#dom!fem!reader

Your continuous footsteps through the silent corridors were the only echoing sound. A meeting with the other Hashira had just ended, and as agreed with the master, you were to wait a while before entering the Ubuyashiki mansion, so as not to cause murmurs among the slayers. Amane greeted you with a smile at the entrance, and then told you where Kagaya was, saying he was going to take the children for a short walk.

You adjusted your uniform slightly as you stood in front of the door to the room where he was, and then carefully opened it, seeing Kagaya's frail, reclining figure turn gently towards you, a smile illuminating his pale face.

_Good morning, master - You said as you approached him, a low chuckle escaping him thin lips.

_You don't need to call me that here, dear... -His loving whisper made you smile as you knelt beside the tatami.

_Force of habit... How are you feeling today? - You comment with a hint of concern, running your fingers through his dark hair and making him lean in at your touch.

_A little better, my body has been healthier since this morning - He murmurs with a joyful sigh at your constant caresses.

_That's very good, is there anything you'd like me to do for you? - As soon as your question hits him, he opens his eyes, the gentle lilac pools focusing on your face.

_Actually... This is going to sound very inappropriate, forgive me, but... It's been a while since Amane brought me something to use, I was wondering if you could do this for me, she's very afraid of hurting me sometimes so... I thought you could... - At his timid words, you raise an eyebrow, still slightly confused, the tips of your fingers stopping the caresses.

_Well, if you tell me what it is, I can help - Your slightly provocative words made him blush a soft, rosy color, while his trembling hands timidly fiddled with the soft white blanket spread across his body.

_...There's a wooden box hidden under some kimonos in the bedroom wardrobe, can you get it? Y-you'll understand... - His vague answer piqued your curiosity as you stood up and walked to the location.

Moving aside some clothes, you quickly found what you were looking for and calmly took out the box, opening the lid and feeling your eyes widen slightly, but then you smiled.

_You could have just said so, you didn't need to be so mysterious about it, Kagaya... - You said with a reassuring smile as you walked back to him. Inside the box, a polished wooden dildo held by faux leather straps was displayed, and a half-used bottle of natural oil lotion lay beside it.

_I-I'm sorry, it's just... I feel a little dirty saying things like that - He whispered, his voice fading, burying his marked face in the pillow, feeling its comforting touch rest upon it.

_Don't be embarrassed... Of course I can do that - You said, turning to observe him, feeling your hand touch his chin and turn him to look at you again.

You had to fulfill the desires of your dear partner and master, didn't you?

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_That's right... take a deep breath... you're doing well - The comforting words you uttered helped him keep his thoughts minimally organized, even though he felt like a blushing mess molded in your hands.

Your fingers intertwined with his, the comforting contact making his body relax even more. His muscles contracted; it was only the tip inside his soft entrance, but he was determined to go all the way. He had endured it before, so he wanted to endure it now. His penis was hard as it leaked pre-ejaculate, desperately awaiting prostate stimulation.

_O-oh! - A higher-pitched, louder moan broke his usually gentle and calm voice, his eyes welling with tears as the toy fully expanded.

Your arms gently held his trembling body, while your hips met his smoothly, the sound and aroma of the floral oil completing the erotic scene. With her fingers teasing its pink, hard length, making him groan and let out a small cry at the sensitivity of his body.

_A-ah! P-please, darling... f-faster - His stammered plea makes you smile, as he arches his back as much as his strength allows.

_You look so beautiful like this... - A mischievous and sweet purr from you makes him feel a wave of relief and pleasure course through every cell of his body, his cock trembling and begging to come.

When your movements become faster, hitting that spongy spot inside him, making his body yield slightly, leaning against you as he rolls his eyes.

_I-I'm close... - Kagaya whispers with a faltering voice as if asking for permission, his reddened penis throbbing between your bodies.

_You can enjoy it, darling... - With your confirmation, he grips your shoulders with a strength almost imperceptible to you, while his sensitive length shoots his whitish semen onto his own pale belly.

His uncontrolled breathing keeps you on edge as you gently lay him back down on the soft tatami mat, caressing his face and showering it with compliments.

