Marrying into Femdom Culture Ch. 06

Ten minutes later we were outside, bounding down the street in easy strides. It was nice to get some exercise and decompress. I felt my stress clear and my head lighten as we ran together. Vik was in great shape and led the way at a quick pace that challenged me. Her strong thighs and tight ass, showcased in her tiny running shorts, made me think of a gazelle jumping across the plain. A fantasy of tackling her, ripping her shorts down, and raping her entered my thoughts. 'Guess I'll have to file that one away in the anniversary ideas folder' I thought to myself as I felt my caged cock in my shorts. Vik had suggested I change into a tight thong for our run so that the weight of my cage didn't bounce too painfully as I ran. So thoughtful.

She slowed up when we arrived at the local high school running track. It looked like your standard quarter mile loop with a field in the center and elevated seating on one side for spectators. I bent over with my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

"Okay, good warm up honey. Now I'm going to really work you. Let's start with 20 push-ups and then I want you to run up and down the stairs five times."

"What is this, gym class?" I protested.

She smiled like a jackal. "C'mon baby. Show me how strong you are. I'm going to run you ragged."

I thought she would stop after I completed the tasks, but as soon as I finished, she gave me new assignments. Sit-ups, burpees, jumping jacks, stairs. She just stood there and watched with her hands crossed over her chest and an evil little smile on her face as I exhausted myself at her whim.

"Is this supposed to be a metaphor for life as a collared submissive?" I asked while panting, as much out of real curiosity as to buy myself a moment's rest.

"Hmmm, no. I just want your body sore and weak for me tonight," she taunted me wickedly.

Thankfully we walked on the way back home. My steps were now labored and slow. She offered her shoulder to support me, which I declined at first, but accepted half way back when my muscles started those little shaking spasms you get from fatigue.

Finally night came. I was excited, scared, horny, but all of that was tempered by the exhaustion from the death-march exercise earlier.

Vik took me by the hand and led me down to the basement.

At the end of the stairs, a huge solid oak door that looked like something out of The Lord of the Rings sealed the basement off from the rest of the house. She stripped off my clothes, unlocked and pocketed my chastity cage, and had me kneel on the hard concrete floor. My hard dick betrayed my excitement even as my tired leg muscles protested the kneeling position. She produced a blindfold and said "I'm taking your sight for the night. I'm also taking your words. You can speak if you absolutely need to, but otherwise I want you to hold your tongue," she hesitated, "at the same time, I want you to moan, and scream, and cry for me if the urge strikes you. It's ok if an 'oh fuck' comes out of you accidentally. Just try to make sounds, not words, understand?"

I looked up at her from my knees, my erection pointing up at her as well. "Yes mistress." It just seemed like the thing to call her.

She brought a finger up under my chin and I thought she might lean down to kiss me when she said, "good boy," and fastened the blindfold tightly around my head.

I heard the heavy bolt slide back, unlocking the door, and then I felt a change in the airflow as I assumed Viktoria swung it open. I heard her step away.

Kneeling on concrete, blindfolded and butt naked in a foreign land. I hoped I knew what I was doing. But no, 'that's not quite right,' I thought. It didn't matter. It was whether Viktoria knew what she was doing.

I felt her body beside me again. She lifted my chin, resting my head on her hip, my body now hugging her leg dependently. My erect cock brushed up against her shin and I involuntarily humped her before she jerked my head back by my hair.

"Be still bitch," she said in a voice irritatingly in control.

Next I felt a fur-lined collar wrap around my throat and slowly tighten as she fastened it on me.

"Crawl." With a tug on my leash, she led me into the room, my already sore muscles shaking with the exertion.

It's a jarring thing to crawl on one's hands and knees without being able to see. My instinct was to take my time, pawing the air in front of me to make sure I didn't hit anything, but the insistent pressure on my leash made that impossible. I had to trust her and just follow the direction of the leash to keep up.

After ten to twenty paces, Viktoria took me off the leash. "There's a padded table in front of you, Lee. Crawl up on it and roll onto your back."

The table felt like it was covered with the finest, softest leather I had ever felt. I had barely flipped onto my back before she started restraining me. Viktoria's thin fingers gripped my wrist, pulling it up over my head, and fastening a fur-lined cuff around it. When she released my arm, I was surprised that it didn't fall back to my chest. It hung there in space above me, the wrist cuff taking the weight of my arm. But what was the wrist cuff hanging from? I imagined ropes dangling from the ceiling like stalactites as my other wrist was similarly trussed up.

She repeated the procedure on my ankles, spreading my legs and leaving them suspended at roughly hip height. I lay there, freed of the weight of my limbs, awaiting my lady. The room was warm so I was comfortable despite my nakedness. I heard her steps move across the room, and moments later soft music began to play. Classical. Strings. Music to lose one's virginity to, at least in Vik's mind, I supposed.

As I contemplated Viktoria's taste in music, I felt her bare skin against my hip. She had been clothed when my blindfold had gone on.

