Marrying Into Femdom Culture Ch 08

My buttocks glowed red as they spread around the dildo stuck up my ass. The spanking had been brutal. I suppose I can't really leave that part out of my story...

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The fury in her voice shocked me since we were just pretending. Even though it was in payment for a fictional infraction, Vik never broke character. To her, it seemed my crime was real. She took me over her knee, produced a wooden paddle from under her bed, and brought it down hard on my upturned ass. In response to the indignant look I shot her, she spat back with rage, "You're not sorry. I can see that. But you will be." I had just enough time to think 'how could I be sorry for an imagined betrayal' when the next blow fell.

When my butt was sufficiently pinked for her, she stuffed a dildo into my butthole. Bent over her knee, my face still wet with tears, she patiently worked that rubber cock in and out of my anus until I surprised myself by becoming aroused, arching my back and pushing up into her thrusts. What kind of deviant was she turning me into?Then she stopped abruptly, saying "that's enough for now," before marching me down to the basement.

Tied down to a bench on my back, she asked me if I was sorry. I said I was, but apparently still not to her satisfaction. "You don't deserve to taste my perfect pussy yet," Vik declared as she strapped a double-ended dildo to my head and mounted me.

With four inches of plastic dick in my mouth, I got a close-up of her glistening sex as she slid herself down the toy. It was alarming how wet she was. I felt a tinge of anger that she was enjoying my punishment so much. But then I felt like a hypocrite when she pulled my cage off and my cock immediately filled with blood and pointed up at her lewdly. I could be angry and still be turned on by it, right? Maybe the same thing was happening to her?

"So this is what was so important?!" she mocked, flicking my erection with a finger, "This is what you disobeyed me for, you just had to play with it?" From Vik's ranting I gathered that in this fantasy I had apparently tried to break out of the cock cage to masterbate and then in desperation I had resorted to riding a sex toy in my bum while holding a vibrator behind my balls to take my stolen orgasm. This seemed far fetched to me, but I didn't really want to consider what I might do if denied an orgasm for a prolonged period, especially if there was teasing and edging involved.

"Don't worry, slut. No one develops perfect discipline overnight. You just need training. I'll help you refocus on what's important."

With that, she popped open this big plastic container and slid it over my erection. It was filled with cold goop, maybe the consistency of pudding. My erection instantly started wilting. A little strap around my waist kept the thing from falling off my penis.

I wondered what this new torture would entail, but it was hard to focus. I was mesmerized by a perfect view of her asshole clenching and unclenching as she rode herself to orgasm on my face dildo while she faced my encased sex.

After maybe fifteen minutes and a second orgasm for her, she dismounted and removed the plastic goop container from my crotch. She carefully removed all traces of it with a warm, damp cloth. My dick felt weird. Not numb exactly. But much less sensitive than usual. And it lay against my belly, completely limp despite her manipulating it as she cleaned me.

When she was done, she could see the urgent curiosity in my eyes, the questions I was unable to voice with my mouth full of plastic cock. She smiled and kissed my forehead. "I'll explain in a moment, baby. First let's get you repositioned."

Quickly I was untied from the bench and bound again to a St. Andrew's cross, standing facing away from her with my wrists and ankles bound to the points of the X. The dildo, still wet with her pussy juice, bobbed ridiculously from my lips, but she made no move to remove it. She placed a step behind me to fix our height difference when she stepped on it and pressed her erect nipples into my back. She stroked my cock gently a few times before letting it drop back between my legs. Her touch felt good, but it was more than a little alarming that my dick didn't even twitch with any sign of an erection. I felt the stiff rubber of a strap-on rub against my butt cheeks as she pulled my hair back with one hand and whispered in my ear.

"A special product unavailable outside of Algoria. Keeps naughty boys limp and unable to cum without EXTENSIVE anal stimulation..." she informed me with satisfaction and amusement in her voice. Vik paused to observe the emotions playing across my eyes. Shock, worry, rage, back to worry again. The fucking bitch. How dare she? How long would this last? I felt violated, like she'd fucked a part of me that was even more vulnerable than my puckered asshole. I yelled something like 'what the fuck?!' but it was indecipherable with the dildo still gagging my mouth.

