My Femdom Life: A Novel

By Tom Longo

This is a full length femdom novel written from the submissive male's point of view.

Brian is a freshman in college, and he has never had a relationship before. He makes it his personal goal to have his first genuine encounter with a female. Luckily for Brian, he gets what he wants but it turns out being more than he anticipated...

Rachel, a beautiful black woman, has her eyes set on Brian and she scoops him up rather quickly. She has every intention to mold him into the submissive man she thinks he is. Brian accepts her offer, and in turn, he endures humiliation unlike anything he has ever experienced.

Rachel's friend, Donna, finds herself exposed to the likes of Brian, and she finds herself wanting to have a submissive white boyfriend like Brian. She may be friends with Rachel, but she will do anything to claim Brian as her own.

Brian finds himself wrapped up in a non stop frenzy of female led relationships. He set out to have experiences, and he ends up getting much more than he bargained for. From being placed in chastity and serving as a cuckold, turned into a sissy, and spending a great deal of his time on his knees pleasing women, Brian is getting what he wanted but at the cost of being in a perpetual state of humiliation.

“Turn over, I want to use your mouth as a foot holder.” She said laughing as she played on her phone.

She began to kiss the outside of the cage in an attempt to taunt me mercilessly. It was working. I was desperate for her attention.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tom Longo
• Release date: Nov 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463770528

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My Femdom Life: A Novel

Copyright 2019 Tom Longo

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Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are over 18 years old, and the activities that they engage in is consensual.

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My Femdom Life: A Novel

One

It all started back in college. As a freshman, I had never been in a relationship before, and I had no idea what to expect out of one. I’ll tell you what though, college was a real eye opener for me, because I met so many open minded people that were different from what I was accustomed to. A lot of the true learning that comes from college, in my opinion, comes in the form of social intelligence that gets picked up after interacting with such a varied group of personalities and personal backgrounds.

My first semester was pretty much me trying to figure out where I stood on the social hierarchy, and I realized I was pretty much going to be considered the guy that stays to himself and studies hard. It wasn’t the worst label to have in the world, but it definitely didn’t help when it came to trying to get laid. I had told myself before I left for college that it was my mission to find a woman that was willing to sleep with me. It took some time to convince myself, but I even made a promise to myself to lower my standards. I just needed to make it happen, so that I could put my inexperience behind me in the dust.  

I met this woman, Rachel, in one of my classes. She was a short, black woman, and for 

whatever reason she took a liking to me quickly. She double majored in African-American studies, and women’s Studies. It was a unique combination, and she always had something witty to say whenever someone said, or did something that she deemed unsuitable for the modern age. The crazy thing about her was that when we did finally have sex, it was not at all what I expected it to be. 

The very first time we got into a situation where we were alone, and getting ready to get intimate, she asked me if I would be okay with kissing, and licking her feet. I had heard about guys having a foot fetish before, but I always thought this type of thing was brought on by the guy, and the woman just sort of rolled with it. Rachel appeared to enjoy being the one in the power position.

I had never had sex with another woman before, so I figured I would do whatever I had to do in order to get some. I remember getting down on my knees while she sat high above me in a chair, and kissing her toes. I didn’t mind it really. In fact, after a few minutes I started to notice my cock getting hard from the act. Rachel was sitting there with a big grin on her face as she wiggled her toes in my mouth.

I’ll let you have something special Brian if you let me take a picture of you. She was looking down on me with a big smile on her face. 

Okay Rachel. I said with a strong desire to get to the next phase. I heard the sound of her camera take the picture. Snap!

Aww, you look so adorable Brian. She said as she showed me the photo with her toes in my mouth. I looked at myself in the photo and felt several emotions flow through my body. My face turned bright red, because she called me adorable.

I didn’t know how to react to the situation. I was used to women humiliating me, but mostly by rejecting me. It was different when a woman humiliated you by snapping a photo of you sucking on her feet, the lowest part of the body. She seemed to really enjoy it though, and I was happy to feed into her ego because my cock would get hard everytime I did. As a white man, it was an interesting experience to be on my knees, and sucking on the toes of a small black woman. Something about the whole experience felt natural to me. 

How does it taste? She asked with a smart ass tone. Rachel was just looking for more entertainment.

I’m not sure how to describe it. I’ve never done this before. I said as I removed her pretty toes from my mouth. I started to kiss the bottoms of her feet passionately. I wanted to show her that they tasted good without having to admit it. 

Open your mouth. She ordered with a quick and evil tone. I only had a small part of me that wanted to disobey. For the most part, I had the urge to submit to her every whim.

Turn over, I want to use your mouth as a foot holder. She said laughing as she played on her phone.

I turned over, and used my hands to keep myself from laying on the ground. She placed the sole of her right foot in my mouth. I did my best to soften the effect of my teeth on her precious foot, so I used my tongue to give a little bit of a cushion for her. In my mind she would notice my effort to please her.

