Russ and Renee have been married for 15 years, enjoying a normal and vanilla sexlife. Russ had encouraged Renee on a few occasions to read about femdom, or watch facesitting videos of dominant women smothering and abusing male submissives, but she hadn't really been interested. She was pretty satisfied with how things were. Russ never let her end a session of sex without an orgasm from oral ministrations if she hadn't gotten off on his dick. She knew he would eagerly do whatever she wanted in the bedroom, but she never really equated that to Russ being a submissive, just that he's an attentive lover, always eager to please.
But this time was different. Russ wasn't lightly flirting with femdom by rubbing her feet, or asking if she would let him lick her ass. No, this time he had gotten down on his knees in front of her and openly professed in detail, how obsessed he was with the way she smells, and how those smells drive him crazy. Her feet, her ass, her pussy, all of her, and not straight out of the shower, but slightly sweaty and pungent. How he fantasized about her sitting on his face and grinding out an orgasm by fucking his face, or forcing him to worship and tongue fuck her asshole. He just laid it all out and hoped for the best. He wasn't disappointed.
She could see that this wasn't just a desire for Russ, but a need. He needed this like he needed food and water. She just didn't know how to give that to him. The whole thing kinda overwhelmed her. She was scared she wouldn't do something right, or she would say something and it would come off sounding stupid, so she told him as much.
He assured her that she couldn't do anything wrong, no matter what it was, and saying sorry is something she'd never have to do again in the bedroom. He told her he would show her everything she needed to understand what he wanted from her. He sent her links to erotic femdom stories and videos, only this time, she read them and watched the videos, and this is where the adventure begins.
POP! The riding crop sang out as it struck his ass. She looked so unsure of herself. The expression on her face was clearly begging him for approval. It was the first time she had ever struck him, and it felt awkward, even though he had begged her to do it to him. She has a long way to go to simply accept the power he offers her, let alone relish it. He chuckled, she smiled a little.
"It just sounds bad." He said "It barely even stings. Go harder"
"Hey, it's my first time. I'll work up to harder." She said as she struck him again, slightly harder.
He chuckled again, "Ok my Goddess. I am but a humble servant here to amuse and pleasure his Queen." He gave her a broad grin. He was still in charge in the bedroom and they both knew it. He may be the one under the whip, but that was his doing, his instructions, his desires. She was just dancing along to his song at the moment, but with a little time and effort, he was hoping to change that dynamic.
She struck her hand and then her leg with the crop. "Oh, it really isn't that bad at all. It just makes a lot of noise. That's why I see these in the porn videos all the time." She held the crop out to him. "Here, you hit me with it." She handed him the whip and got on all fours on the bed with her ass to him. Taking a dominant role to try to show her how he wanted her to behave, he began giving commands.
"Turn." He said firmly, she turned with her head to his right. "No, the other way" he smiles "I want your ass on my right. I don't move for you, I have the whip. Now turn so it's easy for me to whip your ass." She giggled and turned around to give him easy access to her bare ass as she arched her back and prepared herself for the crop. He lightly rubbed her body with the crop. Dancing ever so gently across her bare nipples, her back, ass and legs.
"Are you gonna let me see what it feels like?" She asked somewhat impatiently. "Silence, slave!" He giggled, unable to complete the line without laughing a little. POP! He brought the crop down against her bare ass.
"Oh!" She giggled. "Did that feel like you swung hard enough to hurt me?" She asked.
"Yeah, did it? It felt hard." He said.
"Not really." She replied as she got off the bed and reached for the crop. He handed her the short whip and crawled back onto the bed.
"Come sit on my face, but put your dirty panties back on first. I like the way they smell." She smiled and walked over to her clothes and put her panties back on before hopping onto the bed and crawling over to him. She leaned down over him and they kissed as she caressed his face with just the tips of her fingers before throwing a leg over his torso and straddling him. "No, not like this." He said looking up at her. "Turn around and face my feet." She turned, resuming her position straddling his chest facing his feet. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him. "Let's see how hard you can grind on me with your ass." He said, looking very excited.
"I'm afraid I'll hurt you. This isn't fantasy, this is real, and I could really break your nose." She retorted.
"No you won't. I'm a lot tougher than you think." He replied.
"Bullshit. Those people on the videos are using some tricks or something." She said.
"Alright, then let's play a game. You grind your ass on my face and TRY to make me give up from the grinding, smothering doesn't count." He said. She thought for a moment, obviously unsure about the whole thing. "You're not gonna hurt me." He reassured her.
"Ok, I'll try." She finally relented. She slowly settled her ass down on his face. She had sat on his face before, but always very gently, which meant supporting her own weight at all times, which distracted from the enjoyment of his oral ministrations. It was very different this time though. Still unsure, she let a little more weight settle onto his face. He reached up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her hard down onto his face. His face sank deep into her panty covered ass. Her asshole grinding directly into his nose. She gasped slightly and pulled back up as he released his grip.
"Renee. SIT. ON. MY. FACE. Make me say uncle. I dare you to try to break my nose with your asshole" he chuckled.
"Fine, your funeral. What happens if I decide I like this and you decide you don't?" She asked. He openly laughed.
"Sit on my face my Goddess. Make me quit." She sat down hard this time. Still not all of her weight, but she found his nose with her asshole and started grinding on it. She wiggled side to side to make sure she really had a hold of him and then started to push back against him thinking this would cause enough pain to make him give up. She ground on him for a few seconds and then sat up again.
"Doesn't that hurt?" She queried.
"I wouldn't say it hurt. Uncomfortable maybe, but I'm really loving this. Was that as hard as you could grind? All your weight?" He asked, knowing she could be even harder.
"No, I can go harder." She replied.
