Femdom Vomit Sessions: My Descent into Surrender

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I’d never done this before. Not like this. But the way Raven leaned against her door, wearing a black corset that split open at the crotch, I knew there was no turning back. She’d found me in a fetish club, watching from the shadows while couples staged public scenes. She came up to me, whispered, “You like watching, but you’ve never let anyone watch you, have you?” I didn’t answer. She smiled like she already knew.

Her apartment was a basement—cold, damp, the walls lined with gear I didn’t have names for. But she didn’t waste time explaining. She pushed me onto a couch, my face pressed to a damp pillow. “Hands behind your back,” she said, her voice soft but firm. I obeyed. She bound my wrists with leather cuffs, tight enough to sting. “You’re here because you want to be. But once we start, you don’t get to stop until I say so. Understand?” I nodded. She grinned.

“Good. Now, drink this.” She thrust a glass into my mouth. It tasted like sour citrus, something sweet and artificial. I drank too fast, choked, and she slapped the back of my head. “Swallow. All of it.” The glass was refilled, colder this time. I drank again, feeling the liquid slosh in my stomach. Her nails dug into my scalp, holding my head still. “You’re going to throw it up. For me. For us.” She gestured to a camera in the corner. I hadn’t noticed it before. The red light blinked like a taunt.

The room spun as she led me to a padded sex bed. My knees hit the floor, and she pushed me facedown, binding my arms to the headboard. My face was positioned over a plastic basin. “I want to hear you gag,” she said. She palmed my cheek, her fingers rough against my skin. “I want you to feel every second.” She slid a tube down my throat—I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred. The taste of the drink mixed with bile, sour and hot.

“Look at you,” she purred, squeezing my throat. “Such a good boy. Such a pretty mess.” She patted my face, slow circles with her palm, as I dry heaved. The plastic basin filled with waves of liquid, the sound gross and primal. She dipped her fingers into it, smeared it across my chest. “You taste like desperation,” she said. I felt her kiss my shoulder, her lips wet with my sickness. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

She let me rest for a minute, maybe two. Just long enough to feel the shame creep back in. Then she was on me, pressing her forehead to my spine. “Talk to me,” she whispered. “Tell me how it feels.” I couldn’t form words, just choked out, “It hurts.” She laughed. “More than that. Let it out.” And suddenly she was slapping my ass, hard, her handprint burning against my skin. I arched, a sound escaping me that wasn’t human. She kept hitting, the rhythm building until I was crying, my body bucking against the restraints. My stomach heaved again, and she held her mouth open, drinking from my mouth as I vomited. She sucked me like a lover, her tongue pressing against my lips, and I came in my pants, the warmth seeping into the bed below me.

She let me cum like that, trembling and useless, before unclipping my wrists. Picked up a towel, wiped my face, and offered me a bottle of water. “Clean your teeth,” she said. “We’re not done.” In the mirror across the room, I saw myself—red-eyed, saliva dripping from my chin, the towel soaked between my legs. She kissed my neck, her breath hot against my ear. “You loved it. You’d do anything to feel that again.”

She wasn’t wrong. Check out the video section at femdom-fetish.video for more stories like mine—they’ll show you what it really looks like when a woman takes control. But nothing beats the real thing. I was hers after that first session, and I haven’t left her basement since. Every time she makes me puke, she says, “This is your punishment for being so pretty when you suffer.” And I believe her. Because it’s not punishment. It’s what I need.

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