Femdom storys for you queens out their who don't get credit

"Can you do one more for me?" You said that the last three times. He was so sensitive. It was too much; he couldn't take it, couldn't handle it. But he wanted to. He wanted it so bad. You were so soft and your hands were so warm. He was shaking just thinking about how close he was. "Slow down I can't- I can't I'm so close please-" His sentence was cut off by a sob and a broken moan. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he had released again. He didn't even know what he was begging for anymore. It wouldn't matter. You weren't gonna stop until you were satisfied. All he wanted to do was get a quick kill in. He loved watching his victims beg for mercy they were never gonna get. But now he's the one shaking and whimpering underneath someone, begging for mercy he isn't gonna get.

Femdom -mostly gentle-ish- short stories. Very little plot just organic scenes.