Ava and Ole: The Real Vows 01

The dusky evening sun slowly descended over the city, casting a warm embrace over the honeymoon suite. In the grandeur of their sanctuary, Ava and Ole found themselves after an intense wedding day. It was a small wedding with their families and friends. It was the perfect day with an early end to have the evening and especially their wedding night to themselves.

Ava, with her long, cascading locks of chestnut hair and oceanic pools of sapphire blue eyes, exuded the essence of femininity. Her lithe form with her full breasts was still adorned in her simple but elegant wedding dress, draping her like a second skin; a tasteful teaser that left much to the imagination. The 30-year-old gazed at her newlywed husband. Ole, 32 years old, muscular built, blond hair, sunny-boy looks with a great smile.

"I want us to explore something deeper," she stated matter-of-factly.

Ava took a step closer towards him, her voice hushed yet commanding. "It's time we take our relationship to another level since we are married now."

Ole stared at her, the muscles in his strong jaw clenching slightly. His eyes flicked down towards the crimson red carpet beneath them before meeting Ava's steady gaze once again. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

"I want a more intense female-led relationship with formal rules and corporal punishment, not just for fun, but as a part of our everyday life. I don't want to merely experiment with power dynamics, I want us to fully commit to our roles," Ava explained calmly but firmly. "The only way I can see that happening is if you agree to submit to me completely."

Ole furrowed his brow, a frown creasing his forehead. In their relationship of three years Ava had always been the decision maker. She told him what to do and he did it. It just felt natural to both. Ava said she prefers only receiving oral sex and not giving since she felt his cock in her mouth degrading, and he simply agreed. He liked her sucking his dick, but her word always was final. She told him to prepare dinner more often and what to cook, and he joined online cooking classes to become a better chef. She told him when she preferred him to stay home with her and he cancelled an evening with his friends. She told him to clean the house and do the laundry while she went out with her friends, and he made sure the house was sparkling and waited for her when she came home at 3am. That night she gave him a deep kiss and thanked him for being such a good and obedient boyfriend. That was the first time she used that word. It made him somehow proud. She became more and more demanding, and he loved her and wanted to make her happy. She loved massages and especially foot massages while being on the phone with her girlfriends. She was usually lounging on the couch while he was kneeling and massaging her feet. One day he felt like kissing her feet and so he did. Ava looked at him and gave him an approving smile. From then on, he regularly kissed her feet. About two years back, she was on the phone with her best friend Anna, and she just causally signaled him with her left hand to eat her pussy. He first thought it was strange, but from then on it became a routine with him going down on her while she was on the phone or reading. He knew to build her up slowly and quietly and when he should go faster. Sometimes she squeezed her thighs tightly on his ears when she wanted to have a private conversation.

"Are you sure about this, Ava?" he asked, his voice betraying the unease that rippled through him. He glanced out the window, his gaze tracing the outline of the cityscape that shimmered beneath the hazy twilight. "I love you, Ava," he said softly, "but I'm afraid I'm not ready for such a drastic change. What we have now feels right. Don't you think?"

Ava cocked her head to one side, studying his face carefully. "You know how stubborn I am," she murmured, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. "I've never been able to settle for anything less than what I truly desire." Her tone was firm, almost challenging. "We already started this lifestyle and now we should take it further. I won't settle for anything less," Ava asserted, her voice vibrating with determination. "This isn't about breaking what we have but enriching it further. It's about opening up a whole new world of possibilities between us."

She was stubborn, that was true. She did not give up: not in her private, professional or sport life. She got her toned body from her years of kickboxing. But also, when she settled her mind on learning data science, she got her degree in an after-work course after only two years. Even though she was already a trained psychologist and just started working in a renown practice. But what Ole loved most, was her tenderness. Even when they had their conflicts and her stern look and voice could be quite scary, she was always warm and forgiving afterwards.

Ole was a professor for human resource management at the local college and liked to run and work-out. He was a great guy and they both would never rate themselves in a point system, but outsiders would say he was very lucky to have gotten such an amazing girlfriend and now wife. Ava loved Ole's caring character and his humour. He was a good-looking, loyal guy who naturally put her and everything she wanted first. If she got a job in another country tomorrow, he would have followed her and settle for any job just to be with her. He loved her from the bottom of his heart. She loved him deeply too, but she was the more independent one.

