Joining the Femdom World: Chapter 7
The following day, I opened my eyes in her bed. I could faintly remember tripping upstairs and falling asleep together. She had been gazing at me from the start. My naked skin felt delightful on her linens, which were still greased from her generous oiling of me.
"Hey," I mumbled.
"I've ruined your panties," she announced, laughing.
"You're bizarre," I chuckled back.
"It's a new experience for me. I tried to be completely upfront with you," she ribbed. "Listen, there's something I wish to share."
My brows furrowed a bit. This vacation hadn't exactly been a walk in the park.
"One of my best friends is having a ceremonial chaining tomorrow night. I scheduled our trip to overlap with it."
"She's linking her submissive?"
"No, she's chaining her sub. You can meet him and ask questions to get a better understanding. It's an occasion where it becomes official, and friends and family come to congratulate them."
"Wow. If we proceed with this, will there be a similar ceremony for us in a year?"
"If you take my collar next week, we'd come back to the United States, settle our affairs, and return to Algoria for at least twelve months."
"I can't uproot my life," I exclaimed. "What about my job? What about your job?!"
"We can work remotely. I already spoke with your boss."
"You spoke to my boss?! How long had this been planned?"
"Since the beginning," she confessed, grinning from ear to ear. "Your joy is what matters most to me. You have no reason to worry."
I fell silent, overwhelmed by the thought that this could actually happen. Her hand grasped my chin and faced me towards her.
"I've spoken to him and insisted that I need to understand your professional options as we consider starting a family," she assured me. "He is understanding."
My eyes widened. "I can't believe you already discussed this with my boss..." My thoughts raced, wondering if I would ever stop being surprised by this woman.
"Of course I did. I'm determined to make you happy. You value your career, and I trust my decisions."
When she saw I had no further objections, she sealed our discussion with a kiss. Later on, we engaged in sporadic kissing throughout the day, our uncontrollable horniness resembling that of teenagers. I pondered whether we'd repeat it that night.
As she dressed in the afternoon, Viktoria advised, "Clean yourself out before you shower. I can't wait to re-enter that ass tonight." With a soft touch, she planted a sweet kiss on my cheek before disappearing. I filled the enema bag eagerly, my butthole instinctively pushing the plug inward as if to signal the impending discomfort of its purpose. But Viktoria's excited urge for me was irresistible. We hurried down the stairs. [
That evening, she prepared a superb meal for us. We celebrated a silent holiday. We had both succumbed, trusted each other, experienced each other in a new way, and hadn't been betrayed by the other. The experience had deepened our connection. Open communication flowed, and I was closer to her than I'd ever thought possible with another human. At the time, it seemed that the most challenging hurdles had been surpassed, and future tasks would be relatively easy.
We got somewhat intoxicated on Algorian wine. Was it laced with aphrodisiacs or was she naturally seductive? I found myself greedily savoring a premium vintage while straddling her. She snatched my hand away with determination in her eyes.
"I can't hold out any longer. Let's go now," she whispered with an erotic luster. Dragging me by the hand, she led me down the stairs. My butthole squeezed the plug as if to provoke me of the ordeal it was preparing me for. But Viktoria's boundless gratification was contagious. She yearned for me. I also discovered that I was quite keen on her dominating me again.
She led us inside, closed the large door, and locked it firmly behind us. She then forced me back against the wood paneling, pushed her tongue into my mouth, and jumped on top of me. She grabbed my ass and ground her hungry body against me, while simultaneously pulling my lips to her neck. Trusting me with her full weight, she leaned back to remove her shirt over her head, showing off her perfect breasts. She discarded the garment somewhere behind her before slowly unsnapping her bra. I quickly burned her voluptuous tits into my memory, before she shoved her cleavage towards my face. My tongue became wild, swooping in and out, motorboating her before she grabbed my hair and forced me to her erect nipple.
"Ummmm, yes, fuck, suck on me baby!"
She pressed her chest against mine, cramming as much of her breast into her mouth as possible. I devotedly laved her areola, then gently bit her.
"Yes, yes, just like that, mmmm, such a fucking, good boy."
Her grip on my hair pulled me towards her second breast. "Yes, yes, just like that, mmmm, such a fucking, good boy."
Despite my hard-on trapped in my chastity device, I could feel a fervent pressure in my genitals, focused on my swollen prostate and tight taint. My ass contracted on the butt plug she had inserted earlier.
"Down, down!" she urged, shoving me to my knees.
