Objectify him, subdue him, humiliate him, and use him. A femdom story. (Part 1)
The weekend was coming up, time to spend together, free of the *******, away, and relaxed; we were both looking forward to it. The house I’d booked online looked comfortable, cosy and private and was close enough so that it would only take an hour or so to drive there and get settled in on the Friday night.For a few weeks now my schedule had been a little overloaded and he’d been feeling a little neglected, not getting much attention from me. As generally happens with a submissive who doesn’t get what they need, he’d started to be a little grumpy, a little lonely, and a little distant. I too was missing the feeling of control and confidence I get when things are flowing well. Time for a bit of a reset perhaps.
I’d been thinking about ways to accelerate the sense of intimacy and closeness for the short weekend, browsing websites and listening to provocative podcasts. The pictures, stories and conversations were helping me get back into my dominant and mischievous headspace, and I was building a list of play ideas for me and my boi. The more I thought about things, and the more I let the Internet inspire me, the more I thought I wanted to push things further and play a little harder, and longer than we would typically do. I looked at him as we had our normal family dinner a few days before we were to leave and felt warm, and a little wet… If only he knew how my imagination was roaming.
(Collared bois, make better toys.)
Although we needed time together, I needed to think of how we could jump lanes, from normal life to play time, and establish strong dominance and submission that would be memorable and help shape the dynamic for the following weeks. The best course of action, I thought, was to not go too gently, and surprise and delight him with a flood of attention and sensation, whilst taking away his will, resistance and strength. At least for a day, or so.
For a few days now, I was walking around the house looking like a proud *******. I could tell he loved it, but wasn’t sure what was going on, he just looked at me curiously, hopefully. He could sense the dominance in me rising, calmly and gently. As my body and tone expressed it, he couldn’t help but become a little more polite, putting a little more effort into helping around the house, and being more temperate with his words and actions.
Thursday morning came, and after my few days of single-minded kink and play research, I was feeling sensuous, courageous, tough and a little bit evil. He spent the week in regular vanilla work mode, and it seemed a little unfair; well good. I was about to get a little rough, break him, hurt him, make him melt into a puddle and then pick him up and love him again. ‘Get the cock cage, put it on, and bring me the lock’ I said as he woke up. My instruction was clear, serene, and firm. He was blurry, a little confused, but immediately did as I asked, fumbling and having to ******* it in as he started to get hard. I enjoyed watching the struggle and the obvious discomfort. Once it was on, I played with it for a while. He squirmed as the tightness overwhelmed him, and after a couple of minutes he was dripping and suggesting we take it off again. Smiling, I just said ‘No pet. Go and have your shower and get to work. You’re not getting out today’. Sighing, and dripping, he did as he was told, and was soon out of the house. As he left, I jiggled the cage through his pants one more time, kissed him goodbye and said ‘Have a nice day my pretty, drippy boi’. A day or so early, the weekend had just begun.
He’s a nice-looking man, my man. Trimmed beard, not too much body hair, a likeable body, but for this weekend, I decided I didn’t actually want my husband for a while, I wanted a thing. I wanted something I could play with, mark, push around, demand what I wanted and use for my pleasure and cruel entertainment. I wanted to let a little bit of the sadistic side out, and that’s generally easier when the target, my boi, is quiet, anonymous and acquiescing to my will and actions. I needed to objectify him, subdue him, and use him. I know he appreciates a little objectification, so my ideas, at least some of them, didn’t seem out of bounds.
I’d made him lunch for work. I rarely do, but he appreciates it as it’s usually better than the average cafes near his work. Inside the bag I’d packed a few additional items and just after 11:30am, well before he’d go for lunch I sat on the couch and composed a text message.
I’d packed a butt-plug, a couple of sachets of lube, a pair of women’s undies I’d picked up cheap at the supermarket during the week, and a pair of old stay-up stockings, which roughly matched the undies. Neither of us are really into feminisation, but I wanted to mess with his head and let him know I could ask for anything, and anything could happen. I wanted to be sure that when I asked for something he obeyed without question. He replied quickly, ‘Yes, miss’. I quivered and felt a little rush of power. With short, prompt responses, he was obviously starting to go under, heading to sub-space. I wondered if he acted differently with his colleagues when he was being put under by me.
