Fe’s Domain

In the heart of the city, where the pulse of the night was a siren song to the kink-hearted, there stood an apartment that was a sanctuary for the surrendering of souls. This was the domain of Fe, a curvy chocolate-skinned BBW whose presence commanded attention and whose dominance was as natural as breathing. Her skin glowed like polished obsidian, and her eyes sparkled with the promise of both pleasure and pain.

Fe reclined on her plush velvet chaise, the dim lighting casting shadows that danced across her voluptuous form. She was a goddess in her temple, and tonight, she had a new acolyte to initiate into the pleasures of her altar.

The New Devotee

He was a young man, eager and earnest, with a hunger in his eyes that spoke of his need to submit. Fe had watched him from afar, seen the way he trembled with anticipation whenever she drew near. Tonight, she would see just how devoted he truly was.

“Come to me,” Fe purred, her voice a melody that beckoned him closer.

He approached, his gaze lowered in respect. “Mistress Fe,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You’ve yearned to serve me, haven’t you?” Fe asked, her fingers tracing a path along the contours of her ample thighs.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his breath hitching as he watched her touch herself.

“Then prove it. Worship me, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll allow you to pleasure me further.”

The Preparation

Fe rose, her movements a graceful choreography that held him spellbound. She wore a sheer robe that clung to her curves, hinting at the treasures that lay beneath. With deliberate slowness, she let the robe slip from her shoulders, revealing a glamorous, royal blue gown beneath. The strapless dress hugged her body, with a corset-style lace-up back that enhanced her hourglass figure. As she turned, the gown’s high slit exposed her lower body, adding a bold sensuality to the elegant ensemble.

The submissive’s eyes widened, drinking in the sight of her. Fe’s laughter was a gentle taunt. “You may look, but you mustn’t touch. Not yet.”

She instructed him to lie down on the floor, his head positioned at the foot of her chaise. The submissive complied, his body quivering with anticipation.

The Facesitting Encounter

Fe straddled his face, her thighs enveloping his head in a cocoon of soft, warm skin. She was a queen upon her throne, and he was her loyal subject, ready to serve.

“Breathe me in,” she commanded, her voice laced with playfulness. “Let my scent consume you.”

He inhaled deeply, the intoxicating aroma of her arousal filling his senses. His hands found her thighs, gripping them as if they were his lifeline.

Fe began to rock gently, her moans mingling with his sighs of contentment. She delighted in his eagerness, in the way his tongue darted out to taste her.

“Good boy,” she cooed, increasing the pressure of her weight upon him. “Now worship me with everything you have.”

The Intensity

As the session continued, Fe’s playful demeanor gave way to a more commanding presence. She used her weight to dominate him, pressing down with deliberate force, her laughter now a distant memory.

The submissive felt the intensity of her dominance, the way she controlled his every breath. He was at her mercy, completely overwhelmed by the power of her body.

Fe reveled in the sensation of control, her own pleasure mounting as she felt him surrender beneath her. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his face even closer against her.

“You belong to me,” she declared, her voice resonating with authority. “Your breath, your tongue, your very existence is for my pleasure.”

The Climax

Fe’s movements became more frenzied, her climax building within her like a storm about to break.

With a final, powerful surge, she cried out, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. The submissive lay still, his face flushed and his lips glistening, a testament to his devotion.

Fe slowly lifted herself from his face, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked down at him, her eyes softening with a mixture of satisfaction and affection.

The Aftermath

“You’ve done well,” she said, offering him a playful smile. “But our night is far from over.”

The submissive gazed up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and a touch of awe. He had passed her test, proven his devotion, and in doing so, had earned the right to continue serving her.

Fe extended her hand, helping him to his feet. “Now, let’s see what other delights we can explore together.”

As the night unfolded, Fe’s playful dominance and her submissive’s eager surrender would create a symphony of power and submission, a dance as old as time itself. And in the sanctuary of Fe’s domain, they would both find the ecstasy they craved.