When I turned 21, I experienced the urge to indulge in as many fantasies as I could. Then I found a BDSM website, which opened the gateway to my hidden desires, allowing me to experience them without fear or ridicule. Everything up until that point had been strictly vanilla, except for a few minajatwas in Thailand and the Philippines. Nothing quite says hedonist like being sandwiched between two Asian women for a night… or two.

But when I discovered this BDSM website, I realised that I had barely scratched the surface of hedonism and debauchery. People were doing things I never dreamed. That is, until I met Emily. She was almost twice my age, but incredibly gorgeous. Interestingly, she was a femdom in every sense of the word. For several weeks we messaged each other, and with her being so experienced, she was able to pick up on the slightest hint of submissiveness, which she quickly took benefit of.

She could defeat me mentally and psychologically, which I must admit, was a real turn-on! But she also wanted to defeat me physically, and it wasn’t long until we met for a coffee. She was even more gorgeous in person; her confidence was overpowering, and when she invited me back to her place, she made it very clear that once I stepped through the front door, my decision-making rights would be gone, and she would be in charge.

Once inside her home, the first thing she told me to do was to wait in the lounge room. She was gonna get changed, but she also expected me to be naked by the time she got back. I can not recall ever taking my clothes off so fast; I was nude before her footsteps even faded away. Standing there alone, I began to feel self-conscious. My body was quite average, and I was hoping that Emily wasn’t nearly as gorgeous under those clothes of hers, but when she returned I was in for a shock.

She was wearing a black bra and panties, and high-heeled boots, which went all the way up to her knees. Her body was to die for, and I quickly became aroused. I placed my hands over my crotch as she slowly walked towards me with a black riding crop in her hands. She looked down at my crotch and told me to let her see. My cock was rock hard, but barely three and a half inches.

Emily wasn’t impressed. Her expression was one of disappointment. Unexpectedly, she grabbed a hold of my balls and squeezed them so tight I wondered they were gonna implode! I cried in agony until she finally let go, and said, “That small thing better be flat by the time I get back.”

She left the room for a second time as I struggled to make sense of what was happening. I suddenly felt inferior, even worthless, as I tried to make my erection go away. Once it was gone, I looked forward to her return, but when she returned with a chastity device, I knew I wasn’t gonna be getting much pleasure from her.

As she took my penis and applied the device, I did my best to remain composed, worried that my cock would stiffen again. However, the steel of the chastity device was cold, which seemed to help. Then she demanded that I get on my knees, which I quickly did. The cage around my cock was a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of confinement, combined with arousal, was filling me with a new desire; it made me want to please her, it made me want to impress her with my eagerness to obey.

“Lick my boots, slave!” she said.

I did as I was ordered, and the smell of fresh leather was strong as I licked her black boots as much as I could. A moment later, she told me to lick higher, which, of course, I did. Every twenty seconds or so, she would tell me to lick higher. I was now licking her exposed legs, and when her black panties came in to view, I wondered my swelling cock was gonna burst from its cage. “Higher!” she said, with a slight shiver in her voice. My face was now directly in front of her panties, which were almost see-through, and I could just make out her shaved pussy!

I was so ecstatic that I couldn’t help myself. I buried my face into her panty-covered pussy, breathing in its incredible aroma through my nose as I began to lick profusely! I felt so privileged, and couldn’t help but kiss the area as well. For a moment, I wondered Emily would snap at me for kissing when I was supposed to be licking, but she didn’t. In that moment she had defeated me. I was worshiping her pussy, the embodiment of her dominant femininity.

Her arousal became clear as her breathing increased, and it wasn’t long before she was holding my face against her wet panties while slightly thrusting her pelvis in a rocking motion. I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm, but unexpectedly she told me to stop. With much disappointment, I leaned back and kneeled before her, looking up into her gorgeous blue eyes. I was breathing heavily, struggling to catch my breath when she said, “Are you ready to make me cum?”

I could have cried out with joy, but with my body trembling I simply nodded my head. Unexpectedly, she struck me on the shoulder blade with her riding crop, and said, “Follow me, slave!”

I quickly got up and followed her into the bedroom. The room was painted black and filled with various sexual devices. I wasn’t sure what she was gonna lead me to first, but surprisingly, she led me straight towards the bed. She told me to lie on my back in the middle of the bed, which I did. I glanced to my left and saw that Emily was removing some long leather straps from the bedside table. “Don’t move!” she barked, causing me to flinch.

I watched as Emily slowly and provocatively climbed onto the bed. She then spread her legs and sat on top of my chest. I gazed up at her wonderful body, wishing that her breasts were exposed as she proceeded to tie my wrists to the bed-posts. She then turned her body around and was now sitting on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position, as she spread my legs and tied them to the other bed-posts. The feel of her arse pressed against my cage-covered cock was so arousing that I wondered I was gonna cum. I desperately wanted to cum, but I didn’t feel worthy of such an honour.

