Tag: Femdom

Erotica – Warm Nights

The nights are so warm during this long awaited summer. Naked bodies lie beneath a cool sheet, which is the only way to maintain a cool enough temperature to sleep. His body still radiates heat though, and despite the thin veil of sweat I can feel upon my skin, I still push my body against his. Pulling him to me, rejoicing as his hand responds and finds me in the darkness.

A glance at the clock tells me I should make an effort to get back to sleep. I’m an early riser but 3am is too early, even for me. I’m restless though and far too awake! My hands start to trace the lines of his body to keep me occupied.

The curve of his neck invites me to pass across his strong shoulders, before gently finding my way across his collarbone bone and down onto his chest. As always my hand lays flat here for a moment, revelling in not only the feel of his body beneath my palm, but also in the beat of his heart, drumming softly against my hand. The travel continues though and I smooth my hand across his rib cage, an action that arouses me far more than I am able to explain. I linger here, longer than most might, which results in a wanton ache, and my hips start to move against him, slow, soft gyrations, but oh how effective they are in igniting my need for him.

My hands move lower, not intending to wake him, but just to feel the smooth skin of his shaft against my fingertips. He’s hard. He feels so ready, so fuckable, so eager. I tell myself it’s a biology thing, not an aroused thing, but the twitching in my cunt is very persuasive.

As I resolve to leave him to his slumber, his collar catches my eye. Removed as always for bedtime, it rests in its place on his bedside table and it reminds me that he is Mine! Mine to do with as I wish, whenever I wish, that is the deal, and I decide I would be doing him a disservice to deny myself what I so ardently want at this moment in time.

My hand returns to his cock, still hard, and it feels so good as I wrap my fingers around it. As I move my hand slowly up and down, he shifts his body position and rolls onto his back, a sure fire sign that even in his still slumbering state he is enjoying himself. I marvel at what a deep sleeper he is and wonder at what point he will wake up, if he wakes up at all!

My lips begin to pepper kisses across his warm skin, retracing the steps my fingers had taken just moments earlier. As my hand moves from his cock, and instead trails along the length of his thighs, palms flattening on occasion to feel his muscles tense as my lips elicit an arousal that even sleep can not hold at bay.

When my mouth reaches his cock, I settle myself neatly between his legs. Licking my lips and capturing the bottom one between my teeth as I soak in the sight of him, I never tire of gazing at him. I peel my eyes away from him though, and lower my mouth to his twitching cock. He stretches my mouth wide, and I don’t get even halfway down his length before his tip is nestled against the back of my throat!

My mouth is delighting in the feel of him, taking my time with slow and sensual ministrations of desire, but the growing heat and wetness between my thighs is raging, urging me to satisfy my own needs. I decide it’s time to give in to the urge. When I remove my mouth from his cock, he lets out a low moan of loss. I assume this means he is waking, but on closer inspection I see he is still asleep for the most part. Perhaps beginning to rouse ever so slightly.

I can feel myself holding my breath in anticipation as I straddle him, positioning myself so he will slide into me perfectly. When I lose myself onto him, the feeling is, as always, exquisite, it never gets old. I release the breath I’ve been holding onto, and my body relaxes as I do so, remaining still for a moment, I relish the feeling of him being inside me.

I am jolted from my reflective state though, by the feel of his hands against my thighs. Slowly caressing them, his hips starting to stir beneath. I lean down and put my mouth to his ear, enquiring in a whisper as to whether or not he is awake. His groggy mumble tells me he is awake but not fully, though he is however aware that he is a participant in my early hours adventure.

Unable to hold off any longer, I start to grind my cunt against him. Getting the angle perfect so that my clit is rubbing against him, as his cock fills me, my muscles contracting against him, sending ripples of pleasure through every fibre of my being.

His hands start to wander, grazing my skin until he reaches my breasts, then his grip tightens and I can’t help but moan out in delight! My lips find his, hungry for more of him, to have his tongue fill my mouth as his cock is filling my cunt. I instinctively reach for his collar as he responds to my kiss, and feel bereft for a moment when I remember he hasn’t yet put it on for the day ahead. Instead my hands clasp around his neck, and he groans. I love the fact that such a simple act can evoke such immediate arousal in him.

My hands remain firm around his neck, as my body finds the rhythm it needs to create an orgasm that I am now desperate to feel. My eyes flutter open briefly and I catch sight of him looking at me, it appears he is now awake and fixated. Asphyxiated and fixated, I giggle involuntarily at my own little joke, causing him to ask what’s funny. Despite the gentle start to this mornings fun, I can’t help but reply that I’m laughing at the fact he’s my little bitch no matter what time of day it is and he groans again and a breathy ‘Yes Mistress’ escapes his lips and as if those words we last piece of the puzzle, my body begins to unravel and I grip him tightly between slender fingers and clenching cunt.

I see him check the time as I roll off of him. This time it’s him that giggles as he innocently asks me if I was struggling to sleep. I try to answer, but his hand is stroking my hair, my eyes have closed in response and suddenly sleep is all I can think off. I curl into him, grateful that it’s the weekend and that we get to wake up together all over again in just a few hours.

FemDom Friday: Be Prepared for Top Drop

For any newbie kinkster starting to explore BDSM the topic of sub drop comes up fairly quickly. Whenever I write about drop it is always in a generic sense. It is not only submissives that can get drop, anyone engaging in any kinds of BDSM activities leaves themselves open to dropping afterwards. The reason is simple, what goes up, must come down.

