r/desifemdomme

I have always been absolutely, drooling, simping, suffering from horniness, nastily, hornily Aching to be pegged. I have in the past done fingering which felt amazing, tried some diy stuff which was meh but now? I got my first vibrator and oh lord I am so excited not to mention that I am still being denied so just looking at the photo of my order is making me go nuts 😭 I am so so so so so excited although It still will not replace being pegged but yk? Yk? It's still better than Nothing. I wish I had gotten Mymuse app ones I would have shared the control with everyone ik lmao but hey!! Happy me! Any tips on using it would be appreciated! I've heard you could also use vibrator on your cock too?

I never thought I'd be the type to beg. Not for sex. Not for attention. Not for anything. Then I met her.... She didn't tie me up or command me to kneel. She didn't have to. What she did was far more DEEP... She made silence feel like a promise, and attention feel like a drug. She'd sit close to me so close I could smell her perfume. Her knee would brush mine under the table, just long enough to make my pulse race, then pull away. She'd let her fingers move through my hair while talking about things at work, then tighten her grip for exactly one second when she noticed my breath . Once, crossing a crowded street, she placed her hand with mine and guided me beside her. “Stay close.” Two words. Simple. Possessive....I thought about that for days. She never gave enough. Just enough to keep me hungry. That’s when the begging started. Not dramatic, humiliating begging. Worse. Soft begging. The kind hidden inside effort. Long messages I'd rewrite three times before sending, hoping they'd sound worthy of her attention. Little check ins she never asked for, but I offered anyway, And every time she ignored me, very time she let my message sit unread or acknowledged it with a single dry “k,” the craving grew stronger instead of fading.. People outside femdom don't understand this. They think begging is degradation. But with the right woman, begging becomes intimacy. It's the rawest form of flirting. I want you so badly that I'll put my need in your hands and let you decide if I deserve it. One night, after I'd sent her a particularly desperate paragraph she finally texted back. “You're very cute when you're needy.” It was just few words. But the way she said it made my flip. She hadn't given me relief. She'd given me approval. Permission to keep wanting. Then later that evening she met me for exactly 10 seconds...fixed my collar gently, gave me a smile, and walked away. I stood there replaying those ten seconds in my head for hours. That's when it clicked. She wasn't ignoring me out of cruelty. She was answering me in the language of anticipation. She knew that it was the most honest form of flirting I knew...And she was letting me flirt. So yes, I begged. I begged for her attention in long texts. I begged through gifts I though she liked. I begged by showing up, by trying harder, by letting her see how much I want her. And every time she gave me just enough to keep me going... I fell a little deeper everytime. Because with her, begging felt less like begging and more like saying, I trust you with my hunger. And her flirting back felt liittle like teasing and more like..I'm going to make sure you never stop wanting more.....