Ole sighed heavily, a troubled expression clouding his features. "But, Ava, I don't think I--"

Ava cut in, placing her delicate fingers upon his lips to silence him. "Just trust and obey me as you already do!" with her soft, mesmerizing voice that had a hint of authority. Her eyes held a glint of mischief, a spark that burned brighter as she awaited his response.

Ole exhaled deeply, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage like a hammer on anvils. He knew Ava was relentless when she desired something, and he couldn't help but admire her determination. If he were honest with himself, he knew that he too wanted to feel the thrill of deeper surrender, the intoxicating rush of complete submission.

Ava pulled Ole close, pressing herself against him. Their bodies melded together seamlessly, creating a heat that seemed to intensify with each breath they shared. "So, tell me, my dear," she continued, running her fingers along his toned arm, and admiring the muscle that lay beneath the fabric of his shirt, "what exactly do you imagine our new arrangement might entail?"

Ole hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the fantasies and thoughts that bubbled within him. He swallowed hard, licking his dry lips in anticipation. "Well, it's kinda like... I guess I picture you being in charge, and I follow you. You command and I obey?"

"That would be nothing new. What do you think will be different?"

"Well... you probably will be more demanding and stricter. You never punished me before... but that would probably change. Will it?"

Ava arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes and without answering his question, she countered "And how does this make you feel?"

Ole blushed, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Uh, I suppose it feels scary and comforting at the same time," he stammered, swallowing thickly."

Ava smirked, her hand sliding under his shirt and caressing his bare chest. "I want you to feel the bliss of submitting to me wholly, without reservation." Ava's voice was low and seductive, her tone filled with promise. Her hands moved across Ole's body, exploring the contours of his muscular frame.

"Strip for me," she whispered. "Show me how much you crave my command."

Ole hesitated, his palms sweating as he undid the buckle of his belt. He knew that this was more than just a sex game but a commitment. With trembling hands, he slid the leather strap through the loops of his trousers, releasing them. They fell to the floor with a soft thud. He quickly took off his shirt, socks and shoes leaving him standing in nothing but his boxer briefs. He was somehow embarrassed, and his cheeks flushed red, but the fire in his veins grew hotter as he met Ava's commanding gaze.

"Why do you stop there?" her voice dripping with sensuality. "Remove everything for me. I want you to be naked."

Ole shivered, his pulse quickening with anticipation. With a single motion, he peeled off his briefs, his erection springing free.

He stood naked before Ava, his cock erect and throbbing with lust. His breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding strongly.

Ava appraised him, her eyes drinking in the sight of his obedience. "Yes," she murmured, stepping closer until their bodies nearly touched. "You look perfect. Now, kneel."

Ole hesitated, his throat suddenly parched.

"Kiss my feet, show me your devotion." her tone firm yet enticing.

Ole looked at her, his eyes widened. He could sense the power she wielded over him, and the intoxicating pull of her dominance. Swallowing hard, he knelt before her, his knees cracking slightly on the carpet.

With a shaking hand, he reached out towards her foot, his fingers barely grazing the satin stocking that covered her slender ankle.

Ava smiled, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eye. "Submission, my love, is not only about ownership. It's about offering yourself wholly to me. To relinquish control completely. To allow me to guide you, shape you, mold you into the man partner I envision. It's the ultimate act of trust, and I believe that our bond deserves that kind of trust."

Ole looked downcast, his shoulders drooping slightly. She was always good with words.

"I know," he whispered, "and I want it, too. But... I'm scared. What if I fail to meet your expectations? Will you leave me?"

Ava shook her head, her eyes burning with intensity. "We're meant to be together, and I will not abandon you. I will guide you and you will submit. You are submissive and crave more of it. I know it and can feel it."

Ole let out a heavy sigh, relief washing over him.

"I'm sorry, Ava. I didn't realize how important this was to you." He paused; his eyes locked on hers. "I promise to submit to you. I'll try my hardest to meet your expectations."

