Becoming Kitty Pt. 01

Prelude

One evening, emboldened after a couple of glasses of wine I confessed to Elle, my wife, I wanted to explore some aspects of female domination. We'd been together for over a decade and had an incredibly strong marriage where we shared and managed everything together.

For as long as I could remember I had got turned on by the thought of being dominated although I had come to realise this was something that ran deeper in my psyche. On a few occasions over the years I'd mentioned that one of my fantasies was for her to do the dominatrix thing, although it never went anywhere.

Elle had always been more submissive sexually, preferring being on the bottom or receiving end, and never liking receiving oral. I regarded the latter as one of the more dominant things a girl can get a guy to do in the realm of 'vanilla' sex because it makes him subservient, exclusively satisfying her needs.

However, this was either something she was uncomfortable with, or just wasn't particularly interested in. Or maybe I just wasn't very good at it! Either way, it never played out and I only ever mentioned it whilst talking dirty during sex. Despite this, rather than being something that passed, I'd come to realise it was part of something more broad.

Initially, I thought it was based on the appeal of the confidence needed to play the role although I'd come to realise at least part of the attraction was me being submissive or subservient.

So, my heart pounded as I broached the subject. I explained that for a long time I'd had certain fantasies that broadly fell under the umbrella of 'female domination', and that it was something I wanted to be honest with her about. I made it clear that it was something I wanted to try but did not want it to change our lives/sex lives. I loved the sex we had, but I was interested to explore these fantasies. Lastly, and importantly, I wanted to reassure her I did not want her to do anything she was not comfortable with.

She was understandably slightly taken aback, I suspect because 'female domination' sounds extreme, and she probably didn't have an idea what it constituted, beyond the stereotypical image of a dominatrix.

Not wanting to freak her out, I was careful to make it clear it was only certain aspects of this genre that appealed, which were broadly associated with teasing and humiliation.

I had given a lot of thought to why I had these desires and concluded that it was probably due to the attraction of relinquishing control to somebody I could trust. Control was something I'd established in my professional life and surrendering it, by being 'made' to do certain humiliating things for which I could not be accountable was, inexplicably, something that turned me on.

Elle listened, her silence giving no indication of how she felt. Having only discussed 'femdom' in broad terms she'd be forgiven for assuming it was more extreme than in reality.

After that conversation, and clearly after she had given what I had said some thought, she requested I be specific and write a list of things i wanted to explore. There was a lot I could include but I reasoned I'd only incorporate the main themes and not be too specific so she could approach it on her terms. This was the list -

Her being more dominant

- Her dressing up in dominant clothing (lingerie, leather, latex, corset, suspenders, heels...)

- Her generally being more assertive, such as telling me to do things, specifically during sex

- Her putting her sexual pleasure first, and making me obey her

- Using more dominant positions during sex with her on top and in control

- Making me refer to her as Mistress, Miss...

- Punishments for not obeying her

Teasing

- Teasing me by turning me on but controlling when and if I deserve release

- Playing with me and/or herself and not letting me take part

- Light bondage, including blindfold and using restraints

Humiliation

- Make me beg

- Make me kneel in front her

- Make me be naked when she is clothed

- As a punishment making me think of new ideas of how she could humiliate me

- Make me admit that being made to do something humiliating turns me on

For a period of time after I'd given her the list she'd occasionally ask me questions about it. This in itself felt like a tease and she could tell it turned me on. She'd clearly been doing research on at least some of these things and I felt her queries aimed to get a more specific idea about them. She also asked me to write a list of things that I did not want to explore. Between the original list I had given her, the new list of hard nos, she now could infer a middle 'grey' area of where she could explore.

I thought no more of it until one Friday evening.

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After a few glasses of wine to blow away the week, and a dinner I had prepared, I asked Elle if she fancied anything else. She stood up, said she was going up to our bedroom and instructed me to come up in 15 minutes, after I had cleared everything up. Before turning around and leaving, she leant in and gave me a prolonged kiss, at the end of which she playfully bit my lower lip.

Intrigued at the prospect that Elle had something planned, and her assertiveness, I cleared the table and blew out the candles. Arriving at the door to the bedroom I was surprised to find it shut, with a hand written note attached.