Then, I felt her hands spreading warm oil across my chest. Her soft fingers slicked a gratuitous amount across my chest, my nipples, my belly, my neck. She spread it across my bicep and into the muscles of my forearm, and then into my palm and fingertips. My tired body surrendered and luxuriated in her touch.

When she moved to the other arm, she didn't walk around, but straddled me instead. I felt bare thighs gripping my ribs while her hands massaged my arm. Was she still wearing panties? Was her bare cunt hovering mere inches above my dick?

I got my answer when she swiveled around to do my legs. I gasped when I felt her hot lower lips press against my belly as she leaned down to cover my thighs in oil. She seemed not to notice as she went about her work. Was she that wet or was that the massage oil I felt her pussy spreading over my stomach?

After my legs and feet, her greased hands coated my balls. She lifted them, tugged on them, and squeezed them gently as she lubed my sack. One hand moved upwards to coat my erect cock while the other moved down to oil my taint. When I was oiled to her satisfaction, her thighs easily slipped along my ribs. The warm oil felt good on my skin. I had to admit that this was pretty hot.

I felt her get off me and immediately missed the feel of her skin on mine. Luckily, her absence was quick. Her thighs returned, now straddling my chest. She held most of her weight in her hands, which pressed into my sternum as she moved her legs up and down my upper torso as if searching for the right position. Then she seemed to find it, gripping me with her legs like one might while riding a horse, and her hands left my skin.

A hand returned to my head. A feathery touch in my hair. A caress to the angle of my jaw. And then her hand slowly and intentionally closed around my throat, right over my Adam's apple. She left it there with a light, but firm, grip. I couldn't help but think about whether she could strangle me to death with her bare hands right then. I was tied tight with ropes on all limbs. Yes. She could.

She kissed me then. Her kiss was neither forceful nor hesitant. Just enough pressure in her lips. Just enough tongue. As she made out with me, I felt like I was watching a performance by a master, even though I was blindfolded.

She pulled away and her knees moved from under my armpits to over my shoulders. Both hands slid into my hair, pinning me to the table. The air was hot and thick with her scent. Ensconced in smell of her cunt, I wondered how long I would be made to wait. 'It must be just an inch or two above my mouth' I thought.

With no warning, a pair of hot lips dragged across my upper lip and nose, wetting me. It had not been massage oil on my belly. Her pussy was soaked.

"Taste me darling," she said with love and authority.

My tongue darted out of my mouth, licking wildly at her gash. She tasted good. She tasted like my Vik.

Her hips gyrated languidly on my face, giving my tongue a slightly different 'look' at her snatch with each stroke. With my head pinned to the table, all I could move was my tongue while she used me like a sex toy. She swiped my nose through her slit like a credit card.

"Stick you tongue out. Make it hard like a little cock," her voice commanded.

I did as I was told. She rewarded me by pushing her hips back and taking my tongue into her tight little tunnel.

"Mmmm," she let out a satisfied moan that made me feel good. Then she bent back down over me, pressing her vulva against my face, and started to hump my head. My tongue slid in and out of her vagina while she ground her clit into my nose. Her breath became audible. Even as my tongue muscles began to tire, I didn't want the beautiful sound of her panting to stop.

I had started to wonder if she was going to ride me into an orgasm when her hips stilled. My tongue was at least an inch inside her. I hadn't felt her contract so I knew she hadn't cum yet. But she must have been close. Why else would she have stopped?

She shuffled her body down mine and started grinding that delicious pussy on my lower abdomen. Her butt rubbed against my cock. Then she slid lower, gliding her lips down over the top of my dick, pushing it down towards my legs. She reached the tip and it popped back up against my belly. Then she moved forward, dragging herself along the underside of my cock. Back and forth she went. My dick was soon coated in her juices.

My patience reached its limit. My hard sex became upset that it kept sliding through her lips without finding purchase. My hips started to buck.

Vik said nothing, but lifted her body off mine. I groaned at the loss of her.

I imagined her hovering her body over mine. Was she sneering at my need or patiently teasing me?

After an eternity, her lips lightly grazed my throbbing prick again. I resisted humping her this time, having learned the hard lesson. She gradually increased her pressure as she lazily dragged her sex over mine. It must have been a work out. I felt her hot sweat drip onto my belly from the exertion.

I was so focused on the feel of her pussy and resisting my instinct to thrust that I didn't notice at first when she allowed my tip to catch at her opening. My breath hitched with anticipation. And then she was gone, dismounting me completely. I felt like crying with rage and despair but managed to limit myself to a guttural groan.

"Patience, darling," she whispered.

Then a greasy hand slipped around my sack and schlong at the base, while another slathered fresh lube around my butthole. After only a few seconds of prep, she entered me. Her finger slid steadily deeper into my rectum as I pushed out to let her in. She seemed to be avoiding my prostate as one finger became two, and then a butt plug seated itself inside me. I breathed out as my asshole clenched on the fat toy.

