First Time Pt 02

She broke away with a smile, and walked over to the couch to sit. He stood there, still bewildered and entranced, watching. She shimmied her hips, bending at the waist provocatively. He watched, transfixed as she stepped out of her panties and tossed them aside before taking a seat on the corner of the couch...where he normally sat. "Now..... have you been good?" She asked the question clearly....but something was different. Her tone, the way her voice rang....seemed different than before. It melted him, and he nodded eagerly. "Good....then come here and kneel." He did not think, he simply listened and obeyed, eyes locked with hers as she stared him down. Her heart thudded in her chest as she watched him lower himself slowly to his knees before her. "Take off my shoes," she ordered, her voice stern but soft as she offered up a foot delicately.

She watched as he slowly removed the high-heel from her left foot, setting it aside gently and rubbing the arch before moving onto the next. When the right heel was removed and her arch had been equally massaged she pulled her ankle from his grasp and lifted his chin with her toes. "Now dear husband...." She set her foot down and leaned back against the corner of the couch, spreading her legs invitingly to him. "If you were good then it is only fair you be rewarded, don't you agree?". He nodded enthusiastically. His breath was ragged, his shoulders rose and fell rapidly and his eyes were locked to that point between her thighs. She felt herself moisten at the sight of his excitement. She reclined a bit more and lifted her dress above her hips. "Stand and strip," she ordered. He wasted no time, shedding his shirt and kicking out of his jeans comically fast. "Good, now kneel again.". He knelt and looked at her expectantly.

She smiled at him and curled her finger at him to come to her. He did not hesitate, nearly lunging towards her. She stopped him coldly with a foot on his shoulder. "Ah ah ah, little subby," she said teasingly. "Slowly, gently, approach your Domina, but do not touch.". She removed her foot from his shoulder and reclined even further still, such that her hips were on the edge of the couch, her wet cunt only inches from her kneeling husbands face. Grinning at him, she spread her own folds apart with one hand and stroked herself, letting her eyes roll back slightly at the sensation. "You have not earned the right to taste me until you've heard exactly what I have done....". To her surprise and amusement, he whimpered quietly. Rocking herself upright she gripped his hair, tilting his face up towards her and staring directly into his eyes. Her foot moved between his legs, putting pressure against the chastity-cage that constrained his aching cock. "Actually, I have a better idea. Go upstairs to the bedroom and wait for me. I will be up shortly." She pressed her forefoot more firmly against his groin, then kicked him lightly, causing him to wince and nod.

"Yes Domina, yes Domina." He rose and turned towards the stairs. She playfully swatted his ass as he walked away. When he was out of sight and earshot she breathed out heavily. She was only slightly less flustered than he was and was amazed she'd managed to hold it together so long. This whole evening had been such.....such an event. She was beginning to feel the emotional exhaustion creep in, but the peak of the evening...the crescendo to which all of this had been building was yet to come....and she knew it. She stood up and shimmied her dress back down below her hips, then took out her phone. Opening her camera, she opened the last of the photos her bull had taken.....then locked the screen and headed upstairs.

When she reached the bedroom the door was closed but not latched, hanging open slightly. She pushed it open slowly to see her husband sitting naked on the bed, eyes wide and staring at her the moment she stepped across the threshold. She stopped just inside the room, leaning seductively against the door frame and returning his gaze. He started to move towards her but she held up her hand. "Stop," she commanded, and he froze. She gestured towards the television that hung on the wall across from the bed, then to the floor. "Turn on the TV, and then kneel at the foot of the bed.". Again he rushed to obey. She could not help but be amused at how quickly he listened.....how easily he followed her words. The television on, he knelt at the foot of the bed and waited. She stepped up to him, standing over him and caressing his hair gently, fondling his groin with her foot before she left him before walking to her side of the bed and taking a dildo from the drawer of her bedside table. She rolled onto the bed and situated herself, pulling her dress up above her hips once more and getting comfortable, propping pillows behind her so she could look directly over his head at the TV. He twisted his neck to see her, eyes as wide as ever but he stayed where she'd told him.

"Now my little subby....would you like to see what your slutty Domina has done....?". She rubbed the tip of the dildo against her bared pussy where he could see from the corner of his eye.

"Yes Domina, yes Domina please...." his voice quiet and desperate.

She grinned. "Very well then," the screen flashed she began syncing her phone to the TV. "Put both hands behind your head where I can see them first," she ordered before any image displayed. "We don't need you touching that little cock of yours until I say." He raised his hands and clasped them behind his head as she requested. "Good boy...." she mocked. "Now.....let the show begin."

