Gentle Fisting Until he Cums All Over Himself FEMDOM
Title: “Surrender to Her Touch: A Gentle Fisting Femdom Masterclass”
In the lavish, candlelit dungeon of pleasure, Master Lexi reclines on a plush velvet chaise. She’s a vision of seductive dominance, her sultry curves barely contained by a lacy black corset and thigh-high stockings. Her prey for the evening lies prostrate before her, a handsome young femboy named Brayden, trembling with anticipation and arousal.
Master Lexi’s gloved hand caresses Brayden’s flushed cheek, tracing down his neck and chest, circling a pert nipple. “Such a good boy,” she purrs. “So eager to please me. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
Her fingers trail lower, over his toned abs to the soft curls at the base of his thick shaft. It’s fully erect, leaking drops of pearly precem, bobbing with each shaky breath. Master Lexi grins, appreciating her handiwork.
With one swift motion, she releases Brayden’s cock and dips her fingers lower, teasing his tight, puckered hole. He gasps and arches as she circles the sensitive ring of muscle, applying gentle yet firm pressure.
“That’s it, breathe,” Master Lexi instructs. “Nice and deep. Let me in.” She slips her middle finger past the initial resistance, sinking it knuckle-deep into the slick heat of Brayden’s passage.
He whimpers, back bowing as his hips rock instinctively. “So tight,” Master Lexi coos, working her finger in and out, gradually going deeper. “So needy. You want more, don’t you, baby boy?”
Brayden can only moan in response, lost in the foreign yet thrilling sensations gripping his most intimate area. He feels stuffed and fuller than he ever thought possible, but still it’s not nearly enough.
Master Lexi adds a second finger, pushing them both deep as her thumb finds his swollen prostate. She massages the sensitive bundle of nerves, making Brayden yelp and buck wildly.
“Shhh, shhh, I’ve got you.” Master Lexi soothes, gradually increasing the pressure and speed of her fingers. She scissors them, stretching him further before adding a third. With a tug of her thumb, she has Brayden trapped, impaled on her hand, at her mercy.
He’s babbling, his words garbled and slurred by the overwhelming ecstasy. His cock jerks each time she hits that special spot, leaking more fluids to glaze her fingers. Master Lexi watches impassively, enjoys his desperation.
Soon she adds a fourth finger, her hand plunging deep into Brayden’s guts. His eyes roll back, toes curl, every atom of his body focused on the tight ring at his asshole.
With her fist buried inside him, Master Lexi tenderly rocks Brayden through climax after climax. He comes on a hoarse cry, thick spurts of cum painting his abs and chest. She doesn’t let up, wringing out every last tremor and shudder until he collapses.
“Good boy,” Master Lexi praises, easing him through the orgasm aftershocks, coaxing him to take slow, deep breaths. When he’s fully spent, she gently extracts her fist and kisses his temple.
“There now, much better,” she comments, admiring his wrecked state. “Oh I can tell you enjoyed your first time learning the subtle arts of anal fisting. We’ll have to do this again, and again, and again…”
Brayden goes boneless, surrendering to the blissful euphoria only true submission to a true Master like Lexi can provide. For he now knows that with her, his darkest, most depraved fantasies can come true.
