Feelin' Slick! (Rubberist, Latex and PVC Fetishism)
Loved and Locked at Splendid River Retirement Home (Gerontophilia, Sadism, Masochism, Serviphilia, CBT)
And a Virgin Shall Be Your Reward (Stupprator, Parthenophilia)
Neighborhood Peep Show (Apodysophilia, Cuckholding, Troilism)
EXCERPT FROM:
BIZARRE FEMDOM FETISHES: Explore the Forbidden World of Fetishists – Volume 1 of The Paraphilia Series
Kurt's Suckling Fetish (Lactophilia)
by Karina
A few months after our second (and last) child was born, I was having sex with my husband one night and he asked if he could drink my milk. I was still nursing and, while the request seemed a bit odd at the time, I was never one to shy away from weird stuff in bed. I said sure. Little did I know that request would result in me lactating for many more years to come (I still do) - including long after weaning our youngest child.
That first night, my husband latched on and it only took him a few minutes, with some instruction from me, to start the milk flowing. I was lying on my back with my head on the pillow and he was lying with his head in the crook of my arm, his mouth around my nipple, my breast positioned outward toward him. Breastfeeding was never more than a caregiving effort on my part with the children. I've heard weird stories about women getting sexually aroused when their babies nursed but that never happened to me.
In bed with my husband, it was strange at first but, when his suckling started becoming part of our sexual ritual, things changed pretty dramatically for both of us.
Kurt has always been pretty passive and submissive. He doesn't talk much; never gets into arguments if he can help it. I'm pretty calm, too, but somebody has to rule the roost and that's always been me. Kurt wants me to handle the finances and the children. He earns a good living and I am a stay-at-home mom, content to run the household. I cook, I clean, I nurture.
The next time we had sex after that first night, Kurt again asked if he could have some milk but he now called it "his milk." He said, "Can I have my milk now?" I once again lay on my back and he put his head in the crook of my arm. When my milk came down, he gulped eagerly, and made happy sounds, just like a baby. While he was drinking, he used his other hand to fondle my other breast, which got me excited. These suckling sessions escalated to him sucking hard and fast while I was on top, fucking him. He would lean forward, and latch on just as he started to cum, which seemed to make his orgasms stronger. That's when we started having sex almost every night (and still do).
A few months later, I'd weaned the baby but Kurt kept my milk supply going, now nursing first thing in the morning, behind our closed bedroom door right when he got home from work each day, and several times at night, even while I tried to sleep. I started sleeping nude so he wouldn't have to navigate my nightgown in the middle of the night. Of course, that led to even more frequent sex.
I'm embarrassed to admit that sometimes he would even come home at lunch to get "his milk." He was pretty addicted to it. It was our secret, which made it even more exciting for both of us.
Strangely, the more he seemed to "need" to suckle my breasts, the more I enjoyed it. I loved having him depend on me for his physical, sexual, and nurturing needs all in one and he was absolutely devoted to me (still is).
Our bedroom suckling progressed further. Kurt started asking for his milk when we were out on our weekly dates together. I admit I found it excited to pull down my blouse and bra inside the car while sitting in a crowded parking lot so Kurt could start sucking my tits...
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EXCERPT FROM:
FEMDOM FIRSTS! How Dominant Women and their Submissive Males Entered the BDSM Lifestyle - Volume 1 of the WellHeeledDominatrix.com Collection
She Likes Staying Wet
by the Pool Boy
I guess my wife has always been somewhat of an exhibitionist. What many women would be too timid to wear, she does. Dresses that expose all her cleavage, right down to her belly button, high skirts that have people staring to catch a glimpse of her ass...or more, see-through tops. You know the type. That woman you won't take home to your mother. Well, I did take her home to my mother...and my parents can't stand her. I don't care. I have the sexiest eye candy on the street, probably in town. Other men envy me. I know how good I have it. They probably assume she wears that stuff to impress me, and to make me proud. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Goddess (that's what she makes me call her) wears those sexy outfits to attract other men, and to make me jealous. It works and I like it.
But, back to the beginning. I was going to tell you how our roles have always been reversed. I can't tell you when I started to get sexually aroused by being degraded and humiliated. I guess that would be a conversation for a shrink. No, I don't have one and I don't want one. I like the way I am.
We hadn't been dating long when Goddess started showing signs of frustration in my words and actions, pretty much everything I did. You know, leaving my socks on the floor, not calling her back right away, not noticing she trimmed her hair. Things like that. I didn't understand why she was complaining about small stuff. I thought maybe she was already getting tired of me so I tried hard to impress her in every way, hoping she would stick around. The more I tried to make her happy, the more angry she seemed to get. I swear it was like she looked for stuff to complain about. One night, she suggested some "punishment" might help me mend my ways. I was getting desperate at that point to make her happy so I agreed. I had no idea that she meant sexual punishment. By the end of that night, I had a rosy-red ass and I was thinking of more ways to upset her just so I could have another painful spanking!
Looking back, that's the night the tone was set for the rest of our courtship and marriage. The very next day, she wanted to lay out, and get a tan by my pool. I have a large backyard with a low stone wall surrounding my garden and pool. Don't be too impressed. That garden is tended to by my fantastically talented gardener. I never touch it. But, it's nice to look at. The pool has a rock waterfall and the sound is very relaxing. It's a quiet neighborhood and even the neighbors comment about the soothing sound of my waterfall.
Goddess was lying on her stomach on the lounge chair when I came out to offer her a drink. She snapped that it had taken me too long, and asked why I didn't already know she wanted a Mai Tai. I shook my head. Was I going to be punished for not being psychic now? I hoped so! I quickly went inside to make her Mai Tai at the bar.