It wasn’t even 12 o’clock before he responded again. Sure enough, there was a photo, a not very well frame photo, but evidence nonetheless that the steel plug was in. A few minutes later another photo of my man came through, from about the waist down, wearing nothing but the panties and stockings in what looked like an accessible cubicle. Cute! The bulge of the cage was clearly visible, and there looked like a tiny patch of dampness already coming through. The hairy legs didn’t quite match the outfit, so I decided we’d fix that later when he got home. I sent back a message to him. ‘Well done little puppy, you look sexy. Keep dripping through the day and come home early. Now get back to work and don’t play with your cage. Message me when you’re on your way.’
A little earlier than the regular knock-off time he sent a message saying he was heading home. While he was travelling, I sent another message.
I received a reply ‘Yes, miss’.
One of the windows at the front of our house allows for a good view of the front door to the side. I waited with the curtain drawn, out of site. When the boi got home, he looked around self-consciously and began to remove his clothes. He couldn’t see me, but I could see him. The door is mostly out of site from the street, so it was unlikely someone would discover him, but you never know when a neighbour or friend might drop in. I smiled thinking about how hilarious and embarrassing it would be for him if one of his mates decided it was time to swing by for a beer. When he’d taken everything off, he rang the doorbell, knelt and placed his head on the doormat. He looked so ashamed and nervous, I was loving it.
I walked back to the kitchen to fix myself a *******. He would be able to hear me walk past the front door, and off down the corridor away from where he was waiting. A refreshing, sparkling white in a tall glass. For him, I put some in a bowl on the floor, next to a bowl of water and headed back to the front window with my full glass and the bottle. Again, he would have heard me walk past the door, except this time he could probably guess I was at the window looking at him. I sat and watched people walk by the house as they too came home from work, never suspecting a just a few feet from where they passed by there was a mostly naked man with panties on and a steel plug in his rear, waiting for his wife to let him into his house. I removed my own panties and started to touch myself, just feeling my wetness and enjoying the warmth.
He was fidgeting a little trying to look around while keeping his head to the ground, hearing the people walk past and clearly wondering why I hadn’t let him in yet. When I’d finished my glass of wine, I filled it up again, and approached the front door. As I opened it, I spoke firmly, ‘Keep your head down pet’. He remained down, and I stepped out so my toes were just a few inches from his head. I place one foot on the back of his head, pressed down a little, and sipped my wine. ‘I don’t really want to hear your voice pet. Don’t speak.’ As I shifted my foot a little on his head and neck, his body relaxed. Good, he was sinking deeper into subspace.
‘Crawl over to the grass you pretty little slut’. I followed him, and when he was settled down again I sat on his back, using him as a chair while I sipped my wine. ‘Did you drip much in your little slutty outfit today?’ I asked as I stared at the trees. ‘Yes, and…’ he started to say, but I slapped his arse as spoke and reminded him that he was not allowed to use words. ‘Mmm!’ was all he could say. I liked it that way, no words, no husband, just my pet. I kept talking ‘I bet you dripped a lot. You like being my little slut. I bet you’re ready for something bigger in your arse. Would you like a cock in your arse, or maybe in your mouth for a while?’ I played with the plug a little making him squirm and groan as it pressed on his prostate. ‘Yes, I bet you’d like a big cock in your mouth right now, and I’d like to watch you suck my girl cock, or maybe even a real cock. Would you like to suck a real cock? That way you’d be a real slut. You’d be my little slut that sucks cock for my amusement. Yes, I think I’d like that. I wonder who we can get to come over that wants their cock sucked, someone we know, or maybe just some hung male *******’. He just stared at me, slight shocked and getting very turned on.
I stood up and directed him to lie on his back and spread his legs. I stood between his legs and looked down at him all exposed and messy. His cock was making the cage push out and away from his body, so I kicked it gently a few times to take him down a notch. He cringed with the pain, but stayed where he was. I stepped over him and sat on his chest. ‘Would you like some wine? Maybe that will loosen you up even more?’ He nodded, keeping his words to himself. ‘Open your mouth then’. I took a big mouthful of wine and leant forward as he opened his mouth, letting it drip from my mouth into his. He drank it and kept his mouth open wanting more. I kept going, filling my mouth and allowing the slightly warmed wine to cascade down into his mouth over and over until I’d allowed him to take about two glasses from my mouth, from within me.
While his mouth was open and his eyes closed, I stood up and let him taste more of me. Lifting my skirt, I let go and sprayed a full stream of hot liquid from between my legs all over his chest and face. I surprised even myself with how much I’d been holding on, with plenty of water and a few wines. He was now wet all over his face, his hair soaked and his chest trickling on to the grass. ‘See pet, I can feed you, make you feel good, or just piss on you because you’re mine.’ He was not only a mess physically, but his eyes had glazed over with the humiliation and subjugation and his mind was a puddle. ‘Are you my little piss slut? Do you need me to pee on you? Do you want me to do it again?’ He nodded. That’s what I liked, a messy, subby mind, weak and useless without my direction and control. If I’d walked away at that point, he probably would have stayed there for hours just quietly tripping out and hoping for me to come back and tell him what to think.
