Marrying into Femdom Culture Ch. 05

Vik opened the car door for me and put me inside. Her excitement was palpable as she ran around the car and hopped in the driver's seat.

As she sped through the streets, I stared at her the whole way home. I couldn't look away. My desire for her was too overwhelming. I felt drunk with want. With the need to belong to her. Something had clicked, and I now felt a glimmer of her power. It was like realizing I was in the car with my idol, like a pro athlete or an actress. I was her biggest fan.

Once home, she pushed me through the house towards her room. Her mother called after us, but Vik just yelled over her shoulder that we would see them tomorrow. She opened the door to her bedroom, dragged me through, then closed the door and slammed me up against it. Her body pressed mine against the door and she attacked my mouth hungrily. My hands roamed across her flanks and her fine ass as she kissed me.

Her hands slipped up my shirt and she felt the smooth skin on my now-hairless chest. She pulled my shirt up over my head in a frenzy. A crazed predatory smile appeared on her face before she pinned my wrists to the door and started to suck on my neck. It felt good. Then it felt rough, animalistic. I felt a perverse thrill at the realization I would have a hickey. I arched my head back as much as I could against the door, offering my neck to take her mark.

Once she was satisfied that her suckling had bruised me, her demanding lips traveled down my neck and before I knew it she was sucking on my nipple. I moaned at this new, surprising, and somewhat painful sensation. I reflexively tried to push myself off the door to dislodge her, but she slammed me back into it with impressive force. I groaned but let her have her way, trying to use the weird sensation to get into subspace for her.

She returned to my mouth and thrust her tongue in search of my tonsils while her hand went to unfasten my pants.

"Woaatt!" I tried to say with her tongue in my mouth. I managed to grab her wrist with my free hand.

"Wait!" I stammered when she pulled back. Her dismayed face searched mine for the source of this interruption.

"Let me do it." It was a request. And she judged it as such. She studied me for a moment before releasing me and backing up to sit on her bed. She spread her legs, keeping her heels on the floor and leaned back on her elbows. Once comfortable, she smiles and raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Well?".

I moved to stand right in front of her before turning around. I wanted to present her with the ass she owned. Lowering the zipper, I tried to shimmy out of them like she had done with her skirt the other night, but the tight pants seemed to be dragging the panties down with them. So I aborted and held the panties up with one hand while I tugged the pants down with the other.

Bent over with my pants down to just above my knees and one hand still holding up my panties, I looked back at Vik expecting to see her laughing at my ridiculousness. But she was staring at my ass with all seriousness. I took this as a good sign.

I took the pants down to my ankles and straightened up to step out of them. Then I felt her hands on my ass, feeling me up. Gentle caresses over the smooth, silky fabric encasing my smooth rear. Then more insistent clutching, pinching, cupping my butt cheeks. A slutty impulse seized me, and I shifted my weight into one leg to give her a bigger handful. She teased a finger under the hem, feeling my smooth waxed skin.

"Turn around, Lee"

I turned around and gave her a nervous smile.

"Show me what belongs to me," Viktoria ordered looking down to my crotch.

I hooked my thumbs under the waistband and gingerly took down the panties, displaying my caged cock to its owner. My mons was still a little red since my pubic hair had been thickest there.

She ran her hand slowly down my smooth pubis before taking my hairless balls into her grip. She weighed them in her hand, assessing her property. Keeping one hand holding my balls and the base of my cage, she pressed the other against my hip to spin me halfway around. Her gaze was fixed on my derriere as she fondled my bare cheeks and the plug peeking out between them.

"Thank you, Lee," she said softly, almost a whisper. And then the tone shifted.

"On your knees," she told me.

I kneeled down before her as she rose from the bed to stand. The plug seemed to swell in my ass as my muscles flexed into the new position. She raised my chin and stared down at me. Her thumb slid gently over my lips, and I intuitively opened my mouth and sucked on her finger. She pressed my tongue down with the pad of her thumb and it made me feel so submissive, kneeling there butt naked while she remained fully dressed, her finger violating my mouth, her plug violating my ass.

Vik plucked her finger from my mouth and wiped it dry on my cheek before turning around.

"Unzip my skirt."

