Dangerous Obsession – Day 2 – Femdom Story

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Day 2

I had shown up at Miss Gepard’s Dungeon a little before the scheduled time; however impatiently waited in my vehicle alone, and apprehensive, after all, I had the opportunity to chicken out and commute home in case I needed to. In any case, my desperate longing to submit, explore, and learn FEMDOM kink overpowered my restless thoughts, and I realized that if I somehow managed to turn around now, I would walk out on an opportunity to see whether this submissive lifestyle was appropriate for me. I mustered the mental fortitude to stroll to Mistress Gepard’s entryway, and afterward falter a couple of seconds before I pressed the buzzer. The individual behind the entryway, whom I couldn’t see, requested that I confirm my identity, before getting permission to get inside. The voice was instructing me to walk down the passageway and to keep my eyes pointing forward. The voice stayed behind me, guiding me to an entryway, advising me to go into the room, and educating me that the room was vacant. I opened the entryway, and investigated the room interestingly, before reluctantly stepping forward; realizing that idea there truly was no turning back. I went into the spacious room assuming its size and contents. For all appearances, it was a typical room as should be obvious, with an enticing-looking bed (quill sleeping pad with bunches of pillows), two overstuffed seats were on either side of the bed, and a wooden straight back recliner with arms against the wall. An enormous cupboard was present; its doors were shut and were positioned just beside the entrance door inside the room.

The voice guided me to move over to the front of the bed, and that I was to bow down, my head to the ground, and position my hands behind my back. I did as commanded, and the voice instructed me to hold my position and that Mistress Gepard would be with me shortly. I heard the entryway closing and I restlessly stood alone in the spacious room, feeling humiliated by my position, and counting the seconds until I heard the entryway opening once more. I had my heart and stomach doing summersaults in my throat.

I nearly bounce up in tension; my nerves were overpowering me when I heard the entryway opening and closing again as the Mistress ventured into the room. By some accomplishment of will, I figured out how to remain calm. I heard Mistress Gepard approaching me, and discreetly walking around my inclined body. I effortlessly saw the feet of her black suede leather boots as Mistress Gepard swaggered around me. She commanded me to get up, and I quickly followed her orders. Not only did I want to exhibit my eagerness to submit to her, but also I never wanted to be in that position for much longer as it began to get uncomfortable. I stood up and unsure of where to look, I watched with widening eyes and gaping mouth as Mistress Gepard inspected me intently. I stared at my dream woman. She was wearing her black leather boots, black nylon stockings, leather skirt, and a black fitted coat that exhibited some portion of her tempting cleavage.

“My rules are straightforward. You’re to do as I command you to without asking any questions. In case that I order that you accomplish something, which you would prefer not to do, inform me right away. You had your share of delight yesterday. But from now on, you’re not permitted to cum without my authorization. Punishment for any noncompliance will be given at the end of the meeting through the withholding of delight. From now on, I would like to begin my sessions spanking you, so you need to take off your garments except your briefs.”

“Indeed My Lady” I responded, and rapidly peeled off my garments as commanded, piling them at my feet. Mistress’s eyes had a silent command and I folded my garments and piled them on the wooden recliner present in the room. I turn and noticed that Mistress Gepard had taken off her black leather coat to uncover a black glossy silk bustier; I additionally noticed that Mistress was sitting comfortably and relaxed on the bed.

“Come here and lay across my lap,” Mistress ordered me. As if being hypnotized by her mesmerizing voice, I moved over to her slowly and quietly and lay myself tenderly across her lap. “Have you at any point been spanked previously?” She inquired while gradually scouring my bottom through the fabric of my briefs.

“Yes Mistress, You spanked me yesterday.” I felt her hand at the midsection of my briefs, as she rapidly pulled them down onto my thighs. I shuddered and wriggled as the cool AC air hit my naked skin. I could sense the pounding of my heart like war drums in my chest as goosebumps decorated my skin. I was sure that Mistress’s peering eyes hadn’t missed the sight. Mistress Gepard ran her hands over my skin on a couple of more occasions before removing her hand. The following thing I felt was the stinging effect of the crashing of her firm hand against the skin of my naked butts; the sound of flesh colliding against flesh reverberating in the room had butterflies in my stomach. Mistress’s other hand gradually, comfortingly caressing and massaging along my back had twitched my cock. She must have felt the sensation on her lap. As she proceeded to spank onto my sensitive skin, it just took a couple of blows and I was crying and wriggling in uneasiness on her lap. A couple of more vicious spanks to my naked butt-skin by her strong palm, and I’m howling discernibly at each blow. My bottoms were burning like hellfire. The sweet warmth emanating from my butts made my cock throb. Mistress Gepard stopped; however, a couple of seconds later, I felt her hands on my hot and stinging arse, massaging the skin softly to soothe the pain.

“Did you enjoy that boy?” She inquired.

“No Mistress,” I answered. I sensed one of her hands maneuvering down between my legs.

