Femdom one-shot: Don't Touch My Toy
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Lyra May
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Ana loves being in control, and tonight, she’s making the rules. Her submissive partner, Nick, has one simple challenge—keep his hands off her toy, and she’ll grant him anything he desires. But when a new woman enters their bed, temptation burns hot. Will Nick hold firm, or will his restraint crumble under Ana’s watchful gaze? This sizzling femdom one-shot is a game of dominance, submission, and impossible temptation.
The Game Begins Part 1
ANA
It was a typical Saturday afternoon. Like most long-term couples, we had our own routine. I woke him up with a slow, sensual blow job, and he returned the favor.
We hadn’t seen much of each other during the week, so this was our time to reconnect. We took a shower, had breakfast, and then went for a walk. Five hours later, we were wrapping up a late lunch, contemplating how to spend the rest of our day.
Nick was busy deciding, but my mind was elsewhere. I was trying to figure out how to start a crucial conversation. Nick was thirty-five, just three years older than me.
We’d been together for six years, cohabiting for five. Our relationship was pretty standard, except for our shared interest in female domination in the bedroom. He loved being tied up, punished, and teased, and I loved doing it.
We had an informal agreement, a set of rules we adhered to. One of the rules was that I demanded loyalty and fidelity. A rule that he had been testing lately.
He needed a reminder of the consequences of straying. I wasn’t a pushover. I loved him deeply and genuinely. I loved everything about him.
I loved him enough to give him a second chance. But I also knew my worth, and I wouldn’t tolerate a serial cheater.
“Nick, we need to discuss the terms of our relationship,”
His eyes met mine, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”
“I need you to understand that you’re on the verge of breaking our agreement. I want to see a change in your behavior.”
He started to speak, but I raised my hand to stop him. “Don’t deny it. I know.”
He inhaled sharply.
“You’ve been flirting with the girl from the coffee shop. She was bold enough to give you her number right in front of me.”
He laughed, his face relaxing. “Babe, I threw it away before we even left the shop. No one can lure me away from the love of my life.”
He stood up and walked around the table, looking at me as if I was overreacting and needed reassurance. “If you want to talk about relationship terms, let’s discuss the ring I want to put on your finger. Maybe then you won’t worry about every young girl with a daddy complex.”
“She’s twenty-six,” I said.
“What?”
“Cassey, the girl you’re fantasizing about—she’s twenty-six.”
He sat on the table in front of me, genuine concern now etched on his face. “Ana, I don’t want any other woman. I only want you.”
This was my opportunity. “Really? I distinctly remember you expressing interest in threesomes when we made our agreement. I remember watching you fuck other women in our bed. Why is Cassey any different?”
I’d caught him off guard, and I liked it. I liked seeing the panic in his eyes.
“Baby, that was years ago—we haven’t shared in almost four years. I know you’re angry with me…and maybe you have every right to be…but you enjoyed those times too, didn’t you? I never want you to do anything just for me.”
He took my hand in his. “What can I do? Do we formally remove that from our agreement? Will you marry me if we rule out the possibility of other women? I’m serious, Ana. I don’t want to kiss, fuck, or touch any other woman.”
“Prove it,” I said.
“How?”
“Don’t touch Cassey.”
“I won’t. I didn’t even remember her name. We’ll find a different coffee shop.”
I smirked and stood up, positioning myself between his legs. He had to lean back a bit as I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. “No, Nick. I mean don’t touch Cassey when she’s here tonight, naked and screaming my name while I lick her out on your chest.”
His breath hitched. “Wha—what?”
“Cassey’s pretty. I went back to see her later that day and we’ve been texting. She sends me all sorts of naughty pictures. Want to see?”
I sat back and scrolled through my phone, finding the album where I’d saved the pictures.
He swallowed hard as he looked at them. “Ana… I—”
“Call me Mistress. Are you ready to accept my challenge?”
He bit his lip and lowered his head slightly, just the way I liked. “Mistress, what are the terms of the challenge?”
