Real Fm is different from produced video
Unless one is very slow on the uptake; one realizes that almost all Female Domination Porn is Performance Art. It’s all about pleasing the man. It’s all about his dick, his punishment, his orgasm, his this, his that.
If you doubt that, look at the outfits the women wear. Some of those PVC and latex and leather suits with all the belts and buckles must take 30 minutes to put on. Femdom Empire is a great example. The women look just fantastic, and they have a full menu of every male deviant desire, but that’s clearly not about the women’s desire. A real Fm relationship is more about amusing her and less about $5000 latex outfits and stocks and being suspended from the ceiling. At least it’s that way in my house.
In a real, human relationship with elements of an FLR. It’s more about Her. Our relationship clearly has Female Dominance elements, but they are almost exclusively sexual. She’s never bossy or rude to me around the house, and she wouldn’t know how to manage the money. But our sex always includes oral for her, and CBT for me. She gets a lot of massage, and foot massage. Sometimes when we are on the couch in front of the TV, she will more or less demand a foot massage. Sometimes when I’m kneading her foot, she will then raise it to my mouth for kissing the arch and taking the toes into my mouth. That is her choice more frequently lately. if no one is around, a foot rub with toe sucking is certainly going to be requested.
I think hurting my balls is emotionally important to her. She certainly gets nothing physical from it. But I think she feels more confident in our relationship when she has a hold on me. Better than a hug. Done more frequently than a hug.
Over time, I have sexualized that highly specific pain, so she can make me hard very quickly that way. If she is feeling sexy, I will get it all day long, without warning. She might come in my office and say, “I’m going to neighborhood WalMart. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Ok.” But when she comes over to kiss me good bye, she will linger, kiss me again and unzip my pants and reach in and give me 5 minutes of hard squeezing. Often with the gentle accusation that I may be masturbating against our rules.
Gripping and pulling, “if you touch yourself when I’m gone, I will know.”
“Ow Ow Ow Ow…. I won’t. I won’t break the rule.”
“If you touch yourself it’s 100 with the paddle. Maybe you should be paddled tonight.”
If she masturbates, she will wake me up and tell me to lie next to her. She on her back, me on my side on her right. She will manipulate a small vibrator with her left. She will take a moment to force my balls to the end of the scrotum, then grip to isolate and pressure them below her grip.
“Kiss my breasts. Kiss my neck.”
And I will kiss her while she grips me and squeezes. If she makes me gasp it makes her smile or giggle. I always say to her, “don’t use the vibrator. Let me use my mouth. Cum in my mouth.” But sometimes she is in the mood for machines. Sometimes both.
Sometimes while touching herself, she will stop with my balls, and roll onto her side facing away from me. That means she wants me licking her anus and perineum, and the back of her pussy while she stimulates her clit with the tiny vibrator. And I lick and suck and rake with my teeth all that special, soft, sensitive feminine flesh.
We don’t much play with celibacy, but several times I’ve been awakened to have my balls crushed, then spend 10 minutes lapping at her asshole and the back of her pussy, and after her orgasm she has just said, “Oh. So good. Good night.”
About 3 months ago, she wanted to paddle me on the accusation of masturbating. I was innocent, but that has nothing to do with it. She wanted to play her D role. The toys and paddles and cuffs are all in my bedside table. So when she got out of bed I already had some positioning in mind. As she was walking around the bed, I got on my knees facing the headboard. I put my hands on the headboard and lowered my head as I had fantasized about it.
She stood next to the bed and laid into me with a little flexible leather paddle. I started counting, because if I didn’t she would go on forever. 100 is a lot, but it’s finite. She was very excited by this, really enjoying it. She paused to kiss me, and while we were kissing she was stroking my dick. I was hard as iron. When we broke the kiss, I said, “while you do it, hold my dick or my balls.”
We were both sweating, even though the room wasn’t warm. Both from exertion and excitement, but very different kinds of excitement. For her, a small female, the feeling of power and the alien thrill of hurting another person. For me the sexual stimulation, and the mixing of endorphins in my brain from the two very different stimuli. But the difficulty of holding the position and the pain kept me from orgasm. I just teetered on the edge while she set fire to my ass.
Once or twice, after fifty, she paused and set down the paddle and ran her hand over my ass, feeling the flesh. She did this only with the right hand, because the left never lets go when she has a hold. “It’s not too bad. Just hot. You can take a lot more. You’re doing great. Next time 200.”
"200 is too much. That's too much."
"You can do it. You're strong. If it helps you do it, I can tie you down."
Then a couple bare hand spanks, as hard as she can. And reaching under me from behind to grip my balls with her right and my cock with her left. She pulls down and back very hard. “See? You can take more. It’s good for you.”
I was close to orgasm my the time she reached 100 strokes. I was sweating and panting and struggling to hold my position. I dropped my hands to the mattress, so I am being milked on all fours. The head of my dick is just an inch or two above the mattress. She pulled up close and kept stroking my dick. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”
“Now, now.”
She put her foot up on the bed so I shot my cum all over it. Very watery from all the foreplay. She landed the first big spurt right at the base of her toes, and much of it was watery enough to run between her toes.
She pushed the back of my head down to her soiled foot. “Lick that up.” I obeyed.
"Get down now" No other words, no explanation needed. I got on my knees next to the bed, and she stood over me feeding me her pussy. She was swollen and wet, and I barely got into my routine before she came.
