Girlfriend Hires TS Dom For A Threesome
Title: “I Needed My Girlfriend’s Permission to Endure BDSM Torture by a Violent Shemale Dominatrix”
I was so excited to wake up today, knowing my girlfriend Vanessa planned a special surprise for our anniversary. She often satisfied my odd kinks with sensual BDSM play, but this time, Vanessa had something extra special in mind. As I lay in bed, she bounded in holding a black mask, a gleaming vaginal ball Gag and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. “Time to put these on, baby!” she chirped enthusiastically. Intrigued, I cooperated, my cock already engorged with anticipation.
Vanessa slipped the mask over my eyes, cautiously guiding me to the bathroom. A ephemeral sweet scent permeated the room, duplicated by the lavender vanilla body wash she used each morning. Then she restrained my wrists behind my back using the cuffs, and placed the ball between my teeth. I was now completely blindfolded and restrained, my body tingling with an electric buzz of both nervousness and excitement. Vanessa ran her hands along my curves, pinching my erect nipples and tracing the ridges of my abs.
Suddenly, the door opened, and the sound of high heels clicking echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Perfection,” a stranger purred, as a hand boldly grabbed my ass. Vanessa giggled. “Amazing, isn’t she, baby?”
I was completely nonplussed. She? Then, a command escaped Vanessa’s lips, petrifying me to my core. “Remember our safe word, Van. It’s…Pineapple.” A ripple of unease shivered through me. But a kinky voice purred out, “Come on, stud. I don’t think you’ll be using that safe word…”
A whiff of musky, man-like cologne invaded my nostrils, as a pair of sleek, harnessed legs swivelled into my line of vision. My God, the shemale was absolutely stunning, her voluptuous curves accentuated by a tight leather corset and thigh-high boots. She grabbed my jaw with a forceful hand, searching my blindfolded stare. “Mmmm, a virgin? Even better.”
Vanessa let out an anxious giggle that only encouraged the shemale’s ferocity. A slender, manicured finger traced down my chest and abdomen, coming to rest on the waistband of my briefs. The femme fatale whispered into my ear, an icy breath against my lobe. “I’m going to suck your cock until tears roll down your face.”
Laid bare by her conquering words, a stupid whimper escaped me as the mask came off. I laid eyes upon my new Mistress, her anime hair and eerily perfect features framed by a mass of brunette curls. As the powerful woman towered over me, her ample lips curled into a twisted snarl, revealing an array of glistening fangs.
In a heartbeat, she ripped the ball gag from my mouth and liberated me from my bondage. With a single slice, she cut my boxers off with a hotel-steal cuticle knife, giggling as she surveyed her work. Her hands traced up my thighs again, flankin my now-exposed cock, which sprang to eager attention.
The amazon seized my throat, squeezing just softly enough to draw ragged gasps from my lungs. At the same time, her powerful tongue began to lick my member from balf to tip in sensual, sloppy strokes. Vanessa, surprising me, straddled my body and lapped at the sensitive underside of my cock. The shemale’s tongue continued, now sliding along the slit in the head of my shaft as my cock grew harder and the room spun.
Vanessa watched as my former Mistress, now a lower, continued her onslaught against my cock, still fondling my balls and retreating up my abdomen in an arching monstrosity that felt as good as it looked. She knew how wicked it looked for a woman to be under the control of a more dominant figure, and I savored it.
The mistress took me harder, sucking me to my limit as Vanessa watched. I panted and moaned in a kaleidoscope of ecstasy, pleasure pulsing through my body from every dilation. Vanessa smiled with a sense of accomplishment, as if she had somehow achieved her own victory as well as mine. Slowly and unapologetically, the Mistress drew back and gave me a theatrical victory wink.
She halted, impishly tracing two fingers along my shaft. Vanessa joined her, pumping me rhythmically with her fist. Their joined motions and the sinful looks shot my way catapulted me over the edge, and I erupted. My girl held me tight as the pleasure coursed through me, Vanessa’s heavenly body feeling like délicate clouds floating around me.
As I collapsed back onto the bedspread, my girlfriend worshiped every inch of my sweaty skin, kissing my neck as the world regained its focus. The brazen shemale stood over us, reveling in her victory, as I laid in my submissive glory.
Anyone would know there was power in submission– for the one who submits and for the one who commands. There was something undeniably exhilarating about having someone else in control, even if it was only for a short while. And if I’m being honest, the whole situation was freaking hot AF. I’d let that sadistic shemale dominate my body and soul any time.
But I suppose that’s exactly what makes it […] a healthy gateway to even deeper sexual experiences for couples. I’d definitely want Vanessa arranging for the Mistress to make a return date. Because, you see, I know I’m not going to recover from this for a long time.
