Marrying Into Femdom Culture Alt Ending

This alternative ending for 'Marrying Into Femdom Culture' picks up from page 6 of 'Marrying Into Femdom Culture, Ch. 8'. For the readers who felt that the original ending betrayed the more loving tone of the prior chapters, who felt Lee's acceptance of his collar was illogical, or who were triggered by Astrid drugging and raping him, here is another way things might have played out:

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"I'm sorry." I turned and walked out.

"Leeeeeeee! Leeeeeeeeeee!" She called after me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her father holding her back, as she sobbed and screamed with psychic pain.

I got in the back seat. I wasn't sure if that was rude to Astrid, but I didn't much care. As soon as I got in the car, I felt sick to my stomach, and my tears started to fall. My thoughts were all over the place: 'I'm fucking up the best thing in my life. What am I doing?!' 'I can't go back there. I had to get out. I was losing myself.' 'Maybe I should call this off and go back.' 'Yeah, so you're ready to be a collared bitch for the rest of your life?' 'It had to be done, best to make a clean break now, give it some time, and re-evaluate back home.' 'But what about her ultimatum? What if you can't come back from this?' 'If she won't break that fucked up ultimatum for you, then she doesn't love you.'

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Two hours later, I looked down at the shrinking island of Algoria from the window seat as the airplane rose high into a clear blue sky.

I wondered if I would ever return.

The conflicting voices inside my head debated the same questions over and over. Was I wrong to leave? Did Vik really love me? Was it over? Their bickering led nowhere, and slowly they faded into the background. I felt numb more than anything.

When I got home, I had no energy to unpack. I left my bag just inside the front door, walked directly to my bedroom, and collapsed face first on the mattress. It smelled of Vik. Fuck.

I checked my phone for the hundredth time since my plane landed. No new texts, no missed calls. Viktoria was a hard woman, I knew that. She didn't make idle threats. She detested people who didn't mean what they said.

I still hoped that she wouldn't follow through with her ultimatum to end our relationship if I left the island uncollared. But I knew that, even if it was possible, it wouldn't be done easily.

I thought about trying to contact her myself, but I couldn't think of anything to say. "Hey Vik, sorry about fleeing your country and leaving you crying on your parents' kitchen floor. No, I still don't want to be collared... how's the weather there?" No, the ball was clearly in her court. All I could do was wait and hope.

I managed to gather the energy to brush my teeth, more out of a desire for normalcy than any practical concern for dental hygiene. I hadn't eaten all day, but I had no appetite. The gnawing of my empty stomach seemed appropriate for my emotional state.

I got in bed and sent a hand down between my legs. Touching myself had always been a reliable self-soothing method, a relatively sure-fire source for a jolt of good feelings whenever good feelings became scarce. No cage, no numbing goop, I had free rein.

I managed to coax myself to a decent erection - biology is biology. But there was no pleasure in it. My own thoughts mocked me. 'Oooh is this what you wanted? Is this what you gave her up for? Go ahead wanker, enjoy yourself!' After a few minutes, I gave up and turned over in bed, hoping to pass out for a long time.

I had always thought that 'crying yourself to sleep' was an expression, not literal, but figurative, like 'pulling someone's leg' when there's no lower extremity contact involved. But it turned out to be a real thing. I laid in the pitch black of my bedroom, still in shock that things could've gone from so good to so bad, and quietly sobbed until I lost consciousness.

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My eyes opened suddenly. I thought I heard something.

*Bang bang bang* There it was again. Three knocks on the front door. Did UPS even deliver things this early? I closed my eyes again in exhaustion and hoped they would just leave the package or whatever and move on.

*Bang bang bang* Persistent, but controlled. Still pausing for a spell after each three-knock series. Maybe it was a neighbor. Maybe someone needed help.

I sat up in bed and looked around for some pants. *Bang bang bang* "One minute!" I called out irritably.

I looked through the peephole and stopped breathing. It looked for all the world like Vik was standing outside my apartment.

She looked amazing as always, dressed formally in a dark power suit with matching buttoned jacket and skirt like she often wore for work. Nothing like the emotional wreck I'd last seen screaming my name. Nothing like someone who had just finished a red-eye flight. She looked up at the peephole, might've seen it go dark when I put my eye to it, but she said nothing.