“Simple. I’m going to have fun with my new plaything, Cassey. And you, my love, are not allowed to touch her. If you can show me that you can control yourself, then I’ll consider marrying you.”
I tilted his chin up to meet my gaze. “But I won’t make it easy for you.”
“What happens if I can’t control myself?”
“Then I walk away.”
His eyes widened in surprise. It was amusing how this muscular, thirty-five-year-old man could still look so innocent. I loved it.
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“Then you better keep your hands to yourself while I show her how to suck your cock. And keep your tongue in check when she’s dripping cum into your mouth. Do we have a deal?”
He was already hard, he had been since I showed him the pictures. “If I do this, you’ll marry me?”
I nodded, gently stroking him through his sweatpants. “Then yes, I’ll do it.”
I sent him off with instructions to get ready—clean, shaven, and naked. That’s how I wanted him when I walked into our bedroom two hours later. He didn’t disappoint, the perfect male specimen, groomed to perfection and waiting on his knees.
“Good job, baby. You’ve presented yourself well.” I lifted his face and gave him a sweet kiss. “I need to get ready now. She’ll be here in an hour. Get on the bed for me, lie on your back and stretch out.”
We used restraints so often that we had cuffs already attached to the bed frame. I secured him quickly, then pulled out a new toy—it fit snugly around his cock and balls. I turned on the vibration, and he jerked, shouting out in pleasure.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
He nodded, pre-cum already leaking from him. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. I want you to count out loud every time you climax. I want to hear your pleasure while I get ready. Be loud for me, baby.”
With that, I left to take a shower. I had undergone laser treatment, so I didn’t need to shave, thank God. But I did need to clean myself and spend some time on my hair and makeup.
“Four,” he called out as I walked back into the room. I watched his face contort in pleasure as he climaxed, his eyes snapping open and following my naked form as I walked into our closet to pick out some lingerie. I also pulled a black lace mask over my eyes—he loved it when I dressed up for him.
I walked over to the bed, standing between his outstretched legs as I rolled on my thigh-high stockings. I took a moment to admire him, his stomach clenching, thighs trembling, and his entire body taut with pleasure. He was covered in his own release, some on his stomach, some dripping down his thighs.
I loved how much he produced and took a mental picture. Perfect.
“You’ve made quite a mess, baby. Cassey will be here soon. Let’s clean you up before she arrives, okay?”
“Uh, I’m so close. Can we…” He bit his lip, turning his head slightly into the pillow as he always did before he came.
“Are you disobeying me?”
“No, fuck no. Sorry, Mistress.”
I removed the toy a bit roughly, causing him to moan in pain, which instantly aroused me. The doorbell rang. She was early.
I quickly untied Nick and ushered him toward the bathroom to clean up again while I went to greet Cassey at the door. It was no secret that I was bisexual, and I was excited to show her the pleasure that women can give each other.
She had apologized profusely when I spoke to her earlier, but quickly became intrigued when I proposed teaching Nick a lesson. She was also bisexual and jumped at the chance to play with a more experienced couple. I opened the door, her eyes wide as she took in my appearance.
“Hey!” I hugged her and ushered her inside. “Sorry, sweetheart, you’re a bit early and we were just wrapping up some pre-play.”
I led her to the kitchen where I had champagne on ice and two glasses waiting. “Bubbles?”
She nodded, looking a bit nervous. Adorable.
I handed her a glass, gently pushing her back against the counter for a quick kiss. I tugged at her dress, then stepped back. “I like this, it’s sexy.”
“Oh, really? Good. I wasn’t sure. You look…wow.” She laughed nervously. “I’d kill for your body.”
It was a sweet compliment, and indeed, maintaining my toned body was no easy feat. “Thank you Sweetheart, you have a gorgeous body too.”
My unoccupied hand traced a path up her thighs, grazing over her pussy, then gliding over her breasts before it got lost in her hair, pulling her closer for another kiss. “How are you feeling? Still game for some fun tonight? Remember, there’s no pressure if you want to back out.”
She took a nervous sip of her champagne, then flashed me a shy smile. “I’m ready to play, Mistress.”
