I love being humiliated pt 3
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I haven’t slipped up in my porn consumption so there’s no way Hannah had seen my viewing habits. I only use private browsers and never leave anything open. I never downloaded anything either. I would die inside if she saw that I loved cuckold porn. I don’t think she would actually respect me or even want to do that. She was the love of my life. So why did she just call me a cuck? I don’t actually want to be a cuck.
I have way too much pride to be made a cuck. But I couldn’t deny that I was rock hard in my cage straining and wanting to be set free. There must of been tons of precum. Hannah (mistress) just called me a cuck and referred to my cock as a clitty. What else was she going to do or say? Had she been researching humiliation techniques for me? Where was this coming from?
“Awwwwww. Look who’s all riled up,“ she cooed to me. I had goosebumps and the hair of my arms were standing on end. I craved more pleasure. This name calling was awakening something deeper inside me. But at the same time, I was far too insecure to share my cuckold desires. Hell, I can’t stand humiliation in real life like anyone else. So why here and now?
Mistress leads me to the bedroom. “Strip you cock loving slut!” I did. I didn’t even care what she was saying. I was more turned on than ever. “Get on the bed.” I threw myself eagerly onto the bed. “Actually. Fuck that. On your knees.” Mistress’ wish is my command. But I know Hannah does this to amuse me. Sometimes I feel bad because I know deep down she’d rather be the one being humiliated.
Hannah came more often when I dominated her. It felt slightly weird for me since I had way too many submissive voices in my head. But I loved to satisfy her. She loved to be spanked. She also loved it when I would force my fingers down her throat. But to really get her off, she loved to be name called and choked the most. She would do whatever I say for the rest of the day when I made her cum. When she had to dominate me, it was more work for her satisfaction and so we had a bit of a quid pro quo.
Sometimes I get selfish. Hannah has confronted me in the past about her needs. But I get lost when I get horny and my desire to be humiliated trumps logic. Hannah knows this, so a lot of time I have to put out the day before I get humiliated. But lately, it hasn’t been required as she’s been getting off on risqué actions instead.
I’m privy to this but at the same time I couldn’t care less when I’m on my knees right now. I just want to know what’s next. It has been a week since my last allowed orgasm that happened in that restaurant bathroom. I was fucking struggling and wanted more of that satisfaction. Plus mistress knows to milk me on occasion for prostate health. Her hands were fumbling around her neck. I knew.
She was taking off my chastity key necklace! Finally. I anticipated the sweet release. I felt her cup my balls and insert the key. “Are you really ready sissy?” “Yes mistress.” I was breathing heavier now. That key was everything. It was now unlocking my cage. I felt a drop in my balls and knew I was free. I went to touch myself but I was met with a huge smack on my back. “Fuck no bitch!”
I assumed I could touch myself falsely. “Now for your punishment. You didn’t really think you would just get satisfaction, did you cuck?” Hannah caresses my ass. She then reached over to the sex drawer filled with all of the toys and lube. Then from behind, I was handed a blindfold. “Put this on.” I did and didn’t know what was next. Next thing I know, I felt her softly touching my ass with a micro paddle. I knew I was going to be hurting.
I couldn’t see and this added to the aura during this sex session. My balls were still heavy and my cock was at a half chub. Then I felt it. I screamed louder than expected. I likely even startled her. “Fuck. That hurt! Chill out a bit, please.” Hannah had smacked my balls really hard from behind me and there was a pulsing and aching feeling of both a good and bad variety. “Aw, I’m sorry cucky. I’ll be more gentle. Sorry.” She didn’t really mean it. I was here for it. Her cruelty.
My cock started to grow fully erect. “Oh, look at that. I knew you were exaggerating!” It was an interesting feeling have a full hard on in the bedroom as it was quite cold and so it felt a bit unnatural in the temperature sense. However, a week had gone by and the feeling of being erect without being restrained to my chaste state was a relief. But I didn’t know if I was going to get it or not. Relief. “Mistress, please touch me. Please?” I couldn’t help but beg in this moment.
“Hmmmmm. Do you deserve pain or pleasure though sissy boy?” “Pleasure, mistress.” “Okay,” mistress said before pausing. Thwack! A stinging sensation on my inner thigh had caused me to lurch forward. It was expected overall yet unexpected in location. It created a tizzy in my brain as I could no longer gauge where the pain was coming from immediately after contact. Being blindfolded had added a whole layer to the current power dynamic. This is what I had asked for though. It was what rekindled a formerly sparsely visited bedroom.
