Slice of Life – Femdom Short Story, Part 3

Slice of Life – Femdom Short Story, Part 3

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It was three dates later with Brandon until I invited him home. During these couple of weeks, we texted and face-timed. A lot. We talked about everything that we liked in more detail. That was when I realized that you should never surprise a man by the fact that you’re a dominant woman. I thought I’d have to invite them over and surprise them with a whip, hoping they would be into that kind of thing. But that never turned out the way I wanted it to. Even when they were into it, it would all seem too forced, like it was an act on display.

That’s why I brought it up to Brandon. We were exchanging provocative photos one day, and I straight up asked him if he would be interested in an FLR power-play in bed. He replied with, “You fucking bet,” which was the fastest text he’d ever sent me, and it made me chuckle. He immediately confirmed that he was pursuing a mistress, but that he was also looking for a serious relationship. Just like me, Brandon was seeking a full-blown FLR. It seemed too good to be true, but there it was.

We agreed to meet that weekend, and we treated ourselves to steak and wine at a nearby restaurant. After he’d walked me home, I asked him if he wanted to stay over with me that night. His big brown eyes widened, and he immediately stuffed his hands in his pockets and swayed a little as he glanced at my front door. He nodded, then said yes.

I knew he was nervous. He knew exactly what was going to happen.

As I led him to the living room, I felt his eyes caressing me from behind, and he unsurprisingly looked away as soon as I turned around.

“You can sit down, you know,” I said with a smile, looking up at him after he’d been standing over the sofa for a full minute, scanning my body with a shy smile.

He nodded and sat on the two-seater sofa with his hands on his lap. “So,” he said, stifling a chuckle. “I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I know you probably can’t tell, but I’m just a little bit nervous.”

I liked the way he sometimes mocked his own shyness, thinking it would turn me off. But it had the opposite effect on me.

“I like that you are,” I replied, scooching closer to him.

He didn’t look my way, but he smiled as he noticed I was almost close enough for my bare thighs to touch his.

Brandon’s smile grew wider. “Do you like it when men are completely shaky leaves around you?”

I playfully rolled my eyes. “Sometimes. Let’s just say I don’t get along well with cocky men.”

“I see,” he nodded.

“Or generally dominant men,” I clarified, reminding him of our conversation.

“That’s comforting. I’m the complete opposite of all these qualities,” he chuckled. “At least, that’s what I recently realized, and it’s probably why I haven’t been dating as much,” he said briskly, shaking his head as he spoke. He was still a little nervous, but he was getting used to being around me.

I put my arm on the backrest and played with his hair as he spoke. He paused for a moment, then continued, “But I feel more comfortable around you. I feel like women, in general, tend to expect me to get take care of everything for them,” he paused, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just not that kind of guy, I guess.”

I stifled a grimace. I remember how successful I felt at that moment like I had finally found the perfect guy for me. Still, I had no clue how rough I could be with him in bed, but even if I had to go easy on him, the man was worth it.

Brandon craned his neck toward me and glanced at my lips, squinting his eyes ever-so- slightly as if cueing for me to kiss him. I immediately leaned toward him, sucking on his bottom lip. He took in a deep breath and was smiling as I kissed him.

But he still kept his hands to himself.

I slid my hand to his lap, grabbing his hands and sliding them to my breasts. My eyes were closed, but I could feel him squirming a little. It was almost as though I could feel his heart beating. He was about to unbutton my blouse. I pulled back and slapped his hand.

“Did I grant you permission to do that?” I playfully snarled.

His chest was heaving. The more I got into character, the more it seemed to excite him.

“Sorry, mistress,” he whispered. Finally, hearing someone call me that was like music to my ears.

Admittedly, I was becoming more impatient, and I immediately stripped him down. I hadn’t even touched his cock yet, and he was rock hard. I loved how he knew that his hands had to be kept to himself unless I otherwise gave him permission to touch me.

It was kinky and sensual. It was the only sex I’ve ever had that felt real. I had been beginning to think that I was just not into sex since all it did was disappoint me. But with Brandon, with someone who allowed me to dominate him and actually enjoyed it, sex was captivating.

It was a night full of teasing, spanking, and fun punishments. He was also serious in his character, and he knew exactly what we were doing. That made it feel natural and spontaneous. It was exactly what I needed.

He stayed over that night, and we didn’t stop talking since. We eventually dated, and power-play dominated (pun definitely intended) our everyday lives. He had quit his jobat the PR company we worked at, and began working from home. He would let me know before I came home whether he was done with his projects. Whenever he had any tight deadlines, I would come back, order takeout, and we’d just watch some television before going to bed.

But on the nights both of us had the time, we would communicate via text beforehand, and it made it much easier and more natural for me to come home, not as Alexandra, but as Mistress. Sometimes, the power-play would start before I got home, too. I would order him to send me photos of himself in some poses, and he would abide. When I finally got home, that’s when I’d decide whether I wanted to reward or punish him that night. He was always happy to get a face-sitting punishment, and his reward was either a blowjob or being allowed to penetrate me.

Our relationship was constantly evolving, and we always tried new things. Sometimes, he wouldn’t like our new games, but he would go crazy about others. He was always open with me about what he was comfortable with; I was the same way. We never ventured with trying anything new in bed before discussing it beforehand.

If there was a formula for making this relationship successful, it was probably that period before we had sex, where we talked about everything we liked before giving it a try. Our first couple of times were magical, and the rest were full of experimentation and excitement. I thought I’d have to reveal the dominatrix that I am to men once we were in bed, but it turned out to be the least practical method I’d ever tried. I guess you could say I’ve learned that the hard way, and now I always talk to my partners before we decide to try out our roles, to see if both of us would be comfortable with it.

Conclusion

I hope you have enjoyed Slice of Life and that it has given you some ideas and helped you feel as if you are on an exciting journey to self-discovery and sexual fulfillment. It can feel lonely out there when you are just starting to explore the unknown territory and you feel like you’re the only person on Earth that feels the way you do. This is amplified by the fact that dominant women are hard to find and men wishing to be dominated far outnumber them. But this goes to prove that it is a more common sexual proclivity than we might have initially thought.

I hope that you now feel optimistic about being a male submissive and that you have taken away new ideas of how to introduce this into your life.

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