No more information was forthcoming from her as she quickly greased my hole and her cock and entered me from behind. She started fucking me lazily. Long, slow thrusts up my back door, my limp cock swaying forgotten between my legs as she filled me repeatedly. Somehow this was even more emasculating than being sodomized with my cock caged. How could she not discuss this with me first? I knew this was a punishment, but it seemed so cruel. And she kept me tied and gagged when she told me, though I don't know what I would have done or said if these had been removed.

As my sphincter became loose and accepting of her thrusts, the ass fucking started to feel good. Vik seemed to learn something about my body every time we fucked. She kept her strokes slow and adjusted her angle to press more directly against the cum button in my rear.

I felt real horror as I felt an orgasm starting to build inside my fuck hole. I'd be damned if I let her make me cum like this. But my body was on her side. It betrayed me as it subtly arched my back when she pulled back until her cock head threatened to exit my tunnel and pushed my hips back at the end of a thrust. My mind actively ran to identify and stop these disclosures, but they seemed to leak past my defenses and become more and more obvious as she fucked me.

My ass was getting spanked. She would slap me with one hand or the other as she sodomized me, and sometimes her thrusts would become forceful enough to make a slapping sound as her pelvis smacked into my buttocks. My butt cheeks felt hot from the abuse.

Suddenly, right when I was getting close to orgasm, she pulled out completely. She knelt down behind me and spread my cheeks with both hands. My cheeks flushed with shame as I knew she was watching my slutty, gaping ass pussy, clenching on air, desperately searching for her cock. Her hand gripped my dick at the base and wiggled it back and forth like a garden hose. I was horny as hell, but my flaccid cock showed no signs of it.

She stood back up and laughed aloud when my back arched and my ass thrust back at her. I looked over my shoulder at her with real hate. She met my gaze with an expression that seemed pleased with the feelings she'd managed to incite in me.

"Good boy, Lee. We're making real progress here. I see you struggling with different emotions: fear, anger, rebellion, lust. But I don't see the right one yet."

Vik slowly stepped over to the coiled whip hanging on the wall, making sure I could see her take it down. She ran the tightly wrapped leather across my soft buttocks and softly said, "I'll help you find it. I'll help you find your submission." As a chill ran down my spine, I realized I'd never been truly afraid during any of our previous bondage games. I hadn't felt emotions this unfiltered since childhood. Maybe I should...

*Crack!*

The first stroke across my back erased all thought from my mind. Just white out. I was dimly aware of her moving behind me, picking her next target when her whip fell again.

*Crack!*

She moved slowly and patiently, decorating my pale skin with red lines from the tops of my thighs to the tops of my shoulders. She listed to the noises produced by my gagged throat. Slowing down when my breathing became too rapid. Speeding up as my cries changed from shocked and angry to whimpering submission.

A firm tug on my hair made me open my eyes again. She searched my bloodshot, teary eyes. I looked back at her, raw and bare, not trying to modify in any way whatever emotions might be leaking out.

She unfastened the strap around my head and pulled the dildo out of my mouth. My jaw felt sore, and my throat was raw from screaming. My eyes were unfocused, thinking of nothing besides being happy to have an unfilled mouth again.

She grasped my cheeks in one hand and made me look at her. Her face was severe and searching. "Do you have anything to say, Lee?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. God, I'm so sorry!" Fresh tears came to my eyes. I was not acting. I was truly repentant, not even remembering in the moment that my crime was fictional. I just wanted her forgiveness and approval more than anything.

"It's alright, darling." Her voice was gravelly, laden with feeling. She cradled my chin in her hand and rested her forehead against mine. When she moved back behind me, I lifted my ass in offering for her. Not because I wanted to get fucked right then, but just because I wanted to please her. When her strap-on cock slid back inside my rectum, it felt like acceptance.

After just a few strokes, she pulled out and untied me, telling me to get on the floor on my hands and knees. She squatted behind me, keeping her feet as she pushed back inside me like a dog. "Fuck yourself, baby. Fuck that ass for me." And I did. I pushed back on her and gave her dick a good fucking. Before I got close to orgasm, she pulled out and walked around in front of me. Her bare feet and painted toes were just inches from my face. I didn't dare look up.

