Femdom 2

Femdom (bi)

It was my idea for Theresa and I to engage in femdom and all that came with it. If I had known on that fateful day what I know now... I guess this falls under the category of 'be careful what you wish for.'

My beautiful sweet wife had that anxious look on her face again, "Danny, how am I doing as a wife? Am I a good wife?"

"Yea, Babe. The best in the whole wide world." She really was. (To this day she still is. Except in one aspect...)

"There's nothing more I could do?"

I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her. "Nope. You're perfect just the way you are."

"What about in the bedroom?" She bit her lip. "Am I good in bed? Because Lonnie says that Frank is always complaining that they don't have enough sex and that she won't, you know, blow him. Do you... do you get enough blowjobs? Am I any good?"

Well your first mistake is listening to your old college roomie Lonnie. And it was just yesterday you tried that whole 'ice cubes in the mouth' thing. Very creative! Why? Are you wanting to give me a blowjob right now?" I winked and cupped my package with a smile.

"I'm serious Danny! I just want you to be happy. Surely there's one thing I could do better? I mean, the cube thing didn't even turn out to be a good idea in the end. What can I do? Name one thing?"

It was my turn to get that look on my face. She saw the look so I was going to have to name it. "Well... if you insist..." her face brightened up. Then it switched to worry.

I spit out the words fast, like if I didn't say them fast I never would. "You could try femdom maybe just a little if you want no pressure just putting it out there." I looked away ashamed to have ever said it out loud.

"Femdom?" She cocked her head sideways. Her voice had that whining complaining tone she gets, "I don't even know what that is."

I kicked one of my feet with the other. "It's a sex thing where the female in a relationship, you, acts dominant toward the male in a relationship, me, in the bedroom. Not all the time. I'd still be the strong smug guy you married the rest of the time."

She looked shocked. Like she'd just been in a car crash. Then after a minute, "Yea, you are smug. But I like it. You can't help it if you're always right." I took her tightly in my strong arms and hugged her, lifting her up in the air in the process.

"I know. I like it too. It's just that it's draining to always have to be the strong one. Sometimes I just need a break."

"I guess that makes sense. You just need a break. How do I do it?"

"Well if I tell you what to do then I'm still the one in control. Aren't I? It has to come from you."

She tapped her fingers on the table and took a swig of coffee. "I'm good at research. I am an Analyst after all." She punched me in the shoulder playfully. "I'll do it. How hard could it be?"

She must not have done a lot of research because it was only an hour later that she tried it out. "Danny. Danny." She called from the bedroom. "I need your help in here." I figured She wanted me to hang a picture or something.

When I got there she was standing on the bed defiant and naked. She looked good naked. And her attitude was hot. "Ok, little man." She laughed nervously, breaking the mood. "Come here and throw me on the bed and ravish me. That's an order."

It was my turn to laugh. "Can you really order a person to ravish you? If I throw you on the bed and ravish you I'm still being the dominant one."

"Oh. Right." She furrowed her eyebrows. Then tried again with her hands on her hips. She wasn't a great actress, "Kiss me. I mean, kiss my foot or you would be a tiny person."

I smiled amused. I couldn't help myself. Still, this unskilled attempt was way better anyway. I crawled up onto the bed and kissed the top of her foot right next to her ankle. "That's better. Now kiss all the way up my leg to my neck."

She loves it when I kiss her neck. She finds it romantic. Not exactly what I was going for. But she was trying. She really was a great wife. Well, she still is. Except...

I kissed all the way up and she swooned, crumpling to the bed, submissively laying on her back.

We made love with the only departure from the norm being that I asked her to be on top. She rode me like a champ and it was great sex. Just not really femdom.

"Am I supposed to smoke a cigarette now, Danny?"

"Terry, you're the best wife a man could possibly have..." I waited, "You know that wasn't exactly femdom. Right?"

She whined again, "Aww, it felt awkward the whole time. I didn't know what to say. And it didn't come out right. I'll never get it right."

I took on the task of comforting her. Cause that's what a strong protector does, "You were amazing. Maybe next time don't wait for me to ask you to be on top. Be assertive." I was nervous to say the next thing, "And you can be mean."

"I'll try. I really will. Forgive me. I'll get better. I promise."

"There's nothing to forgive. You're the best wife a man could want."