I pulled my face back from the door and remembered to start breathing again. For a moment, I wasn't sure whether to open the door or not. Then I cursed myself for being childish or cowardly or something. I opened the door.

Options assailed my mind. 'Hi Vik,' 'Hello Viktoria,' 'Hey,' 'What do you want?' Nothing seemed fitting. From the animal part of my brain, I felt a strong desire to take her in my arms and an almost equally strong desire to drop on my knees and beg her forgiveness. But my higher functions prevailed, barely.

So I stood there with a strained expression on my face, half way between a forced smile and a look of panic, like an Alzheimer's patient trying to figure out the situation and play along like they understood.

"Hello Lee." She said it softly and slowly, like she didn't want to scare me. I could see her better now without the door in the way. She'd done her makeup expertly as usual, but her eyes were still puffy and slightly bloodshot. That made me feel better.

"What... what are you doing here?"

"I want to speak with you, face to face."

After a silence and noticing that I hadn't moved back from the door, she hastened to add, "Not here, of course. Martin's is open. Let me buy you a latte." Martin's was our favorite coffee shop just down the block.

Another silence. Was she here to apologize? Was she here to scold? "I'll just get my coat..." I managed. I left the front door open in an awkward compromise between inviting her in and closing the door in her face.

We said nothing as we walked down the street. Strategizing maybe or just trying not to say anything one might regret before all the cards were on the table. I desperately wanted her back, but I knew I couldn't just say what she wanted to hear - that I'd go back to Algoria to take her collar and live happily ever after. Hopefully she would accept something less than that.

We sat while our drinks were prepared. She was studying me with that intensity of hers. To some extent, I felt honored to be deemed a problem worthy of so much concentration, but at the same time it put me on guard. Viktoria could be a formidable adversary. And she had my heart.

Finally the drinks arrived. They went untouched, but now satisfied that we weren't likely to be soon interrupted, Viktoria began.

"I want to first apologize to you, Lee. It was an impossible task I gave you. You met every challenge I put to you, exceeded my every expectation, and I just kept asking for more."

A bitter smile crossed her face. "You submitted so well. I just...I got greedy. I thought I could just keep demanding more. I never thought you'd leave..."

She swallowed her saliva here, like the memory of my departure was enough to tighten her throat. It felt vindicating to hear that she didn't think I had it in me to stand up for myself and get out of there.

"But I'm...I'm glad you left. I needed to be checked. I threw everything I could at you, as fast as I could, and I neglected my responsibility as a dominant to assess your limits and tend to your needs. I'm truly sorry." She paused to see how I was taking her apology. When I said nothing, she continued.

"When you come back, I promise that things will be different. I'll-"

"I'm not going back." I said it with a finality that I didn't feel. But fuck her for just assuming I'd go back.

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. I regretted not putting them more gently. Vik looked like someone just told her that her dog died and punched her in the stomach at the same time. She kept her eyes locked with mine, so I was able to see them fill with tears. Her mouth dropped open, and it looked like she might be having trouble breathing.

Some onlookers at the other tables in the cafe were giving me dirty looks. Typical man making a woman cry. If only they knew.

I wanted to comfort her, but again I couldn't think of anything to say that was both comforting and true.

Viktoria got ahold of herself quickly, admirably so. The tears fell down her cheeks silently, but she didn't break down. She was a strong woman, beautiful in her suffering. Just who she was.

When she spoke again, the words ground out of her throat with effort. "Why did you leave?"

I much preferred being a spectator to being a combatant in this episode. I had no grand manifesto to lay out as to what I wanted and why specifically I had left. I tried my best. And once I started to speak, the words poured out of me.

"I mean, it was a lot of things. You pushed my boundaries again and again and again. I'm not sure exactly what finally pushed me over the edge...maybe it was when you held my head underwater, maybe it was when you kept going and forced me to cum after I told you to stop, after I said it was rape, maybe it was when you pissed on me, but at some point I got scared. I got worried. I was worried that you didn't love me."

"You know I love you!" she spat back, a reflex, like she couldn't tolerate anyone daring to question her love. "I'm here, aren't I?"

