Queening chair Stories

I am naked and lying on my back. My head rests within the confines of Robin's queening chair, which is shaped like a box, its sides enclosed around me. I'm grateful for the padded bottom side separating my head from the floor. I'd find the contraption claustrophobic if I were able to see, but the blindfold subdues my anxiety. It also prevents me from seeing any of the women who will soon take a seat on the chair. Directly...

My husband made me a queening chair for my birthday. We enjoyed using it for a femdom weekend on our anniversary. An unintentional revelation gave me an opportunity to create an extra birthday surprise for him. The weekend between our anniversary and his birthday, I hosted my bridge group, eight of us who were members of the Sigma Eta Delta Gamma sorority in college. Traditionally, the husband of the hostess would handle...

For my birthday, my husband had made me a facesitting throne. Knowing how much effort it took to make it, I suggested we might also use it for some femdom on our anniversary weekend. We had explored both sides of dominance, and this would be an occasion to go further. As usual, our anniversary celebration would be just the two of us at home. A few days before, we presented each other with relevant gifts. He gave me a dild...

“Tell me!” I demanded, watching his cock bob in frustration as I looked up at him from between his legs. He whimpered as I applied another long lick from balls to tip. I had him on the edge, right where I wanted him. He would either answer my question or have a ruined orgasm before long. “I don’t… want… to ruin… the surprise,” he was barely able to say. “Give me a hint,” I pleaded. My method of persuasion seemed to be wor...