When we engage in kink activities it can often feel euphoric, we can space out, fly high and when the fun stops, especially without proper aftercare we can come crashing back to reality with a bang. Tops are not exempt from this.

When I started engaging in FemDom with Bakji I got a bigger rush than I perhaps ever did with subbing. I love the headspace it takes me too, and our dynamic means I push myself as Top further and further as my experience as a Top progresses. I hadn’t experienced sub drop for a fair while when I started Topping, so I naively wasn’t prepared to drop as hard as I did.

It was actually Bakji that pointed it out to me, and we made a plan together to try and alleviate or with any luck avoid drop. This is where good aftercare comes in, and lucky for me I have a partner who is committed to making my aftercare as entertaining as possible! Laughter is a great source of aftercare in my opinion.

What drop looks like can be different for everyone. For me though my drop manifests in the same way whether it’s from bottoming or Topping.

Feeling Blue – Sometimes after a scene I can just feel a little bit sad & tearful and sometimes that can feel a bit confusing and overwhelming, especially when you really enjoyed your scene.

Feeling Tired – This is especially true of my Top Drop. I use so much energy and focus when I’m Topping that afterwards I feel like I’ve got no energy left to give and all I want to do is snooze.

Feeling Insecure – I’ve often noticed that even though we’ve just enjoyed an incredible level of intimacy that the days post kink are when my insecurities are most like to surface. Not insecurities about the scene or my abilities as a Top necessarily, but just overall wobbles about myself.

The ‘One True Way Dominants’ will probably declare that this mean I’m not a proper Dominant, and to them I say; ‘Screw You Asshole!’ I refuse to perpetuate the myth that drop is any kind of weakness or an indication that you are not a ‘True Dom’.

Drop may be an indication of your aftercare needing tweaking. It can also be a sign of your scene being more intense than usual, or perhaps you’ve had a long day and you’re feeling more tired than normal. Maybe there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it and that’s okay too. Drop isn’t an indicator that you’re doing kink wrong, it is however a gentle reminder to nurture good aftercare practices, whether that is with a partner or on your own.

Half the battle with drop is being aware of it and accepting it might happen to you. Even if you’re the Domliest Dom from Planet Uber Dom, it is still okay to get drop and open up about it. People still ask on a regular basis is Top Drop is a thing, the more we talk about it the less likely it is to perceived as a wrong-doing or deficiency on the Tops part.


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#SinfulSunday – Where He Belongs

Ownership isn’t part of the dynamic I have with Bakji, as intense as it is our kink dynamic is fairly casual and is only in place during a scene. During those scenes though he is all Mine and by that token I can do as I wish with him, and that is truly wonderful. This weekend we had two amazing scenes and I feel like this picture I took not only encapsulates this weeks prompt of ‘underneath’ but highlights a lot of what I love about our kinky sessions.

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Underneath Me. Beneath Me. Branded. With Blood. 

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#SinfulSunday: There Is Pleasure …

There is pleasure
In his pain
In his willingness
To submit
To the whims
Of a Sadist

There is pleasure
In the raw
Red
Welts
Of my desire
That shine so brightly
Upon his flesh

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Do Feet Make You Frisky?

Feet? As a kink, you know what they say ‘your kink is not my kink and that’s okay’. Feet are icky, don’t touch mine. In fact don’t even think about touching them. Touch your feet? Hell no! Feet are not sexy.

-Quote from a very clueless me!

IMG_7947When I started my journey in FemDom it was fairly early on that I noticed a shift when it came to my viewpoint on foot fetishism.  Suddenly I noticed that actually having Bakji kiss my feet would be awesome. FemDom makes me feel like I am the Queen of everything and what Queen doesn’t deserve to have her feet kissed and massaged and generally fawned over at all times.

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#SinfulSunday: Advice From a Rainbow

Advice From a Rainbow 

Live a Colourful Live

Be an Inspiration

Bring Unexpected Joy

See Beauty in Life’s Curves

Be Someone to Look Up To

Live in the Moment

Reflect your True Nature

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I don’t have any advice that is better than that of a rainbow. Seriously that advice is pretty much how I try and live my life. I do however have some thoughts on being yourself, sharing your true and awesome colours and shining bright and beautiful in your own unique way.

I believe that confidence is sexy.

Sometimes for me confidence is glitter, My Little Pony, tutus and rainbows.

I also believe that I am a kick ass FemDom and I have seen too many women say they can’t be the same because ‘they don’t fit the type‘!

Oh hell no!

You can be anything you want to be and don’t let the haters and the ‘one true way’ brigade tell you otherwise.

What I really want to be is a My Little Pony.

And nobody is gonna stop me!


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Erotica – Just Like a Lamb

He is such a good boy. Waiting. Patiently.

He looks fucking glorious, and he is glorious to fuck. Collar on, he kneels in the centre of the room. You arrive first as planned and we continue to adorn him with his accessories of submission. Ankle and wrist cuffs, his harness and for the time being a blindfold and a gag.

Our eyes meet as we stand either side of him and I’m compelled to touch you. The collusion in planning this for him has brought us closer together. I am delighted to find you are as wet as I am as my hand reaches under your skirt. My finger moves between your slick and inviting labia … and the doorbell goes!

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