She straddled me again. I was pleased and vexed at the same time. 'How much pussy torture would I have to endure this time?' I thought. But after only a few strokes of her hips, she reached behind her and stroked me. At first a ring of fingers slid up and down my shaft. Then she gripped me at the base and moved my tip through the petals of her flower.

Suddenly I again felt my tip catch against her opening. We held there still and breathing. She let go of my cock and put both hands on my chest for better control of her pelvis.

"I love you, Lee," Viktoria said softly. And then she left herself drop. And the head of my cock was surrounded my liquid velvet. "Uhrrrhgh," she made a sound that straddled pain and lust. God, she was tight. Her vaginal walls squeezed me so tightly it almost hurt my dick.

My wrists strained against the bindings. My natural urge was to grab her and pull her down, so I felt reluctantly grateful to be restrained.

Her hips slowly gyrated on me. Not really taking anymore in. Just changing the angle. Stretching herself on my manhood.

With a deep breath and a low moan, she slid back, further impaling herself onto me. Her juicy, hot quim felt like paradise. She panted with slow, deliberate thrusts, taking a little more of me inside her body each time. At last, she lowered herself enough so that enough of her thighs rested on me to take some of her weight. She leaned over me, and I felt pointy, erect nipples brush against me.

"Your dick never seemed this big before," she said in my ear, with enough playfulness in her voice to let me know it was praise not critique. I laughed and she shared a chuckle with me. I could have stayed there for the rest of my life.

She kissed me then. A hungry, needy kiss. Her tongue was still in my mouth when her hips resumed their fucking. But as her strokes became longer, she pulled away for oxygen. She gasped and moaned and I wondered if it was possible for her to be enjoying this more than I was. Her pace was accelerating, and now she squealed with every slap of her ass against my body. She had never been a vocal lover, but I loved the sounds she made. I imagined her little butt bouncing on me like she was riding a horse. If she was riding a horse, our pace would have been a gallop.

All at once, my need announced itself and I felt myself hurtling towards orgasm.

"Vik..." I gasped.

She understood instantly. She ripped off my blindfold and the image of my goddess bouncing on top of me crashed against my retinas.

"Cum for me, Lee. Cum inside me. Give it to me." She rode faster, sprinting towards the finish. I had permission, but I wanted to last for her. Her look was so intense. She eye-fucked me as she rode hard to make me give up my cum. I fought inevitability with everything I had.

"Fuck!" she screeched as her eyes slammed shut, and I felt her cunt clench down on me hard. I let go and the massive orgasm spread across me like a tidal wave. I felt it in my ass first as my sphincter clamped down on the plug, then it shot forward with the rest of my pelvic muscles pumping the first stream of white, hot jizz inside her pussy. The muscles in my arms and legs heaved against the restraints as I thrust myself as deeply into her cunt.

We moaned loudly together as we rode out the ripples of our orgasms. I swear the contractions of her vagina on my dick matched those of my anus on her plug. My moaning broke into a higher-pitched whimper as I painted her insides with my cream. She drained me completely.

She slumped over me, resting her forehead against mine. We panted against each other as we tried to catch our breaths. When our oxygen needs resolved, she kissed me again. The most tender kisses of my life.

She leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I gave you my maidenhead. You're the only man who has ever entered me, who's ever cum in me. I hope you're the only man who ever will." Then she lifted off of me in one impressively quick motion and all of the sudden I was staring at her swollen pussy. "Clean me," came the breathy command. She waited for me to start licking before she lowered herself to sit on my face. As my tongue lapped away obediently, she raised herself up to capture my gaze, silently dominating me with her eyes. With the taste of our combined juices hot and thick in my mouth and the image of her beauty above me, I had never felt as fully hers.

When she was satisfied, still carrying the lion's share of my cum inside her, she scooted back and kissed me again. She seemed to want a taste herself. Finally, she pulled back to look at me.

"Untie me?" I ventured.

She smiled. "One sec."

She hopped off of me and moved off somewhere above my head. In my post-orgasmic daze, I wasn't yet interested in my surroundings. She reappeared with a bundle in her hand, which she brought to my groin.

"Uggghhhh," I shouted and arched my back with shock as I felt the cold against my genitals. I shot daggers out of my eyes at her as she smiled back devilishly. "I was already going soft."

"Nah," she dismissed me, "this boy was still too big. Such a big cock you have."

Moments later, she pulled the ice pack off and locked me back up before untying the restraints. She crawled back on top of me and I took her in my arms gingerly, my arms sore and stiff from being held out so long. I cradled her head against my breast.

I thought to say something, like 'so this is a dungeon?' but nothing seemed worth breaking the silence for. My back was a little stiff, so I shifted her onto her side and maneuvered us into a spooning position. Her soft ass cheeks felt good against my body, though I wished I was uncaged. Then again, I probably would have fucked her again right there if I had been. I buried my nose in the softness of her hair, took a deep breath, and promptly fell asleep.