Yanking off my shirt, she stepped towards me and grabbed my hair. She laughed hysterically because she was humping her soaked panties against my chin while my hands massaged her buttocks to support her. Her hand that wasn't in my hair pulled her damp underwear to the side. My tongue was eager, licking at her exposed clit, and yearned to reach her fleshy folds. She stepped closer, causing me to bend over my heels, pinning me to the door. Her pelvis ground into my face as she humped against me.
Viktoria took a step back, gasping firmly, and accused, "You mischievous child! You're trying to make me cum prematurely?!" Her grumpy facade belied her satisfied smile.
My face was red and damp from the stimulation of her pussy. In the haze from the alcohol and the humor of her reproach, I just stared at her.
Refusing to admit defeat, she shook her head. "Useless. Get your pants off and crawl behind me."
Obeying, I followed her to a slightly raised leather bench. Vik signaled, saw my desperate face, and raised an eyebrow. Without hesitation, I assumed the position.
She removed her wet panties and attached a dildo I'd never seen before. She explored her vagina with the insertable part, moaning in ecstasy. After adjusting the straps, she smothered her rod with lube, wanking it with abandon.
Astonished by her choice of sex toy, I raised my wrists.
"Sweet baby, no restraints tonight. However, I want you to actively enjoy receiving your anal fucking. Now, rest your cheek against the leather, arch your back, and lift that big, submissive ass into the air, offering it to me!"
In one swift motion, she pulled my underwear down, revealing my naked, flushed butt. I inhaled, bracing myself for her finger. Instead, she hummed disapprovingly against my skin.
\"Nooo!\" My reflexes kicked in--I thrust forwards and clutched my buttcheeks stubbornly.
Enraged by my denial, Viktoria retaliated by slapping my posterior three times in quick succession. "How dare you say that to me!" She snarled, swatting me again for emphasis. "What's going on there?" She sounded genuinely bewildered. "When a woman dons a bigger dildo than you've ever experienced before offers to gently prepare you with her tongue, you should bend the fuck over!"
Unwilling to relent, I swallowed my spit but maintained silence. Glancing up, I noticed a chain with metal cuffs hanging above the bench's head. I held out my wrists.
"Awww, how sweet baby. But no restraints tonight. I know you want this, and I want to witness you willingly accepting your anal reaming."
I'm truly sorry, Vik. Your unexpected act left me feeling rather taken aback. This isn't something I'm accustomed to, you see.
Her appetite for lust was swiftly taking over her anger. "Spread that ass for me, darling."
It took some reluctance from me to fulfill the task of exposing my anus to her.
"Oh, Lee, Lee, Lee, you're in real need of my help. You need to allow me to stretch out this passageway or else you might not be able to handle the fucking I've planned for you... My goodness, I'm feeling incredibly aroused."
Her hands interlocked around the point where my thighs met my bottom, beneath my own widening hands. I gasped once again when her tongue made contact with my anal region.
"Oh my, dearie. I'm going to penetrate this rear opening tonight, my dear. I must admit, I'm a bit tipsy and rather randy. I may not be capable of maintaining complete control of myself once I'm all the way inside you. Therefore, the most prudent action - as a precaution - is to increase the moisture and loosen up this opening before we have sex."
Vik's typical speeches were eloquent and thoughtful. However, her present pronouncements felt ordinary. But they must have fulfilled her own standards since she fell silent and began to kiss my anus. Her tongue traced circular patterns around the edges of my anus, intermittently probing the center of my crater for weakness. Her lips sucked and slurped on my anus, creating lewd wet sounds and vocalizing her gratification. She was an unrestrained pervert taking what she desired.
The situation was proving too much for me. Reminded by the sting in my newly spanked cheeks not to object or to release my grip on the flesh I was separating for her, I whimpered when her tongue penetrated me. My lower body relaxed a bit, and her tongue swiftly exited my anus.
Vik sniggered and chuckled. A sharp backward yank resulted in a yelp escaping my throat, prompting my hips to arch back involuntarily, reducing the strain. To her satisfaction, she returned to my crack, putting her mouth against my anus. Her tongue thrust back into my rectum. I wailed in shame, uttering unintelligible phrases as I drowned in subspace. The delicate muscular ring of my anus hugged tightly to her tongue. I could feel it holding on to her, refusing to relinquish its hold. I was well aware of my waist undulating in almost imperceptible rotations, trying to entice more of her to enter. My body was a doxy. It had chosen her. I was destined to be hers.