Her waist at eye-level, I took hold of the zipper and lowered it slowly, reverently. Her pert buttocks rose on either side of her satin thong. Instinctually I let my face fall forward, burying my nose against the fine fabric in the crack of her ass. Her hand reached behind her and pushed back against my forehead to remove me from her rump.

"Sit back on your heels," she ordered, but her voice quivered, revealing that she wasn't totally in control.

My eyes closed and my mouth dropped silently open as I struggled to comply with her orders. I wasn't really flexible enough to sit on my heels under normal circumstances, much less with the butt plug stuffed inside my tush. Vik saw my dilemma and came to my rescue.

"Don't move. You're fine like that. Open your eyes."

I looked up at her. Her face was flushed. She looked uncharacteristically unsettled, like she was on the verge of losing control. She reached out and took my hair in her grasp.

"Keep your mouth closed," she said as she pressed my face into the damp crotch of her panties.

For a moment, we stayed still. Her hand kept a dominating grip in my hair. I could feel her trembling as I inhaled the thick bouquet of her cunt.

"I need to slow things down," she said aloud, seemingly talking to herself as much as to me. Holding my head steady now between her thighs, she continued, "If I fuck you now, without more control, I'll break you." At last, she pulled my head back. Her expression had regained its characteristic swagger. She smiled down at me confidently.

"You must be hungry, my darling?"

I realized I was ravenous. I hadn't eaten all day. But I had competing appetites. As delicious as a steak sounded, it didn't hold a candle to how badly I wanted to eat her out right then.

"A little. But I'm hungrier for you, Vik. I want you so bad right now, baby."

Her widening grin told me that was the right answer. She stepped over to her bedside table and rummaged in one of the drawers. A large metallic foil pouch appeared in her hands. I looked at her with confusion.

"Emergency rations," she explained with a smirk. I could see that the end of the pouch tapered to a small opening, like a nipple. It reminded me of one of those camelback water bottles. She broke the seal and squeezed out a strip of milk-colored gel onto her finger, the consistency of jam. She held her finger out to me so I could get a closer look. "It's a high calorie, rapidly absorbed dietary supplement. Good for keeping the energy up during exercise on the go, like long-distance cycling or...a marathon sex session."

Seeing my uncertain expression, she leered at me while bringing the finger to her own lips and licking it clean. On Vik's lips, it reminded me of cum, and I wondered if it had been intentionally made that color to resemble thick jizz.

Vik smacked her lips and said, "Doesn't taste like much, but it'll keep your energy up enough to serve me." She stuck her tongue out at me playfully before re-coating her finger and popping it into my mouth. She was right. Not much flavor, just sort of sweet, but my body could sense calories and I hungrily sucked her digit clean.

She squirted another generous helping on her finger and brought it towards my face, this time stopping a few inches above my lips. I shot her a questioning glance. "Go on," she encouraged. I pushed down into my knees and shins, firing the muscles in the backs of my legs to raise myself up towards her hand. I took her finger into my mouth and sucked, feeling a fresh wave of submission wash over me. Vik bit her lip and sent her other hand down the front of her panties as she pushed in and out, finger fucking my eager mouth. She persisted even after her finger was clean of the nourishing gel.

At last, Vik backed up and sat back on the edge of her bed. She crossed one leg over the other and applied a dollop of cream to her raised toes. She raised an eyebrow and I dove forward to take her toes into my mouth. I ran my tongue between each toe before sucking on the pad of each one. My asshole clenched its plug from the pure subjugation of the act. She had me do her other foot and then lick a squirt from her inner thigh.

I was hoping the next bit of goop would be in her groin, but she moved on, instructing me to lie on the bed face up with my feet down at one end and my head in her lap. She added a pillow to raise my head higher. Then, she arched her head back so that my view of her face was obscured by her generous bust. Her brassiere unsnapped. Perfect breasts and big pink nipples filled my vision. As she held her tit up to squeeze some gel on her nipple, I thanked God that I had lived to experience this.

Vik leaned forward over me and with one hand on my head and the other grasping her bosom, she pushed the cream-covered nipple into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned as I nursed on her boob. I felt her nub stiffen as I lashed by tongue back and forth across her nipple. She held me there long after I'd licked her breast completely clean. After having me suck more gel off her other breast, she pulled back and sat upright. She regarded me through her cleavage, and I held her gaze, panting with arousal, waiting to see what she would do next.

