Letters-NEW FORMAT
Unexpected Dominance in Physical Therapy
I write to you with the particular warmth of a man who has recently discovered that his lower back pain, which had progressed from inconvenient to genuinely debilitating, was, in fact, a delivery system for something else entirely. A Trojan horse of discomfort that carried within it an experience I hadn’t known to ask for, and would not have known how to articulate had it not already happened to me. Which is to say: I went in for physical therapy and came out wearing something that felt a lot like submission, and the strangest part was how much better my back felt afterward.
I’m a Naughty Slut Boy
After a year of gradually surrendering more control to his dominant girlfriend, Ricky comes home to discover she has prepared a very personal display of ownership. Bound, collared, and left waiting in agonizing anticipation, he learns that uncertainty can be every bit as powerful as physical restraint.
Outnumbered, Outweighed, Overwhelmed
An older submissive man reflects on the years he spent working at a Weight Watchers center in his twenties, surrounded by confident, powerful big women who awakened every part of his fetish. From flirtation to domination, he remembers the unforgettable night two curvy sisters invited him home and completely overwhelmed him.
Pegged in my Dorm
My legs trembled as I stripped naked, my rock-hard erection bouncing between my thighs. She ordered me onto all fours, ass up like a bitch in heat. The cold lube drizzled directly onto my puckered hole made me gasp, then moan shamefully as she worked it in with her slender finger, twisting and probing until my cock was leaking.
Posing Naked at the Senior Citizen Center
Every time her eyes flicked to my junk, my dick would twitch and bounce like it was trying to wave hello. The AC was blasting, making my nipples harder than calculus, but the way her tongue kept darting out to wet her wrinkled lips had my balls practically retreating into my body from performance anxiety.
I was a Male Stripper
Of course I wasn’t supposed to do this type of thing, but the owners would look the other way. So, I knelt between her thighs, pushed aside silk underwear, and worked her with my tongue until she gripped my hair so tight it hurt. Her thighs trembled against my shoulders as she bit her lip to stay quiet.
I lost the bet and still ended up winning!
What followed was her silicone cock pressing into me inch by inch while five women watched, their eyes hungry. My cock hung heavy between my legs as she grabbed my hips, thrusting deeper until I gasped. "Look how he takes it," she said, sliding almost completely out before slamming back in.
Caught by my friend’s Mom doing laundry in my undies
I gasped as my erection sprang free, bobbing heavily between us. Her eyes widened appreciatively, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "My, my," she whispered, not backing away.
Blind Date Leads to Pegging in Public Restroom
She kissed me again, slower this time, and told me to turn around. My brain was racing. Part of me was stunned. Part of me was embarrassed. But the biggest part of me was undeniably turned on. The fact that she had planned this. The fact that she had decided, long before we left the bar, how the night was going to go.
A Picnic Pegging
When I pulled out the strap-on, his surprise was instant and delicious. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as he stared at the silicone shaft. The easy confidence drained from his face, replaced by a flush that spread down his neck to his bare chest.
Her Work Toy
The first time I wrapped my hand around him, I remember thinking he was perfectly proportioned, thick enough to make me gasp, long enough to hit every spot that matters, and responsive enough that I can make him throb with just a whispered command.
CFNM Babe at the Drive In
The contrast gets him rock hard every time… his vulnerability against my control. I let him squirm like that for a while, occasionally trailing a fingernail along his thigh just to watch him twitch.
His Wife Commands the Landscapers
Her lipstick was smeared all over his shaft, and I could see her throat bulge each time she swallowed him deeper. Their sweaty, naked bodies glistened in the afternoon light streaming through our bedroom windows, and the sight of her wedding ring gleaming as she gripped Steve's muscular thighs made my own cock throb painfully against my zipper.
I pushed him to service me at work
I've been giving my boyfriend little tests for months. Nothing cruel… unless you count making him wear a remote vibrator to his sister's wedding and activating it during his toast. Just escalating challenges that echoed what we already did at home, where he crawled naked across our hardwood floors with a leather collar tight around his throat.
Three Stories of Erotic Domination by CFNM Babe
Dear FemdomU Forum, I’m in college, which means two things are always true: everyone thinks they’re in control, and almost nobody actually is. I've always loved CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male.) There's something delicious about being fully dressed, calm, curious,...
A Femdom Origin Story – “bitchboy”
Dear FemdomU
I hope you'll publish my letter, as my fingers tremble with excitement typing this. My cock stiffens remembering what happened just an hour ago… her warm tongue tracing my inner thigh while her friend watched, both of them laughing at how quickly I responded to their touch.
scrappydo, Mizz Geena’s Mother and an Outing He Won’t Forget
My name is scrappydo. I am owned by Mizz Geena. I live in her house, I serve her daily, and my body, time, and obedience belong to her. That is my new normal. What is not normal, at least for me, is when her mother comes to stay for the holidays.
I knew she understood exactly what kind of house this is.
Late Bloomer ‘virgin’
Dear FemdomU Forum, My name is Roy. I am 62, divorced, with a salt-and-pepper beard that's more salt these days, arthritic fingers that ache when it rains, and until recently, a life as predictable as my 7PM dinners of microwaved Lean Cuisine. That changed because...
Owning the Night Foreman
A married office worker discovers her night foreman secretly sniffing her chair, then slowly turns his obsession into obedience through nightly tasks. She eventually commands him to her office, rides his face while two crew members watch, and asserts her ownership, leaving him panting, exposed, and utterly devoted.
Stuffing My Shame
I never thought I would write this down, but Mistress told me that a man only grows when he owns his mistakes. So here is my confession about what happened last Thanksgiving, the most humiliating and strangely erotic punishment of my life.
Welcome TheCount, sounds like you’ve had quite the journey so far! Welcome in.
Welcome Bambi, Looking forward to seeing more work from you and getting to hear more.
A Beautiful article Miss Autumn, "A submissive may not even enjoy the taste, smell, or discomfort involved." when devotion the…
You should have me count spankings, Miss Autumn. "One...OWW! Thank you, Miss Autumn..."
So, another new boy to play with. What do you think I should have you count for me?