When she withdrew from me at last, a groan escaped my lips, and there was no denying the craving and disappointment in the tone.
"Don't fret, sweetheart. I'll make love to you again soon." Her tone was harsh. She knew. She knew I was a whore.
"Put your hands under your shoulders and stay there like a good little puppy dog. Grasp either side of the bench securely."
I followed her instructions, looking at a hole in the bench before me.
"Look at me, Lee."
Forces of anguish clouded my visage, but I managed to raise my head slightly and gaze at her over my shoulder. She was clutching her penis in her hand with one hand, and the other was lodged on my bottom, maintaining a firm grip. A serious expression adorned her face.
"Your hands must stay in place, pet. No exceptions allowed. You completely understand me, don't you, boy?"
I attempted to communicate with a nod, but then she smacked my buttocks with her hand.
"DO YOU COMPREHEND?"
"Yes, Mistress, yes I understand."
Her demeanor had never been so bossy with me. It felt as though she was making up for allowing me to take her the night before. Maybe it was her authentic self and she'd finally found the freedom to exhibit it.
The thumb pulled out, but not completely, leaving it nestled inside my sphincter while she deliberated whether to accept my response. "Let's settle on 'Mistress' for the remainder of the night." She punctuated her statement by thrusting her thumb into my rectum.
"Yes, Mistress, I understand." She'd never before been so domineering with me. I pondered if she'd taken my penis last night to make amends or if this was her true self emerging and granting me a glimpse of it.
As the thumb receded, its departure was not total. Her thick phallus rested against my sphincter. My respiratory rate heightened. Uncertainty consumed my mind as to what would take place. However, my body didn't miss a beat. It inclined its back, lifted its hips, relaxed its sphincter, and returned to her cock. Her fat dick head entered my rectum.
"Does it hurt, sweetheart? I'm guessing it does. I bet that snug, damp, pink hole is feeling sore around my thick cock, yeah darling?" her voice twisted with malice directed at me.
She was never this crude or disrespectful. It made me loathe myself even more while wanting her more. When she reached the bottom, I sensed the colder metal clasp on her harness lodging into the warmth of my ass. This contrasted with the fiery burn in my ass. I felt stuffed. There was pain there, and my body was almost at its breaking point, yet it didn't want to give up. Her body bent over mine to whisper in my ear.
"Do you feel that, honey? I'm fully embedded within you. This is how we're meant to be. This is what comes to my mind when I think of us. And you desire it...slut..." she murmured like a snake before sticking her tongue in my ear. I cried out in objection and pulled my ear away. She mounted me, thrusting harder and bringing my attention back to my hole.
"Or at least you will when I'm through training you," she hollered as she began screwing me, pushing her dick in and out.
"Ugh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." I tried to maintain my breathing. 'Don't clench' I counseled myself, 'Let her have her way.' I pressed my lips together and inhaled and exhaled forcefully to suppress my moans. She observed me attentively, discerning the difference between pain and desire. She paused with her penis halfway inserted and applied more lubricant before she resumed doing me.
When she sensed the friction lessening, she lengthened her thrusts and began fucking me hard. I groaned and howled with each thrust.
"Don't sweat it baby! I'll train you for as long as it takes. I'm never going to stop fucking your ass."
My anus seemed to have surrendered now. I felt her penis moving in and out smoothly with the force of her thrusts, and it felt pleasurable. I clung to the bench tightly as she humped me, tilting my hips upward to gratify myself further.
When her tone transformed, she was heaving with passion and fatigue due to the work her pelvis was performing. Her words leaked out between the slapping sound of her pelvis striking my ass. "I'm gasp corrupting you, Lee. Mmmm You're developing into a urrrh a complete butt slut. An ass devotee. Observe how you're thrusting your hips backward, gasp humping me like a slut. Soon you'll require my mrmm oversized dick to climax."
I feared it was true. I was pushing back against her. I could sense the initial hints of an orgasm deep inside me, but I couldn't make it appear. It simply lingered back there, teasing me.
"Mistress! Mistress, please! Remove my cage!"
Her thrusting ceased. As I turned to confront her, she threw herself onto me forcefully, burying herself deep inside me. I maintained my grip but my face struck the bench. I felt her scalding breath on my neck followed by a voice almost unrecognizable growl in my ear. "If you entreat me to remove your cage again tonight, I swear I'll provide you punishment instead of an orgasm. You'll climax if I want you to cum!"
