Marrying into Femdom Culture Ch. 03

I awoke to an empty bed, cold and naked. I usually slept in a t-shirt and boxers.

I groggily shook myself awake and sat up. "Last night was fucking crazy" I thought to myself. I clenched my asshole hesitantly, but thankfully no soreness remained.

It had been intense. Viktoria had pushed me way beyond my comfort zone. I had been scared. But then it was, without a doubt, the best sex of my life. I immediately wondered if it was the best sex I would ever have. How many women were capable of dominating me like that? Probably only a small subset of the already small fraction of women who have the desire to dominate their lovers.

It was an amazing experience and I felt closer to Viktoria than ever, but in the light of day I had lost the certainty and acceptance I had felt last night in my post orgasmic haze. If last night was as extreme as it would go, then I could handle that, hell I would thrive with that. But from what I had glimpsed of Algoria so far, I knew Viktoria probably saw last night as almost "vanilla."

I reached over to check my phone on the bedside table and noticed a pair of blue panties next to my phone with a little note next to them. "Wear these for me today. - Your Goddess Viktoria." There was an imprint of her kiss in red lipstick on the note.

"Sheesh, now she wants me to wear her panties?" I thought to myself as I held them up. I was pretty sure I'd never seen her wear this color. They were thong style with two wide triangles of robin's egg blue fabric connected by a thin cord. They were high quality with a bit of lace on the larger front panel, more suggestive of a princess than a whore. Then I noticed that they seemed too big for Viktoria. Did they belong to someone else? Had she purchased them for me?

After a brief internal debate, I let them drop back on top of the bedside table. Things were moving too fast; I needed to take a breath. We could discuss the panties later, I decided. I grabbed a pair of boxer shorts out of my luggage and got dressed.

I came down to find Viktoria and her mother seated at the kitchen table talking while her father was finishing cooking breakfast. When she saw me, Viktoria popped up and embraced me. "There you are, sleepyhead. We were starting to wonder," she said with a playful smile before pulling me into an open-mouthed kiss. This was unusually affectionate for her, and I was a little embarrassed in front of her parents, but I liked it, returning her embrace and accepting her tongue in my mouth. Once she was satisfied, she pulled away and told me where to sit.

"Good morning, Lee," her mother greeted me cooly.

"Good morning, Astrid," I answered her.

"How do you take your coffee, Lee?" her father asked me amicably.

"Cream, no sugar. Thanks George."

Thankfully breakfast progressed without any drama. Vik announced her plans for the day: taking me to see the sights and learn more about Algorian culture first hand.

After breakfast, we returned to her room to get our things together and head out. As I bent over to dig something out of my luggage, I guess she must have seen the hem of my boxers sticking up from the waistband of my pants.

"Why aren't you wearing my gift? Didn't you see my note?" she asked. Her voice seemed a little hurt.

I straightened up and turned around to find her looking at the panties I'd dropped on top of her note, clearly not in the same configuration she'd left them.

"Yeah I saw them. I don't know. I wanted to talk to you about them. Wearing panties seems kind of weird."

This was clearly the wrong answer. Vik normally had a pretty good poker face, but her countenance rapidly darkened. "First of all, they're not weird. Those panties are nice, they're specially made for submissive Algorian men with a larger front panel to hold the package. I bought them for you. You should be HAPPY to receive them."

Her voice had become steadily louder as she spoke. I sensed she wasn't done.

When she spoke again, her voice was ominously quieter.

"But more importantly, I TOLD you to wear them. You saw my note and you...ignored it."

She seemed to be vibrating every so subtly, like a piano string about to break. I foolishly tried to defend myself. "I just wanted to discuss it first..."

"NO! If I want you to quit your job, or move to another country, or get your tongue pierced, then I can understand that you might think such a decision was so important that you'd feel the need to come straight to me to discuss before obeying...But for a small decision like this?! For choosing which fucking pair of underwear you're going to wear today?! There should be NO FUCKING DISCUSSION!! I want you do to it. That should be enough, period! Are you trying to fuck with me? Is this some passive aggressive rejection? Could you make it any more obvious that my word means nothing to you?!"

Tears glimmered in her eyes as she screamed at me. I deeply regretted making panties my battle. Mostly because it was obvious it was a battle I was going to lose, that I deserved to lose.

