A Femme Domme Tale Ch. 01

For a split second I saw a bewildered look appear on his face and then he quickly complied with my order. I loved how his eyes were pointed at the wall at the head of the bed and not at me.

"Extend your arms."

Again he hurriedly followed my order.

Taking my time, I reached underneath the bed and produced two large leather cuffs that were attached to cable ties. The cable ties were securely fixed to the bedposts right above the carpet.

"Have you ever been restrained?"

I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my question before even asking it. However, I wanted to ask in an attempt to add a little more drama to the moment.

"No, Ma'am," he said, in a shaky, uneven voice.

I began to buckle the thick leather straps to his wrists while I spoke.

"You've spent so much time on the internet being a voyeur of other people's sex lives, yet you've had so few experiences of your own, wouldn't you agree?"

I watched as his face turned a deep crimson. "Yes, Ma'am."

His eyes followed my movement to his other hand as I buckled his other wrist into the large leather strap. I noticed that he was careful not to look into my eyes.

He pulled tight on the restraints, testing them, but everything held securely. There was a small amount of play in the cable ties, but not enough for him to move his arms very far.

"Do you think you'll be able to get away from me?"

He took a deep breath and I could tell he was resigning himself to this new situation. "No, Ma'am."

"I think you're right about that."

I took a moment to look at my husband. His chest was rising and falling with each rapid breath he took and his penis was throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. I also noticed that his cock was dripping and a little pool of pre-cum was forming on his stomach.

"You're so worked up, aren't you?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied between short, shallow sips of breath.

I reached down and dragged my fingernails across his chest, which caused him to gasp and take in a deep breath.

"I think it would be fun to have another glass of wine and check back on you in an hour or so."

He gasped. "No, Ma'am, please ..."

The horrified look on his face when I teased him about leaving the room brought another realization to my mind.

"I have a feeling that you still think tonight is about you."

A befuddled look broke onto his face. I could tell he had no idea where I was going with this. I couldn't help but smile.

"You only exist to serve me now." I paused for a moment to let my words sink in. "When and if you get any type of sexual pleasure will depend solely on how well you service me. How well you meet my needs and perform to my expectations. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he responded quickly.

"Tonight and every night hereafter is about me and what I want ... do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

I paused again and let everything I was telling him sink in. My eyes traveled to his cock and I noticed a string of pre-cum from the slit in the head of his penis down to the pool that had formed on his stomach.

"You're making quite a mess down there."

He looked down at his penis. "Yes, Ma'am."

I sat on the bed beside him and ran two fingers through the pool of pre-cum, collecting most of it. I examined the clear shiny liquid on the tips of my fingers.

"Look at me." His eyes met mine.

I made a loud, pronounced slurping sound as I licked his pre-cum off my fingers. I always loved the way his cum tasted and I had swallowed countless loads of it over the past two years since we had met.

His mouth dropped open as he watched me. I looked into his eyes as a wicked thought entered my mind.

"It's rude of me not to share, isn't it?"

His eyes got wide.

I reached down, grasped his cock, gave it a slow, hard pull, and watched as more of his pre-cum dribbled onto his stomach. I ran my fingers through the pool again, collecting more of his seminal fluid, and then held them up to his mouth. He knew what I wanted, yet there were a few seconds of hesitation, and I looked sternly into his eyes.

"What you do in the next few seconds will determine how the rest of this evening will go."

He took a deep breath and hungrily sucked my fingers into his mouth, cleaning his pre-cum from them. I smiled.

"Good boy. I think you deserve a reward for your obedience, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he quickly responded after swallowing the last of his pre-cum.

I took one of my large 36DD breasts in my hand and leaned forward, guiding my erect nipple into his mouth, and he immediately began sucking it hard.

"Easy ... take your time ... you have all night."

Chris eased up and began rolling my nipple around in his mouth, which caused me to let out a little moan. After a few moments, I leaned back and my nipple popped out of his mouth.

'Good boy ... now the other."

He immediately took my other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same luxurious treatment. Chris had always loved my big breasts, which were still very firm despite their size. This was so much better than one of our normal nights when foreplay consisted of a nipple twist or tongue flick. He was worshiping them now, just the way I wanted. After about a minute I withdrew the erect nipple from his mouth and stood up.

"Do you think you've earned the right to taste my pussy?"

"Oh, yes, please, Ma'am, please," he whimpered.

"I think you can beg better than that."

"Please, Ma'am, please let me taste your hot, wet pussy."

In all honesty, I wanted to feel his mouth on me probably more than he wanted to do it. My thong was completely soaked through and my juices were beginning to run down the inside of my thighs. I was certain I'd never been this wet before in my entire life.