Her hips resumed their movement then, bonking me against the bench like a nail into a wooden surface. It stirred me sexually, like a bitch in heat. I whimpered in vexation, however, my orgasm remained despicably remote. Vik's, however...
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, take it, take it into that slutty, fucking, ass, ahhh!"
Her hands felt like talons on my hips. She anchored herself as she came.
She released me afterward, strolling over to rest her head against a bench against the wall. She splaced her legs wide open lewdzly, her enormous artificial cock hanging between them.
"You seem displeased, Lee. I'm uncertain if I should let you climax," Viktoria declared with amusement, enticing me to beg.
My anger made me averse to her, but I really desired to climax.
I clutched the bench tightly as instructed and bowed my head submissively. "Please, Mistress. Please allow me to climax."
I peered towards her to assess the impact of my words. She grinned at me, arousing my anger.
"You can loosen your grip off the bench, boy. Expose yourself atop me."
Drawing nearer to her, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by her huge cock while mine was trapped in its little cage. Leaning against the wall for balance, I delicately set my weight down on my painful knees, and my ass sank into her lap.
"Wrap your arms around my neck," she commanded. Letting go of the wall, I now depended on her for support. Gazing into her eyes, her hands glided across my back and sides.
"My gorgeous, submissive boy..."
Her palm migrated down to my butt. As she squeezed my cheek outward, my body instinctively humped against her, yearning to fuck a non-existent penis. She chuckled and administered a light spank.
"Pleaseee..." I pleaded with my eyes closed.
Her voice was gentle now, almost sympathetic. "Reach behind, sweetheart. Guide my tip to your entrance, but don't let it go in more than that."
I adjusted the angle of her toy between my cheeks, my anus brushing against the head. I opened my eyes, asking for approval silently. She pondered for a few moments before finally nodding.
I steadied her dildo between my legs, then relaxed my muscles, allowing gravity to push it inside me.
"Oooohh," I moaned. Despite only just experiencing this dildo, I'd already tightened somewhat. Her iron grip clamped onto my hips, preventing further penetration.
"Are you okay? How do you feel?"
"It hurts a little. It's just so big."
She offered me a tender smile. "It's not small." She hesitated. "Get back up, let it fall back out."
From a pocket on her harness, she produced a small bottle of lube.
"Give me your hand." She filled it with slickness. "Coat me up and try again."
I smoothed the lube along her length and afterwards, covered my anus with it. I tried again and found that it slid into me more smoothly this time.
"Oooohh," I moaned louder. I contracted some due to the intrusion, but it felt nice. A few more inches slipped inside me before she forced me to a halt.
"Eyes open, Lee. Look at me. Show me your rhythm. Prove that you crave me."
I began to fuck my ass on her strap-on, mainly raising and lowering myself before adding a little swivel with each thrust. Vik observed my every movement with fascination. Her hands explored my body, admiring the view. The sensation of her dildo brushing against my prostate was unbearably arousing, not to mention the sight of her eyes focused exclusively on me. I rejoiced in the humiliation and thrill of a submissive.
"Mmm, so you like this, huh Lee? Loving, deep thrusts are your thing? Making love to me with your ass?"
She slapped my ass hard, causing me to speed up a bit. I leant forward slightly, using her shoulders for support, and initiated a soft bounce with my hips. Balancing between charming, slow thrusts and fast, almost reckless ones, I struggled desperately for an orgasm. But the real problem was the intense burning in my quads. I couldn't find the right combination of steady pressure and speed.
Exasperated, I halted, falling against her. My forehead pressed against hers, my chest heaving, I whispered hoarsely, "Please..."
She thumbed my nipple before pinching it callously, making me groan. She slapped my ass firmly; it was the catalyst I'd been seeking. I quickly resumed my actions, but eventually collapsed back against her, exhausted. My breath came in ragged gasps; I was on the verge of tears, yearning for an orgasm.
"Stand up, Lee," she murmured softly. I managed to elevate myself from her, my body unsteady. She led me through the basement by the hand, the dildo swaying back and forth. My muscles ached and twitched from the intense throbbing in my bum. My legs splayed out as I walked, unconsciously trying to diminish the pain.
I was certain she would lead me to a comfortable bed to remove my cage and let me finally climax. But I was quite mistaken.
We arrived before a set of ropes hanging from the ceiling. She started fussing with the supports like a seasoned sailor. Upon my confused expression, Viktoria grinned. "Never used a sex swing before?"