Not long before I was in Hannah’s hands a week ago, on my knees, ready to submit wholly, I had only been on the receiving end of the painful pleasure for only about a month. It was a runaway train of pleasure and trust built between her and I. It was a saving grace as well too as we had been dating for almost two years now. But after about three months in, we didn’t really have sex more than once a week. Twice depending on her mood. So this shift in pattern was welcome but nevertheless demanding.
Back in the beginning when we went on our first couple of dates, Hannah and I had so much energy for sex. It was the struggle between finding time for sleep because the dates would last so long and the sex would go multiple rounds. I remember regularly being groggy at work. And I remember how often I was working out to keep up with the cardio demand. Between the time I could have spent eating instead of fucking, I did have a partial six pack for added core strength. It was necessary because my lust for Hannah was insatiable. And I wanted to be the one to impress her with my moves in the bedroom.
Hannah wasn’t my first girlfriend, but my mindset was that aside from the fantastic sex, she was a really well rounded person. She had real longterm potential. She had a good job that paid well. It was regular that we would go dutch on dinner bills. Of course there were the endearing sugar mama jokes to follow. The truth was though that I was secure in my mentality as I frankly didn’t care how much someone makes. I was just happy to be employed.
Aside from being well off, Hannah came from a nice family as well. She had gone to nice private schools and while she eventually became a high end consulting assistant, she was really more privy to the liberal arts. She was a theatre kid at heart. She never cared for her demanding job all that much between her boss and the hours. But she said it was all worth it in the end as the money could be saved for our wedding day and our first mortgage. Her financial savviness was something I appreciated the most about her. I did feel bad though that I felt she wasn’t following her true passion on an artistic level.
Hannah had a myriad of other passions related to the arts, and early on in the dating process, she had a real knack and wantingness for getting into photography. She loves to be out in nature. Many of our early relationship dates consisted of going to the local arboretum to take photos of the local birds and fauna. She had also taken a few editing classes afterwards to make the photos look pristine.
Hannah had also been into magazine editing as well. It wasn’t uncommon for her to have some subscriptions of Vogue and Home Decor out on the coffee table for guests to peruse. She had even been involved in nude photography in the past at some local art studios downtown. This surprised me when she first shared this with me as I couldn’t see her posing nude.
Rest assured, it turns out she was the one taking some photos with her friend’s camera. She said she had a true love for photography and she wanted to reverse the script on nude photography. She had been part of a troupe of women photographers who make up a larger conglomerate of feminist writers. She had gotten her own camera to refine her skills to add the portfolio they had. They primarily shot nude photos of men instead of women as is the norm in many of these spaces.
I asked her to show me some of her work. She initially refused as she didn’t want to expose that side of her. “It’s okay. I promise I won’t judge.” I had to ease her mind and thusly she responded in kind by letting me flip through some prints she had made up. They were, to my surprise, incredibly well done. The angles. The lighting. These men were like paintings. I was a little jealous. I must admit. They looked good.
Many of the men were nude yet not entirely revealing. Some were wearing small articles of clothing just big enough to conceal their package and part of the buttocks. It was art. And from what I could tell, many of the men in the photos were presenting both feminine and masculine traits. Some men looked domineering while others looked as though they were presenting themselves for other men. Much of it read as queer photography to me. This only endeared me to Hannah even more. One thing lead to another.
The conversation turned from photography and media to my opening up to Hannah about my bisexuality. Even though I had never slept with a man before, I still knew these inclinations existed. I had jokingly kissed a few friends before but usually only as a two man effort to secure them a heteronormative date. But unlike conversations I’ve had in the past with girlfriends, this conversation with Hannah was different.
“I kinda always knew this about you,” Hannah stated. “Don’t worry, I don’t think you would run off from me because of that though.” She had read my mind verbatim. I had been rejected in the past for my sexuality as those girlfriends had been wanting more traditionally masculine men. However, with Hannah herself being bisexual and having actually dated other women, her mind was far more open. It only made me more secure in having been dating her and as far as I was concerned, one of my biggest insecurities became one of my greatest strengths.
After having shared that intimate side of me with Hannah, we had exchanged thoughts about monogamous relationship desires while also being open to the idea of sharing our bedroom. I didn’t want to press these ideas immediately as I didn’t want to project feelings of tiredness in our sexual compatibility this early on in the relationship. We had only been dating for about three months at this point. But secretly, I wanted the opportunity to reveal my feminine and submissive tendencies with her. And eventually, whilst enamored by her body in a fugue state during sex, I did. I needed it.
