How to Introduce Rimming in Your FLR

This is the practice where the barrier is usually not with him, but with you. He actually wants it: for a submissive it’s the highest form of worship—access to the place no one else is allowed, service to the most private part of the body. What almost always stops it is your own “what if he finds it disgusting” and “it’s indecent to ask for something like that.”

Let’s take it piece by piece. The squeamishness here is cultural, not biological: we were all taught that this spot is shameful, and nothing more. It doesn’t disgust him—on the contrary, the more intimate and “forbidden,” the stronger the charge; that’s exactly the mechanism that makes humiliation work. He thinks about this, believe me, far longer than you do — and in terms far more flattering to you. And you don’t have to ask: you’re not asking, you’re allowing—the difference is fundamental.

Where he came from. For many men even cunnilingus is a taboo: “not manly”, “I’m not for that”, better if she doesn’t ask. Anilingus, in that picture of the world, is beyond the line altogether — not something one discusses even with oneself. And now this man is on his knees at your bed, his face where his upbringing never let him come near — and he is asking. Not enduring, not doing you a favour — asking. Between who he was and where he is now lies a whole biography; you walked it for him with a single permission. That is the measure of your power: not what he does, but how far he had to come to do it.

And if you still doubt whether it disgusts him — don't ask; look at him at that moment. To him you are a goddess and this is the altar; no other practice charges him like it: a wild, cage-straining erection is guaranteed from the first second, and it hurts him too, which only makes it sweeter. Remember that indicator for later: an erection is the most honest signal there is. In words he can be shy, bargain and lie; his body can't. If you want to know which practice really turns him on — don't ask. Watch what happens in the cage.

You don’t need to worry about depth: he won’t be able to go deep anyway. The tongue is short and soft, his face is pressed close—realistically it’s a centimetre at most, and the sphincter keeps its tone and simply won’t yield to a soft tongue. The whole practice is about the entrance and the surface; there is no penetration at all. You also set the pace — how, a little further down.

There are a lot of nerve endings there, and for many women the sensation is surprisingly strong—gentler and deeper than the clitoris, with a feeling of complete openness. It works on its own or as background while he or you are busy in front. Hygiene is simple: a shower beforehand is enough. Note — your shower. His hygiene in this scene is of no interest to anyone; he is not a guest here, he is an appliance.

What you get. The most private part of you has become an altar. What you were shy about, what you hid, what isn’t spoken of — is now the place one is admitted to by your word and thanks you for. The shame turns over: it was yours, it is now his, and it suits him. And this is your power in its purest form, without straps and without effort. You didn’t punish, didn’t order, didn’t put anything on. You simply made yourself comfortable — and he ended up where he belongs. Everything else in your dynamic asks at least something of you. This asks only that you allow yourself.

How to arrange it. The easiest positions are on your stomach or on all fours—you don’t have to do anything, just lie there and receive. Or facesitting — the most commanding option: he lies on his back and does not move, hands behind his head or pinned under your knees, while you sit on his face with your back to him and decide how hard to press, how much he gets to breathe and when to lift off. He isn't doing anything — it is being done to him; his tongue is simply the place you grind against. Never has a man had such motivation to do everything right — and such a narrow field of vision to get distracted in. Guide him: slower, with a flat tongue, unhurried—and don’t thank him, just assess. "Good" is the most he can hope for; "it'll do" is the norm; silence is a reason to try harder. Let him worship your ass — properly, not the way he thinks he knows how. He has always treated this part of you with respect — he just used to respect it from a distance.

The most important part is the frame. This isn’t “he’s doing you a favour,” but a privilege that has to be earned: have him ask permission, have him thank you afterwards. Some men are afraid that one day they will be put on their knees. Yours is afraid that one day he won’t be. Then the act you once felt shy about becomes the clearest proof of your power—he at your feet, his face exactly where he’s allowed only by your word. The shame here is his to feel — and he feels it honestly, with his whole erection.

No post on the internet, no woman in latex on a screen ever gave him what you give him with one movement — by simply making yourself comfortable.

The point: the only thing between you and this is learned shame. He’s been ready for a long time; all that’s left is to let yourself accept it.