So, I replied to this post. And we ended up playing together! She and I decided it would be a fun exercise for me to write and post a story about some of what happened. If you ever get the chance to play with u/Last_Breakfast1953, consider yourself lucky: she's awesome.
Everything in this story actually happened, but not everything that happened is in the story. Trust me, it would get tedious if I described literally everything-- since controlling even mundane parts of my life was a big part of our play. And while it is important to model healthy pre-scene negotiation, I'm not going to discuss that much either, since that's not really the point of writing erotica. She and I did have a number of great conversations as equals, before, during, and after our play. If you are lucky enough to meet someone in a kinky space online, try your best to always treat them as a human first, and a play partner second.
Hope you enjoy reading! And, if you do, leave a comment down below letting me know and I'll consider writing a part 2.
I've been checking r/femdompersonals for a while, but only replied to a couple posts. Most clearly weren't a good fit for me, and it was apparent that most F4M posts quickly receive a deluge of replies. However, I happened to check on June 1st and saw a new post called "Micromanaging for one week! #online" -- which got me pretty excited as soon as I read it, and seemed like a good fit. I spent about 70 minutes writing a thoughtful reply, and sent it, not daring to get my hopes up.
To my surprise and delight, I got a reply back! After chatting back and forth, it became clear this was really leading somewhere. And then, on her orders, I prepared a comprehensive list of both my limits and things that could be done to me.
Soon, it became clearer exactly where things were leading: she began asking me some probing questions about my sexual habits, and there was this:
Furthermore, let’s have you start tracking your water intake (volume) and the time of your various bathroom visits. You can report that log at 10
Soon after, things began in earnest: she formally proposed a week of control, during which I would be hers. I happily accepted, and we decided that I may call her Miss. I was given, and gratefully received, my first set of rules and protocols:
Failure to fulfill any of the above would, of course, result in punishment. Miss also gave me special protocols to follow every morning right after I wake up and every evening right before I go to bed.
My more urgent concern was the protocol I had to follow whenever I wished to use the bathroom: under no circumstances was I allowed to go without first attempting to get permission from Miss. In other words, I had to ask Her every time. And, of course, even if she were willing to let me go, Miss might not be constantly checking Her phone.
She did however graciously give me a way out: If Miss was indisposed to reply, and I could not hold it, after 5 minutes had gone by, I could go, but I had to notify Her of my decision beforehand, and afterwards, record a video of myself apologizing for going without permission, and performing CBT on myself as punishment.
What kind of CBT? Miss's preferred punishment is to have me place a rubber band around both my balls, and snap it on myself the appropriate number of times. Miss told me she would review every video, and if she discovered any of the snaps were too light, I might have to repeat the whole thing.
The last part of my protocol was to create and share a spreadsheet with Miss which would document many aspects of Her control over me. In particular, I had to record my activities everyday in 15 minute increments. Every night, as part of my evening protocol, I would fill out a schedule for the following day, ask for Miss's approval, and keep any changes to that schedule updated at least hourly when following it the next day. This was in addition to tracking the time of every bathroom visit, and the volume of all the liquid I drank.
I felt excited and honored to be given all these tasks, as well as impressed at the comprehensive vision Miss clearly had for controlling me, which only increased my eagerness to please Her. In my excitement, I could feel myself sinking into submission to Her, and my head spinning a bit trying to keep track of everything I had to do. First, I was to copy all of Miss's rules into the spreadsheet and change the wording so they were phrased in my own voice. I quickly understood that Miss intended for this exercise to help me internalize the rules, and I was grateful for it.
At this point it was already late and before I could sleep I had to do the evening protocol. I also had to find time to shave my dick and balls, hopefully before I would have to record a punishment? And I already had to use the bathroom... I texted Miss and asked for permission. No reply, clearly she meant for me to be working on the spreadsheet. I kept working and 5 minutes went by. It wasn't urgent so I decided I would do my best to wait for permission. After 9 minutes, Miss replied. Instead of just letting me go, she had me repeat the protocol to Her, to make sure I understood it. Luckily I got it right and I received permission to go.
My evening protocol included the following: cold shower (no warm showers allowed), write a journal for Miss about what I did for Her that day and how I felt about it, prepare my proposed schedule for tomorrow, and prepare my proposed outfits for tomorrow (these would also require approval from Miss).
