Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 12

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I'll bet you won't be surprised to learn that my wedding night was a little different than most.

The ceremony was beautiful, and done in a church, mostly because that’s what Kara's parents wanted. The reception turned out to be a world class party and Kara deserves most of the credit for that as she put a great deal of effort into planning it.

All of that was fairly typical stuff, and, it all started out fairly typical when we retreated to the honeymoon suite of the hotel that hosted our reception. The moment we were through the door we kissed, though it's fair to say that Kara took the lead there, as she had me pressed up against the wall and it was her tongue exploring my mouth.

I still get excited when I think about that, honestly, as there's something about the image of her dressed in that beautiful, white bridal gown and taking charge that I really love. The kissing got me started and the way she played with my cock through my tuxedo pants brought me the rest of the way there to a hugely aroused state.

"Do you want your beautiful bride?" Kara asked with a smile as she reached up to caress my face while playing with my dick.

"More than anything," I answered, though I strongly suspected our first night as a married couple would be infused with some sort of dom/sub kink play.

She kissed me again, aggressively probing my mouth with her tongue as her fingers moved to my neck. She didn't apply much pressure - it's not like she was trying to choke me - but it felt very much like Kara was asserting her dominance as she held me in that manner. I certainly felt submissive and my cock throbbed just a little bit harder as a result.

She stepped back, smiled, and released her grip on my throat and my cock before saying, "Help me out of my dress."

Kara strolled into the bedroom and looked over her shoulder as I approached from behind. It took some time, but I helped her out of the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen, revealing a delicate white corset, a white lace thong, and a pair of white stockings with lace tops underneath. I thought the stockings were a particularly nice touch and I remember feeling a strong desire to fall to my knees and worship my wife's pussy, so of course I asked if I could.

"Can I go down on you?" I asked as Kara stepped out of the dress and spun around. I reached out to run my fingers over the corset and added, "Can I worship your pussy, Kara?"

Have you ever asked a woman that? Have you ever felt the pleasure of uttering those particular words? I find that using the word 'worship' really kicks my submissive desires into high gear, and it certainly did so on my wedding night.

It seemed to please Kara, too, as a smile broke across her face. She reached up to loosen my tie and then slowly unbuttoned my shirt. I took my coat off and Kara opened my shirt and ran her fingers over my chest. We kissed - this time it was more of a sensual kiss - as she loosened my belt, unzipped my pants, and pushed them down.

I moaned the moment her fingers found my cock. Her skin was warm and soft and her touch both erotic and gentle. She stroked me slowly as our tongues mingled and I thought we might actually have sex like a typical pair of newlyweds would. Of course, that wasn't Kara's plan.

Once she had me thoroughly aroused, Kara stepped back, sat on the edge of the bed, and spread her legs. She didn't say a word, though. Instead, she pointed to the floor and I dropped to my knees in front of her. She beckoned me closer with her finger and I crawled forward, looking up at my beautiful bride as I did.

"I love that your first thought was to worship me, Finn," Kara said softly. "I love that you're so eager to please me. I love that you're so eager to submit to my desires. I love that I married the right man."

She reached out and her fingers gently entwined in my hair. She pulled me between her legs until my lips were pressed against her delicate white lace panties. I looked up at her and kissed her pussy, putting a smile on my bride's face.

"I'm wet for you, Finn," she said. "Your desire to get on your knees, to worship your bride, it's left me wet."

Kara slowly pulled her panties aside and my nose filled with the delicate scent of her pussy. It was followed by a powerful surge of lust that left me trembling as I restrained my desire to bury my face between her pussy lips to savor her juices and offer my wife the pleasure she deserved.

"You may worship," Kara finally said.

As much as I wanted to taste every bit of her in an instant, I took my time. I savored the opportunity to go down on my bride on our wedding night. I kissed her inner thighs and labia. I kissed her clit and gave it a few gentle licks with my tongue. I sucked on her plump pussy lips and then pushed my tongue between them, bathing it the sweet taste of her juices and moaning because it felt so good.

Kara let me worship her pussy until she climaxed. I wasn't sure she would, honestly, as I thought it might be a preamble to the rest of her plans for the evening. She gave me the pleasure of doing so, though, and I truly savored every second of it.

When she came, I felt a surprising sense of satisfaction and pleasure, almost as if I was the one having an orgasm. I don't know if it was better because it was the first orgasm I'd given my wife or if I was hugely aroused and thus giving her pleasure felt better, but there was something truly magical about making my bride cum that night in our hotel room.

After her orgasm, Kara leaned down and we shared a long, tender kiss where she seemingly wanted to taste her juices, as her tongue spent quite a lot of time in my mouth. I wasn't about to object, though, as I find it exceedingly pleasurable to feel her tongue in my mouth.

"Stand up, strip completely, and bend over the bed," Kara instructed after the kiss.

I did so as she retrieved a plug from the suitcase. It was a bigger than the one she'd used before and I felt a little nervous as she lubed it up and rubbed it over my asshole.

"Just breathe," she said softly while rubbing my lower back and ass cheeks. "It's going to feel a little uncomfortable going in, but I promise you'll thank me."

