Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 5

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"Holy shit."

That was my reaction to seeing Kara's Halloween costume for the first time. It was a version of a Little Red Riding Hood costume, but not in the way you're thinking. The dress was all red, and while it wasn't made of latex, it was made from a tight, shiny material that looked a lot like latex. It rested right on the border of being a kinky costume, but it wasn't so over the top that the other people at the party would find it weird.

"You like it?" she asked, though my reaction was obvious.

"You look so hot," I said. I honestly didn't think that Kara would be the kind of girl that would dress sexy for Halloween. She wasn't the kind of girl that judged people who dressed like that, but I figured she'd be the type to go for the clever and kind of sexy sort of outfit. This was definitely not that. This was overtly sexy. It came with a hood that somehow made the whole thing look so much hotter when she pulled it up, especially since her hair would then cascade down the front of her chest and brush against the tops of her breasts, which were pushed up thanks to the tightness of the dress.

"You really do like it," Kara said as she stepped closer and reached out to caress my cock through my pants. She'd spotted the bulge that I knew had formed, the bulge that was a result of her exceptional beauty.

In that moment, with her so close to me and touching my cock like that, I felt an overpowering desire to drop to my knees. It was the first time I'd ever experienced that sense of submission that comes from seeing a woman dressed in something that exudes dominance, and this wasn't even an overtly dominant outfit. It was just a little bit that way and yet I felt that sense of submission growing inside me.

"Can I...can I..." I said, but for some reason I felt self-conscious about actually asking the question.

"Can you what?" Kara asked.

"Kara...I don't know, I just...I really want to go down on you right now," I said.

Her lips curled into a slight smile. "Is that what you were going to ask? If you could go down on me?"

"I was going to ask if I could...well, I was going to ask if I could worship you," I said. There was something about using that particular word, about asking if I could worship her, that was utterly enthralling.

Kara seemed to find it enthralling too, as she broke in a full blown smile and said, "Yes, Finn, you may worship me."

I felt this incredible kind of excitement work its way through my body, starting between my legs and moving its way up my chest and into my throat. My heart started to beat harder and faster as blood rushed to my cock and helped me grow to a semi-erect state. I dropped to my knees and looked up at Kara, who wore that same smile on her face.

"Is it my pussy you want to worship?" she asked in the same tone she almost always used when she was being dominant.

"Yes," I answered.

She studied me for a few moments, took a step back, and said, "I’m not sure you deserve to start with my pussy. Instead, I think you should start with my feet.”

I looked down at her feet and noticed that she'd painted her toenails red to match the color of her insanely sexy dress. She was wearing a pair of open-toed red heels, too, which I'd somehow completely missed in my utter fascination with the dress. "Your toes look so beautiful," I said.

"Thank you," Kara replied. "Why don't you kiss them for me."

I fell forward and rested my hands on her bedroom floor. I studied her toes for a few moments and then leaned closer and kissed one. It was the first time I'd ever kissed a girl's feet and there was something quite thrilling about it. I think it was just the idea of serving her in any manner that I enjoyed so much. The why doesn't really matter, though. What matters is that I enjoyed it, and Kara did too.

"I'd like you to kiss all my toes, Finn," she said.

I looked up to see genuine satisfaction on her face and quickly kissed each and every one of her toes. Again, I felt happy doing it. Turned on, too. Exceptionally turned on. There was definitely something exciting about being on my knees in front of her. I'm sure any submissives reading this can understand the allure of such a thing.

"Do you still want to worship my pussy?" Kara asked after I'd kissed all ten of her toes.

"More than anything," I said.

She smiled. "I think you should have to kiss your way up my legs. I want you to take your time. I want you to make me feel good, Finn. I want you to shower my legs with kisses. I want you to touch them, to caress them, to do anything you can to turn me on before I let you worship my pussy. I want you to worship me before you get a chance to make me cum."

I wanted that too. I truly did. I wanted to worship every inch of her in that moment. So, I started with the tops of her feet. I showered them in kisses while caressing her calves. I kissed her ankles. I kissed my way up her shins as my fingers made sure to move continuously over her smooth, soft, warm flesh. I took it as a great measure of success when I felt goosebumps raise on her skin. I must have been making her feel good.

When I reached her knees, Kara reached down and put a gentle hand on the top of my head. She pushed back just a little and I looked up at her. "You're only kissing the front of my legs, Finn. Your fingers feel nice on my calves, but I want to feel your lips, too. I want you to show me that you're eager to worship every inch of my legs."

She was in her element, and she had me in my element as a result. It was a beautiful kind of synergy between us. I'd used my tongue and fingers to pleasure her pussy countless times up to that point and I'd given her a few full body massages, but I'd never worshiped her in the manner she had me practicing that day. There was something exquisite about it. Looking back, I think it was a form of denial. In a way, at least. What I wanted was to be able to make her cum, but she was making me wait to experience that pleasure (and it was absolutely a pleasure for me to make her cum). She was making me prove my worthiness of being given the pleasure of making her cum.

When Kara made no move to turn around, I crawled behind her. Even that - which was a small form of submission - was a turn on. I was hard at that point, too. It was kind of amazing, as I hadn't experienced any direct stimulation since I'd dropped to my knees, and yet I was exceedingly stiff.

I kissed my way up and down the backs of both of her calves. I let my lips linger against her warm skin over and over. Every once in a while Kara would unleash a lovely moan, which would in turn help deepen my arousal. When I kissed the backs of her knees she moaned particularly loud, like I'd found an erogenous zone. I doubled my efforts in that area and ran my fingers up the backs of her thighs while doing so. At one point I felt her knees go weak and it suddenly felt like I was actually pleasuring her pussy, for the moans and wobbly knees were very much what Kara did when she was experiencing direct clitoral stimulation.