She continued in a strained, controlled voice, "Look. I'm trying to meet you halfway, to ease you into this. But you need to commit to at least trying to submit to me. Fuck, even after I sucked your balls dry last night..." She shook her head in disgust and disappointment. And it broke my heart.

"Look I'm sorry Vik. You're right. I, I wasn't thinking. I'll go change right now."

I snatched the baby blue thong off the nightstand and made for the bathroom.

"Right here!" She spit the words at me, stopping me in my tracks. She pointed right in front of her. Still slightly unnerved by the intensity of her glare, I struggled to get my belt unbuckled and then slid my pants and boxers down in one motion. I stepped out of them and stepped into the delicate underwear. As I pulled them up my legs, I slowed as I got to my waist. I pulled the triangle of fabric up over my dick, which had shamefully hardened to half mast. One of my testicles had fallen out the side, so I slipped it back in, the little pouch of soft cloth now smooth over my dick and balls. Then I slid my thumbs along the waistband and pulled them up in back, feeling the strap press in between my butt cheeks. Surprisingly I felt slutty and a little turned on. I quickly stepped back into my pants and pulled them up to cover myself. Feeling the inside of my pants against my bare buttocks was a novel sensation for me.

"Ok. Are we ready to go now?" I said hesitantly, looking up at her again to see if her ire had been sated. She didn't look happy exactly, but she seemed mollified. She stepped forward and pulled me slowly into a tense hug, before sending one hand down my back to feel my ass up. Then she pulled back to look me in the eye.

"I'm not being unreasonable. I KNOW you're going to love wearing my collar. I'll take responsibility for guiding us to becoming the happiest couple we can be, but YOU have to obey. This is the kind of relationship I want. Tell me right now if you know you don't want that."

I said nothing and looked down. After it became clear I wasn't going to say anything, she continued, "Now tell me you won't argue with me about your underwear anymore."

I looked up at her now and conceded, "I won't argue with you about my underwear anymore."

"Alright, come here sweetheart." She pulled me into a tight hug. I was still trying to decide if I should've said something else, when she pulled back and said in a no-nonsense tone, "Now we just need to punish you for disobeying earlier and then we can move forward."

I shot her a look that said "are you serious?!" but managed to hold my tongue. Responding to my unspoken question, she just stared me down until I gave her a little nod. "Take your pants down to your knees," she instructed me as she sat down on the edge of the bed. When I had them down to mid-thigh, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me over her knees. She placed a firm hand on my lower back and with her other hand began to fondle my bare tush, unprotected by the thong. My erection throbbed against her inner thigh separated only by the thin fabric of the panties.

"I like that this excites you. It excites me too. But remember, this isn't going to be a fake spanking in kinky fun. This is a punishment for your disobedience. I'm going to give you 20 swats. I want you to count each one aloud. Understand?"

"Ok."

She caressed a spot on my lower right butt cheek, making little circles on her target. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder just as she took a generous backswing and brought her hand down hard on my bare ass. Her palm made a loud clap as it connected.

"One," I said. I looked down at the mattress inches in front of my face as her petite little hand rubbed little circles on my left buttock, signaling a new target. I felt like a pervert and a slut. I couldn't help but arch my hips a little more. The thong went taut against my perineum. *Smack, slap, smack*

"Two, three, four!" I squeaked out in a higher pitch than intended. All three blows had connected full on the same spot. A light burning sensation sprouted there.

By the time we got to 15, my entire bottom stung. Only one of the spanks had glanced off at an imperfect angle. The rest had all landed with a resounding slap. I had not been able to detect any pattern to her attacks, moving from one buttock to the other randomly. Through it all, my treacherous cock throbbed away inside the panties.

"Keep your back arched and your ass raised," she scolded me as she pushed down harder on my lower back and drove a thumb into the meat of my right ass cheek. I could hear lust in her voice.

The last five spanks came one after the other on my upturned ass. "16, 17, 18, 19, 20!" I yelped with relief. She ran the hand that had been at the small of my back over my reddened backside. Her hand felt cold, making me realize how much heat was coming off my rear end.

Suddenly her hand shot between my legs and grabbed my panty-covered erection. "Thank me for spanking you," she commanded in a breathy voice.

