butch service top that’s desperate to make me feel good please save me, if you can hear me please save me desperate butch service top
all i can think about is a desperate service top lately likeee
i’m imagining making out is getting heated and they give me a light little spank, so of course i moan
they get excited hearing that so of course i’m imagining them getting all whiny and worked up like “oh baby did you like that? you liked it right? you sound so so pretty, let me do it again for you please”
i nod because i’d never say no to that so they spank me harder. i moan again because what elseee am i supposed to do in that situation?? of course i start thanking them and begging them for more
and of course they’ll oblige me, maybe they’ll push me down to grind on their bulge while they keep going, spanking me harder every time while i whimper and moan for them
like!! imagineeee your butch making you grind against them while they spank you and stutter and whine at you like “good girl” “fuck you’re so cute” “you like that huh? it feels good? want me to keep going?” “harder? you want it harder does that feel- oh yeah it feels way better for you doesn’t it?”
until i’m begging for them to fuck me and they’re begging to be inside me
Princess in her chambers fucking into her pillow, muffling moans into the sheets, relentless grinding bc she got to see a glimpse of her knights face and my god, it's like they're so unaware of how handsome they are w their bloodstained cheeks n chapped lips.
....Knight who's guarding the door trying really hard to ignore the sounds, chanting oath over and over and over until they can't take it anymore. Leaning back against the wall just right, thighs tensed just hard enough, breath held just long enough so when they hear their princess cum their hips snap against their armor n cum with her.
Princess who can be heard quietly giggling afterwards because she knows n will absolutely use it to her advantage now.
Can you write an experienced domme femme flustering a tough butch and taking charge to get them to submit?
can I ever
sorry it took me so long to write this, but I'm proud of how it turned out!
I've put it under a read more because it's long
the domme femme is Anjulie or Angie (she/her) and the sub butch is Riley (they/them)
a preview of some of the kinks involved: choking, breeding, teasing, spit, impact play, and praise
some quick notes:
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any and all support is appreciated! with that said, enjoy the lesbianism...
and as always, MINORS DNI
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Anjulie places a few chocolate chip cookies on a plate and pours a glass of lemonade. Her kitchen smells pleasantly of freshly baked cookies, which brings a smile to her face as she takes off her apron and smooths out the yellow sundress that contrasts with her dark skin. She has chosen this sundress for the way it flatters her body with its lace up front that displays her cleavage and short, fitted cut that both accentuates and barely covers her ass.
She walks out to the backyard of her small bungalow to where a particularly handsome butch is working on constructing a deck. They have a tough appearance, all tattoos and muscles, but she considers herself an expert at gently prying open mascs' shells.
Shading her eyes from the sun, perhaps more elegantly than necessary, Angie waves to get their attention and smiles when they set down their tools and step closer to her, slightly out of breath and gloriously sweaty.
Their dark skin is glistening with drops of sweat, tank top stained with it. Her mouth might as well be watering, the way she's looking at them.
"You've been working too long, come take a break. I made cookies." Her words are kind, but it is clearly not a request. She is pretty and nice, but she can be commanding- and when that happens she expects to be obeyed.
"Yes ma'am." They reply with a cheeky grin, like those words don't make her cunt throb, taking off their gloves and following her back inside the house.
"Shoes off." She says firmly as they walk in the door, a policy inherited from her immigrant parents.
They raise an eyebrow at her, as though considering challenging the command, but they do as she says. Promising.
Soon enough, they're sitting on a barstool in her kitchen with their plate now empty of cookies. They take a sip of their lemonade and smile, though she absolutely clocks their struggle to keep their gaze off her cleavage.
Deciding to take advantage of the moment, she puts her elbows on the counter and leans down against it, making it near impossible to avoid looking down her dress. "How were the cookies?"
It takes a second for them to collect themself, and their face is noticeably flushed by the time they respond. "Re- ahem- really good. You've got a talent."
She laughs, "I have many talents. I'm Anjulie, by the way. You can call me Angie."
The butch reaches out and shakes her hand, their eyes now very obviously glued to her cleavage. "I'm, uh, Riley."
"Something wrong?" Angie asks as innocently as she possibly can, fighting off the urge to laugh- or maybe kiss them. She loves teasing like this, seeing how much a cute masc dyke can take before they need to touch her. Then seeing how much of her well-practiced dominance they can take before they submit to her.
Riley's gaze snaps back up to meet hers, and they shake their head emphatically, starting to stand up, "No! No. Fuck, look, I'm really sorry. I'll go back outside, I never should have-"
All it takes to silence them is her hand on their arm, kind and suggestive at the same time. "I'm sorry, I was joking. You're more than welcome to look." She feels bad, she hadn't intended to make them feel uncomfortable, and she has seen how masc lesbians can be made to feel predatory.
The butch looks well and truly stunned, though it doesn't take the femme long to clock why.
"You thought I was straight." She observes with a slight laugh, "Like I wouldn't notice the cute butch in my own backyard. Honey, I've been showing off just for you. I don't wear slutty little dresses like this one every day, you know."
Riley opens their mouth and closes it again, choosing to maintain their flustered silence.
