“FEMDOM CHOCOLATE STORY” – search term

By | 9th May 2017

This kinky little fantasy scene was prompted by a search term that had evidently brought someone to my site. He (I assume it was a he) would have been disappointed as there is no story here linking Female Domination and chocolate. Well, there wasn’t; not till now. I decided that if “Chocolate Femdom Story” is what people want, then that is exactly what they should have.

I kneel in front of her high backed chair, hands by my sides. I have only been in her serene presence for ten minutes yet I am already deeply under her spell, the cares of the day slipping away to be replaced by a sense of calm submission to the Mistress. I have no idea what she has planned, though the electricity that already crackles between us suggests we are both in the mood for something demanding.

She reaches behind herself then extends her hand towards me, palm closed.

“Black or White?”

I frown, not comprehending this new game.

“It’s not a difficult question!  Choose!”

“Black, then,” I reply. Her hand opens, revealing a button of dark chocolate. She places it on my tongue, its bitter sweetness my reward for a correct guess. Her hand reaches to the back of the chair once more; I hear a small rustle before it returns.

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“Black or White?”

“Black again, Mistress”

Her palm turns upright to reveal a white chocolate button which is transferred not to my lips but to hers. I see her lipstick wrap lusciously round it before it disappears.

I wonder where this new…. SLAPPPP!!…an explosion in my cheek as her hand whips out across my face. It’s shocking in its suddenness; intense, vicious. A punishment far beyond my simple miss-guess crime.

“Ouch, that hurt!” I protest.

“Well guess better this time then! Black or White?”

Which? Are there equal numbers of the dark and the white? My decision is based only on a preference for dark chocolate and my relief is palpable when she opens her palm to reveal the brown disk and feeds it to me. This time she slips her finger into my mouth and lets me suck the chocolate and her together. It’s sensual and erotic.

Another button.

“Black,” I feel I’m on a roll with the dark chocolate.

Her slap moves my whole body sideways.

Immediately her hand is back, demanding an answer before I’ve recovered my equilibrium, before I’ve dealt with the pain and the shock of her hard slap

“Choose or I’ll slap you anyway!”

“Black”

Slap!

“Black”

Slap!

Hesitate this time;  surely it must come black now.”Black.” A fourth hated white button slips between her lips and disappears

Slap! Fucking Ouch! This is no longer a kinky game. It’s serious BDSM and I’m already struggling to deal with it.

…….”White” in desperation. Her hand turns up slowly, finally revealing a dark chocolate button

Slap!

My whole face is hot  from her hand, involuntary tears on my cheek. Hers have a glint of amusement mixed with the excitement that always shows when she’s hurting me. She holds my face in her hands looking into my eyes, her touch cool and soothing.

“I know,” she says. “I know. It hurts. Poor you.”

The relief is only temporary, one hand disappearing behind her while the other stays on the hot skin of my cheek.

“White”

Correct. She feeds me the over-sweet white button, letting her finger run over my lips as she does so.

“Black”

Correct. Its only a chocolate button but to be fed like this, close up and looking directly into her eyes, is intensely erotic. I feel submissive, reduced as I am to a child-like level of dependence on the beautiful woman in front of me.

“Black.” A hard slap with the back of her hand nearly has me on the floor. I grip her bare thighs for support.

“Black.” Back of her hand again; I’m ready for it but it makes my teeth rattle.

“White!!” shouted aloud in desperation

“Good boy.” I don’t want the bloody white button. I’m starting to feel feint and I need a glass of water. It’s only the fact that my hands are still on her thighs that lets me swallow the safe word down with the chocolate.

“White.” It’s black. Both hands slap the sides of my face simultaneous. An involuntary tear runs down my cheek.

I look up at her, eyes begging her not to hit me.

“Black,” my voice is smaller this time and I’ve guessed wrong. Both hands slap my cheeks again. It’s agony.

“Please Mistress, please.” I feel tears on both cheeks.

“Please what? What do you want? Are you going to bail out on me, boy?”

“No, Mistress; but it’s just so……” my voice peters out as her hand appears again. I stare miserably at her closed fist, desperately trying to penetrate her flesh and bone with my gaze.

“White, Mistress?” It’s black. Of course it’s bloody black. Stinging slap.

The skin of my cheek feels like paper; the too thin flesh underneath feels bruised and tender. How much longer must I keep this up?

“Black.” Wrong. Slap!

“Black.” Correct. Eat the button.

“Black”. Wrong. Slap!

“White! White. Please be Whiiite!” I cry it out, begging for her to show me a white button. Black. A brutal two handed slap!

My head down, looking at her feet. I’m crying a continuous stream of wet tears; I’m crying from the pain and the helplessness, crying from the depth of my submission.

I’m crying because I’m lost and I need her to take my hand in hers and lead me home.

“Please, Mistress; Please stop.”

“Look at me!” I lift my swollen face to look imploringly into her eyes, shoulders shaking, tears rolling down my hot cheeks. I’m waiting for her decision; needing her to tell me I’ve taken enough, needing her to be pleased with me. Utterly hers, my whole being waits for her to decide my fate.

After all the canings, the whippings, and the ferocious beatings that I’ve taken from her; after endless hours of incredible physical and emotional intensity, she’s finally broken me.

She’s broken me with a bag of chocolates and her hand.

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Regular readers of the blog will know I’m not above writing something that appears to be fiction, only at the end revealing it is a description of a real session. I can’t do that here as this is only what it seems; a “Femdom Chocolate Story” prompted by a search term.

This is not a scene Elita and I have played out……..

……not yet anyway.

 

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5 thoughts on ““FEMDOM CHOCOLATE STORY” – search term

  1. Marie Rebelle

    This is stunning! I’m not a fan of face-slapping but damn, the BDSM in this is seriously hot. I love it! And very well written too!

    Rebel xox

    PS: You can also link it to Sexy Searching on the Wicked Wednesday site. That’s an ongoing meme for search terms 🙂

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    1. Mimi Bordeaux

      Hi everyone. I’m not a fan of hardcore BDSM, however I like LIGHT BDSM. Spanking, gags, tie ups are fun if they are mutually consented. Good story 🙂

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  2. Molly

    This is a very intense read. I found myself almost holding my breath with each reveal of the colour waiting to see if he was right or not.

    Mollyx

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