Femdom Therapist, female supremacy and black femdom erotica by Chrissy Wild

Femdom Therapist

“I don’t know when I started believing in female supremacy,” said the timid and frail young man in his early 20s to his therapist.

Tim’s usual psychologist was an older man who was easy to talk to, especially involving Tim’s sexual inadequacy issues. The old man was on a month-long vacation, and to Tim’s horror, the shrink’s female assistant was taking over while the doctor was away.

Everything about the situation made Tim uneasy. The assistant was a very attractive black woman, only a few years older than he was. He had seen her almost every time Tim went in for counseling, once a week, and there was always something about her that made him uncomfortable.

She sometimes seemed to snicker behind Tim’s back, which made Tim believe that she had been reading his case file. If she had, she would have read all about Tim’s crushing inferiority complex, and how he worships beautiful women and is obsessed with pleasing them. She would have read all about his deepest, darkest secrets and fears, which were meant only for his psychologist, and not some assistant, least of which a female assistant.

He was hesitant to come in at all during the month of his doctor’s absence but his problems were so severe that he couldn’t stand the idea of going a whole month without therapy. Not ten minutes into the first session with the assistant he was realizing his misgivings were not unfounded.

Here he was, having to go into painful detail about all his embarrassing thoughts about female superiority and his perverted sexual kinks to this woman. He hoped so much that the doctor would have sent him to a colleague, a male doctor, so he wouldn’t feel so embarrassed. On a psychological level, this was as bad as that one time he had to get naked in front of those two female nurses when his family doctor was away. They probed his body, giving him a prostate and testicle exam. This therapist was probing him mentally.

Just like that humiliating time in the doctor’s office when he was so embarrassed he had an erection being naked in front of those beautiful young nurses, now he struggled to conceal his arousal at the thought of this beautiful black woman getting inside his head and making him reveal all these sexy secrets.

Ariana, the assistant doing the therapy session, was looking stunning that day. There was no desk between therapist and patient, and Tim got a full look at her slender body. She sat up straight, with her legs crossed, wearing a tight purple skirt that seemed too short and revealing for a professional setting. Tim couldn’t keep his eyes off her long, brown legs. She wore a tight black blouse that emphasized her small, perky breasts.

She undoubtedly noticed Tim’s eyes all over her body. When she leaned over to grab her clipboard off the desk, she made sure that Tim could see her perfect ass. He had never been with a black woman before and had, up until now, no desire to be with one. But sitting here and getting a good view of this sexy, young black woman, he couldn’t stop thinking about seeing her naked ass.

He had also never done any of the kinky things he was in therapy to talk about. What he thought was his perversion was limited to obsessive thoughts and looking up female domination websites. He certainly never would do any of those things with a black woman. Maybe it was fear.

“Elaborate on that, Tim,” said Ariana.

“Well,” said Tim, “isn’t it self-explanatory? It means I believe women should be the supreme gender in every way.”

“Could you be more specific?”

“You’re going to make me tell you why I think females are superior? Do I have to tell you everything?”

“You’re not going to get over your problems holding back, Tim. We females are superior. Why?”

Tim noticed how she worded that question. She didn’t ask him why he believed females were superior. She stated that females were superior, as if she agreed with him. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like that he was so obsessed with female supremacy. That was why he was in therapy. The last thing he needed was for a therapist to affirm his suspicions about the way of the world, and the social hierarchy.

“I’m not entirely sure,” said Tim. “I guess I just feel inferior as a male.”

“As you should,” said Ariana as she wrote in her notepad, almost under her breath.

“I’m sorry?”

“Nothing,” said Ariana, still writing. “Go on.”

“I suppose I learned early on that society promotes female superiority. We learn that in schools and from the media. We’re taught to respect females. Females deserve respect and worship.”

“That’s true.”

Tim was taken aback.

“True that we’re taught that females deserve worship or true that females deserve worship?”

Ariana put the notepad on her lap and folded her hands on top of it. Tim noticed that her fingernails were very long and sharp. They looked quite vicious.

“Both,” said the therapist, smiling.

Tim was silent and confused.

“Well,” said Tim, “what should I do?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No. Not for a while.”

“What happened with the last one?”

“I brought up the whole femdom thing.”

“Femdom?”

“Female domination. I wanted to bring femdom into the relationship.”

