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Queening - Do it The Femdom Way

Queening is, in the sado-masochistic pantheon of arts, the use of the male face, mouth, and nose and tongue, as a substitute for sexual intercourse and masturbation, by the dominant woman.

It places the man in the most slavish, subservient position, under the woman’s buttocks and crotch. She sits on his face, or has his head trapped between her thighs. The whole event is devoted to her pleasure, her orgasms, and her time schedule. The man’s pleasure or pain, satisfaction or frustration, desires or fears are of little importance, if any. The woman’s clitoris, vulva, labia and vagina demand service.

Queening properly places the woman on top of the male face, using it ruthlessly and selfishly. The lady commands, the man obeys. Having the male slave erect, frustrated and unsatisfied adds to the sadistic pleasures enjoyed by the woman.

‘Queening’ by definition, requires a dominant, demanding woman and a subservient, obedient man. The woman must be concerned only with her personal pleasure and satisfaction. His mouth, lips, tongue and nose are merely live tools there to pleasure her labia, clitoris, vulva and vaginal passage. He must be trained, if necessary by painful punishment, in the proper use of his facial features.

She must gain the maximum delight and orgasmic satisfaction without concerning herself with her victim’s possible distress, humiliation and discomfort.

He is nothing more than a sexual toy or playing, as of no more importance than her lavatory pan, her sanitary towels, her dildo, her handkerchief, her lavatory paper, her condoms or contraception pills, or her vaginal douche - all quite necessary to her private sexual and private well being, but all usable and disposable.

Some women like to have a mouth-dildo attached to their slave’s head, sticking up from his open mouth as a ride-able accessory. This provides pleasant, full, vaginal passage orgasms, but prevents sucking and licking by the male victim.

Other women blindfold their prone slaves, thus deleting any possible visual pleasure they might obtain. A few cruel ladies inevitably urinate on to his face after having orgasmed. Others enjoy demanding mouth service right after enjoying satisfactory adultery with a lover, thus making the victim more humiliated.

Most talented queening ladies humiliate, taunt, torment, degrade and tease their victims before and after this enforced cunnilingus.

Riding the male face requires careful, skillful experience, as much as is required in learning to ride a horse. The hip and buttocks movements are the key to success. The careful placing of the cunt on the mouth or nose is, of course, essential, and might require some wriggling adjustment until the male’s service parts are properly positioned.

It may be that the lady wishes to have his nose against her anal rose while his mouth serves her vagina. She will, of course, be as rough and savage as she wishes at the moment she comes. At that moment she must not care in the least if he suffocates, or chokes. After satisfaction she can relax, still sitting on his face and enjoy a cigarette or a glass of wine. When she dismounts she will casually ignore the oral slave, dismissing him abruptly, sending him off to continue his housework, followed by taunts and insults.

Ah yes… the delightful arousal one feels when seeing the spankee’s reaction to upping the “unfairness” level during a scene..

I am tied to the bed, spread eagled and naked, arms and legs held taught, I am unable to move at all. I am blindfolded and hooded, only my mouth and lips are free. My caged cock is already throbbing, straining against the metal that encases me. She walks into the room, and my heart starts to race. What has she in store for me today. I feel her get onto the bed, and she sits on my chest. I feel the warms eminating from her pussy against my chest, and she leans down and whispers in my ear, "Are you ready my Kitty". I respond "Yes Mistress, always", and she gives my lips a kiss, slow, soft, sensual.

She reaches over and retrieves something from the side of the bed, and then I feel her spin around, and sense her as she lowers her crotch down over my face, just out of reach. I can smell her excitement, and my cock is really straining my cage now. The tone in her voice changes now, as she says to me "The rules are simple Kitty. You are going to worship my ass and my pussy until you make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours. Whilst you are doing that, I will be torturing your cock and balls. Lightly at first, but the closer you get me to cumming, the more intense the torture will become. Don't think about stopping or pausing your worship of me. That will only earn you an increased rate of abuse to your poor balls. There is only one way that I will stop, and that is when you push me over the edge. Every minute longer you take to get me there, the more intense it will become for you. I suggest for your sake, you don't take too long about pleasing me..."

With that, I feel a sharp crack to my right ball, I think from her riding crop. I involutarily flinch, and I hear a little laugh escape her lips before she settles down over my face. I immediately revel in the smell and taste of her, and I am in heaven. My tongue starts to dart around, seeking out the places I know she likes. I also start to feel her crop moving across my swollen balls and across my flesh poking out between the bars of my cage. The crop dissapears, but is quickly brought down in a firm stroke, stinging and sending a rush of endorphines through me. This continues for some minutes. I am now drenched in her juices, my tongue having delved as far as it can reach into her pussy and her ass. My lips have caressed her clit over and over, and I feel her cooing above me as she enjoys my ministrations upon her. My balls however are burning and the frequency and intensity of the beating they are receiving is steadily increasing, as she had promised. She tells me that my cock is leaking profusely, so it is obvious that I am enjoying this. Why else would I be producing so much precum.