I love being humiliated pt 4
As we were in the middle of getting hot and heavy, my desire to be dominated flooded my thoughts. I wanted to ignore them partially because I didn’t want to disrupt the normal ebb and flow of our love making. Hannah didn’t normally get on top of me because I’m not especially partial to it myself. It looks hot, but never really felt all that good for me. It was kind of difficult to stay hard on the bottom position. I read in a sex blog that it’s because it’s hard to retain natural blood flood while lying down. I don’t remember why but we decided to try it again.
We were persistent because we wanted to find a position that was enjoyable in a different manner from the usual doggy style and missionary positions we were more accustomed to. Hannah had pushed off me as we were trying a hybrid from behind position so that I could rest my knees more and be more comfortable. As she pushed me back, I couldn’t help but feel this was going to be another thwarted attempt. As I was laying there in a nervous anticipation, she instead climbed on top but had not immediately pushed me inside her. I didn’t know she was going to instead tease me.
It was a welcome surprise. What I thought was going to be assumed as her reattempt at redeeming the cowgirl position for us was instead her slightly stroking my cock as I lay there awaiting. She had dabbled a bit of cold lube and was warming it up with a couple of firm and long strokes. It felt so good to be off my knees and on my back. It allowed my attention to become more self-centered.
While sex with Hannah had already been amazing to this point, I had worked up the courage to implement more purposeful thought and action into our lives. I had been more deliberate outside of the bedroom providing reassurance. I had been making journal entries as to how I contributed each week for my five love languages towards Hannah. I wanted the relationship to be strong and healthy over the long run.
I didn’t want to come off as rude however by making adjustments in the bedroom so as to not offend her. But as a way of earning my bedroom time with her from my diligence in my boyfriend duties, I decided to finally help guide her along a bit. Hannah knew what she was doing by all standards in sex as she had been in several long term relationships before. But I wanted to make a new and more personal connection.
As she was stroking my cock with heavy bedroom eyes, I asked her if she could lightly tease my balls more. “Can you lightly graze them for me. And maybe cup them periodically to raise the sensation?” “Oh, yeah. Of course. Is this okay?” She had taken her other hand to replace her primary to hold my stiff cock in place. And with the other hand, she had restricted herself to ever so slightly grazing my balls without being too firm. “Yes, just like that please.”
She slowly adjoined her fingers in a pinching motion in an in-and-out fashion without providing too much contact. It was just enough to honestly feel the slight wrinkles and peach fuzz that I had. As she moved out, I felt the outside of each ball move slightly outward to reach for her touch. On the subsequent inward motion, I felt the still unwarned lube fight the internal temperature inside me. I felt a drop in my stomach a bit as a reaction. I couldn’t help my slightly arch my back as I was aching for her sensual touch.
She progressively got faster with her motions while applying various amounts of pressure to draw pleasure from. I couldn’t help but feel my cock begin to swell and contract more stiffly than before. “Wow! You’re really hard,” she said as she chuckled in a puzzled yet appreciative manner. She kept going in circles tracing the curves of my balls. Then, she injected a fervor in me as she got a cusp of them while drawing them closer to my body and culminated in a tender squeeze. I was feeling the ecstasy.
She resumed stroking while I was still thankful for having spoken up a bit. I decided to add one more sensual suggestion as I decided it couldn’t hurt. Hannah seems well adjusted in the moment and was happy to please me. “Can you take just your thumb, or pointer, doesn’t matter, and gently press both here and through here,” I said as I guided her fingers to the frenulum and slightly through the tip of my urethra.
I was nearing closer to climaxing and I caught a glimpse of Hannah smiling giddily. She seemed to be positively reacting to pleasuring me as she firmly yet gently massaged the tip of my cock. I don’t think she was off-put by my instructions! Rather, she excitedly finished me off. The amount I came showed her the truth.
I didn’t tell Hannah to block my cum with her hands to prevent the mess that would ensue after such a purposeful time in the bedroom. Instead, I watched while drawing inward as the initial line of cum forcefully pushed itself through my cock and out into the air. I was astonished as I saw it shoot farther in the air than I could remember in the recent past. It came splashing back down onto my stomach just above my cock! But I wasn’t done.
The first long rope of cum only paved the wave in dilating and priming the next shot to come. My first initial push landing closer to myself because it had convulsed towards me as I feel apart. It was also because my cock is curved slightly upward. Subsequently, the initial loads inertia had caused it to drop down in a rebounding fashion towards Hannah.