"Well?" Angie asks after a moment has passed.
"Well what?"
"I said you could look. So look."
They seem to have an instinct towards obedience, which she finds tantalizing, because their gaze immediately drops down to her chest.
Taking advantage of the moment, Angie undoes the bow that keeps upper part of her dress closed. Slowly, the ribbons that lace up the top half of her dress begin to loosen, the material partially slipping away to show more cleavage and some of the white lace bra underneath.
"Fuck." Riley whispers.
Angie cocks her head to one side with a smile, "Do you wanna touch, sweet butch?"
Riley whimpers when she calls them that, gripping the countertop tightly like they might keel over if they don't steady themself.
Her smile widens, "Oh, do you like being called 'sweet butch'?"
They just nod, clearly struggling to form words.
"How about 'good butch'?"
They groan softly, and when they speak they sound breathless, "Yeah."
Angie can definitely work with this. She reaches down and takes their hands, guiding them to her chest, "Then be a good butch and touch me."
Riley obeys immediately, pushing the fabric of her dress out of the way and cupping her breasts over the fabric of her bra. Her areolas are dark enough to be visible through the thin white lace, which leads the butch to circle her rapidly hardening nipples with their thumbs. Eventually they slide their hands into her bra and brush their thumbs against her nipples, the sensation of their callouses against her sensitive skin making her moan.
Her moan seems to do something to them, because they whine softly, and then appear surprised at their own noise.
Angie gently takes hold of the butch's hips, pushing the hem of their tank top up just enough to rub the now exposed skin above the waistband of their pants. She continues doing that with one hand, bringing the other up to cup the side of Riley's face.
"Are you by any chance new to being told what to do?" She asks sweetly, pretty sure that she already knows the answer to her question.
Their face flushes more, and they duck their head to avoid her gaze. Of course, Angie knows exactly how to handle this, letting her hand move down the side of their face and bringing it to rest under their chin. With a firm movement, she pushes their head back up to make them look at her, clocking the shiver that runs through their body.
"I asked you a question, sweetheart." She reminds them. "And I expect you to answer." Normally she might get a little rough to make them answer her, but considering that they haven't talked boundaries, she holds back for now.
"Oh, uh- yes. It's new. Um, I mean...yes miss."
Angie's cunt throbs, "There we go, good butch. Do you like it?"
Riley is blushing so much that their chin feels warm in Angie's hand, their dark skin tinged with reddish undertones, "Yeah." They breathe.
She gazes into their beautiful brown eyes, enjoying how flustered and submissive the tall, strong butch has become for her.
"Um, what should I call you?" The butch asks softly, "Like, is 'mistress' okay?"
Angie can feel a wet spot forming in her panties, "Such a good, sweet butch. I prefer 'miss', but 'mistress' works too." She uses the thumb of the hand she has on their hip to rub circles on their skin, "I'm also going to need you to tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything. But right now, I'm wondering what you want."
"I wanna be pushed around a bit." Riley blurts out, "I like- uh- spit, edging, choking, having my face slapped a bit. But I don't really have a lot of experience being submissive, mistress."
"You seem to come to it naturally."
Angie slowly backs the butch up against the wall until they bump into it with a surprised yelp.
She keeps her hand on their hip, sliding the other one down to gently encircle their neck, and presses her body against theirs.
Riley moans and tries to lean in to kiss her, only for her to apply pressure on the sides of their throat and use the leverage to press their head back against the wall. This time, the sound that they make is more of a whine than a moan.
She goes up on her tiptoes like she might do to kiss them, but instead of a kiss, she uses her thumb to open their mouth and spit in it.
Riley's eyes roll back, their mouth closing as they swallow audibly and sigh with contentment.
Angie grins, leaning in and kissing them with them still firmly pinned to the wall by her body.
The butch is wonderfully responsive, their body eager and malleable to Angie's experienced touch.
When the femme finally stops and pulls back, she finds herself enraptured by the rise and fall of Riley's tattooed chest with each gasping breath. Slowly, they open their eyes, looking down at the shorter woman through their long, dark eyelashes.
There's a note of pleading in their expression that makes her want to absolutely ravish them, a slight tremble running through their body that denotes barely suppressed desperation.
Though she may seem calm, Angie's mind is racing a mile a minute as she attempts to decide how best to put this perfectly submissive butch to good use. She's also acutely aware that her wetness has soaked through her panties.
When Riley's expression seems suitably desperate, the femme lets go of their neck and moves back ever so slightly so that their bodies are no longer touching.
Angie holds their gaze, undoing the back of her dress and letting it pool to the ground around her ankles.
"You're so fucking gorgeous, miss." Riley breathes, gazing at the femme's body now clad in only her white lace bra and soaked matching panties.
"And you're such a handsome butch." Angie replies, stepping closer to them again and enjoying the sharp inhale that the action elicits.
She takes their hand and begins leading them to her bedroom. She can't help but notice- and enjoy- how eagerly Riley is following her.
Though she may not be showing it, she too is feeling a growing sense of excited anticipation.
When the two of them get to the bedroom, Angie kicks the door shut and pushes the wonderfully pliant butch up against it with her hands on their hips, pushing her body up against theirs and kissing them.
