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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Glutton

Credit for title picture - @loneghostwolf

König x F!reader

Disclaimer - this is a BDSM style fic, topics covered in this should NOT be carried out lightly. They should be performed either by a professional or in a committed relationship by consenting adults who have researched this. It can be dangerous both mentally and physically. Safe words, consent, limits and aftercare is non-negotiable in these scenarios.

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, humiliation, spitting, slapping, shibari, slight burning, foot/heel worship, loss of control, praise kink, allusions to breath play

Standing in the mirror your smoothed out the black latex corset which adorned your body. Paired with black latex trousers and black patent Louboutins. It hugged your figure so gracefully, enhancing every curve, every juncture of your body. Once the latex sat where you wanted it you sprayed on his favourite perfume. He loved heavy and musky scents, sandalwood, amber, oud.

And by him, you meant König.

You aren’t meant to have favourites in your job as a dominatrix, but he was … different.

A 6’10 mass of muscle, a killing machine. Hands that could easily break the bonds you’d put him in. That could easily over power you if he wanted to. Now while you make every client sign a strict contract, some would still try to take advantage. But König looked at you with nothing but respect.

You remembered your first meeting, where you discussed limits, safe words and scenarios he wanted to play out. ‘What made you want this?’ You asked cocking your head. This wasn’t something you usually asked, that was their business, but you felt compelled to ask him.

His brilliant blue eyes peered at you from across the table and you were met with a thick Austrian accent, ‘I want to lose control.’

Now König liked a mixture of fetishes, humiliation, heel worship, face slapping and a hint of being your personal ashtray. Being restrained was a no brainier for him, that’s how he felt like he’d lost control.

He took to his knees in front of you, eyes already wide, like a deer in the headlights at your outfit. The shoes? Fuck. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as the dim light bounced off the patent material.

Crimson rope twisted and slithered around his firm biceps, all the way down to his wrists. He flinched slightly as your fingers grazed his skin, he could feel himself becoming hard. You firmly tugged his arms behind his back. His tan tactical pants strained as his muscles bulged underneath, he was always topless during these sessions. Wearing only his hood and trousers. He still wanted to keep some anonymity.

As you fastened the last knot in the rope you lowered your mouth close to his ear ‘now, what do you say König?’ Your voice was husky and sultry as it brushed against him. His mouth suddenly dry he fought to find words ‘y .. yes.’ Digging your nails into his skin he let out a hiss, ‘yes what? Don’t forget your place König.’

‘Yes mistress.’

With a smirk you placed a tender kiss on his cheek, time to begin.

Now while you catered to many scenarios, your session room was mainly kitted out with gothic decor. Candles, reds, blacks, dark oak, rich warm colours all melting into one another. In the centre of the room sat your throne, a dark mahogany chair with red velvet and crystals. Two lion heads adorned the arms as intricate baroque style woodwork adorned it.

As you walked over towards your throne you could feel his eyes fucking your from behind. His glare focused solely on your shoes, how they created an arch in your foot. The thin stiletto heel tapped on the wooden floor as took each step. He gritted his teeth, short breaths escaping his lips as he felt adrenaline surge through his veins.

This is why he came to you.

To feel alive.

On the battlefield he’d never felt more empty. Taking lives didn’t phase him anymore. He was numb to it all now, he had to be in control there, here? He could lose himself completely.

Sitting on your throne you leant back, arms draped over the sides, legs crossed. With a click of your finger you pointed to your feet, ‘König come.’ Your voice stern and commanding. Slowly he crawled over to you, careful not to lose his balance. ‘Quickly. Don’t keep me waiting.’ You snapped scowling at him.

He sat on his heels in front of you, eyes glimmering under the candle light of the black crystal chandelier. Lifting your foot you slipped the point of the shoe under his mask, ‘lick it, be a good boy for me.’ You watched as his breaths became shallower, his thick chest panting. A small groan came from under the mask as you felt his warm tongue swipe along the shoe. ‘You like that?’ You asked, tone patronising and curt.

‘Yes’ he panted. Removing your foot you leant forward slapping him ‘yes fucking what? I won’t ask you again König.’ His eyes suddenly showing a glint of panic he apologised, the last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint you. ‘For a solider you’re shit at listening.’ This time you pressed your heel into his chest, pinching his skin. His eyes back rolled slightly, as you heard the rope creak under the immense pressure of his strength.

From under his mask you heard him lick his lips, a shaky breath rattled from his lungs. Gripping his cheeks you pulled him closer to you, glaring down at him you tutted. ‘Sounds like someone’s thirsty. Haven’t you drunk enough today? Shit listener and fucking stupid.’ He remained silent. ‘Would you like a drink König?’ You asked a devious smirk on your blood red lips. ‘Yes mistress’ he said, voice strained and pathetic.