I had never seen one.
Not long after, I found myself lying on my back, restrained with cloth. My rear end was propped up by a broad strip of this material, adjusted to match Vik's height. Another piece held me around my shoulder blades at bra height. My legs were spread apart due to the rope. There was nothing supporting my arms or head, causing me to grip the ropes and elevate my head to see what Vik had in store for me. She plugged a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator into an extension cord dangling from the ceiling and set it on a stand.
"Relax, darling," she chuckled, relishing my discomfort from having my ass in a sling. With one hand on my hip, she guided the tip of her cock back into my rectum. When she felt certain her member was comfortably positioned, she raised her other hand to surround my caged sex, much like the pommel of a saddle. "Don't worry about climaxing. Don't stress about the sounds you make. Don't think about anything. I'm in charge, Lee."
And thus began the lovemaking. I sensed her shaft filling me. This feeling was akin to her statements, as she was truly in charge. The presence of fullness in my anus activated my submission instincts.
The following detail that caught my attention was her thrusts. They were slower and deeper than when she took me from behind. 'She was learning how I was moving on her,' I thought and was struck by the realization. She was truly a remarkable lover.
Vik made love to me with discipline. Her shove wasn't frantic, it was well-paced. There was just the sound of the cryo-rig's movement overhead. I recognized this noise to be the sound of the swing. I was no longer sliding on her; instead, she was thrusting me. With a gentle tug on my hip, she made my entire body shift through the air, stretching my anus around the length of her rod.
She shifted her posture slightly, bending her knees and delving deeper. "Holy shit!" I gasped, experiencing fresh pleasure in my prostate. With the new angle, she was now stroking my stomach wall. She maintained her sly smile while gliding me up and down on her shaft. She seemed to be analysing my facial expressions, likely reflecting my pleasure. For the first time, I felt that I could climax within my captor.
Her thumb slid from my balls to the skin covering my prostate, caressing it gently. Or was she measuring it? As her digit caressed the sensitive region, I didn't care. When she pushed on my perineum, I shrieked and panted. Her expression grew wider, now affectionate.
"I love you too," I blurted out thoughtlessly. Vik remained silent, instead reaching for the wand without breaking her rhythm. She activated it and pressed the tip against my perineum, barely fitting between my balls and anus.
"Beg me," she demanded.
"Please, mistress... Please make me cum, Vik!"
"Apply pressure to my cock with your ass while cumming, Lee."
The approaching orgasm within my rectum was becoming stronger and stronger. "...I'm...I'm about to..."
I witnessed a continuum of stars burst into my field of vision as my climax struck. My anus clamped tight enough to slow, but not halt, the movement of the swing. The sensation spread over my entire body like a wildfire, tightening every muscle. I held onto the ropes obsessively and pulled on the lines holding my legs apart as I ejaculated on her penis.
"Mmm, I can feel your vagina contracting on my dick, baby!" Vik exclaimed, delighted.
My vision returned to find Vik still steadily thrusting, seemingly determined to bring me to a further climax. The motion of the swing began to lessen until we were at rest. Her finger dipped into the now-malodorous residue on my abdomen. She held it briefly before sampling it with her tongue.
"It's always tastier when it's from the prostate," she mused aloud. After licking her finger clean, she offered it to my lips. I took it without hesitation, finding its rancid flavour reminiscent of when she'd first made me taste myself.
Even though my penis was chained and I'd just been made to climax through a vibrator and a thick rubber shaft in my anus, I tasted my own excrement. I still wore panties.
"Vik, are you trying to transform me into a girl? Is this what you want?" I inquired anxiously.
She came closer to me, taking my head in her hands and hugging me closely, pushing more of her length into me. My stomach smeared my cream on hers.
"I want you just how you are, Lee. You're perfect," she uttered, stroking my hair soothingly.
I persisted. "But...fucking me this way, calling it my 'cunt,' and the vibrator, and the panties, and...it appears to be easier with a girl."
"Dear, if I desired a girl, I am capable of attracting one without a penis."
I thought about asking if she was experienced with that but decided not to stray from the subject. Seeing that I remained unconvinced and unsatisfied, she continued, "I adore anal sex, Lee. I think you're developing a liking for it too." I tried to keep my facial expression unchanged.