They moan into her mouth, wrapping their arms around her and skillfully unclasping her bra.
Using her hold on their hips, she maneuvers them around and pushes them down on the bed. Riley falls back on the bed with a soft gasp of surprise, gazing up at her as she tosses her bra aside.
"Tell me what you want, sweet butch." Angie coaxes, dropping her panties and appreciating the way the butch appears to be salivating at the sight of her bush and the wetness beginning to gather on her thighs.
"Can I eat you out, miss?" Riley asks breathlessly, looking up at her with wide, eager eyes.
"Of course." The femme smiles and picks up her soaked panties from the floor. Then she gets on the bed, positioning herself propped up against her pillows. She spreads her legs and beckons them closer, dangling her panties in front of her from one finger.
They crawl eagerly towards her, taking off their tank top to leave themself in their sports bra.
"Since you're so desperate to taste me, I want to see you to taste me on these these first." She holds out the panties.
Riley groans and reaches out to take the white lace fabric. "Fuck." They mumble.
"Feel how wet those are? That's all because of you, sweet butch."
There's an unmistakable expression of pride on their face as they lick her wetness off her panties, the bulge in their pants become significantly more pronounced. Angie watches them, using one hand to idly rub her cunt.
"Okay, cutie. You can eat me out now."
Their touch is gentle but firm, hands sliding up her thighs to take hold of her hips. Despite how flustered she has been able to make them, the open-mouthed kisses and soft bites they are leaving on her inner thighs are making clear how experienced they are.
They immediately put the panties aside and move towards her. As soon as Riley's hands meet her thighs, Angie can tell that they are going to be very, very good at this.
Angie uses one hand to play absentmindedly with their short curls, allowing herself to gasp and moan freely while the handsome butch between her legs works their way towards their pussy. They are licking up the wetness that has dripped down to her thighs, taking their time. She watches them, taking a mental picture of the incredibly erotic sight.
Riley pauses when they are finally close to her cunt, resting their head on one of her thighs and smiling slyly up at her. "You're so wet, miss."
They are evidently trying to tease, but Angie is well equipped to handle this. She reaches her free hand down to grip their jaw, just roughly enough to make them moan.
"What's your colour?"
"Green." They whisper breathlessly.
"Darling," She says sweetly, now that she has permission to go ahead. "I'm pretty sure that eating me out was your idea." She strokes their hair, then pulls it sharply. "And if you want me to let you cum, I suggest you get to it."
From the way that Riley blinks up at her with aroused surprise, she gets the sense that no one has ever spoken to them like that before. And they seem to like it, though they make no move to do as they are told.
After a moment Angie releases her grip on their jaw. Remembering what they had told her earlier about their kinks, she gives them a saccharine smile and slaps them across the face. The slap isn't too hard, just enough to draw a yelp of surprise out of them, but they're smiling hazily up at her.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, please miss."
Angie looks them in the eyes, watching the anticipation build. She slaps them again once it's been long enough that they are less prepared. Their cock is so hard that she can see it twitch through their pants when she hits them. She slaps them one more time, wondering idly if she could get them off just like this. An experiment for another time.
"Since you've been so good until now, you get one more chance, darling. Eat me out, or you won't be allowed to cum. And I'm being generous giving you another chance, because I would just love to deny you."
Riley's resolve seems to break, though they touch the red mark on their cheek with a satisfied smile. "Thank you miss." They obey her earlier command, starting by experimentally running their tongue over her hole.
They begin eating her out in earnest, circling her hole with their tongue and then plunging it inside her to fuck her with it.
"There we go, good butch." Angie coos affectionately, smiling when they hum contently against her. "So good for me. I think you just wanted me to hit you."
They hum an affirmative.
"Darling, next time just ask."
Angie groans, fighting the urge to close her eyes because despite that instinct, she is enraptured by the sight of them. They are gazing up at her, though their actions are precise and focused, face slick with wetness and hands holding her thighs to brace themself. It's truly one of the most erotic sights that she has ever seen. She holds their gaze, gently scratching and massaging their scalp while murmuring praise.
Riley's tongue wanders up to flick lightly against her clit with one of their fingers circling her hole, causing her to moan their name. They whine with their mouth still on her, barely giving her time to process the sensation before they latch onto her clit and start sucking on it while sliding a finger inside her.
Angie's back arches off of her pillows, her eyes finally closing. She reflexively tightens her hand in their hair, her eyes snapping open when she hears them let out a pathetic moan.
A small smile plays across her lips when she sees that they are rutting desperately against the bed.
She pulls their head away from her pussy, admiring the sight of them. Their lips are shining with spit and her wetness, their expression one of hazy pleasure.
"Stop moving your hips."
There is something undeniably adorable about how quickly they do as they're told, their face flushing at being caught.
"C'mere." She gestures for them to come closer and they do, climbing on top of her. Their arms are shaking with the effort that they are putting into not rutting against her without permission.
Angie traces a hand down their side, making them shiver and moan.
"Such a good butch for me." She tells them, undoing their pants and helping them to take them off.