It was only the next day when she tried again. "Danny! Come here now."

She was standing naked on the bed again. "Bow to your mistress and kiss her feet."

"Wow! Terry. You nailed it!"

"Silence! I don't need your critiques. And I'm not Terry. I'm your m... mm... mistress. Now eat my..." She got down on one knee, then knelt, then laid on her back. "Eat my pussy."

I licked her delicious snatch just the way she likes it until she had an orgasm. Then we had tender sex.

"Was I better?"

"A million times better. Amazing."

"What should I do differently?"

"Um, you could be more humiliating. And you know I love kissing your pussy. Though, if I love a thing, I'm not really being made to do anything so it's not really femdom. And maybe be on top."

"You mean I can be on top for that? I didn't know that was even a way it could be done." She complained and berated herself again, "How am I ever going to be any good at this? There's so much to learn."

"You're an Analyst babe. You can figure it out. You've already come miles."

Two days later I heard her call from the other room, "Daniel! Get your tiny dick in here and get down on the bed!"

Wow! I was hard before I even got there. I laid down on my back and she climbed up on my face gingerly putting her labia to my lips, "Eat!"

I pulled her pussy roughly to my mouth and licked like my life depended on it. She was figuring this stuff out fast. Even grinding on me a little. When she was done she crouched between my legs and sucked my cock passionately and lovingly. It was a little too submissive for my desires, but good.

When we were done she laid in my arms, "How'd I do? I didn't hurt your feelings calling you 'tiny dick' did I?"

"It's playtime baby. An act. Besides, you know I'm bigger than average."

"Good. Now go make me breakfast in bed!"

I made a face, "Only in the bedroom. The rest of the time we're a normal couple."

"Oh, right." She got a cutesy attitude and pouted, "But breakfast in bed is in the bedroom. So maybe you would reward the best wife in the world with a treat?"

"Bacon and eggs coming right up. You really were a champ." I padded off toward the kitchen calling behind me as I went, "It's ok to take it up a notch."

Days later I got the familiar command. Lying supine I licked her pussy good and I didn't even need to direct the action at all. By the time we were done she was breathing hard from her orgasms. Yes I gave her two.

Then she looked down at me, "You said to ramp it up. So I'm gonna take it up." She sounded apologetic rather than bossy.

But next she turned around and within minutes had placed her tiny asshole on my lips, "lick it!" For the first time the voice she uses when she gives a command actually sounded like I had no choice.

I was blown away. This wasn't the same woman who just weeks ago didn't have a clue. I don't think I would ever lick a butthole, but I hadn't cum yet, and things always sound better before I cum compared to after. She let me lick for a while and I even shot my load on my stomach hands free.

Afterwards, while cuddling, she asked me, "Did you actually like it?"

Gesturing toward my spent dick I answered, "I think you know the answer to that question."

We kept doing stuff like that for months and our acting skills improved dramatically. But there was something missing.

One day she brought it up, "I've been thinking about femdom." I feared she would say it wasn't her thing. "I'm a bit undecided, but I think you were right about the bedroom stuff we do. If Lonnie only knew what we did..."

I was horrified, "You didn't tell her?"

"Don't be silly, it's our secret." She stroked her chin ominously, "Unless Mistress T needs to bring anyone into our bedroom to further subjugate you."

The thought of a third person sent a secret thrill through my body. And Lonnie was hot in a 'I'd hit that once' kind of way. I played it cool, "If Mistress T wants it she gets what she wants."

She was absently tracing figure eights on my chest with her finger, "What about pegging? I've seen that on my research site. Would you really be into pegging?"

"Terry, it's not at all that I would be into it. It's that if I did want it then you're not really being a dominant. But I mean, if that's what you want buy the big rubber strap-on. I'm ok with it."

"Hmm. So just to clarify, it has to be something you DON'T want?"

Then I added, "And something YOU want."

She started questioning me, "What if I tied up your balls and 'tortured' you?"

"I'd do it."

"What if I pushed a metal rod down your urethra?"

It was my turn to learn something new and I bet my face looked shocked, "Anything for you."

Terry slapped my arm. Not like she does when she wears her costume but just like wives do to husbands all the time, "You're impossible! How am I ever going to find something sufficiently humiliating, something dominant enough, something that crosses the line from what you're willing to do, to what will make me the perfect femdom wife?"

