Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 1 (Patreon)

When you hear the term 'Femdom Marriage,' what comes to mind?

Do you think of a chastised, collared man spending his days resting on his knees by his wife's feet, eagerly waiting for her to offer a command that he can leap to fulfill, like he's more pet than husband?

Or, do you think of a man that's completely and utterly devoted to his wife, that will do absolutely anything to ensure her happiness, and that has surrendered any sense of control in their marriage in favor of letting her be the one to make most of the decisions (the important ones, certainly)?

My reality is a lot closer to the second one, though I'm happy to report that there are elements of the first one included in my femdom marriage, because sometimes it's fun to make the fantasy part of our reality. Ultimately, though, my wife is in control in our marriage. She finds satisfaction in domination - and great pleasure, of course - and I find an equal measure of satisfaction in submission, both sexual and emotional. It is a necessity for our happiness that we live this way, thought it took us a long time to get to the place where we are today. I figured I'd tell you the story of how we got here by recalling memories - scenes, if you will - from the nearly 15 years we've now been together.

I met Kara (that's my wife, obviously, and I'm Finn - shortened from Finnegan, which was also my grandfather's name) when I was 23. We were both living in Boston. She was a teacher and I was young and horny enough to find it kind of sexy to be dating someone who taught, mostly because of the wealth of porn scenes that featured teachers getting naughty with their students. The reality wasn't quite like that, though I did actually enjoy the semi-conservative way Kara usually dressed (she had a great fashion sense, but she didn't tend to show off a lot of flesh, so think dresses that weren't low cut and a fair number of cardigans).

Professionally, I was floundering a bit at the time. I'd gotten a degree in business administration, but the first job I'd taken in the field was an absolute nightmare and I quit after six months. I was determined not to go back into that field - I'd had a truly terrible time of it - so I was working in construction to pay the bills. It wasn't a great job - the guys in that line of work are coarse as hell and I never quite fit in with them - but the work was steady and it paid better than just about any other job I could get while I tried to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.

I met Kara at a bar. She was wearing a pink and white striped dress that fell just below her knees, a pair of white heels, and her astonishing red hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a pink satin ribbon tied around it that matched the color of her dress. She was - in my mind, at least - radiant, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her from the moment she walked into the bar.

For fifteen minutes I watched - subtly - Kara chat with her friends. A few guys came up to try and peel one of them away with the offer of a drink, but none of the girls accepted. That made me nervous about trying the same thing, but I went for it anyway.

I wouldn't say I was confident as I walked up with a beer in my hand and a smile on my face, but I was so attracted to Kara that I couldn't resist. I knew I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't at least try to get her number.

I honestly don't remember what my opening line was. I do remember that all three of Kara's friends seemed unimpressed with me while she seemed charmed from the start. It was just one of those things where the attraction is strong and mutual. I managed to peel Kara away from her friends, we talked for a few hours, and then I walked her home to her apartment in the North End. We shared a kiss - a good kiss, too - and she gave me her number before practically bouncing up the steps and going inside.

I texted her ten minutes later - people always say you're supposed to wait, but I wasn't in the mood - and we spent the rest of the night texting back and forth. The connection was genuine and deep, and I was utterly hooked on her.

Now, I'm going to skip ahead a little, if only because this is, at its core, a femdom story and there wasn't much in the way of domination - not even a hint of it, honestly - that happened over the first three months of our relationship.

Instead, let's move ahead three months. It was late June. To celebrate Kara's last day of school (she was a teacher, in case you already forgot) I booked us a weekend at a cute little motel in Cape Cod. I actually drove all the way out there the week before just to make sure it was nice - and it was - before booking. It was the first time we were going away with each other and I really wanted it to be good. Plus, since we both had roommates, it was the first time we were going to get to spend more than a few hours being genuinely alone with each other.

I rented a car, picked Kara up at her apartment, and drove us out to the Cape. The traffic was fairly nightmarish - we left early hoping to avoid that - but we got in just in time to check in and head to the restaurant for the dinner reservation I'd made. We drank a bottle of wine together - thankfully the restaurant was walking distance from the motel - had a great dinner with a truly indulgent chocolate dessert, and then strolled down to the beach to listen to the waves and stare up at the stars.

Of course, we also did a whole lot of kissing on the beach. Kara was in a sundress that was quite a lot shorter than the clothes she usually wore and it allowed for easy access, so my hands did a great deal of roaming as we fooled around on the beach towel I'd grabbed from our room. I can still remember it as one of those times in life that feels perfect while it's unfolding and holds up that way when you look back at it. I was in love with a beautiful girl, I'd planned a weekend getaway that had so far gone off without a hitch, and we were both indulging in our intense desire for each other (I haven't mentioned it, but the sex up to that point was fantastic).

After a lengthy foreplay session on the beach – one that included a little bit of fingering - Kara suggested we go back to the room. We grabbed the towel and rushed back to the motel. I tried to get Kara into the bed, but she smiled and said she had a little surprise for me. She instructed me to get naked and wait in the bed while she grabbed a small, soft-looking bag from her suitcase and headed for the bathroom.

