My First Foray Into Femdom

It took me some time to open up to my wife about my sexual fantasies. Like many people, I think I was nervous about the reaction I might get. I remember the point at which things changed. We had been married for just over a year and had taken a city break to Barcelona. The beauty and atmosphere of the city, lubricated with copious glasses of Sangria led to some of the best sex we had had. In turn, it led me to confide some of my deepest fantasies that I never expected to pass on.

My wife and I were both in our late twenties at this point. We were both in good shape -- my wife Katie had an incredible physique and, while she always dressed modestly, she never failed to wow me when slipping into whatever lingerie I had purchased for her. She had small but pert B cup breasts, a toned flat stomach, and large but toned bum and thighs. Her skin was clear and lightly tanned, and she had large inner labia that she was shy about, but which really turned me on. Her mother was born in Ukraine, and she used to say that her toned body was her inheritance.

Up until this point I would have described our sex life as good, but vanilla. In honesty, I wasn't feeling fully fulfilled. My desire was to be dominated by my wife. Specifically, I fantasised about being made to clean up a cream-pie while she sat on my face. It was this fantasy that I disclosed on our hot, drunk Barcelona night.

A few weeks past by over the course of which our conversation had faded. Then, exactly a we before our two week anniversary, Katie made a cryptic statement to me while we were watching TV in the evening. 'I want to do something special for you as part of our anniversary' she said. 'I promise you're going to love it, but I'm not going to give you any more details for now'. Then she added 'but I have on ask. We can't have sex between now and our anniversary night. And you're not allowed to cum, even through pleasuring yourself in the shower'. I flushed red at this point...did she know I did that? I made a confused look, which she countered with a look that told me there wasn't even any point pretending otherwise. So of course I agreed, and spent the next week agonising over what she might have in store.

By the time the day of our anniversary arrived I was more horny than I had ever experienced in our relationship. Day dreams of what might be to come had left me with a near constant semi, and sleep had become more and more difficult with the adrenaline and erections resulting from my night time fantasising. I spent the day at work counting down the minutes until the ache that had developed in my swollen balls could be released.

After a normal dinner and evening routine, Katie coyly suggested that we have an early night. I was in absolutely in no state to disagree, and so we went upstairs to begin our evening routine. I had a shower first and made a point of freshly saving my cock and balls in anticipation of what was to come. After leaving the bathroom, Katie went in clutching a bag that I couldn't quite make out and with a sultry smile, locked the door behind her.

I waited for what felt like an eternity for her to shower, and then ready herself before she emerged. During this time, my penis was hard and throbbing at the anticipation of what may be to come, to the point that I worried if I eve stroked it a little I might explode.

Finally I heard the familiar noise of the bathroom door unlocking before Katie emerged. And what a sight she was. Katie was wearing a black lace bodysuit, which I could tell had an open crotch design and a thong-behind. This was pared with a pair of black patent stripper heels and black-painted pedicured toes. Along with some dark eye make-up, Katie looked unbelievable.

I went to get up from the bed, but Katie beckoned me to stay laying down. Then she produced what looked like a tangle of black cable, and transpired to be two black leather restraints. This shocked me -- I would never have imagined Katie as even knowing what these were, let alone buying and using them.

'You'll have to bear with me' she said, 'I've never used these before' at which she leaned over me, attaching the restraints to my arms and then the bed frame. As she bent close to me I could smell her sweet perfume and had an urge to jump down and taste her beautiful exposed pussy lips, but it was clear I was now under her control.

Once restrained she motioned me to spread my legs, before kneeling between them, right in front of my bobbing and leaking penis. She looked down at it with a smile...'someone's excited' she smiled, cupping my balls gently in her hands. The feeling of this alone nearly sent me over the edge. Then she slowly bent her head towards mine, whispering in my ear 'I'm wet...how would you like to make love to me?'. At that, she manoeuvred herself on top of me, lifting my penis to her warm, moist labia. After a moment, she eased me into her with a soft squeak, and began a gentle motion back and forth.

This was just too much for me -- almost as soon as I was inside her I felt my orgasm approaching, and in minutes it arrived, with spasm after spasm spewing hot sticky semen deep into Katie's vagina. The intensity was like nothing I had experienced, but before I had chance to savour the moment, Katie had suddenly moved forward off my penis, cupping her hand over her vagina as she did so, before placing herself directly over my face and removing her hand.

This caught me completely by surprise as almost instantly I found I was struggling to catch my breath as my own warm semen seeped back out of her into my mouth and over my nose. I looked up at Katie, who had her eyes closed, and was clearly now approaching her own climax. I had moments to catch my breath as she thrusted and ground herself into my face, before her whimpers and quivering thigh muscles signalled the arrival of her own orgasm, accompanied by a new torrent of cum from her vagina onto my face.

As Katie's orgasm subsided, she sank down on top of me, before laying next to me and my still-bound arms. 'That was lovely ' she whispered. As for me, I still hadn't quite processed what had happened. As I breathed, I sensed the smell of my own cum, which had by now completely coated my face. Meanwhile my penis, having been drained of its week's worth of cum, was once again rock hard at the experience of being smothered by Katie. Katie took a moment to freshen up and get into her nightie before untying my arm restraints. I went to bed that night feeling more satisfied, but also aroused, than I have done in a long time.