Aww, thank you Brian. That is so sweet of you! Rachel said with the cutest voice. It was easy to forget just how mean she really was to me.

At this point in my life, I was simply excited to be getting any type of affection, or attention from a woman. It didn’t matter if the woman in question was trying to humiliate me or not. I had a burning desire in my soul to please a woman, and it was evident, at this time, that I was pleasing Rachel. What I didn’t know, was that I would soon have this experience implanted into the sexual part of my brain, and I would forever be a sucker for a dominant female.

 I consider myself lucky, honestly, because not many men get to experience this type of behaviour from a sexy woman. In addition, the fact that Rachel was black added a whole other component to the domination for me. I had always been told of my privilege as a straight, white male, and this was, in a small way, an opportunity for me to lay myself down in a completely vulnerable position, and allow a strong, black woman to rightfully claim what was hers. 

My arms began to get tired, and Rachel appeared to be bored of the exercise, so she told me to stand up. I went in for a kiss, and I was staunchly denied access to her luscious, full lips. It felt the same as all of them women in my past that had rejected me.

You were just suckin’ on my feet! I’m not tryin’ to kiss you right now. She said covering her mouth as she giggled at me. You’re crazy Brian! 

My face turned bright red, and I didn’t know how to react, or what to say to her. I just sat down, and sort of waited for some sort of instruction. Rachel was quick to get me trained to think this way. In a way it was easier than trying to fill the silence with phony romance.

I gotta study for an exam tonight. I’ll hit you up some other time, and I have something that might be more fun. It was amazing how fast Rachel could go in the other direction.

Okay, what did you have in mind? I asked in an effort to get an understanding of what she had in mind.

I’m not going to tell you right now, I think the anticipation is going to be enough foreplay to make you wanna go home and jerk off! She started to laugh again, Don’t jerk it though, you should make sure that your able to perform for me, okay? Rachel said as she wagged her finger at me.

Fine. I said as I tried to ignore the fact that my cock was pulsing with desire. I’ll do my best. It’s kind of hard, you know, I just, uhh, I wanted to say so much, but I decided to keep it short. Nevermind. 

Rachel ran her hand through my hair, and cupped my chin before she planted a soft kiss on my forehead. Somehow with a simple kiss, Rachel was able to lift my spirits. It didn’t matter that she made zero effort trying to figure out what was on my mind. All that mattered was that I had a beautiful black woman that cared for me.

See you later dear. She said sweetly.

See you soon Rachel. I said with a smile, as I started to get off of the ground.

I gathered my stuff, and headed towards my dorm. As I walked past everyone, I had this weird feeling that they had known what I was doing, but I trusted Rachel not to tell anyone about what had just transpired. There was no reason for me to feel that way. The only thing that made sense was my upbringing. Back in my hometown, I knew that I couldn’t suck a woman’s toes without everyone knowing. It’s one of the reasons why I think I didn’t do well back there. I was too reserved and worried about what everyone else thought of me. At college I could be and act however I wanted, and the odds of word getting back to my hometown were slim to none.

I was right in trusting Rachel. She didn’t tell a single soul about anything that we ever did during our relationship, but what I didn’t know was that she had a reputation for dominating white men sexually. I guess a few other guys had actually had the nerve to brag about their experiences with her, and as a result, people knew that if you were involved with her there was a high probability that you were submitting to her. It was a bit embarrassing, but I was just thankful that I was going to school in a different place than my hometown, and not a soul that I knew from my hometown would be made aware of the humiliation.

It was weird though, I liked the feeling of being humiliated, and it was cool if randoms knew about it, but I still had massive reservations when it came to people that I knew from my life back home. The reason for this thought process is beyond me. Some time was spent thinking about it, but I decided that it really didn’t matter. This was the new me. I was going for what I wanted in life.

Two

A few days went by, and I really only interacted with Rachel via text messages. I didn’t mind so much, because I needed to remain focused on my studies as well, but there was always that part of me that was hopeful for the experience that she promised me a few days prior. Women were a major influence in my decision making process at the time, but I did truly care about my studies above all. Jeopardizing my future for a woman was out of the question no matter how hot she was in my eyes. 

The mornings were especially difficult for me as my cock would grow at the crack of dawn, and I’d find myself awake humping the side of the bed. There was an incident when I was thinking about my time sucking Rachel’s toes in my sleep where I ended up waking up with my own come covering my body. It was a real eye opener, and it served as a reminder that I needed to be careful. I did have a roomate, and I didn’t want him to see my shameful release as I rubbed my cock against the mattress in a sleepy daze. 

After my realization, I made sure to be careful in the morning, I’d look over my shoulder, and pray to god that my roommate couldn’t see my pathetic attempts at sexual release with my blankets, and I was lucky to not be discovered as the weird dude that fucks the blankets in the morning, even though every fucking man has done it at one point or another.

Soon the day came when Rachel finally hit me up to come over, and hangout with her. It was