The Missionary's Position (F/M)

[ZTVFemdomtales]

don't know if I posted this here last year or not but below is the revised version if I did.

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The knock on her door interrupted Lena’s vibrator time. That was going to be a costly mistake. The little blonde didn’t even bother to change out of her pink nightie. The fact it showed off her matching bra and panties via the gaps on either side of the single used button didn’t seem to bother her. Not as she marched toward the door, vibrator still in hand.

“Yes?” she snapped, flinging the door open.

The boy on the other side was taken aback by her abrasive welcome. He even took a step back away from the door. He was well built. Probably from years at the gym. His face was boyish. More of a puppy dog than a person really. He seemed to regain his composure and stepped back up to the doorway. He took a deep breath and clutched his bible close to his chest.

“Good afternoon, Mam. Do you have a moment to discuss our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

She was afraid he was going to say something like that.

“No. I don’t.”

He took in her attire.

“Why are you dressed like that? It’s the middle of the day.”

“If you must know I work the 4am shift and need to go to bed soon.”

He looked at her vibrator.

“You shouldn’t be doing that.”

“And why the fuck not?” she snapped, pressing it into his chest, right over his nipple.

“It’s sinful.”

“Very.”

She flicked it on. It buzzed to life and so did the boy. He began moaning.

“Please… stop that…”

“What?” she asked, switching to his other nipple. “This?”

“Yes… it’sss… sin…”

“You think that’s sinful? You should feel it here.”

With that she dropped it down to his dick. She could see he had already been hard from just looking at her. He ran it in circles around his junk. He came hard, shaking and then passed out right on her porch.

“Fuck.”

A quick once over told her no one had noticed her little… indiscretion. She dragged the boy inside and closed the door. Locking it tight she set out to gather the gear she would need. First things first, those nasty pants had to go. Luckily for the boy, her exe left a pair behind that could fit him. She set his shoes and socks aside. Grabbing a trash bag, she pulled his pants and underwear off and tossed them in. She took a look at what he was packing under there. Not bad. She slipped the clean pants over him before pulling him into a wooden chair she had moved from the kitchen.

She brought out her stash of white cotton rope she used for playtime when she had a lover or two. She tied his ankles together first. Then she repeated the process just above his knees. The buttoned-up church shirt just wouldn’t do. Taking it off she was pleased to find a white tank top underneath. Pulling his arms behind his back she tied each wrist to the back of the chair. She bound his arms to his sides just under the shoulders and made a loop around his neck further restraining his movements. Not a moment too soon. Her ‘guest’ had started to wake.

“Wakey, wakey,” she said, patting his cheek.

“Wha…?”

“Have a nice nap?”

He tried to move.

“What… what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? You interrupted my playtime.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been doing that. It’s a sin.”

“There you go again.”

“What?”

“Judging me. You’re just some sexually repressed little shit who thinks just because he goes to church that his god gives him permission to go around harassing others and forcing them to kowtow to his way of life.”

“I…”

She shoved a big red ball bag into his mouth, strapping it nice and tight behind his head.

“You don’t get to talk. People like you talk all the time. About sin. About what a woman is allowed to do. Well, I say I’m allowed to do this.”

She yanked off his socks and shoes, tossing them aside.

“Whmmm arm yom gommm tm dm?” he mumbled.

She simply flicked on the vibrator. He clinched as tight as he could. It did him no good. She ran it over the heels of his feet. It was like lightning shot through his nerves sending spasms through his bound body. She ran the vibrator along his sides next. From there she moved to his armpits. His body rocked with so much laughter he was soon covered with sweat.

Lena climbed off her victim and headed back into her room. She had something special she never got to use. Something this little shit could use a healthy dose of. Returning to the living room she held up the little black riding crop for Francisco to see. She laughed as his eyes widened in fear. Shaking his head ‘no’ in a near panic he tried in vain to scoot his chair out of her reach. She just laughed and grabbed his feet. He shook his head. She nodded yes. She pulled her hand back, ready to swing.

Francisco closed his eyes. Lena swung. He jumped as he felt a light tap on his feet. Lena laughed hysterically.

“You should have seen your face.”

He glared at her. She swung again. This time he jumped before the crop got any closer. She laughed again.

“Oh god, I really needed this.”

She turned the vibrator back on. He shook his head, eyes pleading.

“Oh, calm down. This isn’t for you.”

She put it between her legs. God, the sensations felt great. She had needed this more than she had previously believed. It wasn’t long before a damp spot was forming in the front of her panties. That gave her an idea. That gave her a wonderful idea. That gave her a wonderful, twisted idea. She slid her panties off and before he could fully register he was seeing her bare pussy, she slid them over Fransico’s head, damp spot right on his nose. He flung his head side to side as if he could dislodge them. It proved to be a fruitless effort. Lena laughed again and pressed the spot over his nose.

“Deep breath.”