"But at the root, it's the domination of it that I enjoy. When you take my ass for me, when you surrender in that manner, it's like a drug for me. I'm hooked. All the more so, when I take your cock away and force you to cum without it. I also like the way your ass looks in panties, okay?"
I felt a bit better and offered her a weak smile. "And I didn't hate the feeling of your penis inside me either," she admitted, displaying an embarrassed blush before kissing me again. I allowed myself to relax, contentedly sucking on her tongue in my mouth, leaning back in the swing, feeling her body between my legs and her penis still inside me. 'She's insane,' I thought, 'and I adore her.'
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The following day, I woke up before her. I found myself pleasantly surprised. Although yesterday's sexual encounter was far from conventional, it had resulted in a spectacular orgasm. While I was worried that Viktoria might lose respect for me for cumming that way, she had made me feel loved later on.
Viktoria was an enigma to me. It both scared and excited me that I couldn't predict her. However, I was certain that she loved me.
I rolled towards her and took her hand in mine. As her eyes opened at my touch, she looked at me.
"Darling, yesterday was incredible," I complimented her.
She smiled happily at me. "Are you astonished that I can satisfy you so well? Even without your penis?"
"I am. I am." I placed her hand on my lips and kissed her knuckles. "It was indeed unconventional, but I still had a good time." I hesitated before continuing, but I felt it would be right. "I...I can imagine this working. I'll take your collar."
Viktoria's lovely face beamed with a smile that contained love, relief, and triumph, her eyes filled with tears of joy. I smiled back. "I'm saying I'm going to do it. I'll accept your submission."
Suddenly, her joyous expression vanished, and a deep frown replaced it. It seemed like she was displeased, not at me, but as if she'd just heard some bad news, like the look you make when your ice cream scoop falls off the cone onto the floor.
She looked away. I could see her thoughts racing, pondering some equation. She appeared distraught. "What?! What'd I say?"
Vik looked at me questioningly, not knowing what to say. "I...I need to think..." She rushed to get dressed. I inquired again about her distress, but her face remained grave. She was all business as she laced her shoes, like a manager who'd just been informed that the workers were striking and the factory was on fire.
"Enjoy some food in the kitchen. I'll be back." And with that, she left the room. I heard the front door slam behind her.
This was not the elation I'd anticipated her response would evoke. However, she had been joyful, I'd witnessed it on her face. She had been ecstatic. No, it was when I referred to last night as 'extreme' that her joy vanished. Could I have offended her? It didn't seem likely. Vik had a pretty thick skin in that regard. I pondered and pondered, hoping I hadn't ruined a perfect relationship.
It was several hours later when she returned. She appeared less downhearted but still not smiling.
"Where did you go?" I asked her.
"Let's talk in the living room." [end of paraphrase]
We sat down together, with the intention of delivering some upsetting news. Vik cleared her throat and put on a forced smile.
"Lee, I'm extremely pleased to hear you're willing to accept my collar. But..." She fixed her gaze on me. "I was taken aback when you mentioned feeling that you've experienced the entire range of submission. I've gone easy on you, thinking you recognized this."
I chuckled, "Easy? You practically sodomized me with an 8-inch rubber dildo!"
She sighed, "Sex between us has been...what people in your country consider 'kinky.' However, it's been focused on giving us both pleasure. You haven't faced any punishment. I've barely introduced you to real discipline or denial."
Vik seemed to be talking to herself as much as to me, shaking her head in frustration. "You've been in chastity for me a few times, it's true. I've held the key and there are instances when you didn't want to be released, but I've made you cum every day. There may be instances where you go weeks without cumming, when you beg for release, but I refuse. Your refusal may lead to having an orgasm ripped from your body."
This was previously unknown to me. I blinked a few times, trying to control my emotions. "You, you would really do that?"
"Yes, Lee. If it's what you need, then I'll do it without hesitation. There may also be instances when you're not in the mood, when you try to test my control, when you feel exhausted or sore. During such times, I'd make you cum whether you want to or not. It's challenging to force an orgasm." Vik paused a moment, giving me an opportunity to ponder. "That's submission."
She swayed her head back and forth, contemplating. "When you said that earlier, claiming you'd experienced the whole spectrum of submission...a significant part of me wanted to remain silent. To let you discover everything bit by bit after taking the collar. But I couldn't do that. I can't collar you without you believing that the most difficult part was engaging in kinky sex. That would be..." Her voice trailed off. "A breach of your trust."