“Isn’t that a given? Most women dominate their men these days anyway.”

“It was a female led relationship, of course. But I wanted her to dominate me in bed, too. I wanted to try being whipped. I wanted her to use a strapon on me. I wanted her to punish me. I wanted to truly grovel. It was the sexual thrill I wanted, and she just didn’t want to do all that. She ran off with my best friend, who she said was a real man.”

“Tim, I think you need to find a nice young woman to worship. I mean really worship, as in she has total control over you.”

“That’s the thing,” said Tim, “I think I would only really want that kind of thing once in a while, like, to just get off on. I’m not sure I’m ready for the real deal.”

“Ready or not, it’s what you need. It’s what every man needs. You need to give in to your secret desires. You need to let a woman completely dominate you like she owns your soul.”

“I think that scares me,” said Tim, getting uncomfortable. “Look, I come here to solve my problems and it seems like you want to make them worse. The doctor helps me try to get rid of my obsessions. What are you trying to do to me?”

Ariana ignored the question and continued writing in her notes.

“What are your deepest fears?” she asked.

“I’m not sure I want to tell you,” said Tim, crossing his arms across his chest and looking away.

Ariana leaned forward and put her hand on his leg.

“Look at me,” said Ariana in a soft voice. “Sweetie. Look at me.”

Tim looked at her and noticed she had the prettiest hazel eyes. She really looked good with her pink lipstick, and lots of silver jewelry. He wasn’t sure if the look she gave him was genuine concern, or smug, condescending superiority.

“If you’re going to get what you need,” she said, stroking Tim’s leg with her long nails, “you’re going to have to trust me.”

Tim felt at ease. It might have been because he now trusted Ariana, or because she used her feminine charm to control him. Either way, she had him like putty in her hands. She went back to the notepad and simply waited for Tim to continue. He felt like he had little choice.

“It’s embarrassing,” said Tim.

“I’m a professional,” said Ariana. “and besides, I’ve heard a lot in the two years since I graduated college.”

“I keep having nightmares that I’m being smothered.”

“Like with a pillow?”

“Not exactly.”

Tim looked around and once again looked like he was about to run out of the room.

“How are you being smothered?” Ariana asked.

“By a female ass. Okay? A beautiful female ass is always smothering me. Sometimes I’m suffocating. Other times I can breathe through my nose, through her ass crack. Sometimes the woman is glad to be sitting on my face. Other times, she’s completely disregarding me. There. I said it.”

“That’s a start,” said Ariana, slightly smiling. She sat up in her seat and adjusted her ass a little, which Tim couldn’t help but notice. “Go on. Is that your worst fear?”

“No,” said Tim, taking his time to compose his thoughts. “I’m terrified that a woman is going to cut my penis off.”

“Now why would a woman cut your penis off?”

“I didn’t say it was a rational fear. I’m just always afraid of losing control and a woman doing whatever she wants with me, including doing the worst thing that could ever happen to a guy.”

“That’s an easy fix. Next time you get a girlfriend, have her fit you in one of those male chastity devices. It’s like protection. No one, not even you, can get at your penis. Your balls are another story. She could always still kick you in the balls.”

“Well, she has to punish me somehow, right?” said Tim, with a little laugh.

“Oh believe me, there is more than one way to skin a cat. Or is it penis?”

“Oh God, I hope not.”

“But really. There are lots of things a couple can do to punish the male. I teach couples counseling and I have my women do lots of things to keep their men in line.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, have you ever been spanked?”

“Have I? No, of course not. That’s so degrading and humiliating.”

“That’s the point, dear. Oh, and the pain, of course.”

“Are we still talking about me here?”

“We might be getting off track. More on spanking later. We’re talking about your fears. Well, you’re in luck today, young man.”

“I am?”

“Yes. I’m going to cure you of your fears.”

“How?”

“Exposure.”

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“I knew you wouldn’t. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have a problem, would you? I’m going to cure you of your fears by exposing you to them. That way, you could see that the thing you’re afraid of, you’ll be exposed to, and you’ll still be alright. Okay?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, you came in here to get rid of your problems. You consented to all my methods when you signed in. Don’t you read the fine print?”

“I think I’ll start.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll have fun. Eventually.”

Ariana stood up and put the notepad on the desk.

