Marrying Into Femdom Culture Ch 06

The next few days were some of the best of my life.

I awoke to the pleasant sensation of a feminine hand stroking my hair and the warmth of sunlight kissing my face. Vik's smiling face shone down on me when I opened my eyes, highlighted from behind by the light from her bedroom window, giving her an aura of chosen perfection.

"How do you feel this morning, my darling?" she asked sweetly.

Without giving up my view of her bright eyes, I took a deep breath and considered her question. How did I feel? I felt good. My body had sunk into the softness of the mattress like I had slept the sleep of the dead. Like maybe I hadn't moved all night. Like a stone.

"I think I feel pretty good," I admitted giving her an honest smile.

"Why don't you turn over so I can take a look at that booty?" she continued in her sweet song voice.

'So much for that wholesome moment,' I thought to myself, 'I made it almost 10 seconds into my day before she summoned my asshole.'

I returned her look just long enough to be certain she wasn't joking before I indulged her. My muscles ached as I reintroduced motion to my body, rolling to my right side. I had barely gotten my elbows onto the mattress when I felt her pull the panties down off my hips. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched her spread my cheeks. I felt the shame I imagine all humans do when their anuses are exposed, but I didn't stop her. No one else had ever seen my adult asshole. Well no one besides that girl at the spa I guess.

"Such a cute little hole," she said softly under her breath.

Viktoria must have noticed me looking over my shoulder at her, but she kept her gaze fixed on my tush, a little smile playing across her lips.

Then she released my butt cheeks and give me a loving pat on the ass to get me going. "Alright, I'll put some cream on after your shower. Get yourself cleaned up and come on downstairs. I'm making you breakfast."

I stumbled a few steps towards the bathroom before I noticed it. My rear end wasn't aching exactly. In fact there was no pain, but there was a new awareness. I usually never thought about my butt hole, but now I was keenly aware of it back there, like I knew exactly where in space it was floating.

I looked up to see Vik smirking at me. Could she know what I was thinking?

"Hurry up," she chided.

I made it to the bathroom and got the door closed behind me. I had just turned on the shower to let the water warm up when she poked her head in and laid the cock cage gently on a towel.

"You forgot this! Put it on after your shower, but you can leave the plug out today. We'll give your no-longer-virgin little pucker the day to recharge!"

She bounced back out of the room and downstairs before I could think to say anything.

The little plastic cage stared back at me innocently from atop the snow white terry cloth of my bath towel, daring me to rebel.

I let the hot water spray my body down for a long time. The droplets felt different against my hairless skin, and I couldn't resist running my fingertips over my body. I explored the novel smoothness of my ass crack, feeling my fat cheeks smother my finger on both sides. The fingertip brushed lightly across my anus. It felt like a new part of my body had been unlocked. I wasn't sure what was there before, but now I had a new sex organ back there. As I ran my finger along my swollen rim, I recognized what it made me feel: submission, perversion, arousal.

When I got downstairs, my hair still wet from the shower. I noticed no sign of Astrid or George. Vik was humming to herself contentedly in front of the stove, cooking and rocking her hips to some melody in her head. She wore a soft blue dress which was well tailored and showed off the curve of her pert buttocks.

Vik saw me out of the corner of her eye and her face lit up with happiness. I couldn't help but smile back and feel my love for her surge up within me. She motioned me to a chair at the kitchen table.

As she served me coffee, she informed me that her parents had taken off on some sort of vacation, so we had the place to ourselves. It was a nice gesture, not totally unheard of to give two young lovers some space, but damned nice of them. And I think if we had a more 'traditional' relationship, it wouldn't have seemed weird to me at all. But I couldn't shake the thought that it was wrong. Like I was being pimped out to their daughter. Like they were conspirators in my downfall. "Of course we'll do anything to support our daughter," I recalled Astrid saying that first night, and apparently this implied, "including giving her the house so she can break in her boyfriend's ass properly, butt-fucking him in bondage, and engaging in other such stallion-breaking activities."

My thoughts were thankfully broken as she brought over a beautifully presented plate of toasted Algorian bread and poached eggs.

