Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 13

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Submissive men, I think, often assume that dominant women are confident, and I think that's true for dominant women that have inhabited that mindset for a long time. I think that's less likely to be true if a woman is just coming into her dominance, particularly because it's hard to know if a man is willing to submit and it can feel like a potent form of rejection if he has no interest in submitting.

Kara was like that. She had no trouble exploring her dominant desires, but she certainly didn't come across as overwhelmingly confident at first. There were times when she was hesitant, and times where I was hesitant, too, to be honest, because I wasn't sure what she'd think of me if I happily offered my submission.

I'm not sure why, but any hesitation Kara possessed largely disappeared after our wedding. She was still exploring her dominant desires, just as I was still exploring my submissive desires, but she no longer seemed to possess any fear that I would refuse a request or that I'd feel uncomfortable with just about anything she wanted. She was right to feel that way, too.

I thought I'd share a few examples of how she grew even more confident in her dominance in the months after our wedding and maybe you'll have as much fun reading about these lovely instances of domination as I did in submitting to them.

Two weeks after our wedding - and just a few days after we got home from our honeymoon - Kara went out with her girlfriends. She's friends with the kinds of girls that dress to the nines when they go out, so she looked damn good in a skirt, a sparkly tank top, and a pair of three inch heels. She gave me a long, intensely erotic kiss before leaving, gave my cock a few strokes through my pants, and told me not to masturbate while she was gone.

Kara returned well after midnight. I was asleep, in fact, though she wasn't particularly quiet upon entering our apartment so I woke up before she reached the bedroom.

She seemed a little bit drunk when she walked into the room. Mostly from the way she swayed just a bit and the giddy smile on her face, which was the sort you really only see when someone's drunk.

I was certain she was drunk when she came over and gave me a kiss as the taste of alcohol on her breath was astoundingly strong. It was a really hot kiss, though, and she still looked really good in her outfit so of course I got turned on.

"Can you taste him?" she whispered with our lips still just a few inches apart.

Despite the fact that Kara was free to fuck other people and that she'd taken advantage of that fact a few times by that point in our relationship, it still took me a few seconds to realize that she was almost certainly referring to the fact that she'd hooked up with someone.

So, I asked, "Wait, what?" with a dumb expression on my face.

Kara smiled as it seemed that my confusion delighted her. She kissed me again, this time pushing her tongue remarkably deep into my mouth and swirling it around, an act that left me almost fully erect. Then she asked, "Can you taste the cock that I sucked tonight?"

I couldn't taste cock - of course I couldn't - but that wasn't the point of asking. She was having fun letting me know that she'd had fun with another man that night. Kara did so with such delight - like she found it genuinely thrilling to tell me - that I couldn't help but get caught up in that delight.

"You hooked up with someone?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded before reaching down to take off her heels. She yanked the covers off my body, climbed into the bed, and straddled my chest before slowly pulling her skirt up. I saw that her panties were wet - very wet, in fact - and I felt this rush of pleasure move through my body.

That pleasure was rooted in the knowledge that my dominant wife had fucked someone else because she desired it. Strangely, I was turned on by the idea that she hadn't bothered letting me know or asking me. She just did it because it's what she wanted and there's something so hot about that.

"I wonder if you'll be able to taste him when I sit on your face," she said with a naughty smile.

A moment later Kara pulled her panties aside, dragged her hips forward, and sat on my face. Her pussy was hot and exceptionally wet and I could, in fact, taste just a hint of latex, no doubt the remnant of the condom the guy she'd fucked had used.

Knowing she'd fucked someone was hot. Tasting the evidence of her having fucked someone else was far, far hotter. I couldn't help but think of someone else's cock moving in and out of her as I pushed my tongue inside my wife and swirled it around. I thought over and over of how my tongue occupied the space where someone else's cock had been not that long ago. That proved to be spectacularly arousing, leaving me with quite the erection.

"Can you taste him?" Kara asked as she lifted her pussy from my mouth.

"Yes," I admitted. "I can taste the condom. I like it. I like knowing that someone else's cock was inside you, was where my tongue just traveled."