'Once you're dressed, wearing only what is hanging on the door, knock twice, L x'

Elle signed the note with an imprint of her lips in a bright red lipstick. I'd bought her the lipstick, partly as a joke a few years ago, although she always said it wore her, rather than the other way round. She knew it drive me crazy though.

Looking down I noticed one of my ties on the door handle, along with what looked like a blindfold. Standing at the doorway, confused at what to do next I started to put the tie around my neck before reading the note again.

'... wearing only what is hanging on the door...'

Did she really want me to strip? After initially hesitating I started to undress and felt my cock stir at the thought of it.

Despite being in the privacy of our home I felt self conscious standing in the hallway stripping. Having put on the tie, and secured the blindfold, my other senses became amplified and I was suddenly aware of how aroused I had become. With some trepidation I knocked twice, as instructed.

'Knock, knock.'

I made out footsteps, then heard the door open. There was a pause then, in silence, I felt myself being led by my tie into the bedroom.

Elle broke the silence, 'Well, it certainly looks like somebody's excited to dress up for me'. As she said this I felt her playfully run her finger down my torso and stopping tantalisingly short of my now hard cock.

'Whilst I approve, I think I have a better use for that tie'.

Elle proceeded to take off my tie and then slowly circled me, inspecting her prey. When she had come full circle, standing in front of me she gently traced the silk material back and forth across my cock and then around my balls, teasing me.

'Hands behind your back.'

When she spoke it was with a calm authority. She did not need to shout for me to obey. She proceeded to tie my hands together behind my back. I could have resisted but she was in total control and we both knew it.

'Now, be a good boy and get on your knees'.

The condescending reference only increased my arousal.

'There are going to be a few rules' Elle continued. 'First, you will not speak unless told to do so'.

'Ok', I meekly replied.

'Smack!' I felt a sting on my ass where Elle had used what I could only imagine was a whip or riding crop.

After the immediate shock, the pain subsided and was replaced with a sensation of warmth.

'Second, you will address me as Mistress.'

'Yes... Mistress'.

The weakened tone of my voice echoed my feeling of subservience.

'Good boy. Now, I want to play a game. If you can tell me exactly what I'm wearing I'll give you a reward, however, if you fail you'll be punished. Agreed?'

'Yes Mistress'.

'Good, seeing as you won't be using your hands I'd suggest you use your lips, starting at my feet.'

With my sight removed and hands bound I lowered my lips in search for my Mistress's shoe.

'Warm, warmer... bingo!' Elle cooed as I found her foot.

I started to place kisses around her foot, immediately recognising that she was wearing heels, which were at least 5" and, judging from the smooth feel against my lips, were finished in patent leather.

Much like the red lipstick, Elle infrequently wore heels, not unreasonably complaining that they killed her feet, but she knew what affect it had on me when she did. At 5'4" she was shorter than me but when she wore heels we stood eye to eye.

After planting kisses around her feet, my attention then moved to her legs and I felt the unmistakably smooth feel of nylon.

'Having fun down there?' Elle was clearly enjoying the sight of me naked and bound at her feet.

'Yes, Mistress'.

'Good, any guesses so far?'

'Heels, Mistress?'

'Good boy! Anything else??'

'Stockings?'

Whack! Another sting on my ass as my transgression of her second rule was immediately punished.

'Stockings what?'

'Stockings... Mistress? Sorry Mistress.'

'Better. Hmmm, are you sure?'

My lips moved up her legs, planting kisses as I went. As I reached her thigh the lace band around her stockings gave way to bare skin, confirming my suspicion.

Working around her thigh, a satin strap led me up her hip. I expected to find a suspender belt although she appeared to be wearing a corset finished in a smooth fabric like satin. My lips traced the contours of Elle's narrowing waist as I climbed slowly up her body. Unexpectedly, the corset finished under her bust, and my kisses landed on her bare breast. Elle guided my mouth to one of her now hard nipples which I kissed, then sucked gently, working my tongue in circles, evidently to her approval.

'Hmm, that's a good boy.'

Elle's breathing shortened as she moved my mouth from one nipple to the other.