With Riley now clad only in briefs and a sports bra, Angie reaches down to wrap a hand around their cock through the cotton fabric of their underwear. "Is this okay?"
The butch buries their face in her neck and makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a whimper. "Yes miss."
"That's my good butch." Angie murmurs, "Just let me take care of you."
They nod with their face still pressed against her neck, and she has to admit she finds the warmth of their breath on her skin to be soothing.
"You're so cute." She tells them sincerely, pressing kisses to their collarbone as she slides her hand into their briefs. "So obedient. So good for your mistress."
Riley gasps when she starts slowly stroking their cock, occasionally swiping her thumb over their tip. They are freely leaking pre-cum, practically trembling with need.
"Please." They breathe, moving their head back to look at her.
"Use your words, sweet thing. Tell me what you need."
It takes them a moment to collect themself enough to speak. "Need to be inside you."
Angie wraps her free hand around their throat, looking them in the eyes. "I wanna hear you beg for it."
"Fuck." Riley's face is flushed with a combination of arousal and embarrassment, "Please mistress, I need you so bad. Need to feel you, need to fuck you. Please." Their voice breaks on the last word, their eyes welling up with tears of desperation.
There is something so distinctly vulnerable about the way they are looking at her and the trust that they are putting in her by submitting to her like this.
Angie gently wipes away their tears, "Oh sweetheart, it's okay. What's your colour?"
"Green."
"You've been so good, and you begged so well for me, I think you've earned your reward."
She helps them out of their underwear, gathering some of their pre-cum on her thumb and slipping it into their mouth so they can taste themself. They suck on it eagerly, making a quiet noise of pleasure in the back of their throat.
"Thank you mistress. Will you-" They stumble over their words, which tells Angie that they're about to request something kink-related. "Will you slap me once first?"
"Good job asking, sweetheart." Anjulie coos, then slaps them across the face.
Riley moans, shuddering with pleasure and thanking the femme profusely.
"Good butch." She uses her free hand to help them to line up their cock with her hole.
Ever obedient, Riley waits for permission, though they're clearly desperate to be inside her.
Angie smiles, taking her thumb out of their mouth and letting her hand slide down to resume her light grip on their throat. "Go ahead."
Holding themself up with a hand on the mattress on either side of the femme's body, Riley slides their cock inside her with a groan.
"You fill me up so nicely, sweet butch." The femme praises them with slight breathlessness, running the hand that isn't around their throat down their back to squeeze their ass- and push them deeper inside her.
They gasp, taking the hint and beginning to fuck her. As they pick up the pace, Angie uses her hand around their throat to pull them in for a rough kiss.
The two of them are moaning into the kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together. Angie carefully applies pressure to the sides of their neck, making them whine against her lips. They continue like this for some time, pressed close together as they fuck her increasingly roughly.
She briefly captures their lower lip in a bite before pulling back, letting up the pressure on their neck.
"Such a good butch slut." She says, in part just to see how they'll react. She is not disappointed.
Riley's eyes roll back and the movement of their hips speeds up desperately. They hike the femme's hips up to get a better angle, and Angie moans out their name loudly as they start hitting just the right spot. "Fuck yes, right there." She moans, scratching her nails down their back, "So fucking good, so good for me."
"I'm gonna cum, please miss can I cum?"
She can hear the sound of her own wetness which each of their thrusts, and see their arms on either side of her becoming increasingly unsteady.
"Such a good butch asking for permission." She praises breathlessly, stroking their sweaty hair. "Cum inside me."
It's as though those words are all that they need to hear, because they bury themself deep inside her with their entire body pressed against hers and kiss her as they fill her up with cum.
Angie cries out, pleasantly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of cum that they are pumping into her. She wraps her legs around their hips to keep them firmly in place inside of her.
Riley groans against her lips, partially resting their weight on her so that they can reach a hand down to find her clit.
The femme gasps into their mouth when they start rubbing her clit and rutting impossibly deeper inside her.
They kiss their way down her jaw and neck to her chest, flicking their tongue over one of her nipples and then sucking on it as her moans turn to needy whines. She cradles their head as they suck on her breast, her thighs starting to tremble.
"Yeah, just like that." Angie can hear the desperation in her own voice as she approaches her orgasm, "So fucking close. So full."
Riley switches to sucking on her other nipple, rubbing her clit faster and rolling their hips just enough to push their cum further inside her.
"I'm gonna cum." She grasps at their back with one hand, threading the fingers of her other hand through their hair and tugging, which makes them moan against her chest.
"Riley, fuck, I'm cumming." Angie's hips thrust upwards reflexively, her body shuddering with waves of pleasure as she cums on their cock.
Though her mind has gone hazy with bliss and her legs are shaking slightly, she finds herself pulling them in for another kiss and wrapping her arms around them to hold them as close to her as possible.
She kisses them until they both have to break for air.
"Should I pull out?" Riley asks softly once they've caught their breath.
Angie grins, "Not yet, sweet butch. I like feeling you inside me."
Their face flushes even more, the reddish undertones to their dark skin deepening, but they're smiling back at her.
The femme wraps her arms around the butch, guiding them to rest their head on her chest so that she can toy idly with their hair.
