Femdom’s First Strap On Session

Do you remember your first time with a strap on? I remember mine. I remember it like it was yesterday, actually. My submissive had been wanting his American Mistress to fuck him with a strap on for quite awhile, but I didn’t have the proper equipment at the time. I kept promising myself that I’d lay hands on it all soon, but I just didn’t do it for quite some time.

After my wonderful submissive’s birthday surprise to me, I decided it was time to reward him with his fantasy. For my birthday, he completely surprised me with a trip to Moscow. I know it sounds silly. Most women would want to go to Paris or somewhere like that, but I’d always wanted to visit Russia, and he knew that. He arranged for us to spend a week there without my knowing at all until he handed me a couple of bags he’d pack for me and a plane ticket.

Anyway, after that wonderful surprise, I made up my mind that it was high time to reward him by fulfilling his fantasy. It was the least I could do, after all.

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Mistress Purchases Strap On

I got online one day while he was still at work and started searching diligently for the perfect strap on harness. I finally found it–a lovely black leather affair with two straps between the legs instead of just one. Each strap sat in the inside of each thigh, leaving the pussy exposed completely, so that I have him orally worship me without even having to remove the strap on! I also selected a bright blue silicone dildo that was about 7 inches long and of medium thickness to wear in the harness.

Once everything was ordered, I kept mum about the whole thing. The parcel arrived when my submissive wasn’t at home, so I was able to keep it secret even after my new toys were delivered. As soon as the person who delivered it was gone, I tore the box open. The harness and the big silicone cock looked so sexy that I had to go try them on before my submissive got home.

I hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Then, I took off my pants and panties and stepped into the harness. It took a little fumbling to get it adjusted properly, but once I got it adjusted, it fit me perfectly. I slid the dildo into the holder and locked it in place. Once I was suited up, so to speak, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, surveying myself. I looked so sexy with that cock jutting up from between my thighs. I also felt incredibly powerful.

I couldn’t admire myself long, though. I knew he would be home soon, and I didn’t want him to know I was preparing for my first strap on session just yet.

Mistress Gets A Little Surprise

In between sessions, I simply lounged on the couches with my Femdom friends. It was quite relaxing, to be honest. Most of the submissives there were sitting on the floor, sometimes at the feet of a particular Mistress. One, in particular, was dressed like the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland, which amused me because he’s a friend of mine, and the themed costumes were not planned at all.

However, this particular friend of mine is awfully tall, and somehow, he decided that his height simply did not match with his costume. So he spent most of the night “walking” around on his knees, which made him about four feet tall, give or take a few inches. I gave him permission to “stand” at my feet most of the night, due to the similar constumes and the fact that I merely enjoy his company. But as I talked to him and watched him, some very different thoughts came to mind.

I think of myself as fairly open to most fetishes, provided they don’t cause harm to anyone. (Notice I said “cause harm,” rather than “hurt.” It’s an important distinction, particularly for a sadist like myself.) But I rarely come to them on my own. They’re usually introduced to me by submissives who are looking to explore them, and I just add my own special twist to them. But this time was different.

Small Man Spurs Giantess And Shrinking Fantasies

In looking at my friend, I wondered what it would be like if he weren’t just short because he was playing a role, but if he were truly that short. That line of thinking naturally led to “What if he were shrunken down even smaller?” In my fantasy, my friend was getting smaller and smaller, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

I eventually conceded that even though shrinking fantasies were fun in theory, a tiny man probably wouldn’t do me a lot of good in practice. So I began thinking in the opposite direction. What if my frend remained the same size while I began to grow?

I’d never had giantess fantasies before, though I had heard about the fetish. So this train of thought surprised me at first. But the longer it kept bouncing around in my head, the more I liked it. I imagined the entire room of people as giantesses and miniature slaves. The males would remain the same size while the women grew and grew and grew. The boys sitting at our feet would be much farther away from our eyes when we looked down, that much was for sure!

I imagined having my feet worshipped (or my boots) by a small slave. Or maybe more than one slave. Just a single toe would be bigger than one slave, so it’d take him an awfully long time to do it unless he had some help. Watching the little men crawl around to worship and adore my feet like so many ants seemed like a very fulfilling idea indeed.

The fantasy just kept going. I lost track of the conversation that was going on around me. My eyes were no longer focusing on the others, including my friend at my feet. All I could think about was growing and growing and ruling over all the little men as a Giantess Queen. When the party came to an end, I had to go home for a little…me time.