"Kiss my feet, Lee." As I laid kisses on her toes, she praised me, "good boy. That's my good boy. You're doing very well, sweetheart, you've made me proud. We should be done with your punishment by tomorrow night. Now go upstairs and cook me some breakfast. I want to eat something before we leave for my friend's collaring ceremony tonight. No clothing or food for you. Go now."

I started crawling towards the door. She smiled. "You can walk."

I knew it wasn't right, but I actually felt gratitude at being allowed to walk on two legs. I hurried back upstairs to complete my assigned task. It felt surreal walking through a still foreign home, butt naked. I felt wet between my cheeks from the lube and between my thighs from the precum that had leaked out of my limp penis while she'd fucked me. It didn't help when I caught sight of myself in the hallway mirror. My bottom was uniformly red, worse than any sunburn I'd ever had. Maybe a dozen lines inked in a deeper red criss-crossed my backside on top, though I was surprised that none of them had broken the skin. Was that me? Was this really happening? Would things get any more intense than this?

Vik came into the kitchen while I was finishing the cooking. She was fully dressed, which made my nakedness seem suddenly more humbling. She sat herself down at the dining table, after moving the chair next to her away from the table up against the wall. I wondered if that chair was meant for me, like I wasn't worthy of sitting at the table with her.

When I served her a plate, she smiled up at me as sweet and loving as she'd ever been. "It smells wonderful, Lee. Good boy!" I smiled, half smirking in sarcasm I told myself, but half truly basking in her praise. My smile faded as I thought about it a bit more and wondered if it didn't mean I was weak for smiling so soon after being whipped.

I was hungry, but she had said no food for me, so I was about to sit at the isolated chair she'd moved against the wall when another edict was issued, "Lee, bring me one of the pillows from the sofa in the living room."

When I brought it to her, she tossed it on the floor under the table and just to her right. I stared at her straight-faced and she smiled at me patronizingly. "Kneel down, darling. The pillow is for your knees."

I swallowed my saliva and my pride and got down on my knees under the table. At this point, I was pretty sure I still had lines that I wouldn't cross, things that I wouldn't do just because she told me to, but none came to mind, and I didn't want to think about that.

I sat back on my heels, ducking to avoid banging my head on the underside of the table. My limp dick sat patiently in my lap. I couldn't see Vik's face from here. I just sat there listening to her eat. Suddenly her hand came under the table with a little piece of bacon in it. As I reached out to take it, she added, "Keep your hands on your thighs. Mouth only."

'It's just a game,' I told myself, 'don't overthink it. Just do what she wants.' Despite my attempts to reassure myself, a little whimper of humiliation escaped me as I bent forward and took the bacon from her hand with my lips. It tasted good, making me realize how hungry I was.

I eagerly awaited another piece, but her hand didn't immediately reappear. 'Is that it?' I wondered. 'Is that all the food she'll allow me? Or...does she want something from me?' I waited another minutes and then decided 'fuck it.' I pressed my cheek against her knee and nuzzled her inner thigh, silently begging for more.

Vik leaned back to get a look at me. With a shit-eating grin on her face, she reached for something on the table and brought another piece of bacon to my lips. I gobbled it up from her fingers.

A few more hand-fed morsels later, she patted my head and dismissed me to clean up the dishes. I crawled out from under the table and shot her a questioning look as I gathered the empty plates. She looked radiant with her smile beaming back at me. The sight definitely would have given me a hard-on had I been physically capable of getting erect.

After the kitchen was clean, she told me to go stick my nose in the corner of the living room and wait for her. "Spread your legs more and stick your ass out a little," she ordered once in position. Then she left the room.

With nothing but painted drywall in front of my face, my thoughts had time to wander. Vik seemed to be enjoying herself. I thought about her crying just a few hours earlier, afraid that I would be shocked, afraid that I would leave her. Maybe she had good reason. She seemed so happy dominating me now that I couldn't help but wonder if this was her true nature. But she had said that she would show me what she would be like 'on her bitchiest day.'

The sound of movement behind me pulled me from my reverie.

"Come here!" she commanded. I turned to find her sitting on the couch, bunching up her skirt and sliding her panties off. On the ground before her, a bright red jelly dildo was suction-cupped to the floor. It looked over a foot long, but I figured the inches near the floor didn't really count since even the most flexible sub wouldn't be able to slide themselves down that far. I stepped over to her and waited for further instruction.