She rubbed the dildo slowly over her entrance when the first image appeared on the screen, listening as her husband moaned and breathed heavily at the sight. It was the last photo her bull had taken for her.....laid back on the hotel bed after their session. She had to admit the young man had an eye for good camera angles. He'd taken a few moments to position her before snapping the shot and made sure to secure it from 45 degrees up so she was entirely visible. Her legs were held apart by her hands around her own knees, her breast pushed upwards to accentuate her hourglass figure. Most importantly though, for this shot.....her pussy was soaked through, centered in the frame and stretched open from the fun they'd had only moments before, with the white nectar of her bull leaking down across her ass. She took a deep breath as she slid the dildo inside her, recalling in fantasy the moment.

A moan brought her back to reality and she looked down to see her husbands hands were gone. "Hands off cucky," She tapped the back of his head with her foot and his hands quickly returned. She grinned. The image was having precisely the effect she had hoped for, driving her husband absolutely mad. It was a psychological shot, and she knew it. "What's wrong baby?" she teased, rubbing his hands with her toes. "Don't you like seeing your wife like this?" He only groaned in response but she felt the bed move slightly where he leaned against it hard as he thrust his hips involuntarily. "I'll tell you baby he was soooo biiig...." She drew out the words, enunciating every syllable. "The way he pumped in and out of me......the way his cock pulsed as he pumped me full of cum....".

A whimper from the foot of the bed.... "..please domina please......" She smiled to herself and gently nudged his head forward again.

"Please what cuck? Please what?"

"Please..... please let me cum domina...."

She laughed audibly. "Oh no, you don't get to cum yet. We've only just begun.". She flicked the next photo on her phone. She felt his back press to the bed as his hips bucked again. On the screen before him was his wife, staring into the mirror on all fours with another man behind her. "As you can see, I decided to put him in charge of photography for the evening.....". The man held her phone in one hand, strategically placed over his face while the other hand was wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back. She was not looking in the mirror. She was not looking at anything. Her neck was bared, her back arched, her teeth bit her bottom lip. She was the picture of lust...desire...and passion. She was the picture of a woman solely focused on getting fucked.

His cock strained in his cage, leaking precum as he thrust against his will. He did not realize he was groaning, whining, making all manner of undignified noises as he took in every pixel, every color, square millimeter of the images she showed him. Occasionally his hands would seek to drift downwards and he would be met with a swift nudge to the back of his head to remind him of his place. He ached, he had never been so aroused in his life. He yearned for release and she knew it by his pleading. Finally, the screen went dark.

He blinked twice. He did not realize just how long he'd been staring. He didn't know how long he'd been here, only that a stream of sticky fluid now puddled between his legs. The bed creaked and moved as his wife stepped off and moved in front of him. She stood over him and grabbed his hands and hair in one fist, yanking his head back and forcing him to look up at her. He'd never seen, never imagined her like this. Her eyes were wild, fiery, and terrifyingly assured of themselves as her other hand took a dildo and shoved it into his mouth. He did not resist, but opened his mouth willingly and took it as deep as she pushed until he gagged, eyes locked with hers.

"Taste that cucky?" she asked as she moved the silicone cock in and out of his mouth. A sweet, slightly salty flavor filled his mouth and he moaned. He nodded, managing a muffled 'mmhmm'. "That's how wet he made me. That's what your wife's cunt thought about a real cock pumping me full of cum." She moved the dildo in and out of his mouth faster, holding tight to his hair so he could not move and shoving her foot up against his cage. He thrust his hips desperately. "I'm going to release you, but only on one condition. Do you accept?" He nodded assent and she took the dildo away, setting it on the bed and setting to work unlocking his cage. Once removed she ossed it aside, then stood again and grabbed the dildo. Before he could speak or protest she pushed it against his lips once more, grabbing his hair so he could not resist even if he had wanted to. Sinking to her knees, she pushed the dildo as deep into his mouth as he could take it and with her other hand grabbed his cock.

"Now, little subby..." she began, stroking his dick slowly as it hardened. "While you kneel here with your balls in my hand and a cock in your mouth..." she continued, her tone growing more menacing as her strokes increased in pace. "I want you to know that I begged for his cock....". He thrust his hips, trying to time his thrusts with her strokes as she picked up speed. "I want you to know that I tasted his cum, and I cannot wait to feel his cock in my throat and to taste it again.". He lost all control. Spurts of white fluid oozed, then jetted out of his cock as she pumped him madly, smiling broadly as she stroked him without relent. An eternity of ecstasy went by before it was done and he nearly collapsed on himself such that she had to help keep him stay upright. Setting their toys aside, she smiled at him as he knelt there, breathing heavily. Her hand was covered in semen and she raised his chin with her finger to make sure he'd see as she licked it seductively from her hands.

"Good boy....my subby...." she said when she was done. She stood up, then helped him rise on stiff legs. They did not shower, at least not at first. Instead she guided him to the bed and pushed him back onto it, then curled up beside him. She listened to his breathing and stroked his hair.

"Thank you...." he whispered tiredly. "I love you.....".

"I love you too, my beautiful, wonderful, submissive slut of a husband.", she said with a grin. She laid her head back....

And they slept.