A Beautiful Young Lady
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Posted:Nov 23, 2022 6:08 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 3:38 pm 2215 Views
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After my “ball buster” girlfriend in high school i dated some other girls on and off. i suppose “officially” my next girlfriend of any length was perhaps the most beautiful girl in the school. She was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty named Barb. She was a cheerleader and one of, if not the, most popular girl in our class and maybe the whole school.
Of course, she knew how pretty she was and she used it. Generally, she dated older guys but she went out with me, i think, because i had a car and could drive her wherever she wanted to go. Which i did. Willingly.
In high school there is always a lot of making out and what used to be called petting. Touching and feeling each other along with the occasional dry humping was, for the time, the extent of most sexual activity. It was no different with Barb.
Perhaps it was an inherent understanding of the dynamic that existed between a girl and a boy but Barb seemed to just know how to string a boy along. She would use the touching and feeling to the best of her advantage.
We would be making out and my hand would be down her pants, feeling her soft moist pussy while her fingers would be wrapped around my erection. But every time, just before i would be about to cum, she would stop. Even then i thought she was doing it on purpose.
Usually after these times i would go home and masturbate, emptying my balls of all the cum that had been dying to get out.
One night after a date and a nice make out session, just after i got home but before i could jerk off, she called. She asked if i had masturbated. It was a very direct question and something i had never heard her say before. i stammered a bit and told her no, i hadn’t. She asked me not to because she wanted to do something very special on our next date. Did she not want me to masturbate until our date? That was days away. Did she have any idea what it was she was asking?
But i “obeyed” her request. It all but killed me. By the time i picked her up the following Friday for our date my balls were literally aching and my cock was straining hard against my blue jeans. Sitting beside her, first in the car, then at the movie, then in the car again was driving me insane.
When we got back to her house we went to her basement like we always did. She turned on the television. i don’t know what i expected but i had convinced myself that somehow she was going to make me cum. She didn’t.
i almost proudly told her that i had done what she wanted and not masturbated. She was a bit shocked and even laughed. She asked all sorts of questions about how it felt, how i felt. i explained it the best i could.
Finally, she reached her hand down and, using her fingernails, lightly traced along my cock and balls through my jeans. She asked me if it felt good to masturbate and cum. When i said it did she said that it felt good when she did it too. She wanted me to masturbate her.
She pulled her pants and panties down over her knees and directed me as to how she liked to be touched. i went at it with great enthusiasm, following her directions as to where and how to touch and how fast or slow to go. i was convinced that she was going to reciprocate.
After about a minute of leaning over i got down on my knees in front of her and rather quickly brought her to orgasm. It was the first female orgasm i’d ever seen and i thought i’d hurt her. When she reassured me that she was fine and that her reaction was normal i actually leaned in and kissed her pussy. She liked that. She liked it a lot. In fact she asked me to kiss her pussy again. i did. In fact i kissed it a half a dozen more time to the sounds of her moans.
Too soon she had me move aside and she pulled up her panties and pants. She told me it was late and that i would have to go. i protested and all but begged. She apologized and told me that tomorrow she would return the favor.
Like either an idiot or an obedient submissive, i didn’t masturbate no matter how difficult it was for me. i guess by this time i decided that if i had gone this far i could wait a little longer. But i waited more than a little longer.
About an hour before i was to pick her up for our date, Barb called me and cancelled. i was stunned. i told her how i still hadn’t masturbated and that i really needed her. She said that she really needed me to masturbate her and then she giggled, literally giggled through the phone and apologized saying that if i came by Sunday afternoon while her parents were out i could masturbate her again.
By Sunday afternoon my balls were ready to explode. True to her word, she let me masturbate her. In fact, she let me do it twice, with lots of pussy kissing thrown in. When she was finally satisfied she pulled up her panties and pants and told me to lay down on the couch. She didn’t unzip my jeans but rather just grabbed my cock through the denim and stroked it up and down. It only took a couple of strokes before i came in my pants, leaving a nice big wet spot.