As my cock reaimed itself, I was too over stimulated to care how I was about to cum. I felt my lats contract towards each other creating a tight pinch. I had cocked my head backwards toward the head board. I was so jolted by the first cum shot. It had felt like uncorking a highly pressurized champagne bottle. But the there was only a small amount of cum that came out about six inches. My cock had pinched itself off during the contraction to limit itself to tell my body to make way.
I knew I had been aching. My balls must have been filled with a moderate but heavy amount of cum from four days without sex with Hannah. I feel my balls shift rapidly. I moved my head backwards toward down to see Hannah stopped in motion from the first cum shot. She didn’t know how much more was left.
Hannah didn’t know to block the cum, nor could she as she sat back on my knees to watch in astonishment. Meanwhile, my urethra had dilated by a wide margin. My ass clenched tighter than ever. My body was sweating. I was pulled upward from the lying down position because of how uncomfortable the tension pulled me. I could feel the semen flying up my cock. Hannah looked eagerly at me.
Next thing I knew, a bright white streak filled the air. The cum had shot out violently. The streak was incredibly wide and thick. I was pushing with all muscles clenched to enjoy it in the moment it was traveling towards Hannah’s large tits. She trying to recoil to no avail. The cum flew onto her sternum fiercely causing a splatter. Huge drops of cum splattered outwardly between her tits, dousing the insides of them creamy white.
From the upward angle, a huge glob of splattered cum flew upwards to Hannah’s lower lip. It was astonishing in its thickness. I continued to recoil and thrust outwardly until I was fully drained. Then I went limp. My whole body tingled, and for a brief moment, I wanted no contact. It was pure bliss.
Aftercare consisted of Hannah stroking my chest hairs after I had given her another orgasm with my tongue. We were in love. Silence filled the room in a good way. No words needed to describe how much we were grateful for each other. Hannah finally broke up the silence. “Would you say you’re more dominant or submissive.” “Definitely submissive.” “Really? That’s interesting. I always felt like you liked domination more. It’s good to know that. I’ll try to be better for you in the future.”
I was incredibly lucky to have found Hannah. Here it was, a very hot girl with the emotional maturity to match. I felt very safe with her. It was obvious I wanted to tell her more. I just needed to space it out though I thought as I didn’t want to be too much too fast.
I soon realized that I don’t think Hannah would mind if I told her more. There was so much inspiration I had from femdom porn online. The real question was how to divulge this desires indiscriminately and with class. In due time, I certainly would.
I love being humiliated pt 5
Pt 5
As my relationship with Hannah progressed, I slowly would reveal little bits about myself and share more intimate stories about my past with her. I still had lingering soreness from when my ex had called me out for not being man enough for her on top of other issues. It was enough for her to break up with me, and I hadn’t had much chance to talk about it with Hannah. I don’t really like talking about my past.
It was nice to be able to share with Hannah my hesitation with being more vocal in the bedroom about my needs because of this. I also wanted to center her pleasure as well on top of everything else. I didn’t want to come off as selfish, and I didn’t want to lose Hannah’s confidence in me as a potential future husband.
I despised being looked down upon. I think this had manifested in my submissive tendencies when it comes to the bedroom however. In a way, I had sexualized my pain as an effort to masquerade the ineptitude I felt in my past relationship. To get over it, I actually found myself pleasuring myself on the idea that I was the weaker man.
One day about a year and 8 or so months into the relationship, the frequency of intimacy had settled from the first three months. We still regularly did the deed at least once or twice a week. I was beginning to get more antsy and on occasion, I would revert back to casually scrolling through femdom porn and pictures to bridge the gaps in sex. I always made sure to not let it get out of hand though because I always wanted to remain ready for Hannah if she would have me.
The urges to reveal the femdom dynamic grew as I wanted to spice up the bedroom and Hannah had given me until this point every reason to trust here. As we were lying together on our phones together in bed, Hannah turned towards me. She had put her phone down on the nightstand and ran her hand up my shirt. We cuddled together for a couple minutes as I also turned my attention towards her.
We let our fingers interlock and also come undone so as to free them for gentle touches and caresses. We pushed back each other’s hair and began to make out. Our tongues collided and pressed on each other. There was so much passion. I could smell the incoming sex in the foreplay. It was insidiously intoxicating. Then Hannah broke apart from me. “What do you want?”
I had finally worked up the courage to explain exactly what I wanted. I grabbed my phone and asked her if she minded me showing her some stuff. “Sure, why not. I want to know what kinds of things you’re into.” That was all the reassurance I needed. I opened up my favorite subreddits and began perusing.