My guess was that she was putting on lingerie. I'd seen her in a variety of bra and panty sets, but in the two months we'd been having sex I hadn't seen her in a full-on lingerie set, and I was hugely excited.

Kara emerged from the bathroom in a stunningly hot black lace bra, panty, garter belt, and stockings set that she finished with a pair of strappy three inch heels. She looked so good that I sat up straight and stared as my jaw literally dropped. She'd pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and for a few moments it was like an entirely different woman had stepped out of the bathroom.

"Holy shit," I said. "Kara...you look...wow..."

She smiled - the look on her face was actually rather gleeful, like she was exceedingly happy that she'd picked out a lingerie set that I enjoyed so much - and then approached the bed with a remarkably seductive sway in her hips. The smile on her face turned into a more seductive look, too.

It's probably worth mentioning that Kara was not the kind of girl I would have described as wild in bed. That's not really what I was looking for in a woman, so that was wonderful for me, but she wasn't really even someone who'd struck me as particularly imaginative in bed up to that point. We'd usually get naked, get each other turned on, and have sex that ended with us both cumming, which was everything I needed it to be, or so I thought.

As Kara reached the foot of the bed I scooted forward so I could get my hands on her body. I was nearly to the foot of the bed when she smiled and said, "Lie back." She said it softly and the smile remained on her face afterwards. It was such a small thing, but it was also the first time she'd ever really made any kind of demand of me in bed.

I wanted to touch her - to sit on the edge of the bed, pull her between my legs, and let my hands roam over her stocking-clad legs and her panty-clad ass. I didn't, though. I did as Kara wanted. I laid down in the bed and she rewarded me with a smile and then crawled between my legs like a tigress approaching her prey. She moved slowly, too, and it was really quite hot to see the look on her face when she turned her gaze upwards to stare into my eyes.

Kara leaned down and kissed my thigh and I stared at her ass, which was up in the air and looked incredible with the lace thong sliding down her crack. Her lips were warm and soft and they felt incredible against my skin. I reached down to touch her hands and Kara pulled them away, looked up, and said, "No touching." She smiled again - a warm, sweet smile - and I pulled my hands away, doing as she'd instructed.

Very little had happened up to that point - she'd put on lingerie and crawled into the bed, really - but it felt to me like I was in bed with a different woman. I can tell you that it had my heart pounding in a very good way. It wasn't just because Kara looked great, either. It was because she was showing me a side of her I hadn't seen yet and that I really liked. I'm sure some guys would have hated being told not to touch or to lie back when what they wanted was to grab their girlfriend, bring her into the bed, and fuck her wildly, but I honestly found it enthralling to do as Kara desired.

Kara kissed her way up one thigh and down the other, moaning softly as she did so and bypassing my stiff cock along the way, leaving me just a little bit disappointed as I was pretty desperate for some sort of sexual contact at that point. In fact, I was so desperate that I reached down and took my cock in my hand to stroke myself a little while she was busy kissing my thigh.

Kara reached up, grabbed my wrist, and said, "No touching, Finn. I'm the one that's going to do the touching tonight." She pulled my hand from my cock and I swear it got harder as she exerted a more significant level of control. I released my cock and I saw her eyes light up, like she was utterly thrilled at my willingness to obey. I didn't think of it that way at the time, of course. All I knew was that I was turned on by her grabbing my hand and telling me not to touch myself.

Kara then kissed her way back up my thigh and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. She looked up at me and I lifted my head from the bed and looked down at her. Her lips hovered so close to the head of my cock that I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin. She moved her fingers up my shaft and used her thumb to tease the underside of my cock head. Given that we'd fooled around on the beach for nearly half an hour and I was hugely aroused thanks to Kara's more controlling turn in the hotel room, her thumb teasing my cock was a massively pleasurable experience. I mean, it felt good enough that my legs were literally trembling as she teased me. I grabbed two handfuls of the sheets and I was moaning like crazy, all from something Kara was doing with a single finger.

She seemed delighted with herself. The smile on her face was big and bright and she kept on teasing me before leaning just a little closer and softly kissing the tip of my cock. It felt good, but then her tongue slipped from her mouth and it felt so much better than good. She started to lick my cock like it was a lollipop and I started to moan even louder.

After a few minutes of teasing I sat up and leaned forward to try and kiss Kara. She put a hand on my chest and pushed hard until I was on my back once more. "No, Finn," she said. "I know you want me, and I'm going to let you have me, but not yet, not until I decide that I'm ready."

"Sorry," I replied.

She crawled forward and kissed my chest a handful of times. "You don't need to apologize," she said softly. "I like that you want me so badly." She kissed his neck and moaned. "I like that you're actually trembling with desire."

I very nearly grabbed her ass and held her close. I was certainly tempted to do so. I knew better by that point, though, and there was actually something exciting about not doing it, about letting Kara have control.