‘Take a minute to get your head back in this world, then take your clothes and things into the house and go to the bathroom and remove all of the body hair on your upper body with the cream and razor. Use the clippers to trim your leg hair back, I want it barely noticeable. Get yourself smooth all over. Then shower and exfoliate, and crawl back to me for inspection.’
While he cleaned up, and got himself sorted in the bathroom, I went back to more femme and femdom inspiration on the Internet. I’d built up quite a collection of links and references over the last few years, always looking to learn in order to be safe, to maintain variety both for myself and for him, and also to just improve my domme skills ongoing. Usually I’d be reading ‘how to’ articles, tweets from professional dommes, or product and scene reviews, but I found myself just flicking through girl porn and looking at strong women and their submissive men. It was a nice way to pass the time.
Eventually, he came crawling into the living room toward me. I pointed at him, and then to the ground in front of me at the couch. He approached with his head down. ‘Turn around, show me your backside and balls’. Blushing, he shuffled around on the rug in front of me and presented his bits. I grabbed his caged cock and balls and felt around his cheeks and thighs. ‘Not bad slut. I think you’ve done a reasonable job. Still dripping I see. I do wonder if you might run out of that precum’. The precum was on my hand from touching him. ‘Clean this up’. He turned around again and licked my hand. ‘Good little cum slut, lap it up’. He dripped on my foot as he licked my hand, so I had him lick that too.
‘I need to cum, so you’re going to lick me and help me cum, okay?’ He nodded slightly. ‘First however, I need to taste right for you. Go to the freezer and get that cum in a glass we saved a few weeks ago’. He looked scared again, good. ‘Now!… I’m horny’. He crawled to the kitchen and returned with the shot glass of his frozen cum. I’d had him on all fours a few times over a few weeks, milking him like a cow and directing each load into the glass for safe keeping. There was about four loads of cum in the glass, a lot of cum. I scooped the cum out of the glass and started to rub it over my lips and pushed some into myself. He just watched, realising what I had in mind. It was bit cool, but I didn’t mind, I was wet and warm and it quickly melted into me and on me. I made sure it was all over me and then said, ‘I’m ready, eat your cum and make me cum’.
He leant in and started to kiss and lick. It felt good, it always does, he’s a good pet. I had to mess with his head a little so said, ‘What if I swapped your cum for someone else’s? Do you think you’d know the difference?’ He gagged a little as the though of eating another mans cum entered his head. ‘You’re a good little cum slut, licking up cum for me. Keep licking and make sure you swallow it all.’ I felt him dripping on my foot again as he pushed me closer toward my orgasm.
He was always good at tracing shapes and getting to just the right spots when licking me, sometimes I had to push him away so I didn’t cum too quickly. I could smell his cum on me, in me, in his mouth and on his face. The smell of sex was incredibly strong with so many loads from him, and me being ready for hours. The smell made me rush closer to finishing. I pulled his head back by his hair with my left hand and slapped him hard across his cheek with the other. He was so surprised he looked like he might cry but held back as saw me smiling wickedly. I slapped him repeatedly, just on the right cheek, then shoved his face back to my cum-soaked pussy. He continued and I felt the edge approaching. Wanting it to last a bit longer I again lifted his head and slapped his wet face. He was so confused and in pain but wanting to please me. Three more slaps, then I shoved my fingers in his mouth and into his throat until he gagged. I fucked his face using my hand like a cock, calling him names and talking about how much he liked to be fucked and penetrated. I loved the feeling of control and the humiliation I was delivering. There have been times he has pretty much cum just from being called names and listening to the narrative I dish out. I always like to see how close I could get him with the verbal humiliation, so I let rip as I throat fucked him with my hand, pulling out every few strokes to slap his reddening face, ‘Little fucktoy. Cumslut. Cock-hungry whore. My little bitch-boi! Cum-breath. Cock sucker. Fuck face boi toy. Piss drinking little bitch. Cock princess. Locked-up little cum drinking slave. Panty wearing little cage dripping sissy’. I was feeling pretty creative, so this went on for a while as I stared into his poor little lost eyes.