Ava smiled, a wave of warmth crashing over her. "That's the answer I expected of you, my love. Taking a steadying breath, she gathered her thoughts and continued with a firm, almost business-like voice "To start things off, I need you to hand me your belt and bend over the couch! Place your hands on the cushion to support yourself. This first belting of our marriage and your voluntary submission will set the tone. I will be soft and tender with you afterwards but expect absolute cooperation from your side! Do you understand me?"

Ole nodded, his eyes locked onto Ava's face.

"Do not just nod!" Ava said sternly.

"Yes, Mistress! Yes, My Queen! I submit to you! Please lead me down this path! Please punish me!" The atmosphere was just too much for Ole and the words just came out in a natural ecstatic flow. It touched his core and even though he feared the belting, he just felt it to be right to submit to Ava completely.

"That, I actually like a lot. Call me Queen or Mistress when we are alone together!"

"Yes, My Queen!"

Ole still kneeling, handed her the belt. Then he got up in silence and lay over the couch. Ava drunk in the whole scenery of her handsome and emotionally beautiful husband handing her all the power and submitting to her. She would physically subdue him before caressing him and giving him the emotional warmth, he craved so much. Actually, he craved both: her dominance and her warmth. At that moment she was incredibly turned on by her own power.

She touched his butt in the other hand holding the dangling belt.

"Ole, this will hurt a lot! You can cry and you can scream but do not obstruct at any point the belting! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress!" Ole almost whispered. "I understand!"

Satisfied, Ava stepped back, admiring the sight of her husband bending over the couch, waiting for her to strike him. She grabbed the belt firmly, feeling the cold metal buckle dig into her palm. She inhaled deeply, savouring the anticipation building inside her.

As soon as she lifted the belt high, the room filled with a deafening silence.

Ava's grip tightened around the leather strap. She swung the belt downward, aiming for Ole's but cheeks. The belt connected with his flesh with a sharp crack. A yelp escaped his lips. Ava raised the belt and brought it down again. Suddenly she felt a rush of adrenaline shooting through her body. Each blow struck harder than the last, leaving Ole's flesh stinging and reddening. The impact echoed through the room, resonating with a cruel rhythm.

"Please, Ava," he gasped after several strikes, "I'll do whatever you say. I'll obey you!"

Ava's eyes narrowed, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. "Oh, I intend to keep going," she purred, raising the belt once more.

Each strike was deliberate, precise, and punishing - each strike designed to accept his new place, to tame him, to claim him as her own. "You're mine now!"

"Yes, Mistress," he pleaded, his voice strained and hoarse. "I'm yours!"

"Good boy," she cooed, pausing her assault. "But we are not even close to the finish!"

"It hurts so much, but whatever you deem necessary!" Ole whimpered, his voice quivering as each subsequent strike landed on his already tenderized bottom.

Ava grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Oh, baby," she crooned, raising the belt higher "also, I think you need my authority and punishment!"

Ole knew it was true and even though the pain was strong he knew he wanted to take it for her, for their relationship and future. He wanted her to rule him, he wanted to submit to her. "Yes Ava, I need it! I want it! I want to submit to your authority! I love you! Please punish me as much as you think is necessary!" His submissive emotions just over washed him now and everything became a blur or bliss and pain.

Ava smiled to herself and continued the belting till Ole started to beg her under tears to stop.

"You can thank me now!" Ava said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Ole dropped from the couch onto the floor and lowered his head till his lips touched Ava's feet and showered them with kisses. Under tears and his voice hoarse and weak, he manged to utter: "Thank you, Mistress! Thank you, my love, for surfacing my true self! Thank you for allowing me to being me! Thank you for loving my submissiveness and bringing it out! Thank you for your punishment and guidance! I love you! I want to submit to you completely!"

Ava, the magnificent beauty was standing all powerful dressed in her white, form fitting wedding dress, breathing a bit heavy from the intense belting she just delivered to her newlywed husband. Ole, handsome and muscular but naked and utterly beaten at her feet in tears and begging her to be allowed to submit to her. The belt, dangling at Ava's side like a powerful sceptre. She knew that she uncovered his true submissive self completely and from now on they would only go deeper into their female led and controlled relationship. It was what they both craved and needed.