He shook his head no. He tried to resist. With his mouth gagged like it was he had to breath through his nose. He had to take in her scent. He had no choice. To his surprise he found it to be rather… exhilarating. It was like something had awakened deep within him. His dick sprang to attention.

“Ooh, what have we got here?”

She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick right out.

“Looks like someone wants to play.”

He desperately shook his head no again. She ignored him. Lena pulled off her bra and placed the inside of one of the cups over the tip of his dick.

Lena looked him in the eye.

“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

He blushed and looked away from her.

“Of course you are. Never even played with yourself I bet.”

He frowned and shook his head vigorously. Her face softened. Her voice became gentler.

“They did a real number on you didn’t they, Baby?”

He looked at her confused. She took the ball bag out.

“Sex is not a sin.”

“Only if it’s done between a man and woman and only to make babies.”

“No one believes that.”

“My pastor does.”

“There’s a good chance he doesn’t. You’d be shocked at how many religious leaders don’t follow their own moral rules when it comes to sex.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Alright, tell me this: who does having sex for pleasure hurt?”

“Everyone. It hurts your soul.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

He struggled to find a retort.

“What’s your name?”

“Francisco.”

“Sexy.”

He blushed.

“Did you drive here or walk?”

“Walk.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to pleasure you.”

“But…”

She put the gag back in.

“It’s not up to you. You need to learn the value of sex and self-love.”

She sat on his lap and ran the vibrator over his nipple again.

“And Baby, I’m one hell of a teacher.”

She turned the vibrator down to its lowest setting and ran it over the top of his now exposed shaft. He bucked like a wild steed beneath her.

“Did that hurt?”

He shook his head no.

“It felt good, didn’t it?”

He looked away again, ashamed. She touched him with it again.

“Doesn’t it?”

Begrudgingly he nodded.

“Your body was designed to be pleasured. It needs sexual stimulation. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so sensitive now, would it?”

She stroked his cheek. Fransico leaned into it despite himself.

“Let me put it to you this way. You are taught to help others. To give to others.”

He nodded.

“That’s what sex between partners is all about. We help each other feel good. It’s an expression of our love for one another. To withhold pleasure from another is a selfish act. You are telling them you don’t love them, that they’re not worth loving. You would never do that, would you?”

He shook his head no.

“That’s because you’re a good boy.”

She gave him a playful little kiss on his gag. He blushed but smiled.

“Withholding pleasure from yourself is just as cruel. You are saying that you yourself are not worthy of love. You’re not saying that, are you?”

He looked down.

“Oh, you poor boy. You deserve love as much as anyone else. I could easily love you. I can show you what love between a man and a woman is truly like. Would you like me to do that?”

He blushed but didn’t move. She could see the fear in his eyes. She could see the conflict raging within. She grabbed the cup of her bra and rubbed it over his dick. He gasped and thrashed beneath her.

“Come on. Let me love you. Let me give you what you truly need. Do it. Do it. Do it!”

She added to her argument by turning on the vibrator and ran it over the top of his dick.

“How about now?”

He nodded vigorously. She took the bra off his dick and slid it inside her. His gasp this time was almost a shout.

“Here’s the first lesson of your sexual education.”



Lena moaned happily as the vibrator did its wicked little dance between her legs. She lay on her bed naked as the day she was born. Not for the first time in the last month her mind wandered back to that cute Missionary boy. After a night of rather wonderful passion, she had sent him on her way. No longer mad, she didn’t want to upend Francisco’s life too much. That didn’t stop her from wanting him back. She liked the feeling of being in control. There was a knock on the door.

“Come on!”

She marched downstairs and threw the door open.

“Francisco?”

The missionary stood there awkwardly clearly distressed.

“What’s wrong?”

“They kicked me out.”

“Who did? Kicked out of where?”

“Everyone. Everywhere.”

She took his hand.

“Come on.”

She led him up to her room and sat on the bed with him.

“Now tell me what happened.”

“I didn’t tell anyone what happened between us. I knew they wouldn’t understand. I was afraid you’d get in trouble. The secret was too much. I confessed to my preacher. He excommunicated me. He tossed me out of the church.

“They called my family before I got home. They were so ashamed of me. My mother called me a pervert, a sinner. My father hates me for letting a woman take advantage of me like that. They threw me out of the house. I had no idea where else to go.”

Lena thought for a long, hard minute. She grabbed the vibrator and flipped it on. She swirled around his dick till he came in his pants and collapsed on the bed.

“I knew freeing you was a mistake. I’m going to get my ropes. Get comfy. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you were meant to be. Oh and this time I am never going to let you leave.”

[PascalBound]

Maybe I should start doing Missionary work, didnt expect this board to be what turns me to religion now.
Very fun Story, thanks for sharing!

[LunaDog]

Well, this is supposed to be a team meaning 'normal' and possibly even boring. Which your tale is certainly NOT.