_I love your relaxed face like this... - He smiles at your words, feeling your care as you wipe him with a small white cloth.

Wanda Maximoff was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t just one of the top CEOs in the business world—she was the CEO everyone wanted to emulate. Known for her sharp tongue and colder-than-steel demeanor, she ruled her empire with a level of precision and control that left no room for mistakes. People feared her, respected her, even admired her, but no one got close to her. Not personally, at least.

So when she walked into your university lecture hall, flanked by her assistant and a couple of professors, her presence was electric. Every student sat a little straighter, their pens ready to scribble down any wisdom she was about to impart.

You, however, weren’t like the rest.

You sat back, your pen poised but not moving, studying her instead of taking notes. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she made her way to the podium, her tailored suit hugging her in ways that screamed power and money. Her chestnut hair was perfectly styled, and her icy green eyes scanned the room, taking stock of her audience.

Then her gaze landed on you.

It was a fleeting moment, but you saw it—the faint crack in her mask. Her jaw tightened, her eyes widened just a touch, and her lips parted before she quickly composed herself. But it was enough. You smirked, leaning back in your chair as if you already owned the room. She looked away, but you caught her sneaking another glance before she began her lecture.

Throughout her presentation, she kept glancing at you. Your smirk only grew as you pretended not to notice, your pen now gliding across your notebook. You took notes, but it was more for show than anything else. The real prize wasn’t her words—it was her attention.

When the lecture ended, the other students swarmed her, eager to ask questions, get advice, or maybe just be noticed by someone of her stature. You didn’t move. You stayed in your seat, letting the others do their thing. You knew your moment would come.

Eventually, the crowd thinned out, and the professor excused themselves, muttering something about a meeting. That left just you and Wanda in the lecture hall.

She didn’t leave. Instead, she hovered near the podium, her eyes darting in your direction as if she were waiting for something. You stayed seated, your pen spinning idly between your fingers.

Finally, you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk. “So, Miss Maximoff,” you called, your voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. “Are you always this…in control? Or is it just a professional thing?”

Her head snapped in your direction, her composed mask slipping for just a second. She hesitated, her perfectly polished demeanor cracking under the weight of your gaze. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice steadier than you expected, but her hands betrayed her. She clenched them at her sides, as if to stop them from fidgeting.

You tilted your head, your smirk deepening. “Oh, I think you do. You walk in here, commanding the room, acting like you’ve got it all together. But I wonder…” You stood, closing the distance between you and her, your steps slow and deliberate. “Is it the same when no one’s watching? When it’s just you and someone who…sees you?”

She inhaled sharply, her cheeks flushing. She didn’t back away, but her eyes flicked to the door as if considering an escape.

You leaned on the desk beside her, your eyes locking onto hers. “Relax, Miss Maximoff. I’m not going to bite.” A pause. “Unless you ask nicely.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. She was squirming now, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. You took a small step closer, invading her space just enough to make her breath hitch.

“I think you like being in control,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “But I also think you’d love to let someone else take over. Just for a little while.”

Her green eyes met yours, wide and uncertain. For a moment, you thought she might bolt. Instead, she whispered, “You’re…bold for a student.”

You grinned. “And you’re far too fun to intimidate.”

The tension hung in the air, electric and thick. Wanda swallowed hard, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do.

You stood back up, taking a slow, deliberate step backward, your smirk widening as you straightened your posture. The confidence radiating off you was almost tangible, a stark contrast to the way Wanda seemed to shrink under your gaze. Her perfectly manicured fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blazer, a telltale sign that you were getting to her.

“I can see why you’re so successful,” you mused, your tone casual but laced with intent. “Commanding, driven, completely untouchable. At least, that’s what you want people to think.”

Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. You raised a brow, waiting, watching. When she remained silent, you chuckled softly, crossing your arms as you leaned back slightly.

“It’s cute, really,” you continued, letting your gaze sweep over her, drinking in the way her breath quickened. “The ice queen act. But you’re not as untouchable as you think, are you?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and she stiffened, trying to pull herself back together. “I don’t know what you’re implying,” she said, her voice tighter now, betraying the composure she was trying so hard to maintain.

