Filled by a Femdom

“So your first kiss was…technically with a piece of cardboard?”

“Technically.”

“Okay. Now, it's your turn to ask me a question.”

“Any kinks I don’t know about?”

“Hmm…well…it’s not really a kink.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me.”

“I mean…I’ve been known to wield a strap, and…enjoy it. Thoroughly.”

“Oh yeah, babe?”

“Yeah. Vanessa and I used to do that all the time. I guess I discovered I really enjoy it.”

He’s quiet for a minute, and at first I worry I upset him. My stomach twists at the thought, watching a curl of his dark hair hang loose in front of his face. Maybe it’s the gin and tonics talking, or the way his eyes are sparkling in the dim light of our bedroom lamp tonight, but the last thing I wanted to do was make my beautiful boyfriend upset. No, fully sober, even I know, I just want to cherish him.

“I didn’t know that.”

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it.”

“No, no. It’s okay. Honestly…it’s hot.”

I caught something in his eyes then. A glimmer of lust. I felt drawn to it like a shark in bloody water.

VO1 sits up on the bed.

“Oh yeah?”

“Very hot.” “That’s actually…always been a fantasy of mine.”

VO1 crawls into VO2’s lap.

It awakens something in me. Just like that, I can imagine him splayed out for me, eyes glazed over, lips parted with pleasure. The thought had somehow never occurred to me before, but it blazes in my stomach like fire now, the desire to please him, to envelop him. I know right then:

Tonight is going to be special. I’m going to take care of him, allow him to lose himself in pleasure, to lose myself with him. I want to take control tonight. Show him I can take care of him, too. That I would do so gladly. I scoot forward and slide myself into his lap. His hands are hot on my thighs as he grips them appreciatively.

“What’s got you crawling into my lap, babe? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Don’t I feel good?”

“Of course. Always.”

“I want to try something.”

I shift my ass slightly in his lap, feeling him slightly damp in his boxers through my thin cotton panties. I can see the moment he notices that I’m wet through my underwear, and his hands grip the meat of my hips tighter.

“We can do anything you want, baby. I’ll make you cum all night in as many ways as you can take.”

“I know you will. But, tonight I want to take control.”

I push him onto his back on the bed, watching a small smirk dance on his lips as he gazes up at me with those glittering dark eyes. I bend down over him, moving my ass in slow circles as I grind on his boxers.

“I want you to just relax and take it. I’ll take good care of you, I promise. How does that sound?”

“Take it, like...”

“My strap.”

“Wow.”

“Hey, only if you want to, of course. We can take it really slow. Or we don’t have to at all.”

“I want that, please. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to try it with anyone before. But I always fantasized about it…with you.”

“You sure? You feel ready?”

“I want it so bad.”

“You know, it’s kinda fun to hear you beg.”

Heat coils in my belly at that, and I lean down to press a tender kiss to his neck, feeling how he sinks into my touch.

“I’ve loved your begging since the start.”

“Oh, stop…. Actually, don’t.”

He stood me up on our first date. Well, technically, he put the date in his calendar wrong by a day. But of course, I was pissed and didn’t believe him.

He begged me for a second date, swore up and down it had been an honest mistake. Something about him was so endearing and sincere. Despite my better judgment, I gave him a second date.

He’s been nothing but kind, patient, loving, and indeed, sincere, ever since. That was three years ago. Thank god for that second date.

“You know, you should be glad I begged. Otherwise, I would have never gotten that second date.”

“I was having the same thought.”

I can’t help but kiss that sweet smile, that mouth that once pleaded with me all those years ago.

“The real question is, how am I going to worship my goddess?”

“I have some ideas.”

“What’s gotten into you tonight, hm? I can feel you soaking through my boxers.”

I bite my lip to steel myself and fight the urge to lose myself to rutting against him helplessly.

“Is that really uncommon?”

“Not if I can help it.”

“I just want to make your fantasy a reality. I want you to lose yourself to me.”

“Do you feel like you have to do that?”

“Not at all. In fact, I’m very eager.”

“Mmm, I can see that… I can feel it too.”

“Besides, a little role reversal now and then is healthy. And it seems like a lot of fun.”

“Your word is my gospel, goddess.”

“You want this? Be serious with me. I only want this if you really want it.”

“Can’t you feel that I do?”

“Getting sassy with your goddess. Should you be punished?”

I couldn’t help but notice his cheeks get a little red, his lips part slightly. I slid my hand into his boxers, feeling him drenched through the thin fabric.

“Babe…you’re soaked.”

“Yeah. You’re teasing me…”

“I am.”

“Can I taste you?”

“So polite. Is that the best you can do, my sweet boy?”

“May I taste you, goddess? Please.”

I move my hand in slow circles, gathering his slick wetness on my fingers. He moans under me, his hands tracing up my hips and moving to cup my breasts.

“I don’t know my sweet boy, you were awfully sassy with me just now.”

“I’m sorry, goddess. I’ll be good for you. Just let me taste you, please.”

“I know you will be. My good boy.”

I run my hand through his thick, curly hair, raking my nails gently over his scalp. I slide a finger into him slowly as I feel his body relax. He melts into me, mouth falling open.

“Please.”

“Shh, baby, I got you. I told you, I’m gonna take good care of you. Okay?”