I feel her weight shift, and she leans forward. I feel some tugging and pulling on my cock, and then all of a sudden I am free. She has removed my cage, and my cock instantly starts to swell. I soon fill to my usual 7.5 inches, and as she leans back to plant her pussy once more over my lips, I hear her say "Now we can really start to have some fun". With that, I start to feel all all out assault on my manhood. She's grinding her clit into me now, fucking my face, and her crop is going wild across the length of my shaft, across my sensitive head, and back down across my now extremely sensitive balls. Tears start to form in my eyes as I try to use my tongue to give her all the additional pleasure that I can, trying to block out the pain that is eminating from my manhood. The pace of her strokes on me continues to increase, the intensity of each stroke harder and more fierce than the last. I cannot move, I cannot protest, all I can do is to please my Mistress and give her what she needs, what she deserves.

Just when I don't think I can take it anymore, I feel her weight shift again, pressing down on my face, grinding more firmly against my lips, and I feel her start to shudder as she cums. I quickly dart my tongue around, drinking up her flood of juices, doing everything I can to prolong the wave of pleasure that she is riding. Eventually she stops moving, pulls herself away from me, and then lies down next to me. She kisses me, tasting herself on my lips, and one of her hands lazily starts to stroke my throbbing cock. She leans in close and once again whispers in my ear "Thank you Kitty, that was just what I needed. Are you ready for your reward now?"

I feel her snake herself down against my body. I feel her breasts drag across my chest, over my stomach, and I flinch as they drag across my cock. Her breasts move away, and I then gasp as I feel her mouth envelope the head of my cock. She runs her tongue over my sensitive head, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She starts to squeeze my balls as she takes more of my shaft into her mouth. I'm letting out groans of pleasure and I am sure giving her a good taste of precum as I feel that I am leaking like a firehose right now. Suddenly she removes her hand and her mouth, and I am left dangling on the edge of pleasure. I hear the lid of a bottle snap open and then I feel a cool oil being drizzled across my cock and balls. I feel her hands now start to massage me, sliding across my sore senstive balls after the beating she has just given them. Her other hand starts to stroke my cock, up and down, just running up to the flared base of my cock head. She knows where I am most sensitive. She knows how to get me to the edge and keep me there.

This goes on and on for I don't know how long. She has brought me to the edge of cumming so many times now that I have lost count. I am a mess, and can't think straight. All I want to do is to be able to cum. That's all I can think of. That is all that matters. There is nothing else. Her relentless edging has turned me into a quivvering pile of jelly, unable to form thoughts or words. She asks me, "Are you ready to cum now Kitty?". I nod. I think I say "Yes please Mistress", but I don't have enough functioning brain cells to know if what I said makes any sense. Either way, she picks up the pace, and I can feel the pressure rising in my balls as they start to contract, and I know that I am at the point of no return. Just as I am about to feel that glorious release, she takes her hands away, and I know she is smiling broadly as she watches my cock trob and twitch. My mind reels as I suddenly realise that she is runing this orgasm for me. I try to hump the air, desperate for that final bit of stimulation that will give me a glorious orgasm. I find no such stimulation though, and instead I feel my cock twitch and start to leak cum. No massive shots across my chest, but instead a steady stream of cum dribbling from my throbbing cock head. The pleasure I was expecting replaced with something an order of magnitude less. In desperation and disappointment I wimper, unable to contain my feelings of loss and devastaion.

She says to me "I'm not done with you yet. I want more cum from you". Just as I my cock gives its last twitch, I feel her firm hand grip my shaft once more, and using my cum as lube, she starts to pump me. As she reaches the top, she changes her grip, and starts to run her palm over my cock head. I throw my head back, arch my back, and scream out. This is too much. I am so sensitive, but that does not matter to her. She starts an intense session of post orgasm torture, caressing and teasing and rubbing my overly sensitive cock head. I can't think straight, I can't form words, I am crying and drooling, and I exist only as a focal point of pain and pleasure eminating from my cock head. The intensitiy is unbearable. As much as I can in my bonds, I am thrashing around. But no matter what I do, I cannot escape what she is doing to me. It will not end until she wants it to end. She is merciless in her torment, never letting up, never letting me even catch a breath. I feel like this has gone on for an eternity. Just as I think I might pass out from the pain, the pleasure starts to increase. I can start to feel that familiar tightening of my balls. It is overshadowed by the intensity of the pain but it is there, and it is steadily growing. My breathing quickens, and I can feel my eruption growing. The pressure seadily increasing. Finally, I scream out and erupt in ecstasy, waves upon waves of pleasure course throughout my body. I feel hot splashes of cum land on my body, and then I feel her mouth cover the head of my cock, and she slowly sucks out the last few pulses of cum from me.