You took a step closer again, the weight of your boots echoing in the empty lecture hall. “Oh, I think you do.” You tilted your head, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You can play the part for everyone else. But not for me. I see you, Wanda.”

The way her name rolled off your tongue sent a visible shiver down her spine. She glanced away, her hands clasping tightly in front of her as if she were trying to physically hold herself together.

“You’re…” she started, her voice faltering as she looked back at you. She could deny it all she wanted, but her pupils were dilated just from this interaction. “You’re very forward.”

You grinned, letting her words settle in the air for a moment. “And you love it,” you replied, your voice low and teasing. “Don’t you?”

Her silence was enough of an answer. She wasn’t denying it. She couldn’t. You could see it in the way her gaze lingered on you, in the way her breath hitched every time you spoke. She was unraveling, and she didn’t know how to stop it.

You reached out, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust off her blazer, your touch light but deliberate. “If you ever get tired of pretending,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, “you know where to find me.”

With that, you turned on your heel, leaving her standing there, flushed and flustered. You didn’t look back as you walked out of the lecture hall, but you didn’t need to. You could feel her eyes on you. You could almost hear the way her mind was racing.

Even with audiop*rn, this is a problem. Don't believe me? Go to gwasi.com(a search engine for the Gonewildaudio community) and check the difference between the number of audios for the M4F mdom tag vs the M4F Msub tag. As of now, the mdom tag alone has 21,086 posts, while Msub has 7,839 posts; that's a 13,247 difference, almost twice the number of Msub audios. 7,000 might seem like a lot, but because my taste is very specific, that gets shortened to roughly 1,000 posts. And even then, you have to account for the quality of the audio and the voice acting. Not all of those 1,000 posts have the best quality audio or acting. I could rant on about the GWA scene and the many tropes that have yet to be explored. There are about a handful of MM4F audios that exist, and I think only about 3 or fewer have both men be submissive. I'm going off track, but that's a rant for another time.

Don't even get me started nsfw animations. Femdom femgaze animations are as rare as a drop of pitch from the Pitch drop experiment. Actually, scratch that, an animation of that genre is even rarer than that, because for the love of me, I haven't found a single femgaze/femdom animation that matches the length and quality that many of the male gaze nsfw animations have.

I just want a femdom animation that's not focused on the ahegaoing domme breasting boobily all over the place, pleasuring only the man and wearing nothing while he wears bland ass clothes. I want her to be worshipped and pleasured by men who crave to be under her control, by men who know their place. I don't want cookie-cutter, Ozempic skinny women with mountain-sized titties and asses; I want both parties to be of various races and body types without any raceplay/cucking involved(There is so much of that, good lord). I want the men to be sexualised the way women are in Gacha games. Again, I'm going a bit of rail, but that's another rant for a different day.

The visible difference between how much maledom content there is compared to femgaze femdom content has me feeling like a starving orphan Victorian child watching the neighbouring bourgeoisie family dining on a mountain of food. I can't be the only one who feels this way.

So, waking up to you gone, presumably having left to buy some breakfast for the three of you, Johnny decides to grab the moment by its balls, having relieved himself of his clothes and now humping against Simon.

Could he have also just quickly stroked his cock, hidden away in the bathroom, to only be found guilty by the next session since he’s so bad at pretending to be desperate to cum when he really isn’t?

Sure, but Johnny is determined to drag Simon down with him. The blond bastard had it coming, he decides - boyfriend or not, Simon’s determination to be obedient is getting on his nerves.

Besides, the idea of corrupting the man into disobedience, breaking Simon’s perfect record, is very appealing.

And, - Johnny can only guess that it’s because the man is still half asleep - Simon takes the fucking bait, chomps down on it before he can realise that he’s become a fish on a hook.

“Johnny, wha’-“ he stutters out, “master told us not ta-“

And Simon reaches down, his calloused hand closing around Johnny’s weeping cock, clutching his base. Of course, he’s attempting to shove Johnny off, to make him behave by roughly tugging on his sensitive cock - Simon doesn’t want to be involved with Johnny’s disobedience.

Unfortunately for Simon, he choose the worst fucking moment to hold onto Johnny.

Unfortunately for Simon, it looks like he’s touching Johnny, giving him a handjob.

