The Reversal of Power: Fe’s Submission
Fe, a successful businesswoman in her late 40s, was used to being in control. She ran her own company, commanded respect from everyone, and always got what she wanted. But in her personal life, Fe had a secret: she craved submission. The thrill of relinquishing power, of being dominated and used, was a fantasy she couldn’t shake.
That’s where Master came in. A tall, imposing figure, Master was a skilled dominant who had a reputation for pushing his subs to their limits. Fe had met him at a private BDSM club, and from the moment she saw him, she knew she wanted to be his.
Their dynamic was a reversal of Fe’s daily life. In the club, Master was in charge, and Fe was his willing submissive. He would push her boundaries, test her limits, and make her beg for mercy. And Fe would comply, eager to surrender to his will.
One evening, Master summoned Fe to his playroom. She arrived, dressed in a flowing black gown, her hair styled perfectly, and her makeup subtle yet alluring. Master greeted her with a firm kiss, his lips claiming hers as he pulled her into the room.
“Tonight, Fe, you will be mine,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You will do as I say, without question or hesitation. Do you understand?”
Fe nodded, her heart racing. She knew what was coming, and she couldn’t wait.
Master led her to a padded bench, where he instructed her to bend over. Fe complied, her ass presented to him, her cheeks parting to reveal the glistening folds of her pussy. Master trailed his fingers along her slit, teasing her entrance before delivering a sharp slap to her ass. The sting of pain morphed into pleasure, causing Fe to moan and push back against his hand.
“Greedy girl,” Master chastised, delivering another slap. “You’ll get what you need when I decide.”
Fe bit her lip, her body aching for release. Master unzipped his pants, freeing his hard dick. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his member teasing her wet opening. With one firm thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, causing Fe to cry out in ecstasy.
Master set a relentless pace, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. Fe’s moans echoed off the walls, her body trembling with the intensity of her impending orgasm. Master reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit, and with a few expert flicks, he sent her over the edge.
Fe’s orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching around Master’s dick as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Master continued to pound into her, drawing out her climax until he too reached his peak. With a final thrust, he exploded inside her, his hot cum filling her tight wet pussy.
Fe lay panting on the bench, her body sated but still under Master’s control. Master withdrew, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watched his cum begin to leak out of her.
“Stand up,” Master ordered, helping Fe to her feet. “You look even more beautiful with my seed dripping down your thighs.”
Fe blushed, the humiliation of her exposed state only adding to her submissive euphoria. Master dressed her in a short skirt and a thin blouse, ensuring that her state of arousal—and his ownership of her—would be evident to anyone who looked closely enough.
“You will do as I say, Fe,” Master instructed, handing her a list of errands. “And you will do them with my cum still inside you. Remember, you are mine, and every step you take is a reminder of your submission.”
Fe nodded, accepting the list. She felt a fresh surge of arousal at the thought of completing these mundane tasks while carrying the evidence of their coupling. It was a secret thrill, a delicious shame that only Master could bestow upon her.
As she went about her errands, Fe couldn’t help but feel the eyes of onlookers, their gazes unknowingly drawn to the subtle signs of her submission. The thought that someone might guess her secret only added to the exquisite torment, a sweet humiliation that kept her arousal simmering just below the surface.
By the time Fe returned to Master, she was flushed with the knowledge of what she had done, of how completely she had submitted to his will. Master greeted her with a knowing smile, his eyes gleaming with approval.
“You’ve pleased me greatly, Fe,” he said, pulling her into his embrace. “Your obedience is a beautiful thing to behold.”
Fe melted into him, her body alive with the afterglow of their shared experience. She was his, utterly and completely, bound to him by the invisible chains of their dynamic. And as Master led her back to the playroom, Fe knew that she would follow him anywhere, her submission his to command, her pleasure his to control.