Female led relationships discussion

I can’t quite believe last night really went down and there’s no one around to discuss it with, so I figured I’d share the story here even if it feels a bit self-indulgent.

Femdom has been a fantasy of mine for as long as I remember. Over the past eight months, my wife and I have worked out what an FLR means for us. From the start, I realized reality wouldn’t be some distant dream; I focused on her needs, making her life easier and boosting her pleasure. It’s been plenty of work at times, but neither of us has ever been happier.

Last week she mentioned it would be lovely to occasionally live out that fantasy with what she called a “fantasy evening.” She’d spent time learning my fetishes and desires, even asking me to send videos and blog posts that get her going. Saturday night we got back from dinner, and she had me strip down completely naked, locked in chastity (in the holy trainer), wearing a collar and one of those aprons she likes—telling me that was all I’d wear for the evening. I usually only keep the device on weekends, so it’s been nearly three weeks since I last orgasmed.

I ran her a bath and washed her body from head to toe (she has an incredible figure). She clipped my leash and walked me downstairs where I gave her a foot rub while we chatted for ages. The dynamic was simple: her on the couch, me on the floor. Later, she made me kiss her feet for about ten minutes. Then came a moment with my special jewelry (as she calls it) when she kissed it too and said clearly, “I want to be sure you understand: this isn’t coming off tonight, and don’t expect an orgasm anytime soon. I plan on taking full advantage of the evening.” She told me to go upstairs, crawling as I was, fetch her strap-on, which she would use to fuck me hard.

She made me crawl around her while she strapped it on and placed the insertable part inside us too. We’d only recently bought it; though she had used it gently before, last night felt like the first time I truly got fucked. I begged for release from my device, but she held firm. Once she was tired, she made me bite down hard on the base of the dildo, then mounted my face and rode it to multiple orgasms herself. It was one of the hottest, most frustrating experiences ever. I could see her pussy riding the toy while feeling my cock straining in our special jewelry (my mouth is sore this morning from holding that thing).

After resting for a bit, she smiled and said, “I’m going to let you fuck me now.” Relief washed over me. She ordered me up, attached the strap-on to her, and I saw where this was heading—looking back, I probably looked a bit panicked. Smiling again, she asked, “Didn’t I already tell you there’s no orgasm in your future for tonight? Now what do I want to hear?” (We play that game sometimes). After a long pause, I replied, “Thank you for not letting me cum.” She said, “You’re welcome. Come here and fuck me.” It felt strange—I went through all the motions, watching her pleasure while my privates remained locked beneath the strap-on.

She pushed me onto the couch and rode on top until she collapsed over me. We lay there for a long time. Finally, she looked at me and asked if I was okay. “Yes,” I said. She whispered that she loves me so much. I replied knowing it (she is my soulmate after all). Then she added, “This is what you wanted, and there’s no going back now.” She kissed me everywhere, yawned, and said it was late; she was heading to bed.

“Clean everything up,” she instructed, “then unlock yourself and come to bed.”

Last night was the hottest I’ve ever been involved in. I won’t lie—I’m a little frustrated, but wow, I love that it happened. Okay, I know this post is long-winded; as I said, maybe a bit self-indulgent—but I had to put it out somewhere or burst.