"Well?" she arched an eyebrow, as if to say 'do I really need to spell this out for you?'

Five minutes later, I was on my knees with the rubber cock head stuffed up my ass, licking her twat like an ice cream cone. Normally she made intense eye contact when I went down on her, connecting us and deepening our intimacy. But this time, she was reading something on her phone. She would give little prompts, "faster" or "lower down," but in an uninterested voice, like she was getting her shoes shined. She was so cold that I started to doubt my technique, though she was definitely getting wet.

Finally, she showed a little desire, sliding a hand between her legs to grip my hair tightly and guide my face where she wanted. At the same time, she moved her heels off the couch and rested them on my shoulders. The additional weight overwhelmed my already tiring quads, and another inch of silicone dick slid inside me.

"Mmmrrrrchhh" I moaned into her pussy.

She allowed herself a satisfied groan as well. "Mmmmm, good boy. Now try to keep quiet, I need to make a call." And with that she brought her phone to her ear and leaned back against the couch back while maintaining a firm grip on my hair to keep my face pressed against her vulva.

"Hey it's me," she said, giving me no clues as to who she was calling. In my shock at this new development, my tongue had gone still. A sharp tug on my hair, sharp enough to make my eyes water, encouraged me to get it moving again.

"Mmm hmmm. Yeah. Things are going very well." I tried to piece things together from only her side of the conversation, though I was distracted by her pushing and pulling my face all over her cunt evermore insistently. She was starting to build a rhythm. She would pull me into her clit while slightly tipping her pelvis back, bringing her knees closer to her face, then she would push her feet down on my shoulders to hump upwards while simultaneously pushing my head down. This motion allowed her to slide my face up and down her slit at a rhythm of her choosing.

At the same time, I was getting fucked in the ass by the floor dildo. Every time she leaned back and pulled me up, an inch or two of cherry red dong would slip from my clutching asshole before being shoved back in when her feet pushed down on the next stroke.

I felt like a sex toy, like an inanimate object being used for her pleasure and the pleasure of the floor. In that moment, I felt like the floor cock had more dignity than me. It hurt, but it also pushed me hard into subspace. I felt myself getting aroused at the rough treatment. My shoulders seemed to be giving less resistance when she pushed me down. With each thrust, my butthole began to welcome that dildo back like an old friend when it slid inside me.

At some point, I had stopped listening to Vik's conversation and had apparently started moaning. A sting in my scalp with enough pressure to pull my head off of her brought me back to the present. My glazed eyes refocused and took in the image of Vik's angry face as she held her phone to her chest to cover the microphone.

"Lee?! What the fuck?!" she whispered, "I'm trying to have a conversation here. If you make any more noise, I'm going to spank that ass so red that you won't be able to sit down tonight, ok?"

"Sss...sorry Vik."

She gave me a look like I should've known better before gently guiding my mouth back to her slit.

"Sorry about that, where were we? Oh no, it's nothing. But I think I'll need most of the day tomorrow. What time tomorrow night are you coming back?"

Oh my god. Was she talking to her mother?! As this epiphany hit me, her hand started pushing my head lower. I pushed my tongue deep inside her tunnel, trying to please her. But she kept pushing me lower. I could barely reach her vagina at this point so I licked her perineum. But she pushed even lower, until it became completely obvious what she wanted.

Her fingertips on my scalp held me there but didn't press, didn't pull me into her ass. She just kept me in position and idly waited.

"Hahahaha." Her mother must have made a joke.

'God, this is fucked up,' was the last thought that went through my head before I stuck my tongue out and started lapping at her asshole like a kitten at a saucer. As I rimmed her anus, my own sphincter gave up completely. My body let my thigh muscles relax and accepted all the cock the floor had to give me, until my butt cheeks rested on my heels.

Vik ran her fingers through my hair, all loving caresses now. She finished her phone call quickly to free up her other hand, which was promptly assigned the job of frigging her clit.

"Good boy Lee, good fucking boy, lick my ass baby, mmmm just like that. Does my dick feel good in your ass, bitch? Your ass pussy must be so stretched out right now. So different from my tight asshole. Mmmmm. I bet you can't even penetrate my ass with your little tongue. Try it baby, mmmm fuck, try to tongue-fuck my back door."