Riley sighs contently as they cuddle closer to her, and Angie can't seem to stop smiling.
She has a feeling that the two of them will be seeing a lot more of each other.
u might think having a sensitive clit as a stone top is a waste but brother when im hitting w the strap n she says “cum in me” that thing pays for itself ☝🏽
Just a reminder that aftercare can mean the difference between someone feeling safe, satisfied and sexy after a scene, and feeling shamed, gross and at worst, traumatized. Sex is a vulnerable thing for everyone, and no matter how casual, people deserve respect before, during and after. Dom or sub, kinky or not, take good care of your partners! The emotions are more important than the sex.
the butch desire to massage her body, not even in a sexual way. I just want to take my time helping her relax under my hands, relieving the tension in her body. I want to make her feel calm and relaxed with me. Baby, you do so much- let me take care of you. I want to memorize every freckle, every birthmark, every curve. I want to make her feel worshiped as i kiss every insecurity, every inch of scarring or acne or cellulite. all without a second thought because none of that stuff matters. I want to make her feel protected, confident, reassured, and babied. Your heart, your body, your psyche- its all safe with me princess.
“My arousal has always come from what I could touch or see in her, it has never come from the attention to my own body. When many years ago I finally met someone who liked to take as much as I liked giving and who recognized that it was her stimulation that triggered mine- that I understood that I could find women who wouldn’t run away from a stone butch. I’m not uncomfortable with my body, it’s just that my erogenous zones lay within her.” –Anonymous Commenter
As a high femme, reading this for the first time a year or something ago was equivalent to cathartic.
Two perv butches sharing a femme... laughing between themselves as they each take a turn with the femme... one butch eager to watch the femme on their knees sucking them off while the other butch watches and jerks off to the view... then they switch and the femme finds themself being fingered by the second butch while the first butch cheers them on...
Both butches are crude and disgusting, mocking the femme and treating each other like frat bros... they both end up on the couch talking about some bullshit they both like while the femme is passed from butch to butch to bounce on their cocks like a shared toy...
Maybe the butches even compete to see who can fuck more loads into the femme...
vampire femme takes her shy normie butch to the bdsm club and humiliates her in front of her friends :)
there is knifeplay, voyuerism, blood and bondage in this piece, so read at your own risk plz :)
you had never done something so wild before, but here you were; crossing through dark alleys, looking for a secret entrance.
the girl you had been seeing the last few months was so lovely.. she treated you well and respected you, taking care of you in ways no one ever had before. though you hadn't known her long, you thought she might be the one. her name was blaire and she was your gothic dream. she loved to wear thick, dark eye makeup and she kept her nails long and sharp, usually painted black or red.
when you met, you thought she was beyond out of your league. sure, you had a few emo band shirts here and there, but she was all in- the fashion, the hair, the personality- all incredibly goth. you were more of a "flannel and t-shirt" kinda dyke, not one to dress up often. still, she took a liking to you, finding your humor and attitude charming. the two of you made a unique pairing, but fit together in ways unseen by the others. she was tall, usually elevated even further by her love for platform shoes, and this suited your shorter height well. she liked staying in just as much as you did and though she didn't mind cleaning, she wasn't great at cooking, which was perfect, since you loved to cook for others.
last month, blaire had approached you, nervous to talk. after reassuring her, she smiled and her nose crinkled, moving the bridge piercing that sat beneath her eyebrows. she batted her eyes as she searched for the right words, eventually, grabbing your hand in hers.
"baby? is everything okay?" you asked, obviously nervous. she giggled, embarrassed with herself.
"yes, haha, everything is fine," she answered, kissing you.
"i just.. i've been thinking and there's something i wanted to talk about with you."
her laughter eased you and her eyes looked a little more calm then. your heart pounded as she stumbled over herself, trying to get the words out.
"i love everything about you; your humor, your questionable taste in music, your hands and how they feel on my body. i love kissing you and teasing you and i love
fucking your brains out and i was wondering if you'd be open a little something more.."
your chest relaxed and you raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"oh, yeah? and what's that?" you asked, wondering what she could mean.
she giggled, avoiding eye contact as she sat with her hands between her legs, pushing her tits out for you. they looked extraordinary right now, plump and voluptuous underneath the black and red laced up top she wore.
"well... you talk about how much you like to watch me while i please you.. so i was wondering.." she trailed off, unsure if she should finish the sentence.
"you were wondering...?"
growing flustered, blaire gathered herself and took a deep breath.