Poached eggs. The first time I'd stayed over at Viktoria's apartment she'd made them for me. After being denied traditional sex, and despite the best handjob of my life, I had thought I was being rejected. But she'd surprised me, asking me to stay the night. I'd been with a few women who guarded their beds (at least for sleeping) like they guarded their assholes, kicking me out after they were satisfied, but Viktoria had welcomed me and held me all night. It was nice. In the morning, she'd asked me how I liked my eggs. I had said 'poached' going for obnoxious humor with a difficult request, but she just nodded and perfectly poached me an egg, with the white fully solid and the yolk spilling out around my fork's puncture wound with perfect gory violence. Ever since, poached eggs always made me think of her competence and of her love.

"Only the best for my submissive," she said, announcing her satisfaction with me. She sat her fine behind in my lap and threw an arm around my neck. I felt tense in my cage as she pressed her perfect tush against me through my pants. She knew exactly what she was doing and smiled at me in knowing delight. As I held her in my arms, it amazed me how dominant and intimidating this smaller creature sitting in my lap could be. With her other hand, she wielded a fork, piercing an egg and flooding the plate with yellow goo. She brought the bite up to my mouth and fed me. I felt complete as I swallowed the delicious food.

Vik continued to hand feed me while I kept both hands holding her body. At some point, the arm around my neck slid down my back. Her hand dug my shirt out of my pants and she slid her middle finger inside my panties, idly toying with my butt crack as she fed me.

"Lee, I just want to tell you. I feel your love. Everything you do for me. I feel it. Last night was so good. Thank you baby, thank you for your love."

Her finger slid deeper between my cheeks now, stroking me with lazy little finger curls, all stopping well short of my hole. I smiled back, basking in her praise.

"Even though you erupted like a volcano when I took you here last night..." her finger flexed to let me know exactly where she was referring to. She waited for the blush to come to my cheeks at the reminder of the massive orgasm I'd had as she'd sodomized me. "...I know you did it just for me. It's one of the greatest gifts a woman like me can receive so...thank you."

She pressed her lips to mine and we shared a tender kiss. Then I felt the pad of her finger slide down to lightly tap my asshole.

"I know you take it just for me now. But I hope...someday..." she paused letting her own cheeks flush for once, "maybe you'll need me here. You'll truly beg me to fill you. Maybe you'll long to bend over for me and take a good fucking up your ass." She paused, clearly feeling vulnerable after sharing her fantasy.

I felt both afraid and aroused by her fantasy. Part of me was already worried that I was enjoying all this too much and that I would become dependent on her to fulfill my new depraved cravings.

Seeing the conflict on my face, she rushed to reassure me, "I never want you to pretend of course. If you never yearn for it and instead just accept the penetration as an act of pure submission, I am satisfied with that. But it's a goal of mine. To make it so good that you lust to take me inside you. I just wanted you to know."

"Thanks for telling me," I replied noncommittally.

We shared a smile with just our eyes and we finished up the rest of the food she'd prepared.

"There's a green tube of moisturizing cream in the second drawer on my bedside table. Go get it for me while I clean up these dishes."

With that, Vik gave me a peck on the lips, pulled her finger out of my pants and hopped off my lap, busying herself with the dishes.

As I ascended the stairs back to her room, it struck me that I had no idea what our plans were today. God only knows what the day might hold for me. But all I had to do was retrieve her moisturizer. It was pleasantly freeing to be forced to live in the moment without worrying about the future. We would do whatever Vik wanted. I felt simple, but somehow more alive.

When I returned to the kitchen with the requested tube in hand, Viktoria asked me to wait for her in the living room until she was done. I plopped down on the sofa and looked around. I examined the tube in my hand for the first time. "Sub Revitalization Cream," it read. "For vaginal and anal use. Make sure your sub is always ready for penetration. Helps keep holes healthy and eager. Suggested for both aftercare and prophylaxis."

I chuckled, debating whether or not this was a gag/joke item when I thought, 'hey maybe Vik will need some of this on that tight little cunt after I deflower her.'

