Her Perspective: Pegged, Ruined, and Forced to Clean Up
When you have multiple small kids, mood-setting matters. It really helps transition from toddler bedtime to adult sexy time.
On femdom nights, I usually put our oldest to bed while he gets ready. His tasks are:
Clean himself thoroughly, inside and out. This includes taking off his cage temporarily, which I let him do unsupervised. I’m his mistress not his babysitter.
Wear my favorite panties (for him)
Set mood lighting (note to Philips Hue: where are your pegging presets?).
Play sexy music (“Hey Siri, play pegging music” does not work in case you’re wondering).
Put his dildo of choice in the harness and arrange it next to the bed with lube, a small towel, and the Hitachi wand.
My favorite part of our dynamic is the spontaneity. Half the time I don’t know what I’m going to do, exactly. I like winging it and keeping him on his toes knees. There’s no guarantee he’ll actually get pegged and DEFINITELY no guarantee he’ll cum.
Let me tell you about a recent session…
He was waiting for me in the bedroom, drinking a glass of wine. All tasks completed. Good boy.
I ruffled through my underwear drawer to find a red silk blindfold. We’re both a bit neuro-spicy. Sensory deprivation helps us filter outside noise and focus on pleasure. Tonight’s goal: puddle husband.
“Put this on and roll over.”
He whimpered in anticipation and obeyed.
I straddled his ankles and started running my nails along his legs. Slowly, starting with his calves, moving to his outer thighs, then his inner thighs. He whimpered again. Then, without warning, I spanked his ass HARD.
“Thank you, mistress!”
I’ve really gotten into spanking him over the years. I doubt there’s publicly available data on this, but I bet divorce rates negatively correlate to spanking frequency. I spanked him again harder.
“Thank you, mistress!” He’s leaking in his cage now. What a predictable little slut I have.
I grabbed the Hitachi wand from the bedside table and turned it on, placing it gently on his cage from behind. He gasped and writhed his hips, trying to thrust into the vibrations. I hadn’t let him cum in almost a week and he quickly turned desperate. If you’ve never watched a man completely lose control and frantically grind his caged cock against a vibrator… I highly recommend it 🥵.
I could tell he was getting close. I turned the wand off to let him cool down a bit.
“Please. More.”
“No, shut up. You’re not in charge.”
Feeling devilish, I increased the buzzing intensity and placed it back on his cage. He groaned an involuntary “fuuuck” and began to writhe again. I waited exactly 10 seconds before cutting the power.
“That’s enough,” I said matter-of-factly, removing the wand.
He begged loudly, “Please mistress! Give me more. I was so close.”
“If you ask me one more time, I’ll stop completely,” I said sternly. “You can sleep in your own leaky wet spot for all I care.”
”Yes, mistress.”
I smacked his ass one more time for good measure and straddled his waist, kissing his neck and shoulders, broad and strong from his days as a competitive swimmer. My tongue traced his spine all the way down to the waistband of his sissy green jockstrap. More guys should wear fancy underwear. I nibbled on the lacy edges while I started to knead and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. He sighed shakily, anticipating my next move.
He quivered when he felt my breath on his asshole, grunting deeply as I flicked my tongue over it. The pool of precum under his locked cock grew larger with every wet swirl. I fondled his cage and buried my tongue deeper, relishing every involuntary twitch and slutty moan.
“Get the dildo,” I commanded.
He jumped up, grabbed the harness, and helped me step into it. This part used to feel awkward but it now it felt like a crucial part of our ritual.
“How do you want it?” I asked while he tugged the velcro straps into position around my waist.
He smiled somewhat sheepishly. “I want to ride you.”
I fell back onto the bed and watched as he applied lube to himself and the dildo. He wrapped his legs around me and slowly lowered himself onto the 7” lifelike cock. I watched his face move from initial mild discomfort to pure bliss.
Usually, it takes a few minutes for him to adjust and get into a rhythm. Not tonight. I had warmed him up properly and teased him to the edge. He leaned forward to hungrily kiss my neck as he rolled his hips forward and backward onto my silicone cock.
“You feel so good,” he whispered, breathlessly. “It’s hitting my prostate every time.”
I pushed him up and grabbed the Hitachi wand. “I’m going to put this on your cage while you ride my strapon. When you’re close, tell me. You are NOT allowed to cum without permission.”
“Yes, mistress.” I loved the mix of angst and lust in his face.
I started to buck my hips upwards, fucking his ass while holding the wand to his cage. I knew he didn’t have long.
“I’m close, fuck I’m close, please let me cum…”
“NO.” I pulled the wand away. He let out a pathetic cry.
I could feel his body tensing, caught between pleasure and denial. After a second or two, thick ropes of cum shot out of his swollen cage onto my stomach. He sat there looking bewildered, halfway satisfied, still fully frustrated. I’m perfecting my ruined orgasm timing and this was an A+ result.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I grinned, motioning to my stomach.
After a full orgasm, I have to COMMAND him to clean me up. It’s different after a ruined orgasm. He cleans me up eagerly.
He jumped off the dildo and started to happily lick his cum off my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair and sighed contentedly.
“Should we order McDonald’s?”