She had me sit back up before standing herself. Her panties were damp over her sex. Viktoria noticed me noticing her arousal. Without any hint of embarrassment or hesitation, she commanded me, "Lay down with your head on the pillow and your eyes closed!" I rushed to comply and hoped to taste her pussy soon.

I was not disappointed.

The mattress shifted. Then I felt pressure on my shoulders and the smooth skin of her thighs enclosing my skull. The sweet, thick smell of her entered my nostrils, drowning me in the scent of my mistress's cunt. I had to resist the urge to search her out with my tongue. She took her time, letting me anticipate while she ran a hand into my hair.

Then she plopped herself down on my face. Her wetness smacking me like a sloppy kiss. With a firm grip in my hair for balance, she lazily ground her hips in a slow circle. My nose, my chin, my cheeks were quickly coated with her fuck honey. She hadn't expressly forbid me from licking her, but I felt I should wait for her permission, like it would be rude to presume that her rubbing her sopping wet quim across my lips was an invitation to eat her out. Somehow it was more submissive to let her grind on my face than it was to give her head, and we were both getting off on it. But I felt like I was close to losing control.

"Alright Lee," she said breathlessly, "lick my cunt."

My tongue left my mouth like a race horse let out of the gate. It was wild, undisciplined. I licked her like a dog, lapping the sweetness from her labia. She moaned and writhed above me. I felt like she was close.

Suddenly her hand tightened in my hair, pinning my head against the mattress, and I felt the firm muscles in her thighs tense as she lifted herself up, beyond the reach of my tongue.

My queen panted on top of me, her breathing the only sound. At last, she said, "We can't forget that this is about nutrition." She reached over, retrieved the pouch, and squeezed more gel into her hand. She discarded the pouch back on the mattress and slathered the gel all over her crotch. When she was covered, she still had some in her hand, so she rubbed it all over my face, lewdly sending random fingers into my mouth as she hurriedly wiped her hand clean.

Then, she took a handful of my hair in each hand and mounted my head again. While before she had stayed still and allowed me to eat her, now she was actively humping my face. "Lick me bitch!" she demanded in a breathy voice. Her feminine hips forcefully gyrated on top of me. She swiped my nose through her slick slit like a credit card. I had no control of her movements, but I tried my best to keep my tongue out, licking her moving pelvis at random. I brought my hands up to her thick ass, feeling her strong buttocks squeeze with every thrust. She let me fondle her ass until she realized that I was trying to dampen her thrusts and defend my face from the beating it was taking from her vulva. "Put your fucking hands down!" I reluctantly let my hands fall to my belly. She had been leaning over me, but now she changed her posture, sitting upright. "Stick that tongue up my twat." She stayed still long enough for me to find her hole and push my tongue up inside her. Then she started bouncing herself on my tongue. "Ooooh, ughhhh, uhmmhh, fuckkk," her high-pitched cries matched the rhythm of her accelerating hips. Her clit was stiff as she ground it against my nose. "Uhhggh, ooomphh, ahh, ahhhh, aaahhhh." The muscular walls of her cunt clutched on my tongue as she climaxed.

As she came down from her orgasm, she fell backwards. Her ass landed on my chest and she let her upper body fall backwards, catching herself on her elbows. For a moment, panting to recover, we gazed at each other while lying on our backs. That was the roughest sex, of any kind, I had ever experienced. My entire face felt sore. I imagined it was redder than hers. I looked down the length of my body, past my caged cock, past her glistening snatch, past the fantastic rack that rose and fell with her breathing, to her flushed post-o face. She looked like a woman who had cum so hard it had knocked her into orbit. And that filled me with pride. Suddenly her eyes seem to come back into focus and she looked right at me. She smirked and then swiveled onto her stomach. She put her face on the mattress between my legs and lifted her sweet ass into the air. She reached one hand back to spread herself and the other hand squeezed a generous helping of gel down her butt crack.

"C'mon baby! Eat up!"