“Let’s start with the smothering fear,” said Ariana, slowly pulling up her short skirt.

“What? What do you mean? You’re not going to sit… Are you serious?”

Ariana smiled and nodded.

“Lay on the couch, face up.”

She grabbed hold of his shoulders and gently nudged him back until he gave in and laid all the way down. He laid back and watched her. She kicked off her high heels, swung her knee over him to rest next to his torso, and faced his feet. Then she put her other knee up on the couch cushion on the other side of his torso, with her feet next to his head, holding it in place.

She slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal her naked, dark, round ass, mere inches from Tim’s face.

“Oh my God, please…” Tim said, about to panic. He could have thrown her off of him at that moment, but he was either paralyzed with fear or he realized that deep down inside, what he feared he actually desired. Either way, he lay motionless and awaited his fate.

Without saying anything, Ariana lowered her ass toward Tim’s face. He was breathing heavily, with his heart racing. As her black ass sat down on his face, Tim took one more deep breath.

She sat down on his face, dominating him with her perfect, dark brown ass cheeks, and burying his mouth in her pussy, and his nose in her ass crack. For a second, Tim thought his head would be crushed as the woman sat her full weight down on his face, pushing the back of his deep into the couch.

She put her hands on his belly to steady herself and eased off of him a little, leaning forward so his nose could get some air. This was a relief to Tim, who thought for a moment that Ariana was really going to smother him. He breathed frantically through his nose, which was still pressed into the woman’s slightly sweaty ass crack..

“That’s right, sugar,” said Ariana, looking back and down at him. “Get some fresh air.”

She sat on his face like she sat on her chair, with her back straight, arching it a bit.

“Let your senses get the full experience of a woman smothering you,” said Ariana.

With all her flavorful and aromatic parts so close to him, Tim was breathing in her odors: her feet, her pussy, and her ass. All he could see were the two black mounds squashing his face, with very little light let in by her ass and the couch. He was starting to get hot, with her warm, sweaty ass heating him up.

Ariana pulled Tim’s shirt up to expose his belly. She lightly caressed his flesh with her long nails. The only sounds above Tim’s deep nasal breathing were the jingling of Ariana’s jewelry as she caressed his belly, a sound he would never forget.

Then the woman sat all the way back again with no warning, closing off Tim’s air supply by smothering his nose. Ariana waited a few seconds before leaning forward and playfully wiggling her butt cheeks side to side.

“See?” she said, “I let you breathe again. When a woman sits on your face, she will eventually let you breathe. Like all other things, she is in control. She will decide when you get fresh air. She may let you suffer a little first, but she’ll let you breathe. You have nothing to be afraid of.”

Ariana could tell that Tim was not panicking anymore. He was breathing as normally as a man could, through his nose in a woman’s ass crack.

“Moving on,” the therapist said as she unbuckled Tim’s buckle and unzipped his pants. His arms laid motionless at his side. While Ariana dominated his face, he still could move his arms. She made a point not to restrain him. She wanted to teach him that to face his fears.

She pulled his pants down to reveal Tim’s underwear and bulge. She pulled the underwear down to reveal his rock-hard erection.

“I knew you’d like this,” Ariana said, laughing.

Tim was enjoying this beautiful black woman’s ass in his face, but he was wondering what the next therapy would be. Ariana very lightly stroked Tim’s penis with her sharp nails, tickling him and giving him tingly, pleasurable sensations. With her other hand, she began lightly dragging her nails across his scrotum.

“Sometimes I slice through my arm by accident when I have an itch,” said Ariana, increasing the pressure she was putting on Tim’s genitals. “So imagine what I could do to your sensitive little man parts.”

She cupped Tim’s balls with one hand, sending the tips of each finger into his flesh, almost breaking skin. With her other hand, she put her thumb nail and finger nails on either side of his dick and stroked up and down, digging into his skin. Tim was breathing heavier and obviously getting nervous.

“You’re so small, you’d hardly miss a thing!” she said, scratching Tim’s penis, drawing blood for the first time.

Tim moaned, unable to speak because Ariana was sitting on his mouth.

“It’s okay,” she said, putting her hands back on his belly. “I didn’t cut your dick off. See? Women don’t always do that when they have the power to. You know I have the power to do that, right?”