I looked up as Viktoria came into the room. She pulled her key out of her blouse and brought the chain over her head. "Stand up and take you pants and panties down," she said as she took my place on the couch. She took my balls gently into her hand. "Any problems?" she asked while she inspected the cage. While I appreciated the attention (how many guys get their balls fondled in the morning?) and had no specific complaints, I felt uncomfortable with her locking me up again with our...virginity asymmetry still in existence.

"No, no problems, just that..."

She looked up at me, "What? What's the matter?"

"Do we really need the cage right now?" A puzzled look came over her face like she wasn't sure where I was going with this. "I mean, you're just going to have to take it off again when we have...traditional sex."

Vik gave me a scowl, like a parent scolding a teenager for shirking chores. She made a big show of inserting her key and locking the cage on me. My anxiety about her holding up her end of our deal began to rise.

"Yes, we need the cage," she lectured me, "Don't worry so much."

Needless to say, I was now worrying very much. I tried to take a deep breath to steady myself, but I couldn't seem to manage it. My anxiety spiked as I imagined her betraying our deal, even after all her little speeches. I tried to keep my voice even as I said, "Vik, when do I get to fuck you?"

"That's not very romantic of you..." she teased me with a little smile.

"Vik!"

Her smile was gone now. "Lee, I gave you my word. Ok? Don't you trust me?"

Well shit. 'No' didn't seem like a good answer here, so I went with, "Of course I do. I just feel a little vulnerable, even more so than I did yesterday, since my...virginity has been taken and yours remains intact."

"I can understand that," she said dismissively, "now come lay across my lap so I can put the cream on you."

I stayed standing. "When, Vik?" my voice broke a little as I groaned the question out of my throat.

She looked up at me and then stood to her full height. She took my face in her hands, her expression severe, and I felt like I might cry. But then, her face softened.

"Tonight, sweetheart. It's going to happen tonight," she said softly.

I sort of nodded while focusing on not breaking down.

"Oh baby, come here," she said as she pulled me into a tight hug with my pants still around my ankles.

I breathed into her hair and mumbled, "I do trust you, I do. I just...I've never trusted anyone this much."

She squeezed me tight before pulling back to look me in the eye. "You have to trust me, Lee. If you can't trust me, I mean really trust me, then this will never work. We'd just be roommates. Roommates who like to have a lot of sex, sure, but still just roommates. Nothing like the iron bond between a dominant and her submissive."

She searched my face to see if I was following.

"I trust that you will do what you think is right. I just...I wonder if sometimes this place and its weird traditions might make you think something is right that is very, very wrong."

Viktoria had her game face on now and said with confidence, "You know me, Lee. You know how I make decisions. You have to decide whether you can take that leap of faith and trust my judgment. No one else can do it for you. No matter how bleak things look, trust that I will never abandon you, I will never forsake you, I am always on your side."

A silence drew out.

"And just to be clear, things will sometimes look a lot bleaker than wearing a chastity cage, ok? Sometimes I'm going to make decisions that you absolutely disagree with, and after voicing your disagreement, you won't disobey, you won't say 'I think she's crazy', you won't leave me, because you committed to me, because you submitted to me, because you'd fall on your sword for your queen before you'd betray her. That's what I'm asking of you. That is what's required."

I said nothing, focusing on digesting her speech.

"C'mon, over my lap on your stomach," she commanded, closing the discussion.

I put my knees on one side of her and fell onto my elbows on her other side. I let myself collapse onto her, still pondering her words.

She donned a latex glove and squirted a generous helping of cream onto her finger. "Reach back and part your cheeks for me baby."

I spread myself for her, and she began to apply the cream to my back hole.

"Is that what you think of most married couples? Like ones that aren't dominant/submissive? That they're 'just roommates'?"

Vik let out a thoughtful sigh while slipping the tip of her finger inside me. Surprisingly her finger felt bigger than it had last night. I guessed I had tightened back up without the benefit of the plug.

"I think there are all levels of commitment and intimacy in relationships. The only ones who really know how strong a relationship is are the two people in that relationship. Half of marriages end in divorce and it's likely a majority of the rest should end in divorce but persist for lack of a better idea. Perhaps the 'roommate' level relationship works for some people, but I have no interest in it. I need a more intense connection. What do you need, Lee?"

I grunted as she twisted her finger inside me, making sure my tunnel was fully coated.