Seeing her crying brought discomfort. A strong, attractive woman shouldn't be in tears like this, so I couldn't help but feel dejected. I'd somehow let her down.
"Don't...don't cry, Vik. It'll be all right."
I was petrified, surprised that my assumptions about submission were incomplete. But I was eager to correct the situation. I'd woken up with certainty this morning convinced of my love and willingness to surrender to her dominance. Despite her tears, I wasn't about to give up.
"Perhaps I've spent too much time abroad. I've grown too complacent. A harder dominant would've remained silent and shouldered the burden of explaining the deeper aspects of submission after the collar was worn. But I can't, not with you. I wasn't aware of this flaw in myself until this morning. You need to understand everything beforehand. I...I must show you..." Her eyes met mine. She looked frightened.
Taking a deep breath, I spoke, "Let me assure you, I'm ready. If it turns out more extreme measures are required, I'm prepared." She looked at me skeptically. "I've overcome every challenge so far. I've never thought I'd make it this far!"
"I'm telling you I'll always love you, no matter what you throw my way," he stated, hoping for a romantic moment to unfold - a moment when the music would play, and they would share a passionate kiss. But instead, she looked grim. "Thank you, sweetheart," she responded, shaking her head. "It can't be helped. I have no choice."
Tensing her body, she straightened her posture. Her eyes glowed with resolve. It was evident that she had made up her mind.
"I'm going to lay everything out for you, Lee. I'm going to be open with you. I'm going to be vulnerable. I'm going to show you how unbearable a woman can be at her worst."
She offered a weak smile and kissed him on the forehead. As her cheek rested against his, she spoke softly in his ear, "We're so close, baby. I want so much to collar you. I promise to make you happy, if you can just hang in there, if you can just believe in me." She kissed him passionately, her tears drenching his face.
"Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to punish you. It's going to be harsh. We'll play out a scenario where you've done something severe like...you've intentionally ignored what I asked you to do, such as cleaning the garage, and instead went out for a beer with your friends...no, worse, you lied to me, maybe a co-worker flirted with you, and when I inquired about it, you denied it and told me there was nothing to worry about."
Both the situations sounded like everyday occurrences to him, nothing out of the ordinary in most relationships. However, he kept quiet and let her continue.
"I've got it!" she exclaimed, "We'll pretend that I caught you masturbating without my permission. I'll start the punishment now and I think it should be over by tomorrow night. I know it's a bit artificial since it's a punishment for a fictional infraction, but I need you to know how a dominant like me handles misbehavior."
He nodded apprehensively while staring at her, questioning whether they were both a little off their rocker.
She cupped his face in both her hands. "Lee, it's pretend because we don't have the time to wait for you to act out by yourself. I know you're a good man. It would take too long. But this punishment will NOT be pretend. My fury will be very real."
Vik seemed to steel herself to unleash her anger, trained her gaze on him, casting a cold, steely glare. "Lee, I want you to understand that though my retribution might be severe, my love for you surpasses it all. I'm prepared to witness you suffer, to endure your emotional distress. If you hang on, your trust in me will be unshakable. Tomorrow night, as long as you obey me and stop at nothing that requires further punishment, I can finish by then. I truly believe you can do this."
Her comforting words sent shivers down his back. He was nervous but then, utterly petrified.
"What if...what if it gets to be too much?" he asked, wondering if there was a safety measure in place. She answered in a harsh, constrained voice, "When it becomes too much, surrender. Give in. Submit this to me. I'm highly experienced in this. I will not injure you, physically at least, and if you start to doubt my affection and whether I'm still on your side, you need to permit your emotions to dissolve. Trust wholly in my affection, as you have no safety net whatsoever."
With a heavy sigh, she collected herself. "Ask me to punish you, Lee."
He gazed at the floor. His heart rate rose. It was the first time in his life that he found himself in the presence of the woman he adored, naked and confined on the bed, ready to fall under her authority.
"Please, please punish me, Vik," he whispered.
A hint of amusement filled her eyes before the warmth faded swiftly. They radiated coldness now. "How could you do this, you disobedient, ungrateful asshole!" she exclaimed in a tense whisper. "How could you defy my trust!?"
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Four hours later, he knelt between her legs with tears streaming down his face, debating how much more of this he could handle. A firm pull on his hair jerked his head back to her drenched cunt.
My backside turned bright red as I spread my cheeks to accommodate the dildo inserted in my anus. The spanking I'd received was harsh. It's difficult to tell this tale without mentioning that aspect.
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