He Gave In to her Strap-on as the Ball Dropped and Fireworks Began
By the time I was fully inside him, his moans filled the room, soft at first but growing louder as I began to move. Slow thrusts, deep and deliberate, sending shivers through his body.
Alyssa, FemdomU Reader
To the FemdomU Forum,
Christmas that year was different. For months, I’d been toying with an idea, teasing him about it playfully, testing the waters to see how far his blushes would go. When I handed him his gift that morning, his face turned a deep crimson before he even finished unwrapping the box. Inside was a sleek black strap-on, smooth silicone, and my promise to use it whenever he was ready.
“You’re insane,” he muttered, though his smile betrayed his intrigue. He didn’t say much more about it that day, but I caught him eyeing it when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Fast forward to New Year’s Eve. The tension had been building all week, and I decided that night was the perfect time. The champagne was chilled, the lights dimmed, and the countdown clock on the TV ticked closer to midnight. I leaned over, straddling him on the couch, and whispered in his ear, “It’s time for your real gift.”
He froze for a second but nodded. Nervous, excited, maybe even a little scared. I led him to the bedroom, lit candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. I told him to strip, his hesitation melting away under my calm, commanding tone.
Once he was naked, I slipped on the strap-on, the harness fitting snugly against my hips. I could see his breaths quicken as he watched me, his vulnerability making him even more beautiful to me.
I started slow, massaging him, kissing him deeply, letting him relax into the moment. When I reached for the lube, he flinched slightly, but I reassured him with a soft smile and a whispered, “Trust me.”
It took time—gentle touches, slow circles, and constant checking in—but soon, he was ready. I pressed the head of the dildo against him, feeling his body tense and then relax as he exhaled deeply.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, pushing in just a little further. His sharp intake of breath told me it was intense, but he didn’t ask me to stop. Inch by inch, I entered him, watching his face shift from apprehension to a mixture of pleasure and disbelief.
By the time I was fully inside him, his moans filled the room, soft at first but growing louder as I began to move. Slow thrusts, deep and deliberate, sending shivers through his body. His hands gripped the sheets, his back arching slightly with each motion.
“You’re mine,” I told him, my voice firm but filled with affection. He nodded, eyes squeezed shut, his voice breaking as he whimpered, “Yes, yours.”
The sound of the TV in the background faded as the countdown began. “Ten… nine…” I picked up the pace, my hips snapping against him, driving deeper.
“Eight… seven…” His moans turned to cries, his body trembling beneath me.
“Six… five…” I leaned over him, my breath hot against his neck as I whispered, “You’re going to scream for me.”
“Four… three…” His voice broke into a raw, desperate sound, his body shuddering as I hit just the right spot.
“Two… ONE!” As the ball dropped on TV, he let out a deep, guttural scream, a sound of pure surrender. Fireworks erupted on the screen, but nothing compared to the explosion of emotion in that room. I held him tightly, still inside him, as he came down from the overwhelming high.
That night changed everything for us. He let go completely, and I… I felt more powerful and connected to him than ever before. It wasn’t just about the act; it was about trust, vulnerability, and the unshakable bond we built together in that moment.
Yours in dominance, Alyssa
Jealous.