If all of that was okay, then I would plug my ass and edge for Miss, with a video recording of course. Finally, I was to send Miss an audio message, asserting my commitment to Her and asking for Her control the following day. Only then could I ask for and receive Miss's permission to sleep. At this point I was already very turned on, so edging was not difficult. Miss helped me through everything and I fell asleep feeling grateful.
I had set my alarm for 7:00 but I was already so aroused I woke up at 5:00, hard, and had a difficult time getting back to sleep. From the tasks Miss had given me and the way she composed Her messages, I could already tell I liked Her, but this was a new and strange feeling because I had never heard Her voice and I had little clue what she looked like. I can't pretend that I prefer online to IRL but there really is something sexy about Her anonymity: it just reinforced the power dynamic between us. I knew I was going to, of my own free will, send Her lots of videos of myself, naked, doing perverted, humiliating things, and that this definitely would not be reciprocated.
My morning protocol was similar to my evening protocol, except I had to wake up at 8:00, unless I had previously approved an earlier time with Miss. Miss, of course, could sleep in, so She rightfully expected me to get started in the morning without waiting for Her permission.
I have delicate skin, so the first thing I did on the first morning was to carefully lather and spend 30 minutes attentively shaving Miss's dick and balls. This was only my second time being completely shaved; everything felt so smooth and sensitive.
Next, edging. Normally it takes me between 8 and 12 minutes to edge, and my phone can't record that much video, so I knew I would have to wait to start recording until I was already close. As luck would have it, My phone ran out of storage space right as I was about to reach the edge 😂 , so I didn't have a complete video for Miss after my first attempt!
I already knew better than to wait and ask Her: clearly I would have no choice but to do it all over again. And, when I reached the edge for what was then the third time in about eight hours, I was already leaking cum from the end of Miss's cock. Of course, She pointed this out as soon as she woke up and watched the video:
someone's dripping already huh?
I had butterflies in my stomach, feeling turned on again, a little humiliated and bashful...
yes Miss :<
I wasn't sure how to say this but already all I wanted was to kneel at Her feet, look up at Her, and if I could be so lucky, feel Her hands caressing my hair, hear Her telling me she was pleased with me.
Later that morning I accidentally touched Miss's dick, which led to my first rubber band punishment. As Miss instructed, I had to audibly count each snap in the video, so I couldn't avoid hearing myself panting after each sting of the rubber band. It hurt, but after watching the video, Miss was pleased! So I have to admit it felt good. It felt good to be punished for doing something I knew was wrong.
Per Miss's instructions, I tried to drink water as I normally would, and I felt on this first day that Miss was lenient in rapidly approving my bathroom requests... that is, until around 5:00 p.m.
Work had been busy that afternoon and 5 hours had flown by since the last time I used the bathroom. This time I really did need to go, but after I messaged Miss, no reply. 5 minutes went by. I could go now but I would have to accept the punishment and make an apology video...
My bladder was really starting to feel full (and the whole protocol only made me more aware of it), but I didn't want to accept the punishment as just a perfunctory means of getting relief. I knew Miss would also enjoy seeing my punishment, but in my heart, I really wanted to be as obedient as I could. So I decided to keep waiting. 10 minutes went by, then 15, then 20. Now I *really* had to pee. I took a break from work, lied down on my bed, and fantasized about Miss.
After another 10 minutes she replied to my message:
you've really been waiting all this time?
Yes haha
😂 so you must really have to go now
Hm.
I'll consider it
thank you Miss!!
Another three minutes crept by... agonizingly slowly. Finally my phone buzzed again:
Approved.
you have to have known I was drawing this out for my amusement 😂
I rushed to the bathroom. I couldn't even pee right away because experiencing Miss's control had gotten me turned on again. When the relief did come it was immense. Thankfully, I still remembered to log the bathroom visit in the spreadsheet when I was done.
With the desperation in my bladder gone, I could go back to noticing all of my other bodily sensations. And by this point, I was already starting to feel that familiar ache in my balls. Probably shouldn't have been a surprise since I had edged twice that morning, and had been involuntarily getting turned on all day from the little reminders of Miss's control...
But this was only day one of seven! I was mainly focused on trying to faithfully fulfill all of my tasks, and things were already getting quite intense... I plopped back down on my bed, deep breathing through the ache in my balls and taking a moment to appreciate everything. I already felt like my body was Hers, and it felt so good, I could just drift away in the sensation.