“Yes, goddess. I know.”

“Good boy.”

I shift forward and position myself over his face. He stares up at me with desperate, lust-filled eyes, mouth watering. My wetness drips from my pussy and onto his lips, sending him forward and latching his mouth onto me.

“Just like that, baby. There you go.”

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling gently upwards as he devours me.

“Mmm…that’s so good.”

I feel myself getting lost in the pleasure, my whole body floating outward and orbiting around the heat pulsing in between my legs. The warm, wet flicks of his tongue against me.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, baby.”

I’m going to cum far too soon like this.

Tonight isn’t about this. There are plenty of nights for me to cum in his hot mouth. I gently pull myself off of his face, my hands slowly untwisting from his hair. His dark brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, baby… but I need to know. Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

“Of course I am.”

There was that ever-endearing sincerity.

“Good, because I want tonight to be about your pleasure… and trying something new. So, lie back and relax. Got it?”

“Yes, goddess.”

I smile at him before climbing off the bed and opening the closet, reaching into the clear, plastic box he kept his strap in.

I think for a moment, then lift out the smaller strap and harness, and his bottle of lube.

It feels even hotter to me at that moment, pegging him with his own strap, and my belly tingles with excitement. I have to adjust the straps of the harness to fit my thighs, holding the slim but long black dildo in one hand. He watches me the entire time, eyes sliding up and down my body.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Please fuck me. Goddess.”

“Good boy.”

I position myself between his legs, the tip of the strap dipping into the wet warmth of his dripping hole, teasing him just a little where he’s already wet and ready for me.

He moans decadently as I lean down to kiss him, the angle teasing the strap into his hole just slightly. Just enough to get the strap wet for what comes next.

“Please. Please, baby.”

I spread lube over the length of the strap, watching it mix with his slick arousal as I stroke myself and.. Even though I can’t feel it, god, this is so hot.

“You want it so bad, huh?”

“Yes, goddess.”

“How come my good boy never told me how bad he wanted me to peg him?”

“You never told me either.”

“What’d I say about that sass?”

I tease his hot wet hole once more with the lubed strap, then I slide it back, teasing over his tight asshole.

With the lube that’s still on my fingertips, I circle the bud of his ass and tease him like I know he loves.

My fingers circle and dip… pushing into him until he pushes back against me, begging for more.

The desperate sounds he’s making have me feeling flush with power, eager to give him everything he deserves, and I arch my hips until the strap bumps into my fingers, still spreading his ass as he moans greedily for me.

“You want it all, baby?”

“Yes, yes, Goddess.. Please.. Fuck me.”

His desperate tone and the slick swell of his need where I can see him spread out for me… It’s intoxicating.

I slide my fingers out, stroking the strap just once before I press the head against his tight asshole and wait, giving him a second to brace himself…

We’ve never done it like this before, but he’s taken much bigger than this strap, and I can feel how desperate he is… hear it in his moans, so I don’t make him wait.

I push all the way into him in one long pump, his hands gripping my forearms as his mouth falls open, eyes rolling in ecstasy. I pull out slowly, admiring how wet the strap was.

“Is that okay, baby?”

I pull back, retreating so I can see the slick length of the strap as I slide out, then tip my hips back into him, letting myself sink in slowly.

“Feels so fucking good. Mmph.”

“That’s my good boy. So desperate for your goddess.”

I fucked him slowly, taking my time watching him squirm and moan beneath me, feeling heat low in my belly. My own pleasure builds as I fill my good boy in slow, decadent thrusts while he ruts back into me.

“You can…fuck me…harder.”

“Now he’s making demands.”

I tease him, but pick up the pace, rolling my hips in steady pumps, the back of the strap rubbing blissfully against my clit. He smiles sweetly up at me, eyes glazed over with pleasure, hair falling in wild curls all over his face.

“That’s good. I want you to tell me what makes you feel good. Tell me all your desires and fantasies. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, goddess! Yes!”

“Good boy.”

“That’s it. You take it so well for me.”

“Want to be good for you.”

“I fucking know you do.”

I grip his hips, pulling him into me and fucking him at a firm and fast pace. His body is totally slack in my hands except for his thighs, squeezing my lower body. His ass is tight and greedy around me, his hole a wet mess, dripping his arousal onto my strap as I fuck new and exciting noises out of him.

I can tell he’s getting close from how his breath hitches. I reach down and begin to rub slow circles between his legs in rhythm with my thrusts.

“Oh, f-fuck.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

“Fuck!”

“That’s my good boy.”

“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, baby. That’s it.”

“Oh, fuck. You’re so hot. Fuck…. I can feel… oh god….”

The orgasm hits me all at once. Seeing him cum as I fuck him is all it takes.

“Damn.”

“Yeah. I would say so.”

“That was…”

“Amazing?”

“I was going to say incredible, but that works too.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Did you?”

“More than enjoyed it...”

“Same, that was.. Better than I could have imagined. And trust me, I imagined.”

“Think you’d like to try it again sometime?”

“So long as my goddess is willing.”

“I would say she’s pretty willing.”

“Well, thank god. Since I’ve gotten a taste now…”

“Come on, my little insatiable beast. Come get in the bath with me. Let me clean you off.”

“Yes, goddess.”