"Thanks for spanking my ass," I answered with a bit of resentment in my voice, though my dick jerked involuntarily in her hand.

"Get on your knees and thank me properly."

She pushed me off her lap onto the floor. Viktoria stood up, dragged her panties down to her knees, and pulled my face into her hot gash. Her cunt was soaked. She was in need, especially after not cumming last night I thought. Moaning, she humped my nose with adorable little pelvic thrusts. Typically she maintained eye contact when I ate her out, but not this time. There wasn't much for me to do besides put one hand on her thigh for balance, squeeze her round, beautiful behind with the other, swipe my tongue out to taste her, and hang on while she used me.

She came in minutes. She had one hand on my shoulder for balance and the other hand buried in my hair, pressing my face tight against her quim. Both hands tightened to death grips. She squealed like a banshee as she rode out her orgasm on my tongue.

Finally, her body slumped down on me as her muscles stopped contracting. She didn't release her grip on me and I didn't pull away. My knees and shins were in pain, but I felt so lucky that she was this disinhibited with me. She was so fucking sexy that I had no desire to leave my position, kneeling at her feet, feeling her walls grip my tongue, smelling her cunt.

Finally she stepped back. "Wait here. Don't move."

I watched her stumble off to the bathroom. She returned with a towel to clean my face, dabbing not wiping.

"There you go. Your face looks normal now. Well, still a bit red, but not shiny with my cum anymore at least," she graced me with a smile. "C'mon and get dressed now."

I slowly rose to stand, feeling the stiffness in my knees. As I grabbed my clothes and ambled towards the bathroom to get myself together, she called out, "But don't wash your face. I want you to wear my dried juices so you can smell me all day."

I looked back at her with a shocked expression, but after no 'just kidding' came, I just gave her a nod and kept going.

As I took in my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I thought I looked a little out of it. "Freshly fucked" was a phrase that came to mind. I turned around to survey the damage to my posterior in the mirror. My bum was pink, that was for sure, the skin still flushed from my lover's palm, but I was actually surprised it wasn't more red. I gingerly slid my pants up over my tender booty and noticed a little wet spot on the front of my underwear from my precum. Maybe I'd get to cum later, I hoped, as I rearranged myself in the panties, pointing my dick back down in the cloth pouch. Last, I got my hair in order and convinced myself that no one could tell from my appearance that I'd been recently involved in debauchery.

When we got to the base of the stairs, she took my hand and dragged me towards the front door. "Alright. Lee and I are heading out. We'll be back for dinner," Viktoria called out to her parents as we moved past the living room.

"Have fun, you two!" her father replied good-naturedly.

I kept my head down and gave a little wave to the room in general, not wanting to make eye contact on the off chance they'd heard the slapping sounds of their daughter giving me a bare-assed spanking.

Viktoria spent the rest of the morning taking me to her favorite places in the city. We strolled through parks beautifully maintained with species of flowers I had never seen. We walked under the shade of enormous trees that must have been a hundred years old. We toured museums showcasing both Algorian and foreign art. The experience did me a world of good, reminding me that this was a stable, vibrant culture, and not, in fact, a sex cult. That said, I did notice many people wearing the now obvious black collars around their necks. I had seen both collared men and women. As we lunched at Viktoria's favorite cafe, I decided to bring it up.

"Don't they find it embarrassing? Letting the whole world know?" I asked Viktoria.

"Letting the whole world know what?"

"That...I don't know...that they're the ones getting fucked! That they're doing this whole intense domination/submission thing. Don't they want to keep that private?"

Viktoria took a moment to ponder my question. Then she replied, "Do you think it's weird that some women wear pink dresses in your country?"

I frowned. "That's not the same thing."

"Fair enough. But it does give you a sense of who's "getting fucked" as you put it. It just seems less jarring to you because you're used to it. It's more similar than you realize."

She watched me squirm on this for a minute. Seeing that I remained unconvinced, she added a frustrated sigh, "You know, it IS different. Algorian submissives are proud to wear their collars. It's an honor here to receive a dominant's collar." The way she huffed made me realize that a part of her was pissed off that I wasn't on my knees thanking her for the honor of being selected as her bitch.

