Sure, we’ve all seen the familiar fem dom tropes. Some of us might have even tried one or two (don’t worry, your bedroom’s secrets are safe with me). But even though lots of the ‘usual’ kinks work well, there is so much more to fem dom than brandishing a whip, wearing a leather corset, and occasionally saying the words “you’re such a bad boy” to your submissive.
As never all that turned-on by the ubiquitous ‘kitten-with-a-whip’ scenario, even from early on in my interests to now many years later as I make my living penning erotic literature, I have always tried to infuse what many would consider niche erotic content (spanking stories, satire mixed with smut, BDSM play scenes) with slightly-to-the-left-of-usual concepts, themes, and characters. So, when I came to write and consider my collection, No Whip, No Problem, I found I was writing and amassing short stories where I made sure to be very creative where the action and characters were concerned. Just to be clear, the tried-and-true approach of fem dom is all perfectly fine, powerful, and has undoubtedly fueled many a late night for me. But I just wanted to try my mind and flying fingers at short pieces where the woman leading the action did not dominate with a cat o’ nine tales or was dressed as a teacher or nun.
As has been my experience, writing what I do in my personal life and paying close attention at the kink conventions I teach at (or ‘taught’ at, our shutdown times have all but stopped these get-togethers) most people ‘into’ BDSM play come to it, in their delicious specific way. Although there are many places where we look for the same tasty elements to get us going and keep us there, lots of sex play (kink and not) usually ends up being as unique and individualistic as the people playing. So I think many of us, sub/dom switch, novice or lifestyle-r, have probably already infused our play with something non-traditional.
What falls under the umbrella of non-traditional fem dom? I’m prompted to say: ‘read my book to find out.’ But I can’t be pimping my wares at all times, I know. So here are a few quick, overall suggestions and after a short excerpt from my last book:
- Bondage without bonds. Immobilizing one’s slave can be as easily achieved by threats of what will happen if/when they move as tying them down so they can’t.
- Humiliating storytime. Sitting and sipping a glass of wine with a bestie, discussing what you have put your slave/sub/partner through while that slave/sub/partner sits between you both, can be terrible teasing. Indeed, you need to vet/know your visitor/witness well; it does no good, not to mention is intrusive, to just spring your latest sexcapade on a friend or family member.
- Developing and exploiting triggers. During a scene, the music you play, the scent of the candles you light (and later even use) as much set a mood as will bring your sub/slave/bottom round real quick if and when they encounter these ‘triggers’ when not submitting. Ask your home’s virtual assistant to play one of your scene songs during non-play time, or wear that perfume that goes so well with your leather corset during a simple movie date.
There are plenty more ways in which to enact some fem dom without ever having to pick up a paddle or bring a paraffin candle into the bedroom. Given a little time, attention, and consideration of what seems to best charge your kinks, for both you and your slave, you are bound to find plenty of ways to tweak the intrigue, dread, and mayhem.
From No Whip, No Problem, published by Pink Flamingo (No Whip, No Problem (pinkflamingo.com):
Jenna came to sit at the right side of her bed, Alberta, the left. I wasn’t scared, maybe a bit embarrassed, but as all Alberta was seeing was my little butt, and Jenna was naked, I figured it was my girl who was the most vulnerable. Still, I had to give her props for her ingenuity and courage, inviting Alberta over.
“That’s a fine tight white ass you got there, my man,” Alberta said.
“Oh, he knows it,” my girlfriend said.
“Gonna make him pay the piper, tonight, huh?” she asked Jenna.
It was more than a bit unnerving to be talked over like this, but my cock was hard as hell. I liked Alberta, had always found her smoking hot, and what man doesn’t want two women attending him at any time, especially when he’s naked?
I gave the pillow a little hump.
“Save that for later,” my girlfriend said as Alberta laughed, “You’re gonna need all you can muster when we turn you over.”
Jenna would never go in for a typical threesome, so I had no idea what they were going to do when they did flip me on my back. Maybe I was beginning to doubt what was going to happen.
“Mmmm,” Alberta said, placing her hand was on my left ass cheek.
Jenna took hold of my right, and the girls began to massage me.
I looked over my right shoulder, then left, then lay flat again as the women kneaded my skin and then pulled my cheeks apart.