I closed my eyes and took slow, deep breaths as Kara rubbed the tip of the plug over my asshole. She'd taken to plugging me with great frequency - she found it endlessly arousing - so it ended up slipping inside me with relative ease, though there was a touch of discomfort when the thickest part stretched my asshole.

Once it was inside me, Kara wiggled the plug around a little - just to tease me - and I moaned. She stroked my cock while she did it, too, ensuring that I once again associated pleasure with having a plug in my ass, a notion that I think Kara found quite pleasing.

"Help me out of this corset," Kara said after a thorough teasing. I did as my dominant bride desired and she removed her panties and stockings next, leaving her fully naked and utterly breathtaking. "You want me, don't you?" she asked as my eyes wandered over her body.

"More than anything," I replied with my erection throbbing quite noticeably.

Kara smiled, took my hand, and said, "Come with me."

She led me to the bathroom, which featured a massive soaking tub that was quite clearly made for two people to enjoy together. Kara bent over to begin filling the tub and I couldn't help but reach out to caress her utterly perfect, smooth ass. She looked over her shoulder and flashed a quick smile before running her hand under the water to make sure it was hot.

Then she stood and backed up until my cock pressed against her ass. She lifted onto her toes and my dick slipped between her thighs. The top rubbed against her slick, plump pussy lips and I felt the warmth of what I craved as Kara took my hands and placed them on her perky breasts.

"I like that you want me, Finn," she said as I played with her tits. "In fact, I love that you want me. Even more than that, though, I love that you understand that I get to decide if you fuck me tonight."

"I wouldn't want it any other way, Kara," I replied. "I love that you're in control. I love that it's my job to serve, to meet your desires."

Kara spun around, stood on her toes, and once again rubbed her pussy over the top of my cock. This time, though, we kissed as she did so. I felt the pleasure of her pussy, but even more than that I felt the pleasure of understanding my role, that it was my task to be a good submissive for my bride, that she was the one in control and that I'd made the blissful decision to surrender to that control for the rest of my life.

Kara stepped back, smiled, and then turned towards the tub. I watched her lithe, naked body slip under the water and then she spread her legs and said, "Join me."

It's a small, simple thing, and yet I felt a sense of submissive joy as I got in the tub and leaned back into Kara's grasp. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck as I felt her breasts press into my back. Her fingers ran down my body and she took my cock in her hand and stroked me under the water. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure of being under my bride's control in that moment, and for every moment of our marriage going forward.

"I love you, Kara," I said.

"I love you too, Finn," she replied.

I'm not sure how long we were in the tub, but Kara's hands explored my body for most of it. She teased my cock - keeping me hard the entire time - but she also explored touching every square inch of flesh she could reach. She played with my nipples a little, grasped my throat a handful of times, and even pulled my hair in a variety of ways. I felt a little like her plaything as I remained between her legs with my body pressed against hers and it was astoundingly pleasurable. I could have remained in the water with her for the rest of the night, as there was something so beautiful and secure about feeling as though I was her possession.

Eventually, though, we got out. I asked if I could dry Kara's body with a towel and she happily gave me permission. I showered her skin in soft kisses as I did so and when I ended up on my knees in front of her to dry her legs, Kara took the opportunity to pull my head between her legs so I could worship her pussy a little more. I did so gleefully, of course, and it felt spectacularly good to once again be permitted to give her pleasure, and given that she'd guided me to a beautiful submissive headspace in the tub, I found it deeply satisfying to be on my knees in front of her.

Once I was dry - and after Kara had played with my plug a little - she led me back to the bedroom and pushed me into the bed. She crawled on top of me in the way a confident woman does and we kissed as she teased my stiff cock with her slick pussy. She'd take the very tip inside and pull up. Then she'd swallow and inch or two and once again lift her hips, denying me the chance to truly fuck her but giving me a taste of what I craved so desperately.

"You want to fuck your bride, don't you?" she asked after I'd let out a noise that sounded like a mixture of a moan and a whine and was really just an expression of my ever-increasing desperation.

"More than anything," I replied.

Kara smiled, backed out of the bed, and said, "Stay right there," before walking out of the room. I heard her shut the bathroom door, though I had no idea what she was doing, not until she returned a few minutes later.

I sat up as Kara walked into the room wearing what I immediately recognized as a strapon cock. It wasn't huge. Just a little bigger than my cock, actually. It was long, smooth, and red, which I found surprisingly attractive.

"What do you think?" Kara asked as she stood with her hands on her hips.

"I...are you going to...are you going to use it on me?" I replied.

Kara grabbed a small bottle of lube from deep in our suitcase, popped it open, and squirted it along the top of the dildo. She tossed the bottle on the bed, wrapped her fingers around the strapon and stroked it slowly as she approached. I'll admit that I couldn't keep my eyes off the sight of her hand moving up and down what was effectively her cock.