I made a real show of slowly sliding the soaked thong down my thighs before stepping out of it, even though it was a bit of a challenge getting it over the boots. My pussy was a sticky, soaked mess and I was almost certain that my aromatic bouquet could be smelled at our front door. I moved to the foot of our bed.

"Get your tongue out of your mouth."

Chris complied, extending his tongue as far out as he could. Facing away from him, I lowered myself onto his waiting mouth. Almost immediately, it felt as if lightning bolts were shooting through my body.

He was moving his tongue up and down my slit, then inside me, then back out, over and over. I felt him move beneath me, pulling against his restraints as I applied more pressure to his face. It felt as if his mouth and tongue were simultaneously all over my vagina, even though I knew that was impossible.

I tried to hold back my orgasm, but it was an exercise in futility. His tongue kept brushing over my clit as it slid through my lips and then inside me and I released, shaking violently on top of him.

Once I was able to regain my senses, I stood up and broke contact with his mouth. I wanted to wait a minute or so because my clit always gets incredibly sensitive after an orgasm.

God, I felt so powerful. In the past, it was always him giving me oral sex. This was something so completely and totally different. This time, it was me fucking his face. Using him, using his mouth to pleasure myself, to get myself off. It was such a heady, erotic feeling.

I looked down, and his face and the top of his hairline were completely covered in my juices.

"Just keep your tongue out this time, and don't move it. Do you understand?"

He was still gasping, trying to catch his breath. I guess there were times when he wasn't getting much oxygen. I made a mental note to watch that.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said between deep inhales and exhales.

Again, I lowered myself onto Chris's face and his tongue went inside me. I moved slowly up and down and felt him lick the walls of my vagina before moving back out so he could get a couple of breaths of air. I moved my pussy around so his tongue was exactly where I wanted it; inside my vagina, then over my lips, then to my clit. It was like having a human dildo pleasuring me.

Every now and then his tongue went back into his mouth. On the third time, I pulled his hair hard. "Get that fuckin' tongue out," I screeched.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I'm sorry ..." he said between muffled gasps of breath.

I scooted forward just enough that his mouth was running over my asshole, and after my vaginal secretions and his saliva had me sufficiently lubed I worked his tongue in and out of my asshole as well.

His tongue had firmly drilled deep into my bottom when I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit, which caused me to release for the second time.

- - - - -

I wasn't sure how long it had been. Two hours? Maybe even three that I had been pleasuring myself on my husband's face. I came so many times I had long ago lost count. What I did know was that I was close to exhaustion.

After my last orgasm, I wobbled over to the chair next to our bed and got off my now-unsteady feet. My pussy hair was a tangled, matted mess, and the secretions from my vagina had run down the inside of my thighs and had nearly reached my knees. My pussy and ass felt like they would take a month to recover and my entire body was sore due to the almost non-stop orgasms.

I looked over at Chris, who was still restrained to the bed. His face was beet red and he was trying to catch his breath. His face and hair were totally soaked and he looked like a mess. He was also moving his jaw back and forth in an attempt to loosen it. He'd gone down on me quite a bit in the past, but we'd never had a marathon session like this.

Chris looked so beat, so broken, so totally vulnerable and used. At that moment, he looked perfect to me. My eyes traveled down to his penis. He was still hard and there was an almost bluish tint to his cock and balls.

I thought that a true Domme might leave him tied up and not give him relief. However, I wasn't quite at that level yet and I couldn't be that cruel. He had done very well for our first session and I needed to reward him. But first I had to get back into character.

I stood up from the chair. "Look at me."

His eyes tiredly met mine. "Yes, Ma'am," he responded.

"Do you think you've earned the privilege of having your cock inside me?"

"Yes, Ma'am, please, please let me have you."

I smiled and walked over to the edge of the bed. "Maybe I should ride your face a few more times first."

He shook his head from side to side; he was so tired he closed his eyes and couldn't form words to speak.

"I'll take pity on you just this once."

"Thank you, Ma'am, thank you," he said.

I got on the bed and then swung my leg over his stomach, straddling him. I slid back on his stomach until the head of his cock was resting at my aperture. I leaned in and kissed him, tasting myself on his mouth, and slid back until his cock was all the way inside my soupy-wet pussy.

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself and began grinding my pussy back into him. Even though I was squeezing the muscles of my vagina as hard as I could, I was still so incredibly wet I could barely feel him inside me. Again, because he was restrained, I was in complete control of the angle of his cock inside me, the pace, everything.

I was incredibly tired from our very intense session. Yet the feeling of power and control was undeniable and almost beyond explanation. Unlike our previous sexual experiences, he wasn't making love to me. I was using my pussy to milk his cock, to extract what I wanted from him, and only after he had pleasured me with his mouth countless times. I couldn't help but revel in the exhilarating feeling of strength and power that was coursing through my body.