“I believe you’re not good at lying boy. Because when somebody says he didn’t enjoy it, your little peck appears to be fairly excited.” Mistress teased.

I couldn’t reply, yet I feel my cheeks and ears burning in embarrassment.

“Sit up now boy, and relax on my lap,” Mistress Gepard ordered me. Once positioned with my back facing toward her, she took me in her arms and pulled me intimately toward her. We stayed in a comforting embrace for a short moment before she instructed me, “Go get the stool from the corner and position it in the center of the room, and then sit down in it”.

“Indeed Mistress,” I acknowledged. I hesitantly get off her lap and in the blink of an eye wind up sitting in the stool after positioning it in the center of the spacious room. Meanwhile, I noticed Mistress Gepard had additionally been bringing something from the cupboard while I was occupied. She returned over to the stool, and I noticed interestingly the ropes in her grasp. I gaze at her nervously, and she grinned back at me, a grin that was mischievous yet comforting. It calmed down my nerves. She began to restrain my ankles to the legs of the stool, and afterward, my right wrist was tied to the large wooden loop on the right side of the stool. I positioned my left wrist on the left side loop because I believed that was where my left arm was going to be tied; however, it wasn’t. Mistress Gepard slipped a blindfold over my eyes, and I immediately panicked, till I felt her hands running through my hair, soothing my agitating nerves.

“I need to see you masturbating boy”. She whispered in my ears and I shivered in excitement. Her words, her hot breath had my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. I reddened when I felt her hands meander over my chest, pinching my nipples, and scratching my chest. My breathing quickened. Then grabbing my left hand, she carried it down onto my leaking cock. She murmured into my ear wickedly, “This would please me incredibly boy.”

Following her orders, I began to jerk off for my Mistress. Gradually, my pace increased, and with a serious level of anxiety, my face reddened with shame. It was not long before I was groaning delicately with my back arching. Soon, I felt a churning in my balls, my breathing shortened, the sensation of the nerves of my cock had an electric effect on my groin and I exploded covering my hand in my creamy discharge. Her hand descended slowly and grabbed her free hand. I sensed her lifting it to her lips and her soft, moist lips wrapping my fingers, “Umm, that’s excellent.” Then she leaned forward and I felt her soft lips crashing onto my lips. The richness of her lipstick, the warmth of her tongue, and the softness of her lips made heaven and hell descend in my brain. It allowed me the luxury to taste my sperm. Involuntarily, I winced at the taste; however, I was too overpowered in a peculiar and enticing blend of sensations that had immobilized me completely. She removed her hands from mine and continued to untie my hand and ankles, yet the blindfold remained in its position.

When she was done, I was told to stand up and to grab my hands together behind my head. Mistress Gepard returned after a couple of seconds and started pinching my nipples in her grasp, making me groan in ecstasy enthusiastically. She removed her hands, and within a short moment, I felt the wetness of her warm mouth over my erect stubs. As she flicked her tongue and nibbled at my sensitive erect beads them making them hard, I groaned vigorously in fervor and stood amazed at the electric feeling. The following clamors from me were boisterous heaves of agony and euphoria as she nibbled, tugged, twirled onto my sensitive nipples hard. Considerably stronger wheezes were evoked from me when she put a nipple clamp on my left nipple, making me screech and jerk away and wriggle expecting to shake it free.

“Shush little boy.” She admonished holding me firmly, before putting the other clamp onto my right nipple, making my knees buckle somewhat.

“Open your mouth slave,” She commanded and I heard her mischievous chuckle. I allowed my mouth to drop open as if being remote-controlled by her orders, and I felt a severe tugging at my achingly sensitive nipples as Mistress Gepard lifted the chain attaching the nipple clamps up and into my teeth. She placed her hand under my jaw, and tenderly pushed it upwards, shutting my mouth, and chain hanging out of either side. Gradually, the pressure onto my nipples increased and I felt my cock throbbing at the delightful sensation.

I stood still; my right hand was gripping the left wrist behind my head. As I wriggled Mistress Gepard ran her fingers over me. Her nails were scratching the flesh on my back, making me groan in enraptured bliss, and wriggle considerably more. The palm of her other hand was running over my chest, and around my groin, and afterward caressed my other thigh, before tapping me delicately on the bottom. The next thing I felt wasn’t her hand. I wheezed in terrifying shock as the first blow of a flexible black leather paddle crashed onto my left butt cheek. It was not hard, but rather enough to leave my skin stinging with blistering warmth as I moved my body in a vain endeavor to shift away from the next playful spank on the same zone. Before long, another spank landed against my right butt cheek, making me moan and gasp hard for air. Mistress Gepard continued to pace up the stinging smacks everywhere on my body, the rear of my thigh, my shoulders, my sides, front of my thighs. I was in dazzle with my mind flying the clouds of the seventh heaven and never did anything more but to wheeze and breathe harder is wonderful ecstasy. She painted my skin red and it burned like hellfire after the vigorous spanking. After a break of a couple of minutes, she started it all once more. The chain to the nipple clamps was still between my teeth, just.