Eventually, I moved on from the backs of her knees. I kissed my way up the backs of her thighs. My head moved under the bottom of the dress, which was loose and designed to flare out from the waist, which gave me plenty of room underneath. Each time I stopped right where her ass met her thighs, and each time I heard Kara moan just a little.

It was while kissing my way up and down the backs of her thighs that I felt a great desire to plant my lips on her ass. There was something deeply alluring about it. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe it just felt a little bit naughty. Maybe it was just another area to kiss. I don't really know. I just know that I felt his heart-pounding desire to do something that was, in retrospect, really quite simple.

So I did. I kissed my way up the backs of her thighs and went right past that spot where her ass met her thigh. I kissed my way as high up as I could go before the tightness of her dress made it so my head couldn't go any higher. I kissed my girlfriend's ass and even though it was such a simple thing, it felt spectacularly good.

After I'd showered both of her ass cheeks with kisses I felt this fairly intense desire to push it a little further. I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I kissed my way up the backs of her thighs once more, kissed both of her beautiful ass cheeks, and started kissing the area around her thong. I wasn't quite kissing the crack of her ass, but I was exceptionally close, and there was something hugely thrilling about that. Kara didn't seem to object, either. In fact, I heard her moan a few times. I think she was enjoying my eagerness to explore her backside.

Eventually, I kissed my way between her ass cheeks. I kissed every bit of flesh I could find, including the parts right around her asshole, which was covered by her thong. I was hard as a rock as I did it, too. Like, painfully so. I felt a little insecure about how Kara felt about it, but she didn't stop me. She didn't make an effort to move. She didn't seem to find it gross or weird in any way.

Eventually, I stopped, in part because I started to feel like I was being a bit selfish. It felt so good that I probably could have kissed her ass for an hour, but I was pursuing my own pleasure at that point, not hers.

I crawled in front of her once more and moved to kiss her thighs. Kara stopped me, though. She put a hand on the top of my head and gently entwined her fingers in my hair. She didn't take a tight or painful grip, but it was still assertive enough to make me feel that joyful kind of submission.

"You enjoyed kissing my ass, didn't you?" she asked.

All I could do was nod. As I did, I saw the lust in Kara's eyes and on her face. It was a momentary thing, like she felt the same rush of desire I had when I'd kissed my way between her ass cheeks. I'm not sure what she was feeling, but I could tell it was potent, and I took that as a good thing.

"It felt good," she said. "Having you kiss me all over like this...every bit of it has felt good. I think I like being worshiped."

"You deserve to be worshiped," I replied from my knees. I felt a deep sense of submission in that moment. The latex-like red dress was part of it. The heels were part of it. The way she was looking at me was part of it. The fact that I'd just spent the past ten minutes kissing her feet and legs was part of it. It all combined into something truly beautiful, creating a feeling that I wanted more of.

"Yes, I do," Kara said. Saying it - and perhaps truly believing it - seemed to thrill her. It thrilled me to hear her say it, too. "You may kiss my legs. You may approach my pussy. You may not yet worship it."

She released her grip on my hair and I leaned closer to kiss her thighs. This time I ran my fingers up and down the backs of her legs, adding extra stimulation. I reached up to caress and squeeze her ass a little, too, trying my best to turn arouse my girlfriend to the point that she'd let me worship her pussy and give her the orgasm I was fairly desperate to provide.

Eventually - I'm not sure how much time I spent kissing her thighs - she said, "You may kiss my pussy through my panties."

It was such a beautiful thing to hear. I kissed my way up her legs - going from one side to the other - and then pressed my lips against her lace thong. I kissed her pussy through her panties over and over. I kissed it softly. I applied more pressure. I used my tongue just a little, tasting the juices that had soaked through the lace in the process. It felt good to be under the bottom of her dress, to be in a bit of darkness as I worshiped her. I don't know why, but it made me feel a little more submissive.

"You may worship my pussy," she said.

Those were the words I'd been waiting to hear. I felt genuine joy as I reached up, pulled aside her thong, and worshiped her pussy. I was delighted to find that she was soaked. Completely and utterly soaked. She'd been denying me the pleasure I craved, but she'd been denying herself, too. It was like foreplay, I guess, and based on the way she moaned the moment my tongue found her clit, it was an exceptionally hot form of foreplay.

I couldn't have been worshiping Kara's pussy for more than a minute before she grabbed my head in both hands. She began to grind her hips back and forth, rubbing her pussy all over my tongue. It was a lot like when she would sit on my face, only I was on my knees in front of her and she was standing up, which somehow made it feel a little bit hotter.

I knew to keep my head still and use my tongue to lick her clit. I understood that Kara was using me to cum. I wanted that, though. I loved it. I would have loved to spend half an hour worshiping her pussy, too, but there was something so fucking hot about her completely surrendering to her desires and riding my face like that.

She came hard. Really hard. Her legs trembled so much that I wrapped my arms around her thighs to try and keep her steady. She moaned and groaned wildly, too, like she couldn't really control it. It was so fucking hot.

When she'd finished cumming, Kara stepped back and I saw the beautiful, dazed look on her face. She offered a hazy smile and said, "That was amazing. That was...that really was amazing, Finn. Thank you."

"It was my pleasure. Believe me," I replied.

"So I guess that's a yes on my costume?" Kara asked with a laugh.

"Absolutely," I said.

"And you'll wear the big bad wolf costume I got you?" she asked.

I nodded. It was a head to toe costume with lots of fur and I was absolutely going to do some sweating that night, but I was on board with the couples costume idea and I wasn't going to disappoint Kara.

What I didn't think about was that I wouldn't be the only one to find her costume irresistible. I discovered the truth of that during the Halloween party we went to, though, and it ended up being a night of agony, arousal, and surprising thrills. That's for next time, though.