A Femdom Story of Control and Denial of Sex

A Femdom Story of Control and Denial of Sex

Jennifer and Sam had been dating for a few months now, but she was already the dominant one in their relationship.

She loved to tease him mercilessly and make him do all the chores around the house while she laughed at him from her throne-like chair. He never complained, though; he just kept smiling weakly as if nothing was wrong.

Sam knew what Jennifer wanted from him—to crawl around on his knees like a pet begging for any attention or kisses that may come his way—and he obliged without fail. In fact, it gave Jennifer so much pleasure to see Sam groveling before her that she started requiring it more often than not whenever they were alone together in the same room.

It wasn't only chores and crawling around on his knees that Jennifer demanded of her boyfriend; no, there were other things too: compliments about how beautiful and powerful she looked every day; gifts of jewelry or clothing when it pleased her fancy; massages after long days spent working hard…the list went on indefinitely.

But sex? That was something entirely off limits according to Jennifer’s rules—no matter how desperately poor Sam pleaded with her! All in all, even though their relationship wasn't exactly conventional by most standards, both parties seemed quite happy with their arrangement nonetheless…at least for now!

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