I didn't have an answer, "It's a dilemma, dear. But you're an Analyst. And you've got your website."

A few days later I woke up to discover my penis was trapped in a little plastic cock cage. I whined, "What's this?"

"You know perfectly well what it is. And you'll wear it until I say so."

"But our games are about sex. I can't have sex with this on."

"Don't be a baby. Besides, I can still have sex with you wearing it. And when you're serving my pussy and ass you're still having sex. Just not intercourse."

"But... but I need to cum."

"Do you? How often really? And I'll take it off sometimes if you're good to me. Besides, it's true that you don't want this, right? And it's true that I want this, right?

Now put on my panties under your clothes and go to work like an obedient husband to a perfect femdom wife."

"But..." I had nothing more to say. I was beaten at my own game.

At lunch I got an anxious text, "Am I still perfect? Did I do it right? I'll drive over with the key if you say so."

I mulled it over before texting my confession back, "You're still the perfect wife. Don't bring the key. But when do you think it'll come off?"

On my drive home she replied, "A day or two. I have needs you know and your cock is the tool I need."

I figured I could easily survive a day or two.

That night after dinner she stared me down from across the table, "You know... you've never eaten me without getting something for yourself too." It was true so I nodded.

She pushed her chair away from the table loudly while assuming the femdom role, "Now get your worthless ass in the bedroom because tonight it's all about me."

I followed meekly wearing only the panties and cage. Terry lay down flat on her tummy. "Eat my pussy and make me cum all night."

This was a new position. And there was no denying that she was doing what she wanted for herself and not for me. I pushed my face deep into the crevice between her legs. It was hard to reach but I licked her real good. And when she rolled over for bed I knew for sure I would get nothing.

The next morning she woke me by not too lightly whacking me with a ruler. "Wake up."

"Yes Ma'am."

Theresa measured my dick within the cage, "Two inches! Now I can finally call you a little dicked wimp and really mean it."

"Is that what you want?" I hoped she was finally ready to get mean and nasty.

"Well, it's always nice to be honest. All the other times I called you 'little dicked' you had a big hard manly cock sticking out. Do you know how hard it is to dominate a man with a huge masculine club when really all I wanted to do was succumb to its power?"

"Well you're a great actress because you make it believable. How 'bout we take off this cage and fuck. We could even make love. It's been a while since we've had tender lovemaking."

"You've only had the cage on for a little over a day and you're already trying to weasel out of it." She was in a good mood and smiling when she said it. Then she re-thought her answer: "For that, you'll wear it for at least a week!"

I examined the cage wondering if the bulge was too obvious. "Um, aren't we going over to Lonni and Frank's tonight?"

She glared convincingly, "Make it a week and a day. And it'll be under your clothes with your new pink lace panties." I dared not argue anymore. She was right anyway.

On the drive over I asked, "Does it turn you on?"

She waited a long while before answering tentatively, "A lot of it does. Well, some. I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about the cage. It does give me a certain amount of... power. Let's see how this newfound power changes things. I'll let you know what I think in a week and a day." She seemed to drop it. Then added, "Longer if you disobey me."

The idea that I would be punished for disobedience touched something in me. Was this what I was missing?

Walking up the steps we held hands like a normal couple. But we weren't really a normal couple, were we?

Halfway through the evening Lonnie and Frank left us alone in the tv room for a bit while they prepared dessert.

This commercial came on the tv. A couple were driving along a majestic mountain road in a luxury car. When it ended we discovered the couple was two men.

I scoffed.

Talking quietly so as not to be overheard Terry asked, "What's that about? You have a problem with the gays?"

"No. But really, you just said, 'the gays'. Maybe you're the one with the problem."

She ignored me, "Why'd you snicker?"

"Cause they're always pushing it down our throats. Representation is one thing but when half the media pushes an agenda it's too much. It's not even about being gay, it's all to get certain politicians elected."

She whispered super conspiratorily, "I suppose you've never thought about gay sex? Ever wonder?"

I whispered back, "Eww. I've thought about it and I thought 'no'."

"So just to clarify: you DON'T want to be a part of any gay sex?"

I shook my head decisively, "Nope! Besides that would be cheating."

"What about two girls, another girl and us... an FFM, would that be cheating?"

"Oh, well, not in that context it wouldn't be."

