femdom/malesub oneshots and short stories

My superstar

(this chapter has smut)

The crowd is going wild. I'm glad I have my earplugs in, or else my ears might pop from how loud my boyfriend's name is coming from so many lips. He is a singer, and a very famous one too—a real rockstar.

However, most of all, he is mine. My submissive boy. But only when we are alone does he allow himself to feel that way. In other words, only with me.

He knows the rules that we have set very well, and on stage is the only place where he seems to forget them.

I am standing in the VIP section with some fans and his team.

"LENIIII!!!!"

I hear a scream all of a sudden—high-pitched voices and clapping. I look up to see what got that reaction out of them and see Lenny taking off his shirt and running his hands down over his crotch. His bandmates are pouring water all over his chest. His muscles look so inviting in those bright reflector lights.

He smirks and looks at me, blowing me a kiss.

This tease. I can't believe it. Every night.

"Okay, everybody, let's move on to the next song. We have a long night ahead of us," I hear him say. And yes, he does.

Later

"Did you like it?"

"What do you think?" I say as we enter our hotel room.

"I mean, what's there not to like?" He raises his eyebrows, pointing at his still naked chest and raising his eyebrows up and down. Idiot. I can't help but laugh.

"Lenny, I really think I need to inform you that we have some rules in this relationship."

"Oh, c'mon, what's wrong with a boy being a bit bratty every now and then?"

"Nothing, as long as that boy gets the punishment he deserves for it."

He rolls his eyes and throws himself on our bed. He puts his hands behind his head and says, "I'm waiting."

I walk closer to him in my black dress and boots.

"You're being cocky today. You'll regret that," I say calmly.

Bratty boys aren't really my thing. I guess I should have thought of that before I got with a cocky, famous superstar.

He squirms on the bed a little bit from my words and confident staring, but not much.

"I'll undress myself, alright. Give you some time to think. Seems like you need it."

And at that moment, I decided I was going to make him cry.

He pulls his pants down along with his boxers.

And I watch him.

He lays back down, but now, not with his hands behind his back all cool like before. Now they are resting over his belly, and he is playing with his fingers and biting his lip. He looks up at me occasionally, but mostly he is looking around the room and at his hands.

"Are you gonna do anything, or are you just gonna stare at me all... weird?"

"I will. I promise. Why? Are you starting to feel nervous?"

"No," he says it so quietly it's almost a whisper. A beat passes, and then...

"Lay on your belly. Ass up."

In spite of all the drama queening he just did, he does. Without complaints.

I walk away to our hallway where I left some... fun things. I grab a strap and paddle. I wait for a bit, though. I want him to really feel the position he is in.

When he hears the sound of my heels, his head quickly turns from looking at the door to looking at the wall.

Good boy.

I think to myself, but only in my head. He doesn't deserve to hear it yet.

I get on the bed with my paddle and stroke it back and forth on his bum first. He tenses. I smile.

"Why are you getting punished tonight?"

"Cu-cuz I was a tease."

He stutters out.

"That's right. And what rule did you break?"

"Uhhm, no-no fan should see me the way mommy sees me."

"Yeah, but they did. And I'm not very happy about that."

"Sorry!"

I raise the paddle and bring it down hard.

"Sorry isn't gonna fix this."

He whined and gripped the hotel sheets tight as I delivered more spanks.

"Thought I had a good boy, but I guess not. At least not today. Makes me sad, you know? 'Cause I really like it when I have my good boy, but he's just not here tonight."

"I'm here!" he whined, his eyes tearing up.

"Please, Mommy, I'm your good boy!" He pushed his bum towards me.

"I don't know. Are you? You're going to have to prove that to me; I don't really trust it right now."

He was crying. He really didn't like not being a good boy, but he did that to himself.

"Pleaseeee!!!" he sobbed out.

"What's your color, love?"

"It's, uhmm, green still."

"Yeah? Well then we can make a deal. I'll fuck you with my strap, and if you're good, then we can both agree you're my good boy. Think you can do that for me?"

I helped him turn onto his back. He was now hard, and pre-cum coated his belly.

He nodded in agreement.

I raised his head with my fingers so he could look at me.

"Words love."

"Yes, I can do that. I can be good for you."

I kissed him then. It felt like he deserved it. Even though he is a brat sometimes, he is still my baby. And I care for him so much.

"Legs up."

He raised his legs so they were resting on his chest. I covered his hole in lube. He was already pretty open, so I went ahead and covered the strap too. I took off my clothes and put them on.

"Ready?"

"Yes, mommy, so ready!"

I chuckled at his excitement. No matter how many times we do this, he always loves it.

I slowly pushed in.

"There we go. That's better, isn't it?"

"Fuck, it's so good, mommyy!"

All of a sudden, we started hearing screams. It was his fans. They were outside the hotel, right under our room. We could see them through the window, but they couldn't see us. It didn't stop them from being there, though.

"If they saw you right now, their favorite singer getting fucked by his mommy, what would they think, baby? Hmm?"

I pushed his head back a bit so I could see his red face better.

"Donno mommy."

"Not so cool anymore, are we?"

He just shook his head and put one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it.

After a bit, I was moaning. He was moaning even more and louder, and we were both close.

"Can I cum, please?"

"Yes, that's okay. Cum with me, baby."

He whined, and we both came.

I pulled out and laid back down on the bed after getting things sorted.

Lenny quickly laid his head on my chest and wrapped his hand around me. I kissed his head of curls, and he smiled, looking up at me.

"So... am I your good boy again?"

I laughed.

"Of course you are. The best boy. Always."