She kissed her way back down my body, but this time she didn't tease my cock. This time she took me in her mouth. She gave a great blowjob, too. Blowjobs had largely been a part of foreplay - as had me going down on her - but this felt better. It didn't feel like a quick stop on the way to us having sex. It felt like she was taking her time, like she was continuing to tease me to deepen my arousal even further. It worked, too. My toes curled and my legs continued to tremble with that insane sort of desire.

It was actually difficult just to lie there and do nothing. I wanted to reach down to run my fingers through her hair. I wanted to sit up and lean down to kiss her. I couldn't do any of that, though. All I could do was lie on my back and enjoy whatever Kara wanted to do with me.

Eventually, after a lengthy teasing session from her mouth, Tara sat up and straddled my upper thighs. She smiled and then bit her lower lip as she pressed the head of my cock against her panties and moved her hips back and forth. The soft, slightly damp lace of her underwear teased the head of my cock and I gripped the sheets hard. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy through the panties, but Kara made no move to let me inside her.

"Kara, I want you," I said.

"I know you do," she replied. She made no move to let me have her, though. She was clearly delighted by my desire for her, though.

"Please," I said. I was getting to that point where I was genuinely desperate in the way that sometimes happens to a young man when he gets hugely aroused.

Kara leaned forward, smiled, and kissed me as she dragged her hips forward until my cock rested against her ass cheeks. She then moved her ass up and down, once more stimulating my cock without letting me inside her.

She also shoved her tongue into my mouth in a way she'd never done before. We'd kissed a whole lot, of course, but this was different. This wasn't a typical kiss where you're indulging in something of an erotic dance with your tongues. This was Kara…penetrating me with her tongue, for lack of a better word. It fits, though. It caught me off guard for the first few moments, but honestly, it was so fucking hot. I got into it right away, too. I just started gently sucking on it. I mean, it was in my mouth, so why wouldn't I?

Kara pulled away and smiled as she stared into my eyes. She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair and we had this really tender moment where we just stared at each other for a handful of seconds. Then her lips approached mine and parted. Her tongue came out right before her mouth met mine and I opened up for it. It might sound weird, but that moment where her tongue just pushed into my mouth was so fucking hot, especially coming after that intimate look we shared. It was like we'd silently communicated with each other that we were both thoroughly enjoying this slightly kinkier approach to sex.

As we kissed - or as she filled my mouth with her tongue, more accurately - Kara reached back and pulled her thong aside. She rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy lips - which were completely soaked - and I moaned into her mouth. I pushed my hips upwards and I felt her wetness surround the head of my cock. I moaned louder, of course.

Kara took me inside her and I was overcome with lust. My cock was bathed in the wetness and heat of her perfect pussy and I was utterly incapable of thinking straight.

I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock up inside her. I moaned at the pleasure and started thrusting into Kara as best as I could from beneath her. It lasted for a few seconds before she grabbed my wrists - hard enough to cause a little pain, in fact - and pulled them from her hips. "No," she said while pinning my hands to the bed right near my head and sinking her pussy onto my cock. "You don't get to decide how this goes. Not tonight. I decide."

It was so hot. At the time I had no idea why, but it was so fucking hot. She rode me slowly after that. Really slowly, in fact. She was teasing me again, and perhaps, in a way, she was punishing me for trying to take control. She kept a tight grip on my hands and pinned them to the bed the whole time, actively seizing control and preventing me from doing much of anything. She was, in a way, fucking me. It was my cock inside her, of course, but she was completely in control of every element of it.

Kara leaned down to kiss me and moved my hands above my head as she did. Her grip on my wrists was strong as she once again offered her tongue. I took it - it felt so fucking kinky for some reason - and it moved around in my mouth as I sucked and moaned. Kara started to ride me faster, and she was moaning too. She was absolutely getting close.

"Keep your hands there," Kara insisted as she sat up and put her hands on my chest.

I kept my hands above my head and watched my lingerie-clad girlfriend ride my cock with wild abandon. She dug her fingernails into my chest - it hurt a little, but at that point a little bit of pain made the whole thing more pleasurable - and then she looked at me and said, "Cum inside me."

We'd actually been condom free for a few weeks at that point - we'd had a talk about being exclusive to each other and we'd gotten tested and she was on birth control - but I still loved hearing her say that. I'll never get tired of that. In this case, though, it felt like an order because of how the night had unfolded, and that actually made it a lot hotter.

I came quickly once she'd issued that order. I came hard inside her and Kara climaxed moments later. She threw her head back, arched her back, and let out sounds like I'd never heard from her, all while her thighs trembled on either side of me.

She collapsed on top of me, reached up to grab my arms, and placed them around her body. I held her close as I experienced the kind of pleasurable aftershocks that only happen when I've had a particularly great orgasm.

That was the first time Kara ever showed her dominant side, and as I would come to find out it was the first time she'd ever really experienced it herself. It was the first time I'd ever experienced my submissive side, too, and as you'll see, it was an something we'd both want more of as time went by.

That's it for now, though. I'll be back soon with more from our journey into the pleasures of femdom.