She looked overjoyed. Truly, utterly overjoyed, like she'd discovered that our kinks were even more closely-matched than she thought. "I like that too," Kara said softly as she sat on my face once more. "I love that, in fact. I rode his cock in the backseat of his car, I came all over that cock, and he came hard while buried inside me, and now your tongue is traveling to the same places his cock went."

The fact that they fucked in his car made it so much hotter. I don't really know why, though I think it's because there's something about it that speaks to a desperate need on Kara's part, like she didn't have the patience to go back to his place, that she just needed his cock inside her so badly that she dragged him to the parking lot and rode his dick in the backseat of his car.

She rode my face a little longer and then slid down my body, pulled my cock out of my underwear, and took me inside her. She held my gaze while grinding back and forth on my stiffness, bringing us both to an orgasm in short order while telling me how good it felt to fuck someone else.

Then, when we'd both climaxed, she sat on my face once more and fed me every drop of my cum. That final act of dominance - delivered after I'd cum and was no longer feeling particularly submissive - was one that thrilled me in the days afterward as I kept thinking about how she'd fed me my load without even thinking about it, like it was my duty to clean my mess from her pristine pussy.

Which leads me to my next little story of dominance. This was a few months after the wedding. It was a Sunday morning. I'd gotten up before Kara and had already brewed coffee. I was standing at the kitchen counter stirring cream into Kara's mug when she emerged from the bedroom in her bra and panties, which was an unusual sight in the morning.

"You look hot," I said as she stepped into the kitchen.

Kara moved behind me, kissed the back of my neck, and then reached around to unbutton my shorts and pull them down. My underwear followed and my shirt joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, leaving me naked.

I tried to turn but Kara grabbed my hips and said, "Stay right there." I stayed where I was and she unhooked her bra, lowered her panties, and pressed her naked body against mine. I felt her soft, perky breasts against my back and her hips pressing into my ass.

She kissed my upper back, shoulders, and neck a handful of times before running a hand down my chest and between my legs. My cock was already half hard, so it didn't take long for her gentle stroking to lure me into an erect state.

"Does that feel good?" Kara whispered.

"Yes," I answered as I wondered what her plans were. Did she intend on letting me fuck her right there in the kitchen? Was she just trying to tease me and would walk away once I was dripping precum? Did she intend on arousing me and then pushing me to my knees to eat her pussy? Did she even have a plan? "It feels incredible."

Kara moaned softly and kissed my neck as she stepped to the side. Her fingers remained wrapped around my cock, but her lips found their way to mine for a kiss. She opened her mouth and offered her tongue and did so with such insistence that I took it in my mouth and sucked, eliciting a much louder moan that made me relatively certain I'd done as my wife desired.

Then I felt her free hand on my ass. She used her fingers to spread my cheeks and one of those fingers then danced over my asshole. Her light touch felt kind of exquisite, if I'm being honest, and I moaned as her tongue remained in my mouth.

"Does that feel good?" Kara whispered.

I nodded as I looked into her eyes, which were alight with desire. I had no idea what she had planned, but I was already in that submissive headspace where I felt very much like I'd do anything she wanted.

"Are you thinking about how I fucked you on our wedding night, Finn?" she asked.

I nodded, as I couldn't help but think about that night - which was the only night she'd fucked me, up to that point, at least - while her finger danced over my asshole.

"I think about that night often," Kara said. "I think about how good you were for me, how you took my cock in your ass like a good boy." Her face lit up even more as she described what had unfolded that night. It seemed that she was genuinely reliving it and getting excited by it, which made me think there was a very good chance I'd be getting fucked that morning.

"Did it make you feel good to be a slut for me?" she asked with a heavy emphasis on the word 'slut.'

That word - and the emphasis - proved exceedingly arousing to hear and I moaned as I felt my cock swell up in her hand. "Yes, it felt good to be...to be a slut for you," I answered, once again feeling that rush of arousal, this time as I uttered the word.