She kept pointing out the wet spot, adding to my embarrassment, the rest of the time i was there. When i left to go home the spot was beginning to dry some. i kissed her goodbye and she commented on how my mouth tasted like pussy. “I like that,” she said with a smile.
We dated for a couple of months more, until the school year ended. This type of tease and denial went on the entire time. It was never as long or as intense as this, usually she would tease me a little on Friday night and let me cum on Saturday, always in my pants. Of course i would masturbate her and kiss her pussy.
Barb just seemed to know things. i don’t think she was a real dominant by nature. She just enjoyed the attention and knowing that she could get boys to do what she wanted. It’s probably a good thing for me that she didn’t know more about D/s at the time or i would have been in a lot of trouble. And probably a lot of ecstasy at the same time.
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Falling For Feet
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Posted:Nov 22, 2022 11:39 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 3:38 pm 1694 Views
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i'm not sure exactly when i first started finding female feet attractive but it was around the time i was 11 or 12. We lived next door to a house with all girls (except for their father) and each of us had tacky above ground swimming pools. Obviously, we would often swim in each other's pools. Quite often other neighborhood would be running back and forth between the two.
i just remember seeing feet coming up out of the water and feeling a kind of tingle through my body. It didn't make sense at the time. It was like looking at a girl's butt in a bikini and liking it. Butts were where you pooped. Feet were what you walked on. But there it was, a stirring seeing cute toes, especially some dripping water as they were climbing out of the pool.
It wasn't until high school that i grew brave enough to actually kiss a girl's foot. She was a girl i had been dating for a couple of months and i did it like i was joking. We were on the couch watching a movie on TV and she poked her foot up near my face
in a joking manner. i grabbed her foot. i think she thought i was going to tickle her but instead i gave her foot a quick little peck. She laughed but said that now i had to kiss her other foot. i gladly agreed and the second kiss was longer and with a bit more passion. She seemed a bit taken aback but still gave me an honest smile as though she liked it. i kissed her feet a few more times, even kissing each toe on the night of homecoming.
my first toe sucking came with a girl in college. We were in her dorm room after going to a frat party and having been drinking. She complained that her feet hurt from walking back from the frat house so i offered to give her a foot rub. She really seemed to enjoy it but finally said i needed to do the other foot. Instead, i lifted her foot to my mouth and kissed it. She said, "I like that." So bravely i kissed each toe and then took each into my mouth and sucked it. She actually moaned with pleasure, closed her eyes and laid her head back. After that first time i would massage her feet, kiss them and even suck her toes pretty much weekly. i was in heave.
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Learning About Myself
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Posted:Nov 22, 2022 3:30 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 3:38 pm 1037 Views
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It’s really difficult to say when you first realize you are submissive. Or Dominant for that matter. i do remember as a playing games with the girl next door. Her name was Linda. In the games she would be the queen or princess or ruler of some kind and i would be one of her servants. i remember actually kneeling at her feet on several occasions, feeling all tingly inside as i looked up at her while she ordered me around.
There were a couple of times, when it was cold out, that we would go down to my basement. She had a youthful fascination about the difference between how boys peed and how girls peed. She lived in a house of all girls (except for her father). i showed her how i peed once and she just stared at it the whole time. i was so embarrassed.
A few other times we had a rope and she tied my hands behind my back and once in front of me. It was all just part of the game.
When we were in junior high the games were behind us but there were times when i would brush her long hair while a group of us would sit outside and talk. When we went swimming i would put suntan lotion on her and a couple of times i even dried her off after we got out of the pool.
In thinking back on it it was all innocent stuff but i do wish that she would have had me kiss her feet or that she would have spanked me or any number of other things. But it would be a few years before i realized i was a true submissive and by then our family had moved away.
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Panties
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Posted:Nov 22, 2022 3:29 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 3:38 pm 2353 Views
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i put on a pair of panties when i got up this morning. Even though i am currently single and lack a Woman to give my life structure and meaning, i will still occasionally wear one of my collection of panties to remind of times when i didn’t have that choice. Besides, having on this pair of lacy raspberry cheeky hipsters adds a wonderful touch of humiliation throughout the day.