Now, it’s become a regular thing, the Paddling Handjob. It was my fantasy, I structured it. She enjoyed it so now it's a standard practice.
If you doubt that, look at the outfits the women wear. Some of those PVC and latex and leather suits with all the belts and buckles must take 30 minutes to put on. Femdom Empire is a great example. The women look just fantastic, and they have a full menu of every male deviant desire, but that’s clearly not about the women’s desire. A real Fm relationship is more about amusing her and less about $5000 latex outfits and stocks and being suspended from the ceiling. At least it’s that way in my house.
In a real, human relationship with elements of an FLR. It’s more about Her. Our relationship clearly has Female Dominance elements, but they are almost exclusively sexual. She’s never bossy or rude to me around the house, and she wouldn’t know how to manage the money. But our sex always includes oral for her, and CBT for me. She gets a lot of massage, and foot massage. Sometimes when we are on the couch in front of the TV, she will more or less demand a foot massage. Sometimes when I’m kneading her foot, she will then raise it to my mouth for kissing the arch and taking the toes into my mouth. That is her choice more frequently lately. if no one is around, a foot rub with toe sucking is certainly going to be requested.
I think hurting my balls is emotionally important to her. She certainly gets nothing physical from it. But I think she feels more confident in our relationship when she has a hold on me. Better than a hug. Done more frequently than a hug.
Over time, I have sexualized that highly specific pain, so she can make me hard very quickly that way. If she is feeling sexy, I will get it all day long, without warning. She might come in my office and say, “I’m going to neighborhood WalMart. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Ok.” But when she comes over to kiss me good bye, she will linger, kiss me again and unzip my pants and reach in and give me 5 minutes of hard squeezing. Often with the gentle accusation that I may be masturbating against our rules.
Gripping and pulling, “if you touch yourself when I’m gone, I will know.”
“Ow Ow Ow Ow…. I won’t. I won’t break the rule.”
“If you touch yourself it’s 100 with the paddle. Maybe you should be paddled tonight.”
If she masturbates, she will wake me up and tell me to lie next to her. She on her back, me on my side on her right. She will manipulate a small vibrator with her left. She will take a moment to force my balls to the end of the scrotum, then grip to isolate and pressure them below her grip.
“Kiss my breasts. Kiss my neck.”
And I will kiss her while she grips me and squeezes. If she makes me gasp it makes her smile or giggle. I always say to her, “don’t use the vibrator. Let me use my mouth. Cum in my mouth.” But sometimes she is in the mood for machines. Sometimes both.
Sometimes while touching herself, she will stop with my balls, and roll onto her side facing away from me. That means she wants me licking her anus and perineum, and the back of her pussy while she stimulates her clit with the tiny vibrator. And I lick and suck and rake with my teeth all that special, soft, sensitive feminine flesh.
We don’t much play with celibacy, but several times I’ve been awakened to have my balls crushed, then spend 10 minutes lapping at her asshole and the back of her pussy, and after her orgasm she has just said, “Oh. So good. Good night.”
About 3 months ago, she wanted to paddle me on the accusation of masturbating. I was innocent, but that has nothing to do with it. She wanted to play her D role. The toys and paddles and cuffs are all in my bedside table. So when she got out of bed I already had some positioning in mind. As she was walking around the bed, I got on my knees facing the headboard. I put my hands on the headboard and lowered my head as I had fantasized about it.
She stood next to the bed and laid into me with a little flexible leather paddle. I started counting, because if I didn’t she would go on forever. 100 is a lot, but it’s finite. She was very excited by this, really enjoying it. She paused to kiss me, and while we were kissing she was stroking my dick. I was hard as iron. When we broke the kiss, I said, “while you do it, hold my dick or my balls.”
We were both sweating, even though the room wasn’t warm. Both from exertion and excitement, but very different kinds of excitement. For her, a small female, the feeling of power and the alien thrill of hurting another person. For me the sexual stimulation, and the mixing of endorphins in my brain from the two very different stimuli. But the difficulty of holding the position and the pain kept me from orgasm. I just teetered on the edge while she set fire to my ass.
Once or twice, after fifty, she paused and set down the paddle and ran her hand over my ass, feeling the flesh. She did this only with the right hand, because the left never lets go when she has a hold. “It’s not too bad. Just hot. You can take a lot more. You’re doing great. Next time 200.”
"200 is too much. That's too much."
"You can do it. You're strong. If it helps you do it, I can tie you down."
Then a couple bare hand spanks, as hard as she can. And reaching under me from behind to grip my balls with her right and my cock with her left. She pulls down and back very hard. “See? You can take more. It’s good for you.”
I was close to orgasm my the time she reached 100 strokes. I was sweating and panting and struggling to hold my position. I dropped my hands to the mattress, so I am being milked on all fours. The head of my dick is just an inch or two above the mattress. She pulled up close and kept stroking my dick. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”
“Now, now.”
She put her foot up on the bed so I shot my cum all over it. Very watery from all the foreplay. She landed the first big spurt right at the base of her toes, and much of it was watery enough to run between her toes.
She pushed the back of my head down to her soiled foot. “Lick that up.” I obeyed.
"Get down now" No other words, no explanation needed. I got on my knees next to the bed, and she stood over me feeding me her pussy. She was swollen and wet, and I barely got into my routine before she came.
Now, it’s become a regular thing, the Paddling Handjob. It was my fantasy, I structured it. She enjoyed it so now it's a standard practice.
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