My desire seemed to thrill Kara as her lips curled into a devilish smile while she applied gentle pressure against my asshole. It wasn't enough to penetrate me, but it was enough to make me understand that it wouldn't take much for her to slide a finger inside me. I felt very much like I was her toy, her plaything, to do as she pleased with, and it was so fucking hot.

"Spit in my hand," Kara instructed as she released my cock and held up her hand. I spit in it as instructed and soon her fingers were around my shaft once more. "Now do it again," she said before holding up her other hand.

I hesitated, but only for a moment, before spitting in her other hand. Unsurprisingly, that hand moved back to my ass and between my cheeks. She rubbed my spit over my asshole and smiled as I once again moaned. Her grip on my slippery cock tightened and she stroked me faster.

"Do you want me to finger your ass?" she asked softly before leaning in and kissing my neck while her index finger danced over my asshole.

Kara wanted to hear me say it. She wanted me to admit that I craved anal penetration, that I craved the invasion of her finger into that very private space. I gave her what she wanted.

"Yes, I want you to finger my ass," I replied. "Please, Kara...please finger me." What a thing to say to your wife. What a thing to admit. What a thrill for me.

Kara bit my earlobe gently and then sucked on it before whispering, "What a good little slut."

A moment later her finger entered me. She moaned as it happened - like she was getting off on violating my asshole - and I moaned too because it felt really fucking good. She stroked my cock faster, too, deepening my pleasure and bringing me awfully close to an orgasm.

"Kara, I'm close," I said.

"Cum in your coffee," she instructed.

"What?" I asked.

"Do as you're told, Finn," she said with a hard edge to her voice, like she was annoyed I'd offered even a hint of resistance to her instruction. "Cum in your coffee and drink it like a good boy."

I grabbed the mug and held it in front of my cock. Kara fingered my ass faster and stroked me with a tight grip. I grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter for balance and felt my loins tingling and tightening in the way they do right before an orgasm.

Then I came in my coffee. I came hard, too. I came really, really fucking hard. I'm pretty sure I let out a moan loud enough to wake the neighbors, too.

When I was finished, I looked down to see my cum floating in the coffee and slowly dissolving. Kara pulled her finger from my ass, released my cock, and washed her hands as I continued to stare into the cum-flavored liquid.

"No cream or sugar," she said. "I want you to taste your cum."

Kara had a huge smile on her face as she said it. I lifted the mug to my lips, took a sip, and tasted an unholy mixture of cum and coffee. It was deeply unpleasant, but it made her smile. She grabbed her mug, took my hand, and said, "Come with me. I'm going to drink my coffee and you're going to eat my pussy until I'm done."

I followed and I ate her pussy to a trio of orgasms, as she really took her time finishing her morning coffee. And, of course, I made sure to drink the rest of my coffee, making sure I consumed every drop of my load just the way she wanted.

One more quick story of Kara's dominance. This time, it was a Saturday night. She was getting ready to go out with her friends. It was a few months after the time she went out with her friends and fucked someone, and though it had been a while, I was having a hard time thinking about anything other than the fact that she'd fucked another guy on a night out.

Because of that, I kept walking by the bathroom where she was getting ready. She looked great in a bra and panty set, so I was getting an eyeful of her body, but I was so distracted that I just kept walking by without really doing anything other than glancing at her.

The fourth or fifth time I walked by, Kara stopped me. "Are you nervous?" she asked.

"No. I don't think so, at least," I replied.

"You're pacing. You keep walking by and looking in, like you're checking up on me. Are you thinking about the fact that I fucked a guy on a night out with my friends?" she asked, perfectly reading my mind.

I was a little embarrassed, but I nodded.

Kara finished her eye liner, set it down, and turned to look at me. "I don't have any plans on fucking someone else tonight, but if the mood strikes me, that's exactly what I'm going to do because that's how this works."

She was reminding me of the agreement I'd made when I asked her to marry me. I'd told her that I was okay that she would sometimes need more than I could provide her, that she would need to explore. I didn't need to be reminded of that agreement, but for some reason I was feeling anxious on that particular night.