She crossed her arms petulantly, "What about an MFM thing? Would that be cheating?"

I stammered and stuttered, "It's different."

"Just because you're not interested. You're a hypocrite." She smiled. But the warmth was tinged with a coldness. Also, there was some underlying and ill defined animosity I was almost missing.

"You know what you said about 'pushing it down our throats'. Well, you've just given me an idea. I bought us a new lifelike dildo and I've just come up with a NEW plan for what we're gonna do with it when we get home." She patted my crotch. "If you ever want this to come off you'll obey me all night.

Something inside me lurched in fear - or excitement, "Yes, Mistress T."

We heard the clinking of a tray as Lonnie and Frank were coming back from the kitchen. "Shhh. Don't say anything more about it. Lonnie's bi."

Lonnie was talking in that singing way people do, "Here you go, lovebirds. We made a different sort of dessert tonight. Everyone gets a flight of sweet shots. Our dessert is MORE alcohol!"

I couldn't believe Lonnie was gay, well, bi. Was that why her libido with Frank had tanked?

I drifted off mentally, staring at her lips. Had those pretty red lips sucked pussy?

Four shots later I was looking at Terry's lips the same way. They had been roommates once upon a time. Couldn't be. She would have told me. Then again, it had been four years of marriage before I confessed I wanted femdom.

We were too drunk to go when people started saying those things you say when you want to know if the party has gone on too long, "Well, we should really get going..."

"Yea, it's getting late but you're in no condition to drive and no one's won the game yet..."

So we kept playing. And drinking.

Suddenly I couldn't contain myself any longer. I looked my wife straight in the eyes, "Are you gay, Terry?" The room was frozen.

But I couldn't leave it alone. I harassed my loving wife more, right there in front of Lonnie and Frank, "Have your lips sucked pussy? Are you a carpet muncher? Am I enough for you?"

Theresa fought back tears.

Frank derailed my unwarranted attack, "Dan, you're the one with the pink lacy whale tail sticking up out of your pants all night. What the hell's that about?" I pushed my panties back down the back of my pants frantically.

Mistress T fingered the tiny key she wore like a charm on her bracelet. The key that was my cock's freedom. "Go ahead Danniella. Tell 'em. Spill everything."

My mouth opened though nothing came out. She'd never called me 'Danniella' before. This was brand new. And to premier it in front of other people was just too much.

Mistress mouthed one word silently: "Obey."

I wanted to obey. I needed to obey. It fulfilled a need in me and energized my twisted lust. "We have a... at home... in the bedroom only... we have a femdom thing we do sometimes." There! I'd said it.

Grinning, Frank tugged on the part of my panty that was still showing, "I don't think it's only at home. Is it?"

He was right. I'd only just realized it was no longer confined to the bedroom. I hung my head in shame while my dick tried with futility to get hard.

Lonnie was steaming and sneering, "How often is it, Danniella? It's not just sometimes. It's everyday isn't it?"

Had Terry told her, or did she figure it out?

I weighed my words carefully and did a little math, admitting the truth, "It's everyday." All I could do was stare at the candle on the table to keep from making any eye contact. I was mortified. Yet freed. My secret was no longer oppressing me.

Lonnie kept pressing, "Just what does that mean, Danniella? What do you do in your bedroom? What was your plan for tonight when you got home?"

I looked from face to expectant face and told them the naked truth, "I was going to kneel on the floor while Mistress shoved a dildo down my throat." I didn't think to mention that we'd never done anything like that before. I failed to explain that we normally just ate pussy - and a little ass. All totally straight activities.

Frank almost shouted, "He's gayer than you are, Lonnie!"

Lonnie shot back angrily, "You're the one getting faggots to suck his cock in the forest preserve. You know it's still gay even if you're the one getting the blowjob!"

Frank jumped to his feet, "It IS NOT gay. And you're not gay either if you want to get technical, so why don't you love me enough to blow me? Danny's the only gay one here."

Then he looked at Terry. He and I both looked at her as he finished his thought, "Unless..?"

Lonnie laughed, "Theresa's the only straight one here. Just why she adores her cocksucker husband so much is a mystery."

By now Terry had composed herself and was no longer choking back tears. She spoke quietly and intentionally, "Lonnie and I never did anything in college. Though I was totally aware that she wanted to."