"i really like you and i like watching you get off and i have a bunch of goth friends at a bdsm club that i think would like watching it just as much as i do and i want to take you there and show you off and make you squirm for them."
she spoke so fast your brain took a moment to catch up and understand what she was talking about.
a bdsm club? you'd never even been to one, but you'd dreamed of it since you met her. blaire had introduced you to bdsm, showing you how many different kinks there actually were. she'd shown you some of her own before, like the time she ran ice down your body only to drop hot candle wax onto you just after. the sensation had been unreal, unlocking new, wondrous feelings that you'd think about for weeks to come. then she'd shown you how skilled she could be with rope and a knife, a skill set you hadn't necessarily been eager to see firsthand. blaire had been understanding and comforted you about it, never making you feel pressured. so as time went on, you did some research and grew more and more interested in knife play and bondage, learning what you could. eventually, you approached her about it, excited to see what she'd say.
she was thrilled.
you learned that night that not only do you enjoy the rough feeling of rope on your skin, but you truly loved letting blaire take complete control of you. she restrained your arms and legs to her bedposts, teasing you with a feather and by spraying your face with water. it working you up in a way you'd never experienced before. as your legs twitched against the rope, the skin underneath became raw and you learned that squirming would do you no good, so you tried, unsuccessfully, to stay still.
blaire loved it. she reveled in it. giggling at it.
she praised you when you were still and praised you when you weren't.
black waves of hair cascaded down her face, framing her like a victorian painting. her eyes were a reddish brown, the color so deep you could crawl inside and sink in to.. and recently, she'd gotten a temporary cosmetic procedure that had given her fangs on her canine teeth. in that moment, as she ran her fingers across your thighs, she looked completely vampiric and you were absolutely fine with her drinking you up, as long as she looked at you like that while she did.
instead, she pulled a delicate knife out, the blade shining and petite, no bigger than a switch blade. it was pretty and had a white floral hilt. just the sight of it made you nervous, but you were excited nonetheless. she looked like god holding something so deadly to to your skin, cold blade pressed against you. one slip and you'd be nothing more than a name in the paper. and still, you felt nothing but a calmness and warmth, fully sinking into your trust for her. she didn’t make you bleed that night, just toyed with you and made you gasp. the two of you tried it again a week later, and this time she did draw blood.
that night had surely influenced your decision to agree to tonight's endeavors. you trusted her deeply and seeing how much power she could wield over you made you drool, why couldn't it make others?
unlike knife play or bondage, you had your own interest in voyeurism before you met blaire, fantasizing about being fucked in public on many occasions. you had dreamed of being taken and shown off to other dykes; made into a spectacle as you squirmed and whined. so when she had suggested the club a few weeks ago, you jumped at the chance, buying a new leather chest harness to wear to the event.
the sound of your own footsteps brought you back down to reality. blaire walked ahead of you pulling you along by your wrist through dark alleyways and poorly lit staircases. eventually, she slowed and the black, velvet skirt she wore hung swaying just above her boots, mid shin. turning to face you, her grin wide and teeth sharp, she held your hands in front of you and said,
"we're here. you can tap out at any time, okay? remember your safe words." you nodded and gave her a small smile, suddenly nervous at the prospect of being humiliated. still, you stepped inside behind her as she opened the door.
the smell of incense hit you immediately. a smoky haze came from behind a beaded curtain across the room and you could hear darkwave music droning from somewhere in the building. the walls were a dark red and large, black curtains hung from doorways, pulled up and tied back by different ropes. there was a desk near the curtain and behind it, a woman with white makeup on smiled at you, motioning for the two of you to come over. your heart began to beat harder in this moment as you walked towards her, staring at her black lipstick.
“first timer, huh, babe?”
“mhhm, isn’t she cute?” blaire answered, looking down at you and wrapping her arm around you. the lady behind the counter made a cat scratch motion and pretended to growl before winking and nodding her head towards the curtain. blaire pushed the beads aside and revealed a new world to you.
dozens of women walked around dressed in similar attire as blaire. you felt incredibly out of place in your t-shirt and vans as the eyes of these women turned to stare at you as you made your way through the crowds, guided by blaire’s hand. you pushed the feeling aside and tried to really take it all in. some women danced in cages, latex clinging to their bodies showing you everything and nothing all at once. half-masks covered the top half of their faces and many wore small horns on their head, likely attached to headbands. others sat with their feet propped up on the backs of butches, gags in mouths and blindfolds on. a few hung from the ceiling, ropes wrapped around their bodies in ways that would look like art, with or without them inside.
blaire turned back to look at you, face so pale it was almost glowing against the dark room. her eyes looked especially red in this lighting and her teeth bared at you, pointed and deadly. she flashed you a smile before turning, continuing to make her way through the dark club.
as you crossed the room, an elevated stage came into view. on it sat an empty bed with a black quilted headboard and red silk sheets, a pile of rope hanging off of it. you immediately knew that was your fate and you couldn’t wait to be a good girl for her, regardless of who watched. they deserved to know how dedicated you were, how you would do anything for her.
red lights lined the steps that led up to the bed. you made your way up, following blaire like a leashed animal. she pushed you back onto the bed, your heart pounding in your throat. she could obviously tell you were worked up by now and planted a kiss on your lips to calm you. it… sort of worked. it didn’t completely calm you, but it did refocus you on her. you stared at her walking around you, circling you like a shark. she crawled onto the bed behind you and ran her hands through your hair and into the neckline of your shirt, down your chest. you leaned your head back to look at her and were met with the sight of her cleavage just inches from your face and her caring eyes staring back at you. a fang caught her lip as she bit down on it, excited to get started with you. she got off the bed, facing you again before instructing you to take your clothes off but leave your undergarments on. you gave her a nervous glance but obeyed, remembering that this is why you came. you untied your shoes and slid your pants off your legs before tossing them to the side, landing on one of the pillars that elevated the stage. you felt exposed; a sports bra and boxer briefs the only thing between you and the eyes of several gorgeous women. still, it was as exhilerating as you had hoped it would be. blaire stood in front of you and stared at you, eyes looking down her straight nose as she watched you undress. the hungry look in her eyes made your heart flutter and your cunt twitch.