Once I was tied down, Emily quietly got off the bed. I watched with pleasure as she slowly removed her bra and panties! I’d been waiting so long to see her naked, and when she turned and faced me, my entire body was trembling with excitement. Then, starting at the foot of the bed, Emily slowly climbed up and positioned herself between my legs. She stopped for a moment and looked down at my cock, which was straining to be set free.

A smile formed in the corners of her mouth as her eyes gleamed. I knew a wicked wondered had entered her mind, but what it was… I did not know. I continued to tremble as she climbed her way up my body, and before I knew it she was sitting on my chest with her exposed pussy just inches away from my face. Her bent knees had my arms pinned to the bed. I felt completely helpless as she stared down at me. I looked up at her amazing body; her rounded breasts were magnificent.

She then made her way closer until her pussy was less than an inch from my mouth–her scent was intoxicating. I wanted to raise my head a bit so I could taste her, but I knew she hadn’t given me permission yet. I was so aroused I could have sworn that a trickle of pre-cum leaked from my caged, throbbing cock. My eyes slowly went from her pussy, up to her gleaming breasts, then all the back up to her eyes. I stared into her eyes with awe. In that moment I wondered she was a goddess, and she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. She knew she had enslaved me and that whatever she asked me to do, I would do it; but even then I didn’t know how powerful her hold over me was.

“Open your mouth, slave,” she softly whispered. I didn’t hesitate to open my mouth wide as she slowly pursed her lips together. I remained still and watched as a large ball of spit began to ooze its way from between her lips. For a moment it seemed to be dangling by a thread before it fell from her lips into my mouth. For a second I wondered about swallowing it quickly, but instead I rolled it around on my tongue, savouring the taste of her saliva, and, when I finally swallowed, a big smile spread across her face.

Filled with bliss I smiled back at her, before she said, “Look at my pussy, slave. Isn’t it perfect?”

“Yes,” I shuddered, wishing I could taste its full glory.

“I bet you wish you could cum inside me, don’t you?” she asked.

“I wish that more than anything,” I sighed.

“Well, before we go any further, there’s something you need to accept,” said Emily.

My heart sank. I could tell by her words and tone of voice that I was never gonna be allowed to fuck her, so I reluctantly continued to listen. “My pussy is too perfect for that tiny dick of yours. We both know it could never give me the pleasure I deserve, only a real man can do that. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied.

“Slaves dicks should never be allowed to breed. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied again.

“Knowing that you will never get to fuck me, do you still wish to be my slave?”

I looked at her glorious body. I knew deep down that she was right, that I was from inferior stock, and that only a real man deserved to be inside of her. I felt completely inferior, but I also felt honoured to have her naked body sitting on top of me. More than ever I wanted to please her, to touch and taste her, even if it was from the limited position of a slave. So I looked into her eyes, and said, “I give myself to you, body and soul. I swear to be your loving and loyal slave until you no longer require me, and I promise to serve you in every way, to the best of my ability.”

“Then taste your reward,” she said, positioning her pussy over my mouth. “And if you do a good job… I might let you cum.”

She didn’t have to say another word! Just the wondered of being allowed to cum filled me with a sense of purpose. I raised my head and eagerly began to lick her gorgeous pussy. The scent of her was intoxicating, and she could sense my eagerness to please. Her natural juices began to flow as she became more and more aroused. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face deeper as she began to rock back and forth. Her pussy was starting to feel warmer on my tongue as her breathing increased, and it wasn’t long until she was moaning with pleasure. The sound of her moaning surged my enthusiasm. I concentrated on her clitoris, flicking and swirling my tongue around it. Her body began to shake all over! The muscles around her pelvis began to contract as she cried out with sheer pleasure! Her orgasmic juices tasted like heaven! I could hardly believe that I had brought this goddess to orgasm.

I felt a sense of fulfilment, but I didn’t want it to end! I licked and swallowed every bit of fluid that came out of her. For a moment she appeared to relax as I cleaned and worshiped her pussy with pride, kissing the crown jewel of her clitoris every now and then. I felt honoured to have her juices inside my belly, knowing that she would be part of me forever.

After a few minutes, Emily began to rub her breasts and squeeze her nipples as I continued to lick her pussy, hoping to bring her to another thundering orgasm. I don’t know why, perhaps it was because my tongue was aching from the effort, but Emily did not achieve another powerful orgasm. But she did seemed to enjoy some minor ones, as every so often her body would tremble, her muscles would contract, and I would be rewarded with more of her wonderful juices.