You lifted his hood to just below his nose, his lips swollen and red from biting them. Running your thumb over his lips he automatically opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Hovering your mouth inches above his you pursed your lips, allowing a silk like ribbon of spit fall onto his tongue. Slipping to the back of his throat. A soft whimper emerged from him as he relished the taste of you. It was like a reward.

Tapping his face you allowed him to swallow before repeating it again another three times. Rewarding him with praise each time. Only he forgot to thank you. Unsure if he genuinely forgot due to his pleasure or due to him pushing you like the brat he was, this would not do. Motioning him to stand up you undid his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers. Leaving him bare.

‘On your knees and lick the floor like the ungrateful pig you are. You’re going to be punished severely for that.’ He did as he was told this time, muttering a yes mistress under his breath. You watched as his pink glossy tongue ran along the wood floor next to your foot. He placed a tender kiss on the skin as he looked up at you. Pupils blown wide, filled with euphoria and oxytocin.

He watched as you wandered over to a sideboard pulling out objects he couldn’t quite see. The anticipation made his cock twitch, pre-cum clinging to his engorged tip. You sat down on the edge of your throne, one foot behind the other as you lent on your thighs. You pulled out a cigarette and brass lighter, as you lit the cigarette he tensed knowing what was coming.

His favourite.

Taking a large inhale you blew the smoke in his face, menthol. You hated the taste of regular cigarettes, the menthol made it bearable. If you didn’t know him any better you’re sure a growl left his chest. With each puff of the cigarette you blew the smoke in his face, his eyes transfixed on you. ‘Coat your tongue and open your mouth’ you ordered. Doing as he was told he revealed his spit covered tongue to you, ever so gracefully you tapped the burnt ash onto his tongue. ‘Good boy’ you cooed, ‘swallow.’

Without breaking eye contact he swallowed, hard, gentle moans and whimpers echoing under his mask. This continued until the last drag of the cigarette. As a special reward for taking it all, you spat on his tongue before putting out the cigarette on it. A slight sizzle could be heard under Königs heavy panting.

His cock looked painful, throbbing with every word, every smack, every interaction. It was killing him. He was bordering on delirium, he needed to cum so bad. Noticing this you knelt down to his level and stared straight into his soul. ‘I know what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna go home, on your own and jerk off to this. In your sad little apartment. In your sad little life. On your own. Pathetic.’ His head flopped to his chest as a broken moan managed to fight its way to the surface.

He was close. Still on his knees you bent down and untied the rope, freeing his arms. ‘Lie down. Show me.’ You nodded to the floor, as you wound up the rope. Stretching out on the floor he led still awaiting your command. You lit another cigarette as you placed your foot on his neck, pressing slightly. His cock twitched against his stomach, hand on hip you repeated the command ‘show me, show me how you’d jack off on that pathetic apartment of yours. I want to hear those pathetic moans König.’

As his hand encased his cock his back arched off the floor, finally being able to release the pressure building up inside of him. Never taking his eyes off you he watched as you inhaled the cigarette, tapping the ash over his body. ‘Such a fucking loser’ you spat, ‘can’t find anyone to fuck so you come here?’ You let out a condescending laugh.

He pumped his cock, slow at first, building a rhythm as he writhed beneath you. ‘Are you a loser König?’

‘Yes misters’ he whined, muscles tensed his toes pointed as he neared his release. Your foot still on his neck you crouched lower to him and lifted up his mask. Slapping his cheek you repeated your question ‘are you a pathetic loser?’

‘Yes mistress’ he whimpered, voice cracking and shaking. This time you spat on his face, the salvia landed on his lips, he licked them eagerly. Another taste of you.

‘Cum König.’ You barked as you stared into the black void that was once his eyes. Pupils completely blown wide, glazed and glassy. And just like that? He came on command. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, jaw slack as he rode out his orgasm. You watched the way his body contorted under you, his muscles rippling and tense.

After he’d come down from his high you offered him a warm inviting smile. He looked a little shy but retuned the gesture. ‘Well done König. You always do so well for me. Go clean up and meet me in the debrief room.’

After each session König would use the private bathroom for clients, muted colours, essential oils and lavender filled the room. Utter relaxation was the goal. Once dressed he met you in the debrief room where you had changed, ‘you really are a glutton for punishment König.’ You smiled softly as he joined you on the sofa.

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Taglist - @luminousbeings-crudematter @griffmon @southernbluebellereader

This is the throne - I need it for my vanity tbh lmao

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femmefatalevibe · 7 months

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

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