{"id":233,"date":"2018-02-06T22:05:53","date_gmt":"2018-02-06T22:05:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bettybutch.com\/?p=233"},"modified":"2019-05-22T19:05:07","modified_gmt":"2019-05-22T19:05:07","slug":"think-about-it-f-m-femdom-erotica","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bettybutch.com\/index.php\/2018\/02\/06\/think-about-it-f-m-femdom-erotica\/","title":{"rendered":"Think About It | F\/M Femdom Erotica"},"content":{"rendered":"

(Content Warnings:<\/strong> Hair pulling, shoe licking, femdom, Dominance\/submission, mild findom, reference to strap-on play.)<\/p>\n

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A white man’s hands typing at a laptop. The man is wearing a wedding ring. Source<\/a>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

He hears her heels on the hardwood floor in the hallway, but impulsively he decides not to look up from his computer when she steps into the room. It\u2019s a mistake and he knows it immediately<\/em>, her clicking steps ceasing as abruptly as they started; he\u2019s too stubborn to relent, though, his now-nervous gaze fixated on the lines of code he\u2019s spent all weekend digging through.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh sugar,<\/em>\u201d she says, clucking her tongue, and Trent swallows.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot now,\u201d he says waspishly, like a complete fucking fool<\/em>. He should be on his knees already, crawling towards his mistress, apologizing for his behavior \u2013 this was part of their agreement<\/em> \u2013 but he\u2019s already too deep to backpedal. He hunches his shoulders, face stitching itself into a scowl, like he can somehow be too manly to be in trouble. \u201cI\u2019m busy,\u201d he adds shortly, still not looking up, and it\u2019s the final nail in his coffin.<\/p>\n

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Brit has her pretty little hands in his hair before he has time to process that she\u2019s crossed the room; she pulls hard, the gesture somehow radiating calm<\/em> and control<\/em>, until he\u2019s forced to slide out of his desk chair and onto the floor. She keeps pulling, making him flail onto his hands and knees, and then shoves his head downward until his face is smashed indiscriminately against her expensive shoe.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck,\u201d he growls, low and masculine, anger flaring hot in his chest. \u201cWhat the fuck<\/em>, Brit?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou best watch your mouth, Trent<\/em>,\u201d Brit chastises, her southern accent bringing an almost maternal level of no-nonsense to her warning, \u201cAnd don\u2019t you dare<\/em> drool on my shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Trent hesitates, torn between retaining whatever control he has left by jerking away, or forfeiting its illusion and relaxing beneath her grip. They never discussed struggling. Brit is a little bit smaller than him, and he doesn\u2019t know every last detail of her history with men; he doesn\u2019t want to inadvertently hurt or upset her. He exhales, copes with his own attitude, and slumps his shoulders. \u201cYes, Mistress,\u201d he mumbles, kissing the gleaming toe of her vividly teal shoe. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mistress,\u201d he adds, turning the kiss into a nuzzle so he can linger at her feet.<\/p>\n

The hands in his hair loosen, and she starts to pet him instead, her flashily manicured nails working against his scalp like he\u2019s a beloved dog. \u201cThat\u2019s it, baby,\u201d she coos, moving into more of a crouch so she doesn\u2019t have to strain to reach him, \u201cYou bought me these, remember?\u201d Of course he does. He was hard for hours after they left the store. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you help me keep \u2018em clean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Trent groans and flattens out on his belly immediately, parting his lips to breathe heavily against her shoe before actually licking. He\u2019s careful with his licks, not wanting to leave unattractive smear prints on the material, but he\u2019s too eager to really take his time, pausing only to kiss at her feet whenever he strays close to her skin.<\/p>\n

From here he can see up her skirt, the thick tuft of her pubic hair held at bay by sheer black material that\u2019s so flimsy he can smell her pussy. He wants to taste her so badly he whines in the back of his throat as he works, but she only gave him permission to clean her shoes, not the damp crotch of her panties, so he doesn’t try his luck. He laps with the flat of his tongue, nostrils flaring as he breathes so he can enjoy the scent of her.<\/p>\n

She stands, turning her foot and lifting it enough to let him take the heel in his mouth. He resists the strong urge to suck like she\u2019s feeding him her cock: thick, rippled, and teal, just like her shoes. He knows she has it in her purse along with the harness; knows if he\u2019s good enough, she might<\/em> let him suck her off, even though he was an asshole before.<\/p>\n

Brit takes her feet away and steps around him. She briefly rests one heel on the back of his neck and presses hard enough to make him drop his face to the floor and cross his arms behind his back like they practiced. He\u2019s hard enough now that laying on the floor is starting to suck, but he doesn\u2019t give voice to the complaint, instead just nuzzling the wood to comfort himself. She removes her heel, his neck aching with its absence, and he hears her clipped steps as they take her towards his desk.<\/p>\n

Where his laptop is still open.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you save your work?\u201d Brit asks, not even trying to feign innocence.<\/p>\n

Trent swallows and closes his eyes, his erection flagging only minutely. \u201cNo, Mistress,\u201d he whispers to the floor.<\/p>\n

Her nails move over the keys, clacking with confidence for a few seconds before he hears his laptop being clicked shut: the actual<\/em> final nail in his coffin. His desk chair creaks slightly under her weight as she sits down, wheels gritting against the floor while she adjusts it to suit herself.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d saved a few hours ago, so it\u2019s not a catastrophic<\/em> loss, but his now-wasted afternoon churns in his stomach like ill-advised alcohol. He feels drunk with the punishment, the edges of his thoughts fuzzy with something he can\u2019t name but doesn\u2019t hate. Maybe even likes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re gonna lay there and think about what you plan on doin\u2019 the next time I come all the way up here to see your ungrateful behind<\/em>,\u201d Brit drawls, pronouncing it buh-hind<\/em> with a pop, and Trent can hear her finger tapping on her phone screen. He imagines she\u2019s scrolling through new shoes, as his credit card is already saved on her account; he hopes she finds something else in teal. The chair shifts, likely because she\u2019s crossing her legs, and he wishes he could look up to see if her skirt\u2019s ridden up over her gorgeous thighs. If she’s even wetter for him now that he’s being useful. \u201cY\u2019all outta know better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Mistress. I\u2019ll do better next time,\u201d Trent tells the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoney, I sure hope you do,\u201d she says, sighing, and goes back to playing on her phone in silence. Occasionally, his phone vibrates somewhere on his desk, probably with notifications from his bank as Brit pursues her favorite websites.<\/p>\n

Trent doesn\u2019t feel the need to scowl. He doesn\u2019t feel the need to do much of anything, except stay and think.<\/p>\n

Like my work and have some spare change? Consider buying me a coffee<\/a>!<\/em><\/h5>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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