Like most boys i think i developed a fascination for panties as soon as i began thinking about girls, noticing the differences. The first pair i got was on a family vacation. We spent a couple of days with someone my father grew up with who lived on the Florida coast. There was a girl a year or two younger than me. Shivering with fear i managed to snatch up a pair of her dirty panties from a laundry basket. i was afraid that they would be found for the rest of the vacation.
The panties were nothing special, just simple cotton. But they had been worn and they had an aroma that i immediately fell in love with. Once we got home i would put on those panties, sometimes even sleep in them, and soiled them several times. Finally, i washed them but that took away any lingering hint of that delicious smell.
my next pair came from one of the neighbor girls. i’m not really sure which of the sisters they belonged to. i had just found myself alone in their bathroom and peeked in the laundry hamper. Also, basic cotton but more of a bikini style, these panties also had that amazing smell.
i knew better than to masturbate in them and ruin the scent. i wore them in my room and at night. i even ventured out of the house a couple of times with them on under my pants. i was constantly hard any time i had them on.
After that i began a bit of a collection. Whenever i found myself in the position i would liberate a pair of dirty panties. i would sniff them and wear them and would be in a near constant state of arousal.
When i started dating the Woman who would become my Wife and first long-term Mistress, i confessed to Her my larcenous ways. She laughed at me and said that i probably looked very cute in those panties.
She didn’t do anything with panties for a couple of weeks, much to my chagrin. In fact, i was beginning to feel as though She had either forgotten or wasn’t interested.
Then one night while we were living together before the wedding, after i had licked Her to two orgasms while not being allowed one myself, She got up from the bed, put on a robe and walked into the closet where our laundry hamper was. She returned and threw me the dirty panties She had worn that day, telling me with a grin to put them on. i asked if i could smell them and She laughed and told me She would be disappointed if i didn’t. So, i did. i inhaled Her scent. It mingled with the juices that covered my face.
When i slid the sexy silk panties on the material caressed my erection, my cock straining trying to get out. She laughed some more and said a lot of humiliating things about my being a slutty little bitch. She told me to go get her a drink and walking through the house, even though it was dark i felt embarrassed and humiliated. i loved it.
Upon returning i gave Her the glass and She told me to lie down at the foot of the bed and because i was being such a good boy She allowed me to worship Her feet while She watched television. That’s where i slept that night.
The next day i had to wear those panties under my clothes. That began the “tradition” of me wearing Her dirty panties each day. Deep down i knew no one around me, no one at work, knew that i had them on but i still felt the twinge of humiliation as i slid them on each morning.
She would call me at least once a day at work and i would have to describe the panties i was wearing, even though She knew perfectly well what they were. But having me say it out loud, into the phone, multiplied my humiliation and gave Her a laugh.
The biggest humiliation was when i went to the gym. No, i didn’t wear the panties when i worked out but i did learn how to pull down my pants and the panties at the same time, quickly, and stuff them into my locker before anyone saw. There were a few times i’m sure someone caught a glimpse of the colorful lace or silk.
Eventually, since i didn’t have a need for them, i got rid of all my own underwear and She used that drawer space for more of Her clothes. Some of which i eventually began wearing. While Her bras wouldn’t fit i could slide into Her dirty pantyhose or stockings, soiled teddies and baby dolls. She would always insult me and verbally humiliate me but i knew that my embarrassment was making Her happy. And that’s all that mattered.
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There Is No Right Or Wrong
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Posted:Nov 21, 2022 7:20 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 3:38 pm 1102 Views
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i don't claim to know all that there is about D/s or kink, in fact i only know what i've been exposed to through three long term FLRs. While different people may have their own preferences for doing things or even rituals, there is no right or wrong way to enjoy kink. The whole concept of being kinky and doing kinky things is to, let's be blunt, get off. If something excites you and brings pleasure then you are doing it the right way. You don't need others telling you how to do it. It's the person who is trying to tell you how to do it their way that is doing it wrong.
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