I then came outside, stood above her, and waited for her to roll over. She yelled at me for my shadow being on her. "My tan will be uneven!" As she sat up, her untied bikini top was left on the lounge. She turned over and her tits bobbed as she reached for the glass. I couldn't help but stare. After weeks of lying by my pool, her small bikini had left white triangles on her breasts and her dark nipples were square in the middle of those triangles. I felt myself getting hard.
I licked my hot lips. "Suntan oil, dear?" I prayed she would say yes. She did.
She placed her drink on the table, and laid down flat on her back. I bent over, and grabbed the brown bottle of oil. I sloshed a bunch on my hand, and then bent over, and started rubbing it on her legs first. I worked my way up to her thighs. As my fingers brushed the front of her bikini bottoms, she spread her legs slightly. Yes!!! I barely dipped my fingertips under the edges of the bikini so as not to miss any spots. If I did, there would be hell to pay. I then moved to the top of the bikini bottoms, and dipped my fingertips in again.
She said, "Take them off." I thought I was going to lose it right there. I slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees, and then her ankles, and then dropped them on the ground. I leaned over her again, and poured the warm oil directly on the white triangle surrounding her shaved mound. It was so
white. I feared it would get burned but I figured she knew what she was doing. If it got burned, maybe she'd let me rub lotion on it later... She took her legs off the lounge, and put her feet on either side of it, on the ground. I sat between her legs then, and made sure every millimeter of her glistening pussy was covered in oil. She was moaning pretty loudly by then and I quickly looked over the stone wall to my neighbor's yard. Thank goodness nobody was out there at the moment. I spread her pussy lips apart, and ducked my head between her legs. The oil smelled like coconut, but didn't taste like it. I didn't care. I swirled my tongue over and under her cunt, in and out. I inserted my well-oiled fingers first into her pussy, and then her ass, which she loved. The faster my tongue swirled, the more she gyrated her hips, and the louder she moaned. She came pretty quickly after that, and then visibly relaxed on the lounge. I stood up, moved beside her, and poured oil on her white tits. I massaged them for a long time and she was getting worked up again, her dark nipples puckered and standing straight up, facing the sun. When I picked up the bottle to pour more on my hands, I dropped it and it sloshed onto her neck and hair. Before I could even reach to grab it, I felt a sharp slap across my cheek. She screeched, "You fool! Can't you do anything right?!"
I stood up, apologizing and reaching for a towel. She grabbed it from me, wiped the oil from her neck, and tried to get it out of her hair. It was no use. I couldn't even look in her eyes. I knew they were spewing fury. She stood up, shaking and still completely nude, and screeched, "Take off your clothes!"
I glanced again over the stone wall and I was horrified to see our neighbor, Jerry, and he was looking right back at me, clearly enjoying the show. Goddess followed my gaze, and noticed Jerry, too. She didn't seem to care that he was staring at her heaving chest and her pussy tan lines.
"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES, NOW!!!"
I did, and left them on the hot cement. I glanced at Jerry again. He was still staring, a smile on his face. I was so embarrassed but I didn't have much time to dwell on our audience.
Goddess gritted her teeth, and spewed, "Get on your hands and knees! NOW!"
I did as I was told. The cement was so hot! I was embarrassed to realize my cock was getting hard. I didn't know if it was from the oncoming punishment or from the humiliation of having an audience.
I turned my head, and saw Goddess walking toward the edge of the small garden. She grabbed a small branch, and pulled. It easily cracked off the trunk. As she walked back to me, she was running her fingers over the stick. Her naked, oily body was glistening in the sun.
She quickly walked up behind me, and proceeded to give me about 20 licks with the stick. Each one hurt worse than the previous swing. The more she whipped me, the more sore my ass became. A couple of times, that stick came dangerously close to my balls! I was moaning, and crying, and begging her to stop but my sobs seemed to make her even angrier.
She threw the stick down, and ordered me to the pool. I started to get in but she stopped me.
"Sit on the side. I'll be right back."
I sat down and the hot cement scorched my already blistered butt.
She disappeared inside and I looked over at Jerry. He was still smiling and he whispered loudly, "You lucky asshole!"
Goddess emerged from the house then, and approached the pool. She had a large wooden spoon in her hand. Her favorite one from the kitchen. She stepped into the pool, and walked down the two steps. She dropped down, and got her entire body wet, before putting her head under. When she emerged, she was dripping from everywhere. She was so beautiful. I noticed the spoon was dripping, too. I was so hot but I knew asking her if I could get in the water would not work. She never let me do what I really wanted to.
She said, "Put your hands behind your head, and lock your fingers." I did.
She approached me, walking to the first step. She said, "Spread your legs." I obeyed again.
She then raised the wooden spoon...
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Table of Contents
About Nika Bella Dea
The Best Night of My Young Life
Professor Miller, You WILL Give Me an A!
His Best Friend's Mom
Doms in Training
Punishing Cheaters
A Housewife Turns the Tables
Where An Indistinct Conversation Can Lead
A Cuckold's Captured Cock
The Apple Men and the Dragon Lady
Billy Getting Exactly What He Wants
Legacy of a Slightly Dom, Widowed MILF
Part I - Deanna’s Dominant Day
Part II - Deanna’s First Night
Part III - Deanna’s Dominance Reigns
Feminizing Barry
Keeping Secrets
Brian’s Ass Worship
Student Servitude
Ann’s Aversion Therapy
Bound and Gagged
Polyamory
Dying to Uncage His Cock
My First Time
The Apprentices Go Head to Head
Charlie Gets the Rent Sorted Out
Janet and Susan Take You to the Cleaners
Lady Sara Takes Charge
My Dancing Days
My Very Last Hurtle
Downsizing
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