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Starting a FemDom marriage in the Vanilla Kingdom

Fantasy (Part 1)

This is one of the recurring fantasies I’ve been having over the past couple of weeks.  Enjoy!

It was a Saturday like any other.  The baby was taking her midday nap and I was sitting on the couch doing some writing on my laptop.

My wife called down from upstairs and asked me to bring up the basket full of clean laundry and help her put it away, so I saved what I was working on, picked up the basket, and headed upstairs.

I made it into the middle of the bedroom before I heard my wife’s voice come from the direction of the closet.

"STOP!  Don’t turn around.  Set the basket down then kneel on the floor."

Her tone startled me and immediately caused goose bumps to rise on my arms.  I did as I was told, and once I was kneeling I felt my wife walk up behind me and, when I could sense her directly behind me, shocked me again by grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back.

"WHO DO YOU SERVE?"

"Y-y-you." I stammered, my brain still trying to make the shift from everyday household life to sub mode.

"WHAT IS MY NAME?"

"Mistress"

Mistress Jacqueline laughed airily and released my hair.  "Very good, boy."  She then walked around in front of me and I got to see Her for the first time.  Mistress was certainly dressed for the part wearing some revealing black lingerie and stockings and between the outfit and my extremely submissive vantage point my cock started to rise.

"Why are you still dressed, boy?  Strip!"  As I started to get up so I could undress, Mistress put a hand on my shoulder.  "Did I say you could stand up?  You’re not off to a very good start, are you?"

So, from my position on the floor, I started to remove my clothes.  The shirt was easy, but getting my pants off required lying on the floor and scooting out of them.  All the while, Mistress was poking at me with her feet and teasing me as I struggled to get naked.  As soon as I managed to get my clothes completely off, I kneeled once again in front of my Mistress.

"Bow your head."

I lowered my head per Her command and She stepped forward, reached around behind me, and buckled my collar around my neck.  My head started spinning as a huge wave of emotion swept over me.  Mistress put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up until our eyes met.

"Is that better, boy?"

A tear rolled down my cheek as I replied, "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled sweetly at me, then slid Her hand down into the waistband of her outfit.  When she pulled it out, Her fingers were shiny with Her sacred juices which She then gently rubbed across my lips.  Her taste and smell set off more fireworks inside my head and my cock jumped at the thought of what was to come.

Mistress Jacqueline walked over to the dresser and picked up a small leather leash and then returned to clip it onto my collar.

"Come on, boy," She said as she started walking toward the bed, the two feet of leash immediately growing taught and forcing me to scramble down to all fours to crawl behind her.  We fortunately didn’t have too far to go and as soon as we reached the bed, Mistress told me to wait then dropped a pillow on the floor to kneel on.  She the sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to scoot up.

Mistress lifted my head again until we made eye contact while at the same time sliding her stockinged foot against my growing cock.  "Okay, my little slut - here are the rules for this little exercise.  You are going to bring me to orgasm at least twice using only your mouth.  I will allow you to stroke yourself while you service me, but you will not be allowed cum until I give permission.  Your main goal is to pleasure me.  If I feel that your stroking is distracting you, I’m taking away your touching privileges until I’m ready.  Do you fully understand the rules?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She stood up and slid Her outfit’s satin bottoms down exposing Her sacred spot to me.  After kicking them to the side, She sat back on the bed, reclined back, and placed her legs on my shoulders.

Once she was situated,  Mistress said "You may begin" and pulled me forward with my leash.  Mistress’s sacred spot was already moist as I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of it, teasing and gently sucking on Her clit before starting to flick it rapidly with my tongue.

WHAP!  I was startled out of my service and realized that Mistress had bopped me lightly on the head with the tip of her favorite riding crop.  "HEY!  This isn’t a race, boy! Slow the fuck down!"

I did as I was told, gently lapping as Mistress’s juices flowed into my mouth.  I also took advantage of her generous offer and kept one hand on my cock, stroking myself as pre-cum dripped from the tip, stopping only when I feared that I might go too far.  Each time I hit the edge of orgasm, it made me want it that much more.  The excited sounds Mistress was making added to my spiraling arousal, making each trip to the edge that much shorter.

After about twenty minutes, Mistress’s moans reached a crescendo and She grabbed fistfuls of my hair in both hands and grinding Herself into my face in an explosive orgasm.  Once She was done, she released me with a shove and went limp on the bed.

After catching Her breath, she said "Not bad, boy.  Let’s start on number two…"

The process began anew - me gently probing Mistress’s enticing folds with my tongue as She set pace with light slaps from the riding crop.  After only a few minutes, I had to give up my stroking as I was edging constantly and was afraid I might not be able to stop myself from cuming. 

Time slowed to a crawl and my jaw ached as I tried to keep the slow, steady pace.  Finally, Mistress grabbed my hair again in anticipation of another loud, wet orgasm. 

Once Mistress came back to Earth, she sat up and teased the tip of my rock-hard cock with her stockinged foot.  She also reached out with one head and stroked my hair.  "Good boy!  You did such a good job for your Mistress!  I bet you’re ready for your release right about now.  Is that true, boy?"

"Yes, Mistress!"  Her silk-encased toes felt so good on my cock and I felt myself nearly on the brink again.

"You just want to shoot that sticky mess, don’t you?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"What do you say, boy?"

"Please, Mistress!  Please let me cum!  Please!"  I was almost in tears again, this time from pure sexual frustration.  Every part of my body called out for release and I just kept begging and begging, hoping Mistress would show me some mercy.

With a wicked smile, Mistress stopped her teasing and said, "I don’t think so, boy.  You haven’t served me in quite some time and it’s obvious you’ve gotten rusty.  You need to understand who controls that cock of yours.  Is it your cock?"

"No, Mistress," I said with a light sob.

"And who’s cock is it?"

"Yours, Mistress."

"That’s right!  And you’ll know it for sure now!  You will not cum today and I’m suspending your touching privileges.  If you are really good for the next 24 hours, I may decide to give you a treat.  Now then, why don’t you change the sheets and start putting away the laundry…"

Part 2 is here.

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