she pushed you back into the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing your face and neck with delicate, soft lips. her hands explored your body before they reaching for the rope, dragging it across your skin as she did. with expert knowledge, she tied the knots she needed so quickly you almost missed it, and wrapped them around your ankles, securing you to the posts. you laid back and felt the strong hold the rope had on you, reveling in it for a moment before a hand pulled you by the sports up into a sitting position. she kneeled in front of you on the bed. this time, her hands ran down your sides and across your hips before making their way back up to your bra, which she pulled off in one motion. you felt your nipples brush against the fabric as the cool air from the room hit them. several small gasps caused you to look out until the room, remembering you were being expertly watched. before you could react, the feeling of rope wrapping across your wrist pulled you back onto the bed.
in seconds, you were completely restrained. unable to move and subject to whatever blaire wanted. eager to see what was next, you watched as she.. walked away. she walked off stage and left you there, tied up and breathing heavy, all too aware of the eyes focused on you writhing around. several minutes passed before she returned, no longer wearing her jacket. you couldn't see what exactly was in her hands, but you recognized the outline of the little white knife and a pair of scissors.
she teased you. your legs twitched as her teeth dragged across your skin, kissing and biting you as she went. she ran her tongue from the waistband of your boxers all the way to your chest before she puckered your nipples in your lips, causing your head to fall back onto the bed. her skirted knee firmly planted in between your legs as she raised her head to kiss you, to consume you.
she kissed you fiercely. her teeth caught your bottom lip and you cried out as you tasted blood in your mouth. she smiled before kissing you more, her teeth stained red. she nibbled your ear lobes and bit your neck, all the while her leg pressed into your boxers, which were close to soaked through by now. you grinded into her, desperately trying to fuck yourself on her thigh before she pulled away, grabbing the scissors she had brought. you stared down at her in amazement, curious and anxious about what she would do next. cold metal touched your inner thigh as she placed them under your boxers and sliced, opening your underwear so she had full and easy access to your soaking, throbbing cunt. she stared at it for a moment, blowing on it and grazing her fingers across your bush. this drove you nuts and you weren't sure if you could take it anymore; you needed her.
"please, baby," you whispered, hoping she could hear.
"sorry, what was that? i couldn't hear you," she said loudly, obviously wanting you to match her volume. you closed your eyes and begged louder this time,
"i-i need it baby, please fuck me.."
your voice shook but when you opened your eyes again, you saw that a few of the other women from the club had come to watch you from the pillars below you, sitting and waiting to see what would happen to next from just feet away.
"that's better, baby, good girl." her voice was syrupy and sweet and blended into the music playing.
blaire's praise made your body tense against the restraints, which amused her. she was feeling generous tonight and so, without more teasing, she positioned herself in between your legs. the feeling of her teeth nibbling your inner thighs and strangers staring at you made you squirm, your legs fighting against the ropes.
you felt your chest hollow and your brain empty as her tongue connected with your clit and her fingers slipped into you.
"i can't believe you got this wet for me," she said, just loud enough for you to hear.
"oh, fuck," you moaned, head falling back.
you could hear patrons giggling and whispering, no doubt discussing how pathetic you looked at this moment.
you felt blaire's mouth crack into a smile against your skin as her tongue explored you, finding all the spots she knew you liked. her fingers curled inside of you, pressing against soft muscle, making you whine.
she used you like a toy, playing with you until she was ready to move on, denying you an orgasm before she did. she pulled back from you and you whimpered, needing more of her. the small hilt of the white knife came into view, though, and you knew you were in for a treat.
cold metal ran up your leg. the sharp tip of the knife dragged from your knee to your hip, leaving a red mark. you looked at blaire with frenzied eyes and tried to silently communicate that you needed her. somehow, she seemed to get the message. she drew her knife up to your throat with a quick movement that made onlookers gasp audibly.
she had never done this before, but you didn't feel scared; only stared into her dark eyes, drowning in them. the feeling of her lips on yours pulled you out of the water, but you could still feel the sharp edge of the knife pressed against your chin. you let her kiss you however she pleased, unable to move your head. when she pulled away from you, you felt a small sting under your jawline, but paid it no mind. she smiled, sharp fangs visible, as her eyes grew with a hunger you had never seen before.
it was bliss. you felt warm and fuzzy, your head spinning. she was enjoying watching your eyes grow wide. you grew dizzy, deep in thought about how much you loved this woman. a dripping sound could now be heard, but you weren't sure if you cared what it was or where it came from.
blaire stood and found a place at the edge of the bed. it was only now that you could see her hands were dark and wet, covered in something.