He looked like he might be sinking too far into subspace so I ****** him back to licking me and came hard all over his face, squeezed my thighs around his head and twisted him to the floor and sat hard on his face letting everything drip back into his mouth. Phew! I’d cum so hard I was shaking. He pushed back a little because he couldn’t breathe very well. To this, I pushed back down and restricted his breathing totally for a moment or two, then easing up and allowing him some air. He gasped and heaved.
I took my time and recovered from the orgasm, sat back up on the couch and rested my feet on his face and chest. ‘Stay there, I’m going to watch some TV. You don’t get to cum yet. You don’t really need to, right? Besides, you’ve already swallowed enough cum, right? You’ve been a good little whore and good whores work for the pleasure of others, not their own. Just sit there and think about all that cum in your mouth’. Picking up my wine and the remote I settled back for an hour so of Netflix as the mess dried on his face and body. His cock continued to twitch in the cage and leaked almost constantly, so I let the cum drip onto my foot and then moved my foot to his mouth every now and again to be cleaned while I watched the show. In the boring moments I slapped his face with my foot. After a while, it was time for dinner.
Dinner was signalled by the doorbell. I’d ordered delivery earlier in the day and it had arrived on time. I was tempted to send him to the door to collect it, but the stench of cum and all of the marks and mess on his face would probably be too much for the poor delivery person and not at all consensual. I straightened up my skirt and shirt and took the bag of food at the door.
A good selection from the local Thai restaurant. I pushed the bowl of wine closer to him waiting at the dinner table and made a licking gesture. He understood, put his head in the bowl and drank the wine with his hands on the floor on either side of the bowl. He drank deeply, and then drank some water from the other bowl. More cuteness!
I dished out the food at the table and then put his plate on the floor at my feet and nodded. He started to eat his dinner like a puppy, a little messy, but mostly going in. I sat at the table eating my dinner and sipping my wine. He kept pausing and looking up at me, I smiled, patted his head, and told him he was a good boi. ‘Keep eating puppy’.
While we ate, I took the time to give him some further instruction. ‘I had another dream about getting fucked while you watch puppy’. He gulped what he was eating and stared at me waiting. ‘Yes, it was a bit vague, but he had a nice, big, cock, which he used to fuck your mouth for a while, then I got him to stretch me a little with it while you licked me. It was nice, I just wish I remember more about it. Pretty sure you ate his cum, but that’d be just like you, right? Look at you now, with food in your mouth, cum on your face and thinking about me getting a big cock. Pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to speak even if I wanted you to. Don’t worry, you don’t have to speak, I like you in this mode for now.’ He continued to look at me, a little confused, obviously wondering what was coming next, maybe hoping for something, but unable to ask for anything. ‘Yep, good dream, so after dinner I want you to pack my other boyfriends, including the big one.’ I referred to my toys as my boyfriends. One was called ‘BJ Boy’, because I mostly made my puppy give it blow jobs or use it on him with the strap-on. Another was the ‘BBC’ because it was a big black cock, duh! Then we also had ‘The Big One’, which was another BBC, just even bigger and using it just sometimes made me feel like I was being a bit greedy. There were a bunch of others but I hadn’t named them because they were really just for me to use on him like BJ Boy, rather than anything that ever went into me. ‘Actually, just pack pretty much everything. I might like to improvise’. He nodded. ‘Now finish your dinner my little cock handler’.
When we finished dinner, I had him clean up. He was dripping, horny and hoping for release. I was feeling very dommly, pleased with myself and didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt in making him my pet, my toy, my ‘it’. I sat back on the couch and he lay at my feet while I pressed one foot into his face and used the other to play with his cage. He was spaced out and twitching on the verge of cumming in the cage; so I kept him edged and plotted more about tomorrow while flicking channels on the TV. I was thinking to keep him locked, bundle him away in the car so he couldn’t see where we were going, make him a bit pretty and keep him ‘not him’ for at least another day, and then perhaps eventually give him some release.
‘Okay, bedtime pet’ I announced and took myself off to bed leaving him abandoned and surprised on the floor. When he crawled into the room, I indicated he could sleep on the blanket on the floor tonight and threw a pillow on the floor for him to use with it. ‘You’re a pet, not a person, and pets sleep on the floor’.
The pet did as it was told.
Laying back I realised I was incredibly wet and so touched myself for a while, luxuriating in the feeling of having established complete control over my toy. He could hear my gentle touching and flicking and I’m sure I heard him whimper a little as I quivered and peaked before falling asleep.
The Weekend (Part 1): Getting ready.
She fast tracks a jump from normal life to play time, establishing strong dominance over her boi. Driving him into a deep submissive state…
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