Images raced through my mind of the outfit that I was piecing together. The combination of Elle's dominance, and my complete submission, made me harder than I could remember.

'Knickers?' She asked, clearly enjoying me struggling to play her game while I worshipped her body with my lips.

From placing kisses in her cleavage I moved my lips down the line of clasps that ran vertically down the corset. As I passed her navel I started to sense the intoxicating scent and warmth between her legs. Clearly, being in control was having an affect on her as well as me.

Still planting small kisses my lips moved lower where they met satin but as I inched closer Elle stepped back, 'Bonus if you can guess what style of knickers I'm wearing'.

As I resumed this salacious guessing game it was immediately apparent she'd turned around - my lips once again met skin, only this time it was her ass. I felt her contours narrow as my kisses searched for the fabric that would tell me what style of knickers she was wearing. As my next kiss discovered the narrow string of smooth fabric I realised my face now rested firmly between her warm cheeks.

'G string, Mistress?'

I heard a moan as she widened her stance slightly and bent at the waist, pushing her ass onto my lips, as I continued to administer kisses.

'Clever boy, you've earned your bonus'.

This was a new level of kink from Elle. She was never comfortable with me going down on her, let alone kissing her ass.

'Hmmm, that feels rather naughty. I could get used to the idea of you on your knees kissing my ass. Now use your tongue.'

I could feel my cock twitch at the humiliation of pleasuring her in this way. With my nose buried between her cheeks, I could make out the indentation of her ass with the tip of my tongue through the thin strip of soft satin fabric. More moans from Elle suggested she was enjoying the sensation, as she bent over to give me better access.

'So, what's it going to be then, reward or punishment?'

Still on my knees, with her perfect ass smothering my face, I ran through the list of what she was wearing.

'Heels, Mistress?'

'Correct.'

'Stockings, Mistress?'

'Correct again.'

'G string, Mistress?'

In a condescending tone, 'Correct. You are a clever boy, you clearly know your knickers!'

'Corset, Mistress?'

'Excellent, one more and you'll have earned your reward.'

At this point I was stumped. I couldn't think of anything else.

Clearly sensing this Elle came up with a proposition. 'I'll give you a clue but only if you promise to do something for me in return. Deal?'

I was conflicted because I was enjoying how Elle had built this scenario and I was desperate to claim my reward, but I was apprehensive about what I'd be signing up to. She'd already gone beyond anything we'd done together although, at this point, I was desperate so I would have agreed to anything.

Still on my knees, I had no choice. 'Yes, please could I have a clue Mistress.'

'Well, seeing as you asked so nicely. So, it is something I'm wearing but is not an item of clothing. Now, I'll give you three guesses. Sound fair?'

Reluctantly, I had to agree to the terms.

'Yes, Mistress.'

I realised she must be wearing jewellery and I cast my mind to think what she usually wore.

'Pearl earrings, Mistress?'

'Strike one. Nice try! Two guesses left.'

'Necklace, Mistress?'

'Strike two! Oh dear, only one more guess remaining.'

Rather than sounding sorry, it was evident she was already savouring her victory.

Then it struck me. There must be one piece of jewellery she would be wearing. Despite still tendering to her ass with my tongue I managed a hint of defiance.

'Wedding ring, Mistress.'

Savouring her victory she reached back with a hand to push my face further into her ass. 'Strike three! Tut tut tut. And you thought you were so close!'

I couldn't believe it. What else could she be wearing?

'Silly boy. You thought you were clever but my note should have given you a clue.'

My mind went back to the note and I immediately recalled the imprint of red lipstick Elle had used to sign off her note.

'Lipstick, Mistress?'

'Russian Red, I thought it went rather well with my outfit.'

When she said that I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it.

Finally stepping away and turning to address me, Elle summarised the state of play. 'So, let's recap. You did not guess what I am wearing, and you owe me for giving you a clue. That means instead of me giving you a reward I'm going to have to punish you. What a fun game this is!'

She bent down and whispered into my ear, 'Such a shame because I was thinking about allowing you to worship my beautiful pussy.'

Elle knew the affect this would have on me. I often tried to go down on her when we had sex but she never acquiesced so being denied now was beyond frustrating.