"A collar has to be earned. It tells people the collared person is...let's say 'intense.' They managed to attract a dominant and merited a life-long commitment more serious than marriage. They've taken a leap of faith and allowed themselves to be collared."

Viktoria's approval of the concept was obvious from the warmth in her voice. "Some would say they're living their lives on a higher plane." She turned her pretty eyes on me as she said this, daring me to argue with her. I plastered a diplomatic smile on my face and changed the subject. "So where to after lunch, tour guide?"

She eyed me carefully, debating whether to press the issue further, but she let it go. "I thought we'd go to a sex shop," she said nonchalantly as she buttered a roll.

I gave her a skeptical frown at this news, but she just returned an easy smile as she popped the buttered bread into her mouth.

The sex shop turned out to be very nice. Not seedy at all like the sex shops I'd been in back home. This was more like an Apple store. Well lit with expensive-looking, well-designed displays.

I noticed the popularity of bondage gear. Viktoria told me that even though only a minority of people achieve dominant status and collar their partners, almost everyone in Algoria dabbles in bdsm. It's considered to be an important part of a normal sex life.

Viktoria guided me over to the section displaying chastity cages. Different sizes, colors, plastics of varying rigidity, even metal ones. "Which one do you like, sweetheart?" Viktoria asked me with a shit-eating grin. I stared daggers at her and suggested we go look at the bondage harnesses. She tugged me back to her as I tried to slip away, affixing me to her hip with an arm around my waist. "Oh c'mon. You're going in one soon enough. Let's have you fitted so you can find one you're comfortable with."

"No, I'm not ready for that," I whined with a pained expression on my face. I didn't pull out of her grasp, but I tugged on her arm like an errant child. I surprised myself with how badly I wanted to get out of there, feeling the flight-or-fight reaction of a cornered animal.

She stood firm on the spot, piercing me with high-powered attention, studying me as I silently pleaded with her to drop it. Then she let it go and led me out of the store.

The trip home was passed mostly in strained silence.

That night as I showered before bed, I realized how deeply exhausted I was. I had been on an emotional rollercoaster since I had arrived. I had come expecting to leave with a fiancee and now I was facing leaving alone or...enslaved! Stressed I was.

As I dried myself off, I told myself that tomorrow would be better. I just needed a good night's sleep to get some perspective.

When I came out of the bathroom in my towel, Viktoria was waiting for me in bed. She was wearing an elegant lace negligee. I could see her pink areolae through it. Fuck, this woman was sexy. My thoughts remained painfully conflicted, but I mused fatalistically that there were worse fates that could befall me than becoming the lapdog of a woman like this.

I tried to ignore the knots in my stomach and moved across the room to my suitcase. I opened it up to find a pile of panties and no boxer shorts. Anger boiled up unbidden from somewhere inside me. "She just keeps pushing me. I don't like being pushed," I raged internally.

I immediately shot Viktoria an accusatory look.

She sat there in her fancy lingerie, innocent and evil at once, and gave me a big smile. "I got you a bunch of different colors and styles. See which ones you like best and wear those."

"Maybe I like boxers the best," I muttered while I examined the pile.

"I think you look sexier in these than in those old boxer shorts. And these fabrics are more comfortable."

"I don't think a strap of latex up the ass qualifies as comfortable," I sulked as I held up a particularly skimpy G-string.

Her smile disappeared as she raised an eyebrow at me. "Maybe you'll enjoy feeling that strap massage your crack and tickle your asshole all day long. I think it will make you feel sexy and submissive..." she paused and then increased her volume a notch, "And I think that even if you find them uncomfortable, you'll be happy to wear them because it pleases me and because you told me, just this morning, that you won't argue with me about your underpants anymore."

I scowled at her but said nothing.

"Put the white pair on and come to bed."

The white pair were the most plain. They could almost be men's briefs but the fabric was definitely softer and more glossy than any men's underwear I'd ever seen. I slipped them on, got into bed, turned out the light and laid on my side facing away from her.

While the tiny, rational part of my brain, allied with my dick in this case, silently pleaded with me not to ignore the beauty lying next to me, my emotions were in control at the moment. I was tired and stressed and irritable and childish and moody. I just wanted to sulk and go to sleep. I was pretty sure that if she grabbed my panty-clad ass right now I would snap at her.