Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 2

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As you know, I thoroughly enjoyed the femdom-infused sex Kara and I had that night in Cape Cod. It was thrilling in ways I hadn't experienced in my life up to that point. It wasn't the kind of thing where I was immediately hooked, though. I would have welcomed more sex like that, of course, but I wasn't begging for it the next day, either. It was just a really memorable sexual experience like many others I'd had in my life.

We didn't talk about it the next day, either. We didn't need to. It wasn't some sort of titanic shift in our relationship. It was just a very small step. It's not like she'd emerged from the bathroom wearing a strapon so she could take me from behind until I was screaming in pain. That would have been a major shift in our relationship. What we'd done, though, was just the beginning of an exploration. Kara wasn't really in touch with her dominant side. I wasn't really in touch with my submissive side. All we'd done was wake up those parts of ourselves. There was still a great deal more exploration to be done.

Three weeks after our trip to Cape Cod - give or take a few days - Kara and I came home after a night out with friends. We'd both had more than a few drinks, but we in that sweet spot where you feel really good without being sloppy drunk. That night also happened to be the first time I'd seen Kara in a handful of days because she'd spent the previous weekend visiting her parents. As you might have guessed, that meant we were both feeling awfully horny, which is why we barely acknowledged my roommates before heading right to my room the moment we got back to my apartment.

We kissed and hastily stripped each other naked as soon as we got into my room. It was not particularly graceful, likely because of the alcohol. There was a bit of stumbling and I nearly fell over at one point, but eventually we were both naked and standing by my bed. I figured we'd do the same thing we almost always did when we were naked in one of our bedrooms: Get in the bed and have sex. Kara had other plans, though.

She flashed this smile at me. It was both playful and naughty, and I remember how exciting it felt to see her smile like that, as if my brain somehow processed that it meant that something thrilling was about to happen.

First, Kara reached out and took my cock - which was hard as a rock after all the kissing - in her hand and stroked it slowly. I moved to step closer and kiss her again, but she put a hand up and pressed it against my chest. She didn't say a word, but I stopped trying to advance and stood there as she stroked my dick.

Then, Kara released my cock, reached up, and put a hand on the top of my head. She flashed that smile again. That naughty and playful smile. Then she applied gentle pressure and I sank to my knees. She still had that smile on her face as she reached out and took my head in both hands. She spread her legs a little and then stepped forward and guided my face to her pussy.

"Eat my pussy," she said.

Now, those three words are important to mention because Kara didn't talk like that. I went down on her with some frequency, but she'd never told me to 'eat her pussy.' She often moaned and told me how good it felt, but she never issued instructions like that, and she certainly never did it while standing above me while I was on my knees with her hands on my head. Of course, that's what made it so fucking hot when she uttered those three words. It really was hot, too. There's something magical about hearing that for the first time - though I still love hearing it - and when it was followed up by Kara gently grasping two handfuls of my hair and pulling me just a little bit deeper between her legs, it was irresistibly sexy.

So, I ate her pussy. My tongue ventured out of my mouth and I went to work pleasuring her clit as stood in front of me. She moaned and I looked up to see a deeper look of pleasure on her face than I usually saw. It was the same look she'd had in Cape Cod. It was a look I now know means that she's lost in the pleasure of domination. Neither of us really understood it back then, but Kara finds dominating me hugely arousing. It catapults her to a level of desire that's far more significant than any other type she feels, and it ensures she has far more satisfying orgasms, too.

While I was on my knees eating her pussy, Kara began to gently move her hips up and down. I can tell you that it felt a little bit like she was fucking my face. She didn't have a cock to shove in my mouth, of course, but there was something about that movement - about her pussy grinding over my lips and chin - that really triggered what I now know was my submissive side.

It's because I felt like I was completely under her control. I was on my knees - which is a more vulnerable position to be in - and she had two handfuls of my hair in her hands. She was using my face for her pleasure, and it was truly intoxicating. I feel the same way about submission that Kara does about domination. I get more turned on when I'm submissive. My pleasure is heightened. It's incredible. I didn't understand any of this at the time - I didn't even have an inkling of it, to be honest - all I knew was that I felt incredible as I rested on my knees while Kara fucked my face with her pussy.

She did that for a few minutes before saying, "Get on your back," with a sense of confidence and authority in her voice. I moved to get up on the bed, but Kara shook her head and pointed at the floor. She didn't say a word, but she didn't need to. I got on my back without complaint or hesitation. Kara sat across my chest - her pussy was exceedingly hot and wet against my skin - and then smiled as she leaned forward, reached down, and ran her fingers through my hair. At that point, the look on her face was sweet and appreciative, like she was just so happy that I'd been eager to get on my back.

She didn't say a word before sliding her hips forward and dropping her pussy onto my mouth. I put my tongue to work and again she reached down. This time, though, she didn't grab two handfuls of my hair. This time she kept running her fingers through it. She kept touching me in this soft, reassuring kind of way as she used my mouth for her pleasure.