Without realizing it, I was pushing back hard on his cock, which was sending sharp pain through my very-well-used vagina. However, it was also causing him to grunt and cry out.

"Oh, God, Ma'am, I'm going to ..."

I felt his strong blasts of semen squirt into my vagina over and over, and I squeezed my pussy hard on his cock before collapsing on top of him. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and I couldn't remember a time when he came so much.

In all honesty, I just wanted to untie him and get some sleep. However, there was one last thing I had to do, and one last precedent that was going to be set before I could pronounce our first session complete.

I pushed myself away from his body and our eyes met. "Open your mouth; there's one last duty you're going to perform."

His eyes went wide in shock at the realization of what I was about to make him do. "Please, Ma'am, please," he stammered.

I roughly took his mouth between my fingers and squeezed hard, which silenced him.

"From now on, this is going to be the price of your orgasms. If it comes out of your cock, it's going back in your mouth, do you understand me?"

He took a deep breath, as if resigning himself to what he knew was going to happen next.

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand."

I scooted my body forward until my pussy was directly above his face. Then I lowered myself down one last time and felt his tongue squirm inside of me.

In that moment, the feeling of power and control that I had over Chris was overwhelming and almost inebriating. While cleaning me, his tongue was making contact with my clit; my pussy began to spasm and contract and I had one last powerful orgasm as he licked and then sucked his semen from my vagina.

I collapsed on top of him and began to catch my breath. While recovering, I reveled in the fact that he had cleaned me with an incredible amount of zeal and bravado. I had been with quite a few men, but none of them had ever licked me after they'd come inside me.

Chris and I had never done anything like this before, and I had to admit I wasn't even sure that he'd be willing to taste his own semen. However, I was more than ready to administer a punishment had he refused. Incredulously, I got the feeling that it would have been a letdown for him had I not made him do it.

Once he was finished, I looked down and inspected my pussy and then his face. He had actually been quite thorough and there were only minute traces of his semen left on the lips of my vagina. I also checked his mouth and it was quite evident that he had swallowed the cum that he had collected from inside me. Considering the very large load he'd put inside me, I felt he'd done an excellent job.

Satisfied, I reached over and unclasped one of Chris's wrists from the restraints, and then the other. I then slid off of him and rested by his side, and he pulled me tight against him and we embraced lovingly. We shared several minutes of comfortable silence while we held each other and caught our breath. Finally, Chris broke the silence.

"Thank you so much for this evening, Ma'am."

I smiled. I almost felt silly now, hearing him call me that. Yet I liked the fact that he wasn't willing to break character, even though we had completed the scene.

"You don't have to call me that all the time, Chris, only when we are in a scene or if I give you a direct order."

He smiled. "Okay, Greta."

We enjoyed a few more moments of comfortable silence. I was having a difficult time keeping my heavy eyes open due to the sheer exhaustion of the evening, but then I remembered an article that I'd read while doing my research about debriefing once the session was over.

"Did you have a problem with anything we did, or is there anything we need to talk about?" I said softly.

There were a few moments of silence. "No, Greta, I loved it all and everything was perfect." He paused for a few seconds before continuing. "It might've been a little bit difficult at first licking my cum out of you, but overall it was the best night of my life."

I smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Chris."

I slid to the edge of the bed, removed my boots, and unhooked the tight corset from my body. I thought of taking a shower, or even a nice, hot, relaxing bath. But all I really wanted was a few hours of sleep.

I got back into bed and snuggled up against Chris, and he pulled me tight against him. Interestingly, my mind drifted back to the first time we had made love. There had been a feeling of newness, of wonder, and immense joy. I couldn't help but smile because the passion was definitely back.

As I drifted off, I took a few minutes to reflect on how successful our first session was, and that made me realize just how much I still had to learn. Tonight was just the tip of the iceberg when I thought of all the things that I had planned for Chris in the upcoming months. However, it was a good start and I'd accomplished all my goals.

Chris had agreed to the redefinition of our marriage with me in charge. Additionally, he did everything I asked him to do, and the majority of the time he was very enthusiastic.

What I would require of him in the upcoming months would be very difficult. However, I was fairly certain that he felt he was living his dream, and as long as that remained the case there was a fairly good chance that this would work and we'd both be happy. Maybe happier than we've ever been.

"Ummm ... Ma'am," he whispered. "What do you have planned for us tomorrow?"

I chuckled a little, then clumsily reached up and found his face in the dark. I gave it a half-decent slap.

"Settle down. You'll find that I'm just getting warmed up."