Finally, Emily removed herself from my face. I could hardly breathe as I struggled to catch my breath. I wondered for a moment I was gonna pass out, but thankfully I didn’t. Regaining some composure, I watched as Emily got off the bed and retrieved a couple of things from her bedside table. I couldn’t tell what they were at first, as they were only small. I continued to watch as she climbed back onto the bed, and positioned herself between my legs once again.

I laid my head back and stared at the dark ceiling above me as Emily proceeded to unlock my chastity device using a small key. Once my cock was free, I looked at her–the sight of her beautiful breasts caused my penis to quickly become erect. I looked into Emily’s eyes as she softly waved her hand across my crotch. Her fingers barely made contact with my bulging cockhead, but even that was almost enough to bring me to orgasm.

Emily stared at me with a big smile on her face. She had the same wicked gleam in her eyes as before. She then held up a small, plastic cylinder. It was completely see-through, like a tiny jar without a lid. “I’m going to give you a handjob now,” she said, much to my delight. “But I want to make something perfectly clear…”

“Wh-what?” I asked, with a stammer in my voice.

“You must understand that I can never allow your inferior seed to pollute my home, let alone my bed. Therefore, anything that comes out of your cock, you must swallow before leaving this room.”

“What?!” I gasped. “You want me to eat my own sperm?”

“You won’t have to eat anything… as long as you don’t cum,” she smiled, before taking hold of my rock hard dick.

She sat up on her knees and looked into my eyes as she placed the plastic container near the tip of my penis. She then softly began to stroke my small, but hard cock as she licked her lips with pleasure. Just the wondered of making me eat my own cum seemed to be arousing her. She continued to make eye contact, almost eager me to orgasm. Just the fact that her gorgeous hand was stroking my cock would be more than enough to make me cum, especially since my cock had been locked away, begging for release.

The pleasure she was giving me was indescribable, but I didn’t want to be forced to swallow my own cum, so I tried to think of anything that wasn’t sexual. My mind was fighting with body. I wanted so desperately to cum, but the consequences of an ejaculation seemed too extreme for me. “You know you want to cum, sweetie,” said Emily, teasingly. “And we both know you can’t resist forever,” she said, increasing her grip.

Deep down I knew Emily was right. She had me trapped. I was tied to her bed–there was no escape! She tightened her grip even more, and sped up her jerking, causing her gorgeous breasts to bounce up and down, which was more than enough to make me moan with pleasure. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t try to fight it–embrace it!”

Her words defeated me. I gave in to the pleasure, and as my body began to shake I could feel an orgasm coming. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a loud moan the first spurt of semen shot out of my penis. Emily was ready with the plastic jar. Like an expert, she coaxed each spurt of cum into the jar as I moaned with pleasure. Not a drop was spilt. Once it was over, I laid my head back as my heart continued to pound like a drum. Emily had defeated and enslaved me in every way efficient, and now she was about to put the icing on the cake… so to speak.

I continued to lie still as she climbed up towards me. Once again, she was sitting on my chest with her pussy close to my mouth. Her breasts were so gorgeous as she sat on top of me, looking down with the jar in her hand. “All that pleasure and hardly any cum,” she said, looking at my sperm. “It’s a good thing this won’t be used for breeding.”

Emily slowly brought the clear, plastic jar towards my face. Inside I was screaming! I never imagined that I would be in such a position. Then, holding the jar with one hand, she used her other hand to raise my head off the bed. I was now looking directly into the open jar, staring at my worthless seed, which was no more than three or four teaspoons full. “I want you to smell it first,” she said, holding the container close to my nose.

The smell of my sperm was not very pleasant. “It smells like bleach,” I struggled to say.

“Good,” she replied, “and now it’s time for you to taste it. I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking about swallowing it quickly, but you’re not going to do that. You’re going to taste and savour every drop. Now, open your mouth!”

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth wide. Emily was about to pour, but stopped and said: “You’re not allowed to swallow until I give you permission. Understand?”

“Yes,” I barely managed to utter. She then poured about two teaspoons of my own cum into my mouth. I immediately felt like gagging, but somehow I managed not to.

“Keep your mouth open and roll your tongue around,” said Emily, as she continued to pour the rest of my sperm into my mouth. The taste was very bitter, combined with saltiness. Quite frankly, it was horrible! I just wanted the experience to be over. After about a minute, Emily finally said, “Okay, you can swallow it now, but make sure you swallow every drop!”

I did as instructed, and once I knew that every drop of sperm was in my stomach, I opened my mouth for her to see. “Good boy,” she said.

My first experience with Emily had been filled with pleasure. But in less than two hours, she had broken and enslaved me. Not only that, but after having been forced to swallow my own cum, I was feeling quite emasculated. But whether I liked it or not, I was now Emily’s slave, her property, and I had no idea what else she had in store for me…

To be continued.