It was the first time in my life a girl had sat on my face and it was exquisite. I wasn't thinking rationally at that point, of course. I was just lost in how turned on I was. I had this beautiful naked girl sitting on my face and I thought it was the hottest thing in the world. My dick was hard as a rock, and of course my hand eventually found its way to my cock. How could it not? I was 23, horny as hell, and immensely aroused because a gorgeous girl was riding my mouth.

Kara had none of it, though. She reached back, grabbed my hand, and said, "No. Just concentrate on eating my pussy. Don't think about your cock."

I couldn't really do the second part - I was too turned on to completely tune out any thoughts about my cock - but I was willing to cease masturbating. As it turned out, Kara wasn't interested in giving me a choice, though.

Instead, she grabbed both my wrists and leaned forward to pin my hands above my head. She began to ride my face with her pussy, covering me in her slippery juices while she leaned so hard onto my wrists that it actually hurt a little. Again I had that experience of having surrendered control to her, and again it felt spectacularly. It was like my whole body was almost literally humming with this crazy kind of desire. I could actually feel precum dripping down my cock as I produced quite a lot of it while I was caught up in my arousal.

"Yes...yes...Finn...eat my pussy," Kara said as she very clearly neared her orgasm.

I didn't actually have to do a whole lot of pussy eating at that point, mostly because Kara was so vigorously riding my face. I did have my tongue out, though, and when I could find her clit I happily licked it.

Kara released my wrists, sat up straight, and reached down to hold my head in her hands. She rolled her neck backwards, opened her mouth, and let out a long, low, loud moan that my roommates absolutely heard. Her nipples were hard as a rock and I watched the soft, perky flesh of her breasts tremble as an orgasm worked its way through her body.

As she climaxed, Kara lowered a little more of her weight onto my face and her pussy lips spread open. I was completely smothered in her slippery flesh at that point and it felt kind of like a perfect moment. I was fully enmeshed in that sense of submission at that point, and there was something so spectacular about it.

After she'd finished cumming, Kara slid back until she was sitting across my upper chest. She smiled sweetly and brightly and reached down to run her fingers through all the juices she'd left on my face. Then she laughed and said, "I made a mess."

"I know," I replied. "I can feel it." I could, too. I was kind of soaked. "That was really hot, though," I added.

"Yeah?" Kara asked as a hint of insecurity washed over her face, like she was having second thoughts about what she'd done as the aftermath of her orgasm set in.

"Yeah, it was," I said. "It really was. I mean, I'm still really hard."

Kara reached back and took my cock in her hand as she held my gaze. She smiled, released my cock, and then climbed off my chest and laid next to me on the carpeted floor. "Are you sure you didn't mind what I just did?" she asked.

"Kara, honestly, I loved it," I reassured her. "Just like I loved it in Cape Cod where you were...when you took charge, I guess. I couldn't begin to tell you why, but I really did love it."

She smiled and the look of insecurity washed away. In its place was a look of deep, genuine affection. She reached up, gently ran her fingers through my hair, and then leaned in to kiss me. It was a slow, soft, exceedingly tender kiss, and as our lips remained pressed together, Kara's hand moved from my hair to my crotch. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me slowly, eliciting a moan as her lips parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth.

"I don't know what came over me," she said softly. "Tonight and in Cape Cod. I don't...I don't really understand it...I just know that it feels good. And I...Finn, I love that you're into it too. I do."

"I am, Kara," I confessed. "I'm really, really into it. I mean, tonight was so hot. When you...when you put your hand on my head and just pushed me to my knees. I don't know...that was just so hot."

She smiled and kissed me again as her fingers tightened around my cock and moved faster up and down my shaft. Her tongue invaded my mouth in the same way it had done in Cape Cod. It was such a small thing, and yet it felt like an act of control on her part, an act of dominance. Whatever it was, it made me moan, which I'm sure inspired her to keep doing it.

I came hard after a fairly short handjob. I was just so turned on I couldn't help it. I thought about her pushing me to my knees and ordering me to eat her pussy. I thought about her fucking my face. I thought about her sitting on my face and pinning my hands above my head. It was all so hot that I had an explosively pleasurable orgasm where I too let out a series of loud moans that I'm sure my roommates heard. Of course, that didn't matter one bit. What mattered was having this incredible sexual experience with my girlfriend.

"Was that good?" Kara asked afterwards as she looked into my eyes.

"That was incredible," I said.

Kara rolled over, grabbed my underwear, and used them to clean my cum from her hands and my stomach. Then she set my underwear aside, kissed me on the cheek, and cuddled up next to me. I put my arm around her, held her close, and smiled as a sense of deep, genuine happiness enveloped me.

After that night, things ramped up a little faster - though Kara still battled a sense of insecurity over desiring things that most women didn't - but that's for next time.