"you've been so good for me, dear," she said, gently smiling at you.
the warm feeling in your chest began to dissipate, replaced by a frigid numbness. your neck ached as you stared at her and soon, a sticky, warm sensation began to spread across your body, starting at your shoulder. you tried to raise your head to see what it was, unsure of what the feeling could be, but before you could, blaire stepped towards you with her hand outstretched. she pushed your head back onto the bed silently, looking at you with sympathetic eyes now.
confusion bubbled up inside of you as you wondered why she would look at you that way. you tried to open your mouth to ask but suddenly felt too weak. from the corner of your eye, you noticed a dark stain spreading across the bed and realized the dripping sound was coming from the bed. the last thing you saw before an inevitable blackness was the face of the woman you'd spent the better half of year with, descending upon you with hungry eyes and bared fangs, her friends eagerly waiting to join the feast.
Trying to find that one text post about a butch4femme couple flirting with a baby butch and the femme suckin off the bby butch’s orange strap b4 they all go inside 😭 i remember it on your blog but tumblrs search wants to kill me specifically
Is this it? This scenario has taken up a lot of real estate in my brain lately.
Kinda want to invite a shy, inexperienced butch over and hang out on the patio talking about cars and boots, dogs and woodworking. Maybe throw a ball back and forth. Let my wife flirt with them all evening with her tits pouring out of a tight top. Watch their butch hand move over their denim clad cock to cover up how hard they get when she touches their shoulder and offers a glass of cold lemonade. Baby butch eyes staring as I smack and grab her ass as she heads back in the house.
"You want her to take care of that? She's really good.” I'll ask after a few torturous hours of expert level teasing from my wife. I look directly down at the bulge they can't keep their hands off so they know exactly what I'm talking about. There a long pause but I’m not uncomfortable with silence. I like seeing them squirm a bit. Before they can finishing squeaking out “uh are you suuurrreeeee?" l've let out a quick whistle to give my wife the signal she's been straining to hear all night.
She struts back out like a woman on a mission, lust reflected in the darkness of her eyes and looks over to me with a wink. She confidently kneels between our friend's thighs and slowly pushes her hands up their thighs, fingers meeting at the zipper. This is maybe my favorite part. Disbelief in the hooded eyes of a weak butch with a femme on her knees. My wife dips her hand into their now unzipped jeans and pulls out a thick, veiny, bright orange cock and immediate devours it. I watch that gorgeous head of dark hair bobbing up and down on a slick construction cone of a dick. She stops and laughs a little. “why do all dykes love orange?” then traces the head across her upper and then her bottom lip.
My own dick twitches at the sight of this but I’m a grown ass butch that can keep it together so I just continue to watch from a few feet away.
They continue. I start to hear little grunts, gasps of air, keys on a belt loop jangling, long labored breaths, and even an “oh god.” The butch looks over to me almost looking for approval. I don’t know what exactly they’re asking for, but I give my approval. Have your way, you harmless little thing. The butch takes one hand and laces it between thick chunks of my wife’s silky hair, grabbing onto her scalp. The other hand under her chin, holding her still. And I watch as they replace her movements with their rotating hips. Slowly fucking her mouth as they please. As if they’ve been picturing this for hours. I watch as their head falls back against the wicker patio furniture. They quicken the movement of their hips, raising their ass up to take as much as they can. Over and over. My wife shoots me a quick smile despite a cock in her mouth. I know she loves this. This might be her favorite moment. I watch this mesmerizing show for just the right amount of time and then I see it coming. Sweaty butch forehead and neck, hips and thighs finally crashing down to a stop, abs tightening over and over beneath a thin black tshirt, legs shaking, and an arm flung back to grab on to something, anything for dear life. My wife works her come-down magic, slowly milking out every spasm and groan. Lips dragging up the bright orange shaft, her eyes never leaving the butch’s face, wanting to drink in every ounce of the god complex she so rightfully earned.
I give my own dick a firm rub over my jeans and I don’t give the butch more than twenty seconds to recover before I help my lady up off her knees. I hold her hand, leading her inside and yell over my shoulder “Come on in. Now you can watch me fuck her.”
Hey, I hope it's okay to ask you questions?? If it's not feel free to just not answer me but I don't really know anyone in the stone butch/femme community and someone called me out for this
Can you identify as a stone femme if you enjoy giving your strap wearing partner oral? Everything else is a hard no for me but this i quite enjoy and I was informed that I cant label myself in this way and I was told to stop and said some other not so nice things. I just don't wanna offend anybody
Oh god I’m so mad someone is policing you on something like that. I have personal trauma from someone saying similar to me over a decade ago and I’m sorry you had to field that person’s own issues with identity. It hurts to know there’s still so much to overcome when we’re talking about stoneness.
And thank you for coming here to ask because I can 100% unequivocally without a doubt say giving your partner head with their dick or strap is not a disqualification for using the stone femme identity.
Fuck that person for saying that to you and making you question something so special about stone sex. On a daily basis I thank the heavens, all the gods, and infant baby jesus himself for stone femmes with a penchant for giving beautifully crafted head. It’s truly an art form and special skill to provide so much intense pleasure without physically touching your partner’s genitals. That’s the whole point. That’s what we appreciate about you. That’s what we want. You’re doing the thing, babe. You’re a stone femme.