I paused and waited. I wasn't going to argue with her. I waited while she reined herself in. Her expression softened, then she waited patiently, so I continued.

"I got worried that you didn't respect me enough for love to be possible. How could you respect me after I let you do all those things? How could you respect someone who didn't have lines you couldn't cross? I worried I was losing myself, my identity, my principles, my independent thought. I won't be your collared lap dog. And if that's what you want, then I...don't want you.."

Vik took a breath. "I don't want a lap dog. I've told you many times that I value your strength and your opinions."

We stared at each other for a minute. Then she said, "What would convince you?"

"What?"

"What would convince you that I love and respect you? Completely."

"I don't know." I said before quickly adding, "Taking back that fucked up ultimatum that you'll only love me collared or not at all would be a good start."

Vik bristled but kept silent this time. I could see it wash over her. Her face actually twitched as she tried to imagine this alternative version of her future with an uncollared husband.

"Something else."

"What?"

"Ask me for something else."

I scoffed. The balls on this woman.

"I can't give up my dream. I know you'll be happy wearing my collar. I know it will work."

"And if I won't do it?"

She grimaced. "I know who I am. I know what I want. I don't think I can give that up. Not in the long term."

"Well then I guess we're at an impasse," I grumbled. This was not the romantic scene I wanted. I wanted her to say, 'Damn the collar, damn Algoria, you're all that matters to me!' Life is never so simple.

Suddenly her face lit up. "What if I'd submit to anything right now? That would convince you that I love and respect you, right? I told you I'd give you carte blanche on our anniversary. What if I gave it to you now?"

"Vik..." Of course, she thought sex would solve all our problems.

"Yes, this will work!" she was practically shrieking with excitement, "Do it! Take me home right now and spank me! Fuck me up my ass!"

The same onlookers who had previously shot daggers at me and pitied her, now looked at her like she was deranged. See! See what I'm dealing with!

"Keep...your voice down," I said through my teeth, feeling embarrassed before the disapproving glances that she seemed not to notice. In a low, quiet voice, I continued, "Honey, as much as I wish all the world's problems could be solved by butt fucking, I think our problems go deeper than that."

Vik's excitement wasn't dampened one iota. "Listen darling, no strings. You don't have to promise to change your position at all. Hell, call it a revenge fuck if you want. You deserve it."

My mind was wary of this idea. But my dick seemed to be fully in support of it. Fucking her brains out did seem like poetic justice, regardless of the future of our relationship. But I felt like sex, especially kinky sex, was her turf. Here in the coffeeshop, I was in control of my emotions. I could think clearly. Arguing with her gorgeous face was bad enough. I worried about what I might agree to when I had to debate her naked tits.

"How would this help us?" I managed to hold my ground.

"You've been wronged. It's true. I'm responsible. You need to get even, you know, to level the playing field a bit, to clean the slate, before we can have a proper discussion about our future."

I could feel myself agreeing. Defer thinking, fuck the beautiful woman. Not a hard argument to win against a male opponent. My dick was about to overrule my brain, demanding an increasing share of the blood. It was so hard down my pant leg that I knew standing would be painful.

"C'mon, I know you want me. Worst case: you'll have some great sex before kicking me to the curb."

I tried to secure some concession before I abandoned negotiations completely. "We don't discuss our future at all while we're in bed. I can't think straight there. We come back here tomorrow morning and resume this right where we left off. Okaaaayyy?!"

"Whatever you say, Master! Now take me home and have your way with me!"

She smiled, and I couldn't help but laugh at her submissive bimbo impression. Even now, she couldn't help but order me around. But these were easy orders to follow.

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I took the walk back to my apartment slow, trying to think about what I wanted, not wanting to squander this opportunity or do something I'd regret later. Vik seemed content to take whatever pace I wanted, not pulling me anxiously forward or dragging me back with dread. She held my right hand in both of hers and pressed her head against my shoulder as we walked. It made her seem juvenile, like a smitten high school cheerleader walking the halls with her new beau.