Still, I felt bad for feeling anxious, so I apologized. "I'm sorry. I know that's how this works. I know you can explore your sexual desires in whatever way you want. I know I shouldn't feel anxious because I know that you love me."

"I do," she replied with a soft smile. "I love you very much, Finn. I love that you're submissive to me. I love that you've been even more submissive since we got married, that you've grown increasingly comfortable with offering me your submission. I love that I've gotten more comfortable with dominating you."

She stepped towards the doorway - where I was standing - and reached out to take my hand. She squeezed it softly and gave me a kiss on the cheeks as I felt the warmth emanating from her nearly naked body.

"I also love that going out with my friends is even more exciting because there's a chance I'm going to meet a guy that I really want to fuck, and that if I want to fuck him that's exactly what I'm able to do despite having a husband waiting for me at home," she continued.

Then Kara took my hand and placed it between her legs. I felt the heat and wetness that had nearly soaked her panties all the way through.

"Can you feel that?" she asked.

I nodded. She was wet from thinking about the possibility of fucking someone else. She hadn't even seen a guy yet and she was soaked. I honestly didn't comprehend - until that moment - just how aroused she was by the freedom my submission had offered her.

"I think I might enjoy the excitement just as much as the sex I might have tonight," she said as I rubbed her pussy through her panties. "I absolutely adore knowing that there's a chance I'm going to meet a gorgeous guy and go back to his place for a few hours of incredible fun. I also love knowing that I'll come home to you when I'm done, Finn, that I'll let you taste my pussy if another man fucked it, that I might let you fuck me if you're good for me."

My cock had grown, creating a bulge in my pants. "I love that too," I answered as Kara glanced down at the bulge and smiled.

"You know what else I'd love?" she asked. "I'd love it if you got on your knees and worshiped my ass while I finished my makeup."

She turned back to the bathroom counter, looked at me, and pointed to the floor behind her. I walked into the bathroom, dropped to my knees, and reached up to remove her panties. Kara looked over her shoulder and smiled as I spread her ass cheeks and leaned in to press my face between them.

I worshiped my wife's ass while she got ready for a night out. I kissed and licked her asshole and I reveled in it. She'd just showered so it tasted fine, which meant the real thrill was in licking a hole that a great many people want nothing to do with. I wanted everything to do with it in that moment, though, and I loved licking it. I loved worshiping it. I loved how submissive I felt.

I also loved that she'd effectively and skillfully put me in my place. She'd helped calm my anxiousness, reaffirmed her love for me, and reminded me that she was in charge and that she could do whatever she pleased when it came to other men. Honestly, she could have done whatever she pleased within our marriage because she was in charge, without question.

I felt so good worshiping her ass. My anxiety disappeared and I found myself hoping that Kara would end up fucking someone that night because she clearly enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the payoff that came with finding someone she was attracted to and wanted to have some fun with.

I worshiped her ass until she was ready and then Kara had me follow her to the bedroom so I could help her into her dress for the night, which was quite tight and looked exceptionally hot.

Then she gave me a kiss on the cheek - I think she avoided my lips because I'd been eating her ass - and headed out. I didn't hear from her until she got home a little after 2 a.m.

She was late because she'd met someone. They'd flirted, danced, had a few drinks, and then gone back to his place. They'd fucked twice. She'd cum three times.

She didn't sit on my face, though. Instead, she got into bed, pulled her dress up, and told me to crawl between her legs. Then she teased me with her pussy. She made me admit I wanted to taste her and then she denied me the chance to do so. She masturbated while my mouth was inches from her pussy. I listened to her incredible wetness and to her naughty tale as she told me about how he'd fucked her. I listened to my wife tell me about another man satisfying her pussy and the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about how badly I wanted to put my tongue in that pussy.

Then she came, gave me a kiss, and denied me an orgasm. She had me cuddle up with her after she changed out of her dress and washed her face. She ground her ass against my crotch, teasing me until she fell asleep and leaving me in a state of intense desire.

I didn't masturbate, though. Instead, I enjoyed the sense of submission I felt and I watched my wife sleep while thinking about how much I loved her and how lucky I was to have met her.