“Drop the chain,” I was ordered, and I let my mouth open enough for it to follow gravity from its own accord.

“Get on the bed, and lay on your stomach young man,” I was instructed by Mistress Gepard. I rapidly moved to the edge of the bed, discovering it gradually in my condition of forced blindness. Laying down on the bed as commanded, I felt my Mistress gripping my wrists as she clasped on a pair of handcuffs, spreading my arms apart, she restrained each cuff to a piece of rope. Next, I felt her tie a spreader bar between my legs. Once set up, she adjusted the bar spreading my legs to about their breaking point. “Stay there slave,” I was told, not that I could move anyplace regardless of whether I needed to. A sudden quietness occupied the room, and I began to feel somewhat anxious. It wasn’t long anyway before Mistress returned. I felt her bow on the edge of the sleeping pad, and I wriggled as something touched the rear of my neck. It was not her fingers, but rather the lashes of leather that made up the business end of a flogger. As she gradually wiggled them down my back, causing me to squirm much further. I was wriggling a lot to the best extent of my restrains as she tickled my arse with the leather fingers, and immediately all of a sudden, it stopped. It was anything but a tickling sensation I felt straightaway, as Mistress brought the flogger down onto my right shoulder.

“Ouch!” I cried as I felt the first hit. “Arghh” as she spanked my right shoulder. My screams of pain and pleasure got stronger as she worked down my body, whipping my back in one spot, before moving to another spot. She was working her way down to my butts. She stopped after spanking me with the flogger on my bottom, once on every butt cheek, at least immediately. After almost a minute, she began her exquisite work once more, this time-varying the area, hitting each spot she had previously, bringing me to be close to tears after a few spanks landed on the already delicate and sensitive parts. When she had gotten back to every one of the spots she had now spanked, tears were gradually running down my face.

My Mistress plunked down on the bed just beside my head and ran her fingers through my hair. “There you are, all over now, and you’ve been so acceptable about it slave.”

“Much obliged Mistress, I’m happy I satisfied you, I am making an honest effort, sincerely.” I reacted.

“I know my slave, I know.” She stroked my hair tenderly once more. “You’ve done very well for your second time and on schedule. We’ll have the option to expand the number of strokes and the toughness of them as you get more habituated to the pain and punishment, and you will be punished for your unauthorized doings and disappointments, slave.” My Mistress’s hand descended my back, “I believe you want to cum,” she teased.

“Indeed My Lady, I want to if that would please you?” I answered.

“Yes my slave, it would please me. Now, I will untie you, and you can ask for something for your reward.”

My Mistress started untying my wrists from the leather cuffs, scouring my wrists delicately to help re-establish the blood circulation. At that point, she untied my ankles from the spreader bar, caressing and massaging over the entire of my legs to soothe excess discomfort in the wake of being spread so wide. My Mistress encouraged me to turn over and afterward made me into a sitting posture before embracing me intently once more. “Slave, you are permitted to request something of me that would satisfy you, as compensation for being an excellent submissive.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I answered, “The only thing I needed to do is to satisfy you, I’ll do anything you need me to.”

“No Boy!” My Mistress rebuffed with outrage, “This is your chance to pick something.” She contemplated quietly briefly, before proceeding in a quiet voice, “I ought to rebuff you for that, yet you’ve effectively experienced sufficient this evening.” She ordered me to get off the bed, and once I was standing before her, head bowed in disgrace, she pulled back the sheets of the bed and rested relaxingly. She tapped the space close to her demonstrating I should join her.

“Indeed Mistress.” I acknowledged, climbing wearily onto the bed, uncertain of myself. I lied down close to the Mistress, and she wrapped me in a comforting embrace, pulling me in intimately. One hand came up and brushed my hair out of my face before maneuvering my head onto her shoulder. She pulled the covers back, advising me to rest for some time.

We relaxed together intimately. As I was wrapped in her hug, my head got buried by her hair. As I breathed in her ameliorating scent and the magnificent sensation of her hair on my face, I relaxed and almost fell asleep. We lay there for quite a long time. Perhaps, I dozed off. My Mistress was unwrapping her arms from around me and I woke up from my fantasy. “Alright, little slave. It’s the ideal opportunity for you to leave, get up, and get dressed at this point.”

“Indeed Mistress” I moaned as I hesitantly escape her bed, and moved to my heap of garments. “Much obliged Mistress for an awesome evening,” I acknowledged as soon as I was done with dressing. “I believe I’ve satisfied you, and I anticipate my next visit”.

“Indeed my slave, you’ve satisfied me tremendously, and I’m certain you will again next time when you visit; however now it’s the best for you to leave”. She reacted, “And, little slave?” She called as I was prepared to leave.

“Yes, My Mistress,” I answered.

“Be cautious.”

“Indeed My Lady,” I answered as I left the entryway, and strolled out of my Mistress’s dungeon.

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