Foreword
Dear Reader,
This is a Femdom tale. It does contain B.D.S.M. It does contain Bondage. It does contain sexual torment, so-called ruined orgasms and post orgasm torment.
It does not contain humiliation nor are there scenes of degradation or prolonged suffering. I do not like to live on my knees and I absolutely will not allow those around me to do so either.
The idea is to increase sexual arousal, not diminish it.
You have been warned.
p.s. The naughty bits start about nine hundred words down with 'Chapter Two -- That Night'.
Regards, Spencer
Chapter One -- The Morning After
My wife had caught me jerking off and ended up dominating me the night before. After a wild time we had finally gone to bed rather awkwardly and in near complete silence.
Now it was the next morning. I had gotten up early and exercised, as was my usual routine. After my breakfast and shower, I dressed and went into the computer room, booted up the machine and began to prepare for my day.
I tried not to let the glorious events of the previous night interfere with this but it was hard. My mind kept wandering back to my wife's swollen vagina, as she had ridden my face. I felt her hands on my iron hard shaft, once again...
With an effort, I forced my mind back to work.
"It was that good was it?" I heard my wife say from the doorway behind me.
With a start, my hands jerked away from my pant covered crotch and I turned to face her lounging in the doorway.
I smiled and let my gaze wander over her tousled mane and hot body. She was barely covered with something silken and shimmery that left a lot of leg and part of her shoulder and bare breast showing.
It was unusual for her to awaken much before noon. Her job was very demanding but took place during the afternoon and early evening. That she was up now meant something.
I stood, walked over to her and taking her roughly in my arms, kissed her hard and long. She returned my passion with equal fervor.
Looking up into my eyes, she said, "We have to talk."
I nodded and we went to the kitchen. I poured us coffees and we sat at the table. She was across from me.
Her shimmery gown seemed to want to fall off and I found it easy to let my eyes wander over her near nudity; a sight I was not really used to. Even the gown was new to me.
"From the way you're staring, it must be very exciting." She observed.
I decided to get right to it and I spoke right from the heart.
I smiled, met her eyes and said, "We have known each other for two years and been married for one of them. Outside the bedroom, I like many things about you. I don't want what happened to us last night to put a crimp in that."
I paused but she said nothing and merely continued to meet my eyes.
"I want you to know that last night was really hot for me...A secret dream come true." I said, looking down.
"I have been interested in this sort of thing since high school. In fact, my first marriage ended when she discovered it." I confessed.
Taking a deep breath before I continued, "She said she couldn't be with a wimp like me."
Remembering the past conflict, I shook my head and continued, "I got mad and said some stuff that couldn't be taken back and after that, well, we divorced."
"And when I met you...And...Well...We hit it off; I was worried that you'd think the same as she had. So I ended up saying nothing about what I really liked...Inside the bedroom, I mean." I finished awkwardly, letting my gaze go down.
Looking up I said, "I love you and what we did last night was really exciting and you should know that I would always be willing to sexually submit to you."
I hesitated before blurting the next part out, "But I absolutely will not live on my knees so if this is a problem for you..."
I let my sentence trail off, felt my heart thumping in my throat and my palms sweat as I watched this vision of beauty and grace to whom I was married, mull my words.
It was hard to keep meeting her eyes but I did my best.
She nodded in acknowledgement of my confession and leaned slightly forward, her hand closing the gown to stop it from falling away as she spoke.
"Well, that's quite a mouthful." She said succinctly, "I too, like a lot of things about you...Outside the bedroom."
"Oddly enough, my first marriage ended because I refused to treat my ex as disrespectfully as he seemed to need." She smiled, a bit embarrassed and continued, "I mean; you saw what I like inside the bedroom."
"My ex wanted to submit way more than I wanted to dominate. I tried to do as he wished but my heart just wasn't in it." She paused, looked down and said quietly, "I came home one night to find a 'Dear Jane' letter on the counter. It seemed he had found someone who was willing to mistreat him to the degree he wanted."
She sighed quietly, in a resigned manner and said, "So we went our separate ways but I swore then that I would never again compromise my principles for someone else."
"And then I met you. We seemed to agree on so much, outside the bedroom. I found I was willing to forgo that." She paused before adding, "You were worth it."
She looked up and said, "I, too, was very worried that last night would spell the end of 'us'."
