Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 4

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It was a Saturday night in the middle of September. It was cold in Boston for the first time since spring had arrived. Kara and I had gone out for a romantic dinner at this incredible Italian place. It cost a fortune, but it was well worth it. We drank a bottle of wine with dinner and we were both a little bit tipsy when we got back to her place (which we chose because her roommates were out of town for the weekend).

We were just tipsy enough to make out in the back of the cab we took from the restaurant to her place. In fact, I was tipsy enough to run my fingers under Kara's dress to try and play with her pussy, which she was more than happy to let me do. I'm sure we put on a good show for the driver.

When we got inside her apartment I was all over Kara, but she was having none of it. She pushed me against the door with surprising strength and flashed that smile she always does when she's eager to be in control.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To fuck you," I replied.

"What about what I want?" she asked before that smile crossed her face once more.

"I'll do anything you want," I said, which was a truly thrilling set of words to utter.

Kara stepped back, pointed to the floor, and instructed, "On your knees."

I dropped to my knees and looked up at her. I was eager and I could feel that intense erotic energy that always filled me when she took control. I was truly willing to do anything.

"Crawl to me," she said. I crawled towards her and Kara stuck out one of her feet and added, "Now kiss my foot."

I bent over and I kissed her foot - she was wearing a pair of strappy heels - and felt the warm, soft flesh against my lips. I ended up kissing her foot a handful of times, mostly because it felt good and I just couldn't help myself.

"Look up at me," she instructed.

I looked up and Kara lifted the bottom of her dress, revealing a remarkably sexy pair of navy blue lace panties that were just sheer enough that I could see her pubic hair and a hint of her pussy lips. It was, as you might imagine, an intoxicating sight. I was so desperate to please her that I had to actively resist the urge to try and kiss her pussy through the panties.

"Is this what you want?" Kara asked in a soft, hugely seductive tone.

I nodded. "Yes, I want your pussy."

She laughed softly. "And why should I give you my pussy?"

"Because I'll do anything to make you feel good," I answered. "I will, Kara. I'll do anything."

I could see she was in her element, and with good reason. I was on my knees and practically begging her for the chance to make her feel good. That's the sort of thing a dominant woman tends to enjoy.

"Would you like a taste?" she asked.

"Yes, more than anything," I replied.

Kara slowly slipped a finger under the delicate lace of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing the breathtaking sight of her pussy. Her lips were enflamed and a little bit wet, making her desire quite obvious. I found that encouraging, of course, because it meant she felt the same kind of eagerness for an orgasm that I did.

"Come here," she said. "Taste my pussy."

I crawled closer and just as my lips were about to touch her pussy Kara stepped back. I stopped and looked up at her for a moment before crawling towards her once more. Again she stepped back, denying me what I craved. She was playing a game, at least based on the delighted look on her face. She had the thing I craved and she was having fun preventing me from tasting it.

Finally, she backed all the way up to the couch and sat down. She spread her legs and I crawled between them. I looked up and she said, "Put your tongue inside me. Taste me. But don't lick my clit. Just taste my pussy."

I didn't need a second invitation. I put my tongue inside her. I tasted her juices. I moved my tongue all over the inside of her slippery pussy and the sweetness of her desire danced on my taste buds. Kara smiled and then reached down to rub her clit. She moaned as I buried my face deeper in her pussy.

"Do I taste good?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

Before I could return to her pussy, Kara leaned forward, took my head in her hands, and kissed me. Her tongue invaded my mouth aggressively and I moaned. My knees felt weak, just as they always do when she seizes that level of control and uses me as she pleases.

"You're right, I do taste good," she said.

I sat there on my knees just staring into her eyes. I was ready to do whatever she wanted and I wasn't going to demand a single thing. In that moment, I was hers to command.

"Do you still want to fuck me?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, as if there was any other response to that question.

Kara stood, took my hand, and helped me to my feet. She kissed me again, this time in a tender, almost romantic kind of way. It was a complete 180 from the previous kiss, but it was no less erotic.

"Come with me," Kara said. We walked to her bedroom and she had me strip and climb into the bed. I did as instructed, of course, and then I watched as Kara did a little bit of a striptease. It wasn't anything overwhelming, but she was clearly trying to put on a show. It worked, too, as she took her time in revealing her body and had me all worked up when she was finished.

My cock was hard, of course - at that age, it didn't take much to get me hard - and Kara had me in her hand a moment after crawling into the bed. She stroked me slowly and then lowered her head to my stomach and offered a series of soft, sensual kisses as she slowly moved towards my cock. I wondered if I was about to receive a blowjob, and much to my delight she took me in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," was all I could manage to say, both from the surprise of the sudden oral delight and the sheer pleasure of it. She kept at it, too, sucking my dick with great vigor and using her hand to stroke my shaft, which was quickly soaked in her spit. It was the kind of oral foreplay that was liable to drive a man absolutely mad with desire, and it worked like a charm.

"Do you want me?" Kara asked as she looked up with her hand around my shaft.

"More than anything," I answered.

She worked the head with her fingers for a few moments longer - making my body tremble with desire as she did - and then Kara sat up, dragged her hips forward, and took me inside her. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a beautiful moan as I filled her. I moaned too, as her pussy felt like heaven. Her mouth was wonderful, but there's just nothing like being inside her pussy. Nothing in the world.

"Does my pussy feel good?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered between lusty breaths.

Kara looked down at me and ran her fingers up my stomach until they came to rest on my chest. She smiled and began to drag her hips back and forth over my cock, bathing me in her warmth and wetness and rubbing her clit into my pelvis.