"I'm...not sure."

She pulled her finger out, apparently finished with her task. The glove came off with a smacking sound and she gave me a pat on the bum to tell me to pull up my underwear.

"Well I am. I know you, Lee. You're a pretty easy going guy, but you feel things intensely, deeply. It's one of the reasons why you're so anxious about our arrangement. I think you'd do ok in a typical marriage, for years probably. But at some point, you'd sense it, that she's not as committed to the relationship as you are, that she doesn't feel as deeply as you do about the romantic ideal, maybe it'd be something you need from her that she wouldn't do, more likely it'd be a lack of any truly challenging demand from her, that she wouldn't even consider asking 'her roommate' to do something extreme for her. And I think that would make you sad."

I could picture the scenario she had just described. I was something of a hopeless romantic. I was a fan of grand gestures, and I had had previous girlfriends dismiss them as silly, saying 'Awww, you're so sweet' before disregarding them, passively refusing to be equally vulnerable. It made me sad to think that Vik's scenario might still come to pass and that I hadn't foreseen this need in myself, at least not explicitly. But she had.

I returned to the present to find Vik studying my face. She looked a little guilty, perhaps not intending to be quite so piercingly insightful.

"Come straddle me," she said suddenly.

It was a little awkward. I'd never done this before. Putting my knees down on either side of her thighs, resting my hands on the back of the couch behind her and hovering above her - it all evoked the image of me riding her cowgirl. Vik ran her hands along my sides before sending one up to run up the back of my neck into my hair and the other down to grab a handful of ass. As she stroked her fingers along my scalp, I felt a little like a pet, like her dog, but in the best way.

"We're not a depraved sex cult, you know. Algorians. You're just imagining all the potential downsides without seeing how good this could be for you."

I maintained a skeptical expression but said nothing.

"And about tonight..." she said while maintaining steady eye contact, "I'm going to hold up my end of our agreement. I'm going to take you inside my vagina, giving you my virginity. But I don't want you to have the wrong expectation. I'm not giving up control. I'm not going to submit to you. You'll still be my boy and I'll still be your dominant."

She cupped my face in both hands to soften any disappointment. I swallowed my saliva. As long as my dick was penetrating her, did it really matter that I wasn't holding her down, humping her at will? It kind of did...

"But I thought..."

"I know baby. That's why I wanted to say something now. I probably should have clarified the other night, but it was already such a difficult thing for me to agree to be penetrated. Don't worry. It's still going to be good. Tonight will be unforgettable experience for us both!"

I said nothing, slightly rocking my inner thighs against her outer thighs, feeling her hands move along my body in consolation as I processed this new information. I tried to conjure some righteous indignation, but none came. It was like my subconscious had already known and accepted it. Still, I had to say something.

"Vik, tell me the truth. When do you think we might have the completely traditional, penis-in-vagina, me-on-top-fucking-you type of sex?"

Viktoria looked pensive. The fact that she was thinking so carefully about her answer was not reassuring.

"It's...it's not unheard of for a dominant to allow her submissive to do something like that, a role reversal with a temporary transfer of control. But it's...well you might say that here in Algoria such a thing would be viewed as 'kinky' or 'perverted,' similar to how strap-on anal sex is viewed by many Americans."

Seeing my grim expression, she hurried to soothe me, "Now you know I'm an open-minded girl. I'm open to exploring any kinks you're interested in...and many you're probably not interested in haha!"

I remained stone-faced. She pushed on. "Listen baby. I know you think you need that. I don't want you worrying about all these needs you think you might have that I might deny you. So I'm going to do this. On the anniversary of your collaring ceremony, I promise to let you do anything you want to me."

"Anything?"

"If you want to fuck my ass and piss in my mouth, I'll just say 'yes dear.'"

She saw my expression change. "That makes you happy, huh? You like that image?" she teased me.

"...Noo..." I denied but I couldn't keep a smile from spreading across my lips. Somehow my lover suggesting that I celebrate our anniversary by pissing in her mouth reassured me that she was a reasonable woman and not some crazed sex fiend. Oh how far my perspective had changed.

She pulled me into a kiss. "Go change into some work-out clothes. Let's go for a run."