'Oh well, I suppose I'll have to think of another way that you can give me pleasure.'

'Stand up.'

I struggled to get up from my knees, still with my hands bound behind my back and blindfolded.

'It looks like you're having enough fun for the both of us', Elle said as she lightly stroked my aching cock.

'Now that just doesn't seem fair does it?'

'No, Mistress'.

Elle pushed me back and, as the backs of my legs met the frame of the bed, I was helpless to stop myself falling back onto it. Laying on the bed, on my bound arms, I was immobile.

'I'm glad you agree. So, Rule 3 is that my pleasure comes first.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

Elle walked around the bed so she was standing next to me.

'Open your mouth.'

Nervously, I complied, not sure what Elle had planned. I then felt her put something into my mouth and instantly recognised the taste.

'Seeing as you guessed the type of knickers I was wearing, it seems fair you get to taste them as a reward. That should occupy your tongue while I have some fun.'

I could taste her on the soft fabric, which only heightened my frustration at being denied my reward.

Elle stepped up on the bed, and I visualised her standing over me with stocking clad legs and corset, and red lipstick.

She then proceeded to stroke the toe of her heel along the length of my hard cock, and playfully tapped my naked balls.

'Now, what am I going to do with you?'

She walked up the bed so she was straddling my head.

'Too bad you're blindfolded because I think you'd like the view.'

She lowered herself to sit on my chest with her legs either side of my body.

'As your tongue and hands are all tied up I guess I'm going have to pleasure myself.'

I could hear as she started to play with herself inches from my face, which added to my immense frustration. After what must have been a few minutes, Elle started to gently moan as I heard her rhythm increase.

'Seeing you all turned on and helpless has made me all wet. Maybe because you enjoyed kissing my ass so much you should have some more practice.' She stifled a giggle, 'Ha, I bet you'd love that!'

With her knickers in my mouth I couldn't speak but it would have made no difference. Her question was rhetorical.

'Yes, maybe you could have the honour of kissing my ass, while I play with myself. That seems fair.'

She swung a leg over my head so she was now facing down my body before gently lowered herself onto my face, with my nose resting between her cheeks again, and my lips perfectly placed to administer the attention she desired.

Continuing to play with herself she slowly started to grind on my face, reaching behind with one hand to get better purchase. With her ankles clenched either side of my head my hearing was restricted although I could hear Elle's moans grow as her rhythm quickened.

After some minutes she neared climax and, placing her hands on my hips to get better purchase, she leant forward and used my face as her personal sex toy to bring herself to a powerful orgasm.

As Elle gently came down off her high, her breathing recovered and she slowly raised herself off my face allowing me to take a deep breath. As she rose from her saddle I felt the cool air as it hit my now wet face.

I snapped back from subspace as Elle took my cock into her hand. I felt a finger rub pre cum from its tip and worked it in circles, teasing me.

'Still so hard... I am not sure if you've deserved to cum though.'

Making her way down my body she turned to face me again. Now taking my cock in her hand she teased me by gently lowering herself to take only the first two inches into her soaking pussy.

Leaning forward, so she was laying on my chest, she ran a finger across my lips.

'Open.'

I opened my mouth and Elle removed the knickers she'd used to gag me, and then the blindfold.

It took my eyes several seconds to adjust, and to take in the sight of Elle laying on me. Fixing my gaze, she took a little more of me into her as she bit her bright red lower lip.

She maintained eye contact as she slowly sat upright, taking my full length inside her. I nearly exploded as I was desperate for release.

'Like what you see?'

For the first time I could take in the full picture. Elle looked stunning. Her dark, glossy hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, exposing her beautiful face, which was accentuated with dark eye make up and that Russian Red lipstick. The black satin corset framed the contours of her hourglass figure whilst exposing her perfect breasts. She was completely shaved, save for a thin strip of pubic hair leading to her perfect pussy. I could feel the warmth of her smooth nylon stockings and saw that she was still wearing her jet black patent leather heels, with bright red soles to match her lipstick.

Overcome by the vision of sex and dominance straddling me, I meekly replied, 'Yes Mistress.'

'Remember Rule 3?'