Happy femdom stories – UnspeakableAxe

I started following Unspeakable Axe’s blog years ago. A submissive man from the country who had moved to New York City and who was going through the ups and downs of finding a dominant partner. It was fascinating in the way that these stories always are, and Axe’s writing is funny and compelling and each time something promising didn’t pan out, I was disappointed for him. Why was no-one fabulous grabbing him?!! Baffling.

Then things changed for him. And I nudged him for his story. So here it is, the happy-making.

Author: Axe

It was very early on in our relationship.

I wasn’t owned by her yet but we’d see one another several times per week. I would come over and clean for her, she’d ring the bell next to her bed and I’d make her come with my mouth and she’d either tease me or send me back to work.

I found out later that she had thought of having me over once a week to clean and nothing more but she eventually found reasons for me to come over more often. I knew she liked me but I didn’t have a clue how much nor did I have any expectations. I had been burned so many times in the past that I was jaded enough to just go along with whatever she wanted and not get my hopes up.

Then things became much more passionate. I remember when she first kissed me, how I felt an electricity run though me, how nervous I was and how relieved I was when she told me I was a good kisser. Things ramped up from there. She would kiss me and tease me so hard occasionally sending me home almost doubled-over with desire and ache.

She would randomly touch me just to make me hard, stroke me just enough to make me want it then stop. The teasing and denial turned into forcing me to orgasm either by making me jerk off for her while she took the occasional photos or by teasing me to tears only to make me come harder than I ever had.

I so badly wanted to be inside her and I thought I’d have my chance soon after my STD tests came back clean but she just amped up the teasing. She would grind her body on top of me for a while only to sit on my face. I wasn’t complaining of course but fuck did I want her so badly.

Eventually things were so intense that we could barley be in the same room with one another without some kind of sexual interaction.

One night her best friend from New Jersey was staying over because she had to get up early to work in Manhattan the next morning. Sade still wanted me to spend the night however and told me I’d be sleeping on the floor at the foot of her bed while she and her friend slept in her bed.

I remember laying on the hardwood floor, wanting to kiss her and taste her but not wanting to be needy. I had been too needy in the past and I didn’t want to make the same error. The lights were off and out of the corner of my eye I saw Sade’s foot appear just barely over the edge of the bed. I wanted to touch her so much but didn’t want to disturb her or her friend (who as it turns out was already fast asleep). The need to feel her skin won over and I gently placed my hand on her foot. It felt so good to touch her.

My hand lay there for only a few seconds before her foot pulled away and seconds later Sade quietly pounced on top of me at the foot of the bed, kissing me deeply and grinding on top of me occasionally putting her hand over my mouth to quiet the moans coming out of me.

Things were going so well, part of me was expecting it to end as all things had in the past. Maybe that was why I didn’t make the same mistakes I did before like being too eager. Or maybe there was something about her that calms me while exciting me at the same time.

A few days later we were standing out on her fire escape having a cigarette. I can’t remember what we were doing just before that. Maybe we were watching MST3K, maybe we were naked in her bed or maybe we had just come home from a kink event. I do remember she was looking at me with an expression of desire I had never seen before.

“I so fucking want to own your ass.”

I was speechless.

“You want me to own you don’t you?”

“Yes please”

She grabbed me and kissed me..hard.

“You want me to own that cock too?”

She grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

“Yes please”

Seconds later I had her collar on my neck.

Minute later we were back in her bed.

Months later we moved in together.

Many months later she said “yes” when I asked her to marry me.

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This post is part of a project to share happy, positive femdom relationship stories.  If you have a story and are willing to share it, please email it to me (ferns AT domme-chronicles DOT com).

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9 Comments

  1. *sigh*

    This is a delightful story, but I am slightly saddened to think of how few people would understand how romantic I find the words “I so fucking want to own your ass.”

      1. @Peroxide: I’m wondering if there’s an untapped market here…

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