peep. When we finally got back to the restaurant, she quickly got out of the car and said "thanks".
Unfortunately, I haven't heard from her since. Perhaps I was inadequate in meeting her needs.
3 years ago