“Embarrassed, baby?” Jenna asked as I tried not to but humped the pillow hard.
“You said you’ve fucked his ass, right?” Alberta asked as the women held me pinned and open.
“Yes, it’s not my favorite thing, but yes,” my girl answered.
Shit, how much had Jenna discussed our sex life with Alberta, I wondered.
“Lubed that hole then plowed in.”
“Just the way he said, yeah.”
“He have a raging hard-on during?”
The girls released my ass and stood.
“Whacked him with most everything?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Jenna said, and I heard, for the first time I could remember, just the very tickle of boredom in her voice. “I mean, a spanking, ok, I get it. It’s not the kinkiest thing, but he likes it, so, ya know?”
“Yeah, I know,” Alberta agreed. “We do what we have to do.”
“Probably getting’ all hard just us talking about him.”
“Oh, that’s for damn sure,” Jenna said, her voice brightening. “He likes to talk about his fantasies just as much as he likes to do them. I can’t tell you the amount of time we’ve even spent texting all he wants me to do to him.”
I tried not to fuck the bed then, I really did. They were right, being talked over like this, even if what they were saying seemed to be an assessment bordering on criticism (at least from Jenna) was humiliating and in a way, this was more arousing than the two of them examining my anus only seconds before.
“Dick’s gotta be hard by now.”
“Oh, sure, sure.”
I felt one of them kneel on the bed, a quick hand on my ass, then the brush of breasts on my back as I realized Jenna was on me.
“Baby, we are going to untie you now,” she began. “Stay where you are
until I tell you to turn over. Understand?”
I nodded into the pillow, and then my girlfriend was off of my back.
The girls were at my head then, and I looked from one to the other as they untied my wrists, both pretty and set in their enterprise, neither regarding me or even each other. Then they got to my feet and freed my ankles.
“Ok,” Jenna whispered from someplace behind me. “Turn over, turn over.”
I slowly rolled to do as she asked, fully aware that now Alberta was going to see a bit more of me then maybe I even wanted her to. Sure, I was fully erect, and I was the biggest fan of my cock, but flipping over meant that we had stepped from a flirty fun, not-every-day kinky occurrence into the land of the truly naughty, all at Jenna’s prompting.
“Keep spread,” she said as I settled on the bed best I could. She reached to help tent the pillow under my lower back, so my cock was jutting up high for their inspection.
The ladies sat on either side of my hips again.
“Nice balls…” Alberta said, “…and he manscapes well.”
“Yes, he does,” Jenna agreed as the two women looked under at my taint. “But what do you think about his size?”
I was shuttering then, as amazed that this was all happening as that I would allow such a metered inspection.
“Not sure,” Alberta mused, looking down at my erection with my girlfriend.
She leaned in just enough that her big left boob obscured my sight. Peering through the lacey thinness of her slip, I could just about make out the bottom slope of her…
“Can he get bigger?” she asked.
“Probably,” Jenna said, and looking up at me, she smiled slightly and asked: “Can you baby?”
The two women leveled me with wide-eyed glances as I just lie there transfixed from one to the other, aching for either (or both) to touch me, maybe even share a blowjob.
“Go ahead. Stan, show us,” Jenna said, and I moaned deeply despite myself.
Ok, if that was the game that they wanted to play, I’d play it.
Reaching my right hand to my cock, I grabbed it mid-shaft and began rubbing. I’d damn well come for them if they wanted and could even then see a bit of dew on my cock head. ‘You wanna see bigger,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll show you bigger…’
“Mmm, now look at that,” Alberta said and shifted her butt just enough that her big tits bounced under her lingerie. Another few wiggles from her, and I knew I’d be shooting for sure.
“Yes, baby,” Jenna said, and I huffed, grabbed harder, and looked over to her smiling down at me. “You can do it. You can.”
“Fu…ck,” I growled, pushing my left palm just under my belly button, really fucking my right hand then.
“I’m not sure,” Alberta said, looking down hard at me pulling and writhing. “I mean, he’s about to pop, but I don’t think he’s gonna get much bigger.”
“Yeah, he’s definitely close,” Jenna offered, and looking from my dick to my eyes asked me: “You are, right baby? Gonna come soon, right?”
I could only moan in answer.