"Kara, fuck, that feels so good," I said.

She gently dug her fingernails into my chest and I winced at the slight pain. That seemed to put a smile on her face and a few moments later she dug her fingernails in deeper. I felt real pain, but her pussy was utterly divine and all I could do was moan. To me, it felt like she was experimenting a little. She was in control, but she was still in the early days of her domination, and looking back on it now, it seems like she was testing my limits.

The next part was unexpected. She rested her hands on my chest again - relieving me of the pain of her fingernails - and then one of her hands moved to my throat. At first she didn't apply any pressure. She was just taking a light grip of that particularly vulnerable place on my body. It was telling that my instinctual reaction was to feel excited. Now I understand that she'd once again triggered my submissive side. Back then I didn't understand any of it. I was just acting on instinct, and my instinct was to love the feeling of her hand around my throat.

Then she tightened her grip. I panicked. I didn't have any control over it. My body just panicked. I reached up to grab her arm and she must have seen the panic in my face because she loosened her grip right away. She kept her hand there, though. She maintained that level of control, and once my panic had passed it felt fucking great. There was also the fact that she was riding me hard and fast. She was absolutely bathing my cock in the bliss of her pussy, which was the most perfect thing I'd ever felt in that moment.

Because of that, I came too fast. I came inside Kara long before she'd had a chance to cum. I'd honestly never seen her so disappointed. I know that probably sounds crazy, but we hadn't been together long enough for me to have fucked up in some colossal way, so that was genuinely the most disappointed - and a little bit angry, to be honest - I'd ever seen her.

"Damn it, Finn," she said. "You couldn't have waited a little longer? You couldn't have held your load?"

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I'm really sorry, Kara. You were just so hot, and your pussy felt so good, and your hand around my throat...I don't know, there was just something about that."

Her lips curled into the slightest smile - almost as if they were doing so involuntarily - before Kara lifted her pussy off my cock and dragged her hips forward. My cum leaked out of her and onto my stomach, where it pooled in and around my belly button.

"Normally I can tell when you're about to cum," she said. "I didn't see the warning signs today." Then she smiled. "Though I guess maybe that means you were just really turned on."

"I was," I replied.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled back until I was looking straight up at her. "And you liked my hand around your throat, didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted. "That was...I don't know, it was kinky, and hot. It caught me by surprise, too."

"Me too," Kara replied. "It just happened. I was close to cumming, too. I felt...I don't know, powerful. I liked feeling that way."

I liked that she liked feeling that way and I felt genuinely terrible for cumming so quickly. "Can I make you cum?" I asked. "I feel bad. I'd really like to help you cum."

"You should feel bad," she said. "You got what you wanted, but I didn't." She paused and smiled at me before sitting back with her pussy resting above my now soft cock. She reached between her legs and began to rub her clit in slow, small circles. "You can make me cum," she said, though it wasn't at all clear how she planned on having me do that.

Then that smile crossed her face. That dominant smile. The one that indicates she's about to do something naughty. Kara leaned forward just a little and then ran her finger through the cum puddled on my stomach. She held it up for a few moments and then asked, "Do you know what you taste like?"

I shook my head as my heart rate picked up.

"I do," she replied before sucking her finger clean. She made a show of it, too, closing her eyes and moaning as she took the taste of my cum onto her tongue. Then she looked at me, dipped her finger in my cum once more, and said, "Do you want a taste?"

I didn't. Of course I didn't. I did, however, want to make Kara happy. I wanted that more than anything, and I felt genuinely terrible for having disappointed her, so I said, "Yes."

"You want to taste your cum?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

Kara unleashed a delightfully naughty smile. "You want me to feed you your cum?"

"Yes, please," I said as I experience what felt an awful lot like desire begin to crop up in me, like her questions were actually sparking a genuine need to have her feed me the cum resting on my stomach.

Kara leaned forward and pushed her finger into my mouth. I sucked it clean as she rubbed her clit. I stared into her eyes and saw them light up with desire. It was perfectly clear she was getting off on feeding me my load, and that was more than enough to make me want to accept it for her.

"Do you taste good?" she asked.

No, I did not, but that wasn't the right answer. "Yes," I said. "Can I have more? Will you feed me more?"

Kara collected cum on two fingers and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean and I couldn't help but get completely caught up in it. I moaned around her fingers and she pushed them a little deeper before once again running them through my cum. The third time into my mouth it didn't taste that bad and it was unquestionably hot to do exactly as she desired, even if it meant cleaning up the mess I'd made by cumming too quickly.

"Fuck, Finn, suck my fingers clean," she said in a lust-filled voice that indicated she was close to cumming. That was the voice I wanted to hear, the voice that filled me with such deep satisfaction.

She ran three fingers through my cum and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them clean with great vigor and Kara climaxed. Her body coiled up tightly right before the orgasm ripped through her and she rolled her head back and let out a deep, beautiful moan of satisfaction, like she'd once again reached a new height of pleasure simply because I was willing to eat my cum from her fingers.

"You more than made up for cumming too quickly," she said softly with a hazy look in her eyes. "Thank you for that."

"Any time," I replied, not knowing that I would do quite a lot of cum eating as our relationship went on. Of course, I don't think that would have scared me in the moment. I was both in love and in lust with my girlfriend and I was becoming increasingly submissive as she grew into her dominance, which meant that doing as she desired had become the thing that turned me on more than any other, a feeling that would only deepen as the months went by.