"Sweety," she cooed, her voice soothing and gentle. "You did wonderfully", caressing his head with her left foot. "I love you for exactly what you are. No need to hide anything from me!"

"Ava, may I get up and hug you?"

"Yes, you may!" She even led it slide that he forgot her title.

He got to his knees and hugged her legs, his face resting in her beautiful lap. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming. Ole was horny and in the deepest subspace. He wanted nothing more than to eat Ava's beautiful pussy and show her his devotion. She felt the same and lifted her dress and pressed his head hard against her pussy. He started to caress her pussy with his tongue like he had done so many times before, but this time was different. The dynamic had changed. They were married now, and he had just submitted to her completely.

She remained standing while he ate her pussy kneeling in front of her. He kissed, licked, and sucked her so intensely like never before. Her hands grabbed his head hard and pressed him harder and harder into her pussy.

Finally, her knees buckled, and she came so hard like never before. She released his head and slowly lay down on the floor. Ole did not want to stop, could not stop to eat her. Ava was lying on her back and now with only light kisses and licks, he continued to pleasure her. She was still in her orgasmic bliss and enjoyed his continuous teasing. She just relaxed, her hands resting on the back of his head while he continued to build her up again slowly without missing a beat.

His lips and tongue worked tirelessly on her pussy, moving between kissing, licking, sucking, and nibbling on her labia. Ava moaned louder and louder, her hips arching off the ground. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, soaking in the pleasure that he provided. She guided his head in the ways she liked most. Finally, another earth-shattering orgasms went through her whole body! She pushed him away and he was so deep in subspace that he did not dare to move.

Eventually Ava got up and went to the big bed. He did not dare to get up and just followed her on his knees.

"Do you think I should let you come?" she asked him while sitting on the bed and Ole at her feet.

A bit unsure what the right answer was, he stammered "Yes... I guess?!"

"You guess? You either think you should or should not come. What is it?"

"Yes. Please let me come, My Queen!"

"Beg!"

"Ava, please, please, let me come! I need it. I really, really need it. I will do anything!"

"Anything?" she asked mockingly.

"Yes, My Queen"

"From now on you will only come or pleasure yourself with my explicit permission. It will solely be at my discretion if and how you come. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes, My Queen! I will never touch myself without your permission."

"Yes, and you will from now on never ask if you are allowed to come. I will tell you if I think you deserve to come. Don't talk about your sexual needs. All your sexual energy should be solely focused on your wife's pleasure, my pleasure and you should never expect anything in return. Do you understand?"

"Yes, My Queen!"

"It is our wedding night and I feel generous. I think I should let you come. But from now on you will eat your cum when you come. It is important for you to understand that every pleasure for you comes with a price. Do you understand?" Ava demanded, her voice ringing with authority.

Ole was taken aback by her demand to eat his cum but his lust was too strong. "Yes, My Queen," he muttered, his voice trembling.

Ava chuckled darkly, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Very well then, sweety." She patted the spot beside her on the bed, gesturing for Ole to join her.

He scrambled up quickly, his movements awkward and jerky, fuelled by the raw lust that coursed through his veins.

The moment he climbed onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around Ava, pulling her tightly against him. She smelled intoxicating, her skin smooth and inviting beneath his fingertips. Ava laughed softly; her breath warm against his neck. Ole nuzzled into the curve of her neck, inhaling the aroma of her skin, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive spot below her ear. She moaned lightly.

She grabbed his throbbing shaft and started to massage it. He dropped his upper body back on the bed and just enjoyed her exquisite touch. She grabbed his dick harder and harder and went faster and faster.

She released her grip and planted herself on top of his throbbing dick. She put her hands on his throat and rode him slowly. Ole moved her hips and they got into a beautiful rhythm of fuck-choking. She rode him and while he moved her hips, she controlled his whole body by varying her choking strength. She could simply not let go of controlling him. She was in such a rush.