Unfortunately for Simon, you walk in at this very moment.

You almost drop the tray of breakfast you were holding, setting it down on the nightstand as you calmly walk towards your boys.

Your expression has immediately turned sour - from happy and kind to cold and mean. Johnny whimpers, but he can’t help his smirk - his eyes are betraying his excitement as he notices your disapproving glance at Simon’s hand wrapped around his cock. Simon has frozen in place, big brown eyes wide and glistening as he swallows, speechless for a second.

You sit down on the bed and look at your watch.

“You have a minute to explain yourselves.”

“I-I didn’t t-touch Johnny. ‘was only shoving him off, he was trying to hump me and I-,” Simon stutters, “I wasn’t bad, master, I wasn’t, I swear, please-“

Johnny interrupts his boyfriend’s babbling and - with a surprising gentleness - takes Simon’s hand off of his cock. Simon whines as he only realises just now that he was still holding onto his dick, which he knows looks bad. Very bad.

“Simon was touchin’ on me, master, he got my dick out n’ everything, ” Johnny lies, voice confident, “he’s a fuckin‘ brat.“

“‘m not, ‘m not, he’s lying, he’s lying-“ the panicked tone in Simon’s voice is heartbreaking, he looks like he’s about to cry. “Please master, don’t believ’ ‘im, he’s lying, I only wanted to shov’ ‘im off of me, I promise, master, p-please…”

You clap your hands, indicating that the minute is over.

“Alright. I’ve heard enough.”

Simon whines and slumps his shoulders, hiding beneath the blankets.

“I’ll punish you later,” you say, “my boys need some breakfast now.”

+🎃+

Johnny squeezes his boyfriend's hand as they huddle closer - he’s desperate to hide his whimpers and whines. Once again, you’ve used his sensitivity against him. There’s a vibrating ring nosing his dick, and it’s hell.

The vibrations keep him even more horny than he’s usually is, and the ring keeps him from cumming. Johnny’s walking slowly. If he moved too quickly, he’d rub the fabric of his boxers right against his leaky tip, and he’s already noisy enough.

The park you’re taking a stroll through is calm and empty, the cold october night illuminated by the street lamps, the (barely visible, light pollution and all that) stars and almost full moon. Under normal circumstances, Johnny would appreciate the scenery, but with a constant stimulus vibrating away at his cock - not a chance.

Then again, as he glances over at Simon, he wonders if he got the lesser of the punishment.

Simon is wearing the black surgical mask that he usually wears when going outside, and his hood is up, but the tears in his brown eyes tell of his distress.

The hoodie that he’s wearing, as well as the jacket, is some of the baggiest clothing that he owns, and Johnny well knows why.

Beneath all of his clothes, - of course, without intercepting his arms and legs - Simon is bound in tight rope. A beautiful pink, thin rope is artfully woven across his skin, teasing his sensitive nipples and his aching cock.

His hands are in his hoodie pocket, and they’re also tied together, albeit with a different rope.

Simon has always been susceptible to rope, the tight, woven restraints always signalling comfort, and to his dismay, arousal.

Johnny can imagine what it’s like - each step, no matter how slowly he’s walking - is tightly interlaced with the sensation of rope tugging on him, a constant reminder of the rope that’s both a thing to hold him together, and a thing that keeps him restrained.

Johnny knows that the rope alone is enough to turn Simon’s brain to mush. Too bad for him, because there’s not only rope on Si - you’ve used rough metal clamps on his nipples, a delicate weight hanging on both. Everytime he moves, the ropes running across his pecs tease the sensitive flesh, and Johnny knows that he’d long have started crying if he was the one in Simon’s shoes.

Luckily, he isn’t, because he knows that he would scream as you place a hand on Simon’s neck and tug at the ropes, rubbing against the clamps.

“Please, please, ahhh- master-“

Simon shudders and sobs, his body trembling as a few tears escape.

“Aww, baby, what's the matter?”

Simon hiccups and nuzzles against your shoulder as soon as you let go. Squeezing yourself between both boys, you place your hands on their necks.

“Let’s get you two home.”

thank you for reading!! here’s part one ❤️

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