I showed her everything. Well, almost everything. I didn’t want to reveal that side of me. Only I could know about the cuckold porn and captioned pictures. But I did explain that I wanted my balls slapped, I wanted to be restrained, blindfolded, and name called. I even went so far as to show her my sissy pages and also the pegging ones too. I also had a thing for a woman spitting on me.
To my delight, she agreed and said she would do what she could to help me. “It’s not in my nature to be dominant, but if it’s that something you want, I can do that for you.” “Also, one other thing to show you.” I opened up to a chastity page. I explained to Hannah what orgasm denial was and how good edging felt from the male perspective. She looked at me kind of different. “How does a cage like that even work. Like how does it fit?” “I’ll show you if I buy one. Also, the key to chastity is being teased and denied no matter how much I complain.” “Yeah, I think I can do that for you,” Hannah said with a hint of concern.
A couple of weeks went by and we began to incorporate some of the softer core dynamics like light name calling and physical punishments. I could tell though Hannah didn’t want to hurt me. Or call me names really. But she did it just for me. I also made sure to get her off beforehand so as to let the focus switch over to me when it was my turn to be dominated. But I could tell it was a bit of a mental block for her.
One day while Hannah was away for a weekend with friends, I decided to buy some toys and such online to surprise her when she got back. I got some basic stuff that came in a beginners kit to include some bondage gear, blindfold, tape, paddles, and some gags. I also got a butt plug with a sparkly pink heart for myself and also some extra anal lube. And just before I was done loading up the cart, I decided to up the ante.
I added on a last second whim a red and black lace garter set for both Hannah and I. But I was missing one thing. I also included a small, pink chastity cage with three adjustable ring sizes. I didn’t exactly know how one fit myself. Anyways, I bought all of it. I waited for the shipment to get here, and had hoped it arrived before Hannah returned.
Two days go by and I’m greeting Hannah at the door. She reminisces on her good time with her friends Riley, Eliza, and Mia. They had went on a women’s writer retreat among other types of artists. I was so happy to see her. I had to contain my excitement but alas, I couldn’t help but show her what I had bought.
I showed her the beginners BDSM kit, garters for distinct sissifying, and the chastity cage. “You should try it on.” I decided to try on the smallest ring first as I wanted a tight feel but I was actually shocked that my balls had no way of squeezing through. I jumped to the third and largest size and with some manipulation I finally had the ring around my balls and over the base of my cock.
Then Hannah decided to do the rest. “Here, let me,” she said as she grabbed the cock concealing part of the cage. It was much harder to get on since I have to be completely flaccid to get in to a lockable position. Finally, she was able to turn the key. Presumptuously, she had already known to place the key on the necklace that it came with. “I’m going to deny you so hard,” she said mockingly but in an endearing way simultaneously.
I underestimated the power of the key. Maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to be chaste when I was already fighting for more bedroom time as is. I didn’t real feel the pressure until about day 3. Days 4 and 5 go by, and I decide to not so subtly hint at some release for sex. I thought I could swindle Hannah if I put out. I was so wrong.
“I thought you wanted this.” “I do baby, but please don’t actually leave me like this.” “Okay.” She willingly took off my cage. But then she started tracing her finger through my tip and along my veins. I was on the bed readily anticipating being able to cum buckets for Hannah. But then something funny happened. She stopped. “No! Please!”
Hannah decided in one fell swoop to smack my cock from the side. Pain travelled up to my stomach and into my chest. “Get back in. Now!” “I can’t. I’m hard.” Well I was. How was I supposed to get flaccid right now? Here she was being mean to me and I can’t resist that. Hannah smiled at me. Then she began squeezing one of my balls very hard to the point it wasn’t sexual. It was business.
I had trained her well. Too well. The pain crippled me and within 30 seconds, I was flaccid enough to be put back in my chaste spot. She locked me back up. But the second she let go, the blood rushed right back in. I was already feeling the pain of my first strain but certainly not my last as was to come to fruition. And I began to leak. A lot. Hannah wasn’t quite done. She then turned around and pulled her pants down.
I had a straight on view of Hannah’s PAWG like ass with the love handles to match. She knew I would die inside. She slowly sat down on my cage and began to slowly bounce on it. I was a mess. There was so much precum that Hannah’s ass soon became sticky as well. She had eventually turned around while I thought I was over this denial. She then drew up the sticky mess from the front of my cage with her forefinger. “What’s this? Huh?” I knew it was rhetorical. “You know what’s next, don’t you?”