I didn't want to hurt her. Any of that 'leveling the playing field' shit she's said - to truly 'get even' - would require me to do things to her that I had no desire to do. I had no wish to dominate her. One thing the events of the last week had made crystal clear to me was that I naturally submissive in bed. And forcing myself to fake an extreme dominant role in order to teach her a lesson seemed both undesirable and counterproductive, like I'd be helping her justify what she'd done.

So I decided not to overthink it. I would enjoy myself tonight, clear the air a bit, and think about serious things again tomorrow.

That was easier said than done.

Turns out you can't have light, fun, casual, meaningless sex with someone with whom you are madly in love, especially when you're worried you might be incompatible. But I tried.

As soon as we entered the apartment, I spun around, pinned her against the door, and kissed her. Hard. I felt my closed eyes fill with hot tears as soon as our lips touched, and I knew I was in trouble.

I pulled back and looked in her eyes. I saw the same thing I felt - white, hot, raw emotion - leaking out of her. I gave into it.

I attacked her mouth like a man possessed. Sucking on her lips and tongue, tasting the saltiness of our blended tears, we moaned into each others' mouths. Without separating our faces, I worked her jacket off. My hands roamed her curves, measuring and squeezing. Fuck she had a great body!

I pulled back to work on the buttons of her blouse. I got through only one before giving up and ripping the fine garment open, buttons flying loose and bouncing on the floor. Vik looked at me incredulously and shoved me in the chest, pushing me back hard. I could have ordered her not to resist I guess. She was supposed to be here to submit to whatever I wanted after all. But it was enough of a thrill just to take control in a way I never had with her.

I crouched down and grabbed her around her thighs, lifting her over my shoulder so her head fell behind me. She screamed in shock. I carried her quickly to the bedroom, my hand squeezing her ass through her skirt as it bounced on my shoulder. I threw her on the bed and clawed at the zipper on her skirt. I pulled it down with her panties all in one motion. Her pale buttocks threatened to make me cum in my pants just by looking at them. I slapped her juicy ass as punishment.

My fingers deftly unhooked her bra and suddenly she was naked with the exception of her thigh-high stockings. She looked up at me curiously, panting from the excitement, unsure what I would do next.

I pushed between her legs and pressed my face into her pussy. I loved that pussy. I knew it so well. So I was instantly able to sense that something was amiss. She wasn't wet. I mean, she was a little aroused, but usually when she had me eat her out she was soaked.

I stopped and pulled back to look at her vulva and then up to her face. She saw that I was hesitating. "Go on, darling, it's ok. It's all for you, take what you want."

I was conflicted. Maybe she really was such a dominant that she wouldn't be able to get off this way. Maybe she really liked it better when I was wearing panties, on my knees before her, following her orders. Maybe she needed to be the one in control. Or maybe I was just doing a terrible job.

Vik saw the conflict on my face stalling my progress. She propped herself up on one elbow, grabbed me hard by the hair, and pulled me back into her cunt. I stopped thinking and started licking. She had trained me well. I focused on the techniques I knew she liked. Wetting her puffy lips with long powerful licks, sucking gently on her clit, teasing her entrance and her perineum with the tip of my tongue. Her taste intensified, letting me know her honey was starting to flow, and I relaxed again.

I shucked my own clothes off as quick as I could, not bothering with my socks, and brought my hard cock to her quim. I pushed her thigh back towards her chest with one hand while I used my other hand to work my dick back and forth between her folds, coating it in her juices. "Hold your legs apart for me."

Vik dutifully grabbed her thighs just below her knees and pulled them up and out. I could tell it was difficult for her, being on her back like this, offering a man her cunt for only the second time. I knew she was doing it because she loved me. And that felt really good. It gave me an insight into the pleasure that Vik derived from my submission. Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, I couldn't look away. "Beg me to fuck you, baby."

She didn't break eye contact, snarling at me as she screamed, "Please fuck me, Lee!"

I pressed the head of my cock to her vagina, feeling the silkiness of her outer lips envelop me in a gentle kiss.

"You're so beautiful. Tell me you love me, Vik."

Her face grew deadly serious, like she could kill. Her snarl twitched, showing her teeth. She took a deep breath and then, like a war cry, she bellowed, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, LEEEEEEEEEEE!" I slid myself deep inside her hot little tunnel. The velvety walls of her twat felt even better on my prick than I remembered.