"Yes, I'm going to use this on you," she said upon reaching the edge of the bed. "That's why I had you wear the bigger plug." She crawled into the bed and her fingers found the plug. I moaned as Kara slowly pulled it out and then slid it back inside me, repeating the process over and over. "The truth is, Finn, I've thought about this since the first time I plugged your ass. I was so turned on by the sight of the toy disappearing inside you and the idea that you were willing to give me your ass that I couldn't help but think about this moment."

She wanted to fuck me. My wife wanted to fuck me on our wedding night. In fact, she'd been fantasizing about fucking me. All she really had to say to convince me was that the idea turned her on. That's all I needed to get on board, because by that point I was willing to do anything that aroused Kara.

Kara pulled the plug out and set it on the nightstand before crawling between my legs. She leaned down to kiss me and the tip of her lubed up strapon rubbed against my balls. I lifted my hips and the toy pressed against my taint. I moaned into her mouth and Kara directed the tip of the toy to my asshole. She applied the gentlest pressure and I felt the tip penetrate me ever-so-slightly.

"I want you, Finn," Kara said. "I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you on our wedding night. I want to fuck my husband."

Her voice was dripping with desire. I could hear it in every word she uttered. Kara was turned on, and hugely so, and she was turned on because she'd flipped the script on how a wedding night usually plays out. She was the one with the cock. She was the one doing the penetrating. She was the dominant partner and I was the submissive. We'd swapped roles and there's no question it had triggered her inner domme.

"Fuck me, Kara," I said. Have you ever uttered those words to a woman? Have you ever offered yourself like that? I can tell you, it feels incredible. I felt this intense kind of pleasure throughout my body the moment I uttered those words. Suddenly, the need to be fucked was overwhelming. I needed her to take me, to make me hers, to fuck her husband on our wedding night.

Kara reached down to steady her strapon and guided the tip fully inside me. I groaned and her lips found mine. We kissed as she slowly slipped every inch into my asshole. I spread my legs a little wider and lifted my hips to give her full access. Then I felt her pelvis press against mine. She was entirely inside me. Her tongue was in my mouth, too, and we kissed with intense passion as she began to fuck me.

The strapon moved in and out of my ass at a beautiful, slow pace at first. Kara's body laid on top of mine - her breasts felt particularly good against my chest - and we indulged in a series of erotic kisses as she filled me. Neither of us said a word. Instead, we connected on a far deeper level as I surrendered to my wife's dominant desires, giving her my ass and letting her indulge in her need to dominate me and to begin our marriage in a manner that made our roles - in the bedroom, at least - perfectly clear.

Eventually, Kara began to moan in a manner that sounded very much like she was approaching an orgasm. The harness must have provided some level of friction for her clit because it quickly became clear that she was, in fact, going to cum.

That's when she started fucking me harder and faster. It was very much like a man does when he's nearing his orgasm and stops caring about anything other than cumming. It all felt better than I imagined possible, in part because I was riding the submissive high of knowing that I was about to make my wife cum, and in part because her stomach pressed against my cock in a way that provided a little bit of beautiful, blissful friction.

Eventually, Kara buried her strapon inside me and climaxed. The sounds she made were unlike any I'd heard from her up to that point. They were deep and loud and animalistic, though her orgasm had come about in an entirely different manner than any other she'd experienced, so I can't say I'm surprised.

Kara showered my neck, upper chest, and cheeks in kisses after recovering from her orgasm. Her strapon remained inside me as she did and I found it far more pleasurable than expected.

"That was beautiful," she said softly.

"Yes, it was," I agreed.

Kara smiled, slowly pulled out, and then backed out of the bed. She loosened the harness and the strapon fell to the floor. I stared between her legs for a moment before she crawled into the bed, straddled me, and took my cock inside her.

Surprise was my first reaction and I'm pretty sure Kara saw it on my face as she smiled and laughed softly. "Did you think that you'd be the only one to take cock on our wedding night?"

"I did," I said.

She leaned down and kissed me. "I love your cock, Finn. I do. I've always enjoyed having you inside me. I think we both know I enjoy having other men inside me and now it's quite clear that I enjoy being inside you, but I was always going to take your cock in my pussy on our wedding night. I was always going to let you cum inside me. I am going to ride you, though. I am going to be the one in control."

"Of course," I replied.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she worked my cock with her pussy. It was blissful and I knew I stood very little chance of lasting for a long time. I was just too turned on and her pussy felt too good.

Kara managed to draw it out for a while, though. She alternated riding me with sitting up and very slowly rocking her hips back and forth, milking me with her wetness without providing enough stimulation to actually get me off. She had me lick and kiss and suck on her nipples and her fingers spent some time in my mouth, too, all while she continued to tease and work me with her pussy.

Then Kara leaned down and kissed me as she began to bounce her pussy on my cock. She rode me hard and fast and said, "Cum inside me, Finn. Cum inside your wife's pussy."

A few moments later I came inside her, just as Kara desired. I was a good submissive husband, doing exactly as my wife instructed. It was a perfect orgasm, and thus a perfect way to begin our marriage.

We both had so much more to explore in our roles as domme and sub, and we experienced so many blissful highs in doing so, which means I have so much more to tell you. I'll be back soon.