Tim muffled in agreement, “Mm hmm.”

“But I didn’t do it,” she said. “You have nothing to worry about.”

She smacked his balls lightly a few times.

“And I’ll let you keep these. Whenever you get a girlfriend or a wife, these will belong to her. You know that. But in most cases, women let their men keep everything intact. Really. They might control when you cum, and let you have blue balls for months at a time. But all of that is so you are more attentive to her. She wants you always horny so you truly want to eat her pussy daily and serve her. Why would she want to get rid of that?”

Tim couldn’t answer. Ariana realized he couldn’t speak and laughed.

“You know I always tell my ladies that if they want to shut a man up, sit on his face. Watch some TV, paint your nails, call a friend, all while he takes his proper place under you, I tell them. It’s a good way to win an argument, that’s for sure.”

Tim tried to laugh, but only forcefully breathed out on Ariana’s anus.

“Ooh, I like that,” said Ariana. “I’m getting a bit wet, too.”

Ariana rocked her hips so her pussy and ass slid across Tim’s mouth and nose, getting them wet with her juices.

“But I have a boyfriend,” she said. “And I don’t want to get carried away. Okay, Timmy, I think you got some fear facing in today.”

She tickled his belly and got off his face and stood up.

“Thank you, Ariana,” said Tim sitting up and zipping his jeans. “I think I learned a lot today.”

“We’re not finished. Every time you come in for counseling, you need to be punished.”

“For what?”

“For being a male.”

“Just for being a man?”

“That’s right. Things have changed recently, but for most of history, men have been horrible bastards to women. Now that the tables have turned, women can never let men forget who they were, and who they are now.”

“Okay,” Tim said in a defeated way. He knew she was right.

“So get on my lap and pull those jeans and undies down.”

Ariana sat back down on the couch and waited for Tim to accept his punishment.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Tim, rolling his eyes.

He got on his knees and leaned on her lap so that his belly was over her legs and his hips and ass stuck out. He pulled down his pants and underwear, fully exposing his naked ass.

“What a spankable, white butt,” Ariana said.

She wasted no time and spanked his ass, causing him to jump. She repeated the spanking, again and again, on the same spot, to make sure it hurt the most, and got the reddest. Perhaps even more humiliating than a woman almost his age spanking his bare naked ass for no reason, was the fact that the slap sounds were so loud that Tim was certain everyone in the waiting room could hear it.

“This,” Ariana said in between each spank, “is how… to punish…. and emasculate…. a man….. at the same…. time. This is so…. you respect…. and worship… women… Don’t forget it.”

Ariana finished, but let Tim stay in the humiliated position a while longer.

“Look at that red butt,” she said, fondling and squeezing his tender butt cheeks. She spread his cheeks wide to get a look at his vulnerable asshole. “And look at that little hole. Your girlfriend gonna love pegging that.”

She licked her finger and put it in his asshole. This made Tim jump, and involuntarily squeeze his cheeks and sphincter.

“Relax, baby,” she told him, with her finger still in his ass. “Every woman should get to penetrate her man. Judging by your reaction and how tight you are, this is the first time a woman penetrated you. See why I punished you? You think men should penetrate women but not the other way around? Answer me.”

“No ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought. Now get up. You learned enough for the day.”

Ariana took her finger out of Tim’s anus and gave Tim’s ass a couple slaps, making his cheeks jiggle. The humiliated man got up and pulled his underwear and jeans back up. Once again Ariana returned to her chair while Tim sat on the couch.

“Like I said, we’ll do this each session. As far the rest of the days of the week, I want you to come in here and let me sit on your face while I work. The doctor will come back, so I’ll be at my desk all day. It’s a perfect opportunity for you to get used to a woman sitting on your face, and occasionally smothering you. I’ll be fully clothed and you’ll be completely naked. How’s that for exposure?”

“I think I’ll enjoy that kind of cure.”

“Honey, you don’t need to be cured. You have a real reason to fear women, and our asses, and our punishments. You just have to learn to love it. With my help, and the help of my ass and spanking hand, you’ll learn your rightful place. You will learn to love what you thought was your illness.”

Tim agreed. He knew that he’d never return to the doctor’s office to seek a cure for his female domination obsession. Instead, he would return daily to the doctor’s assistant’s office, for other, sexier, reasons.

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