I scrambled forward to eagerly lap at her ass. A mixture of raw sexual instinct and a desire to please her drove me. I swished my tired tongue through the top of her ass crack until all I could taste was her skin. I pressed my hands into her pillowy cheeks and she let me tilt her hips forward so that I could see everything. The slightly darker skin around her asshole glistened with the slippery gel, which was slowly running down to her messy cunt. I flattened my tongue against her perineum and licked it clean. I had never licked anyone's ass before. I had seen it in porn, but never thought I would actually do it myself...similar to many of the things that had happened to me that day. She moaned when I pressed my tongue to her anus and started to rim her. Her tight, muscular ring twitched under my tongue as I sucked the gel off. When she was clean, perversion took me and I tried to push inside her anus. But she was much too tight for my tired tongue to penetrate.

"Enough" she said in a half-gasp. I pulled back and saw her watching me over her shoulder. Her smile was so wide that I couldn't help but join her and smile back. It consoled me that even if all this was depraved and wrong, how wrong could it really be if it made this beautiful woman this happy?

She hopped out of bed and slinked her gorgeous form towards a cabinet wearing only her thigh-high stockings. Viktoria really knew how to swing her tush as she walked, effortlessly combining grace and sluttiness. I wondered if I could ever really leave this woman or if my free will had already been subsumed by her sexuality.

She pulled something out of the cabinet. It was a purple strap-on dildo mounted in a black cloth harness. She stepped into it and pulled it up to her thighs. She angled her body so that I could see the short end of the dildo on the inner side of the harness. An exaggerated "mmmmmm" left her lips as she seated the dildo firmly in her pussy. With quick, practiced movements, she tightened the harness around her waist. She adjusted the straps under each butt cheek, ensuring the rubber cock would move seamlessly with her. It was impressive, professional, like watching a pilot check their equipment before a flight.

Satisfied with her preparations, she stood before me with one hand on her hip and the other idly stroking her dildo. She beamed at me.

"It's time."

She looked so damned happy, like she had won the lottery. Her smile was infectious. I started to smile too until she pointed to the ground between her legs. I hesitantly crawled off the bed to kneel before her, hoping I misunderstood why she wanted me on the floor.

Her hand left her hip to stroke my hair. "Go ahead. Touch it."

The purple jelly dildo was thinner but longer than my own cock. I reluctantly took it in my hand. It was surprisingly not cold. 'Maybe that's why she was stroking it, to warm it up,' I thought. The silicone was soft, squishy, not rigid like glass. It bulged slightly in my grip. I sighed. "What now?" I asked in a strained voice.

She gave me a crooked, arrogant smile and responded provocatively, "Suck it."

I surprised myself with how much I desperately did not want to suck it. My mouth felt dry and I felt a lump in my throat. The cage on my cock, the plug in my butt, the ass licking - none of it bothered me as much as this. I looked back up at Vik and tried to beg for mercy with my eyes.

Now it was Vik's turn to sigh. Her hand pushed deeper in my hair, and I felt myself tense, anticipating that she was going to force her dildo into my mouth. But she just stroked my hair lovingly and said, "Do you love me, Lee?"

"You know I do, Vik," I spat back.

"And you don't want to suck on my little girl cock?" She teased me like I was being a brat.

"I really, really don't."

"So then, this will be something you do to please me and show your submission, rather than something you do for your own enjoyment, correct?"

I sighed again. "Please don't ask me to do this, Vik."

"Why?"

I shot her an angry look. "Because it's humiliating!" I screamed at her, surprising myself again with the fury of emotion that had bubbled to the surface.

"Damn your pride, Lee. No one else is here. Who are you worried about?"

"You!" I choked back a sob, the words flowing unchecked by my conscious mind "I don't care about anyone else. I don't want to be humiliated in front of you."

Vik paused while I calmed down enough to hear her.

"Honey, a lot of men, most men maybe, if their women asked them, they wouldn't do this, any of this. They'd walk right out of here, cursing. They'd rather be with a woman they can control or be alone. You'll find them commiserating with each other in bars, over too much alcohol, that they left because they were 'real men,' that they didn't want that 'crazy bitch' who wanted too much from them. But most of them won't be able to convince themselves. They know that they were just too chicken-shit scared to be this vulnerable. To take the risk of loving someone more than everything else and to be completely exposed, defenseless against possible humiliation, derision, rejection.

And most women accept that. 'That's just men,' they say, 'Men have fragile egos. They have trouble opening up,' and they settle for that.