She said quietly, "Regardless of how we got here, I think we are on the same page."
She reached out her hand and asked, "Don't you?"
Chapter Two -- That Night
The day went by in what seemed to me to be the blink of an eye. After I kissed my wife and left for work, her words kept running through my head.
"When I finish my shift tonight, I expect to be catered to; cherished, if you will."
She had purred at me, a half smile on her lips and a sparkle I had not seen in her eye before.
She usually finished work and came home close to ten each week night.
This gave me about five hours of alone time. I knew that would be more than enough for me to be ready.
When she came home, I was ready. I greeted her at the door, took her coat and kissed her right and strong.
She smiled and said, "Nice threads."
I smiled back and thanked her.
"Dinner is ready, babe." I said, "Have a seat in the dinning room."
I had set the table and made her favorite dish. Dinner was fun and I flirted with her all the way through it.
After dinner, we played cards. I knew that she enjoyed this but I also knew she'd be tired if we played too long.
Once the game was finished we went into the living room, where she sat in an easy chair. I continued to stand.
Then, without any preamble; I stripped down.
She watched with apparent interest.
I knelt before her, reached up under her dress for her panties and carefully pulled them off.
We both knew where this was going. She scooted down to the edge of the chair to better facilitate my lips and tongue on her vagina.
I could smell her sexual essence as I went to work on pleasuring her with my face.
It took only the work of a few moments before I felt her begin to groan and squirm as her first orgasm took hold.
Soon she was pulling my head close to her now hot, moist and now very swollen vagina. Her orgasms followed in waves.
"It must be nice to be multi orgasmic." I thought to myself, as I licked, sucked and kissed her feminine essence.
Finally, and before I felt that I was done, she pulled my face away from her.
"Up...Get up, take me to bed and service me now!" She demanded in a husky voice.
When I went to kiss her, she pulled her face away and said, "No kisses until you wash the taste of pussy off your face."
I smiled, feeling horny and rather devilish and replied, "Don't tell me the taste bothers you...I thought that all women were bi or at least bi curious."
She laughed at that and said with mock severity, "Oh, you are going to pay for that!"
I washed my face and joined her in the bedroom.
She was now clad only in nylons and a bra as she lay atop the king size bed.
I was hard at the sight of this wet dream.
"Fuck me!' She demanded, "But you do not come unless I allow it."
I nodded and went to join her.
Chapter Three -- Sexual Service
I had not told her but one of my real personal pleasures was to fuck her without cumming; to literally make my sexual act of coitus all about pleasuring her.
As I mounted her, I felt my hard cock enveloped by her. That hot, wet pressure felt good and I drove all the way in.
She arched up to meet my thrust and I knew she had just climaxed again.
Over the next eternity, I serviced my wife. I could feel her thrash about under me. I could hear her groans and cries of pleasure. I knew these came from my actions. The very thought kept me hard.
At length, I paused with only the tip of my still hard cock inside her. All my weight was on my forearms and toes. The only part of me touching her was my penis.
Slowly, carefully, I teased her by easing my cock a tiny bit further inside.
She looked up at my face and smiled coquettishly.
I thrust back and forth a few centimetres at a time.
She looked at me inquiringly.
It kept me hard to hold this position and sexually arouse my wife. I decided to take it a bit further.
I told her a joke.
"A man gets his girlfriend to agree to sex. She says 'yes' but only if he promises not to put it in 'all the way'. He agrees but once there, he slams it to the base of his cock and she says 'put it in all the way'. To which he replies, 'oh no, a promise is a promise'."
She laughed until I suddenly drove myself into her to my base.
She gasped and said, "Oh my!"
I fucked her again then, rough and hard.
She met my passion with her own.
After several more minutes of this she pushed me away and said, "Lay on your back."
I did as she commanded and when she got off the bed, I knew what she intended.
"There are restraints on each corner of the bed." I said, hoping that she intended to tie me spread-eagled and use me.
I was right and it took only the work of a couple of moments for her to bind and mount me.
I felt her hot, wet vagina envelope my hard cock and looked up at her face as she rode me like a bucking bronco.
I bucked and struggled and did my best to give her the ride of her life.
She groaned and cried out as her orgasms took hold. Her face was a mask of passion and lust.
