Becca Bellamy
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Scenes from a Femdom Marriage - Part 8
🕑 Added 2022-10-05 05:00:04 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
My first experience with bondage - and it was a mild experience - came on the same night I proposed to Kara. It was a week before Christmas and I'd rented a house in Vermont for the occasion. I splurged, too, as it was a beautiful house. It was decorated for Christmas, too, which was part of the reason I rented it (Kara loves Christmas).
I brought her to Vermont under the guise of a ski trip, and we did plenty of skiing, but on the last night I popped the question. The proposal involved a horse drawn sleigh, cups of peppermint hot chocolate, and a group of very generous carolers who were at the house and singing for us when we got back from the sleigh ride.
There was no guarantee she'd said yes to the proposal. We'd talked a little about marriage, but the conversation had never gotten serious. I wanted it to be special, though, and Kara loves Christmas enough that I wanted to do it during her favorite time of the year. So, I popped the question there in the snow and she said yes. It was an emphatic yes, in fact. The kind where joy was all I could see on her face the moment I pulled out the ring box. She jumped into my arms the moment I stood up and I nearly dropped the ring. I got it on her finger, though, we kissed like crazy, and then I thanked the carolers and the driver of the sleigh and we went inside for celebratory champagne, which I'd bought just in case she accepted my proposal.
The bondage happened after the champagne. We polished off the bottle - after we'd called our parents to let them know the big news - and we did a little fooling around as we drank the bubbly, to the point that I was thoroughly aroused by the time Kara suggested we go upstairs.
She got me naked, pushed me into the bed, and then rummaged through her suitcase and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. I got excited when I saw them, because of course I did. You all know that I'm very much into Kara being in control, and there's nothing better than a pair of handcuffs for control.
Despite that, I had a moment of very mild panic when she'd cuffed both my wrists to the headboard. I instinctively pulled - maybe just to see if I really was in bondage - and I couldn't really move. I could kick my legs all I wanted, of course, but my arms were far enough apart when she cuffed me that I couldn't really do much of anything.
"It's okay," Kara said as she took off her sweater to show off a rather lovely red lace bra. "I'm not going to hurt you." She unbuttoned her jeans to reveal a matching pair of red panties and she looked very much like the ultimate Christmas gift. She crawled into the bed and straddled me, resting her panty-clad pussy against my soft cock. "I'm just going to have fun with you."
Kara rocked her hips back and forth, slowly luring my cock into an erect state through nothing more than a bit of friction. "You look good in handcuffs," she said with a sweet smile on her face. "I have to admit, I bought them on a whim. I saw them at a store while I was doing a little Christmas shopping and I thought of using them on you. I actually got a little bit wet right there in the store. Can you believe that?"
"Yes," I said with a smile. "I actually can believe that."
Kara returned my smile and leaned down to kiss me. Her lips felt soft and warm against mine and as she ran her hands up my arms her tongue slipped into my mouth. I moaned and once again pulled against the handcuffs. I wanted to hold my fiancée. I wanted to run my hands down her back. I wanted to touch her breasts in the red lace bra. I wanted to grab her ass and thrust my hips upwards until the head of my cock pressed against her panties. None of that was possible, though.
"Are you sure you want to marry me?" Kara asked as she sat up.
"Yes, of course," I said. "What kind of question is that?"
"You're right. I asked it weirdly. What I mean is, I'm not like other women. I didn't really know that until I met you, but now I feel like it couldn't be clearer," she explained.
"Well, it should also be clear that I'm not like most guys," I replied. "I love the way you are, Kara. I'm turned on by it, like, all the time. I've never had such good sex. Unless you're talking about something else, that is."
Kara ran her hands up my chest and then dragged her fingernails back down. She did it hard enough to cause pain and leave red marks on my chest. I twisted beneath her and pulled on the handcuffs a little as my body tried in vain to escape the pain. "That turned me on," she said.
"It did?" I asked.
Kara nodded. "I don't feel an overpowering need to do that sort of stuff, but the idea that I can do that sort of thing turns me on. The idea that you're in handcuffs and I can do just about anything I want with you turns me on. The idea that you won't actually complain, that you'll let me do as I desire, that turns me on too."
I was about to say something when she leaned over and slid three fingers in my mouth. I closed my lips around them and I sucked as Kara rewarded me by gently rubbing her panty-clad pussy over my stiff cock.
She leaned down, kissed my neck, and pushed her fingers deep enough into my mouth that I gagged a little. She moaned as it happened. Then she gently fucked my mouth with her fingers, grinding on my cock as she pushed them in and out of my mouth, going deep enough to make me gag every three or four thrusts.
Just as I reached a point where I thought I couldn't take any more, Kara pulled her fingers from my mouth, sat up, and crawled forward until she was sitting across my chest. She moved her panties aside and pushed those three fingers into her pussy. They filled her without even a hint of resistance and I could hear her wetness.
"Fucking my mouth with your fingers turns you on," I said.
"Yes, it does," Kara replied as she masturbated less than a foot from my face. The more she fingered her pussy, the wetter she seemed to get, and the louder the sounds of her masturbation were.
"Kara, it turns me on too," I said. "All of it does."
"All of it?" she asked.
"Well...yes, actually. The pain of your fingernails dragging down my chest doesn't turn me on, but knowing that it turns you on, well, that does turn me on. I love exploring this stuff with you. I love that we seem to push each other to go a little further, to try new things, to be...well, kinky," I explained. "I mean, do you remember that night when you put your hand around my throat?"
She nodded.
"Prior to that night, not once in my life had I thought that it would be really hot if a girl choked me a little bit while we were having sex," I continued. "Then you did it and I felt this...well, I honestly still don't know how to really explain the things I feel when we play like this. I just know that it felt really, really hot. I got turned on in a way I've never been turned on with anyone else."
Kara smiled. "I remember the look on your face. You were surprised, but excited. I remember how good it felt to do that, too. I didn't plan it. I never really plan these things. I just did what felt good in the moment. And that felt particularly good. It made me feel powerful, and I really like that. It turns me on whenever I feel that way."
"Then I want you to feel that way as often as possible," I said.
Kara dragged her pussy down my chest and stomach and it hovered over my stiff cock. She took the tip inside her and I shuddered from the instant, intense wave of pleasure that washed over me. "The thing is, Finn, I feel this unyielding desire for more."
She took more of me inside her, slowly swallowing my cock until every inch of me was in her pussy. "More of what?" I asked.
"All of it," she answered. "That's the problem. I want more control. I want more power. I want to get wilder. I want to get naughtier. I want to push you further. I want to push myself further. I want to explore all kinds of things."
We were having a serious conversation. There was no question about it. I was inside her, though, and her pussy felt incredible, which made it hard to concentrate. Still, I had to try. "Why can't you have all of those things, Kara? Why do you think I wouldn't want you to have those things? I want all of that too. I want you to have more control. I want you to have more power. I want to get wilder and naughtier with you."
She dug her fingernails into my chest and held them there as she rocked back and forth on my cock. "Are you sure about that, Finn? I don't know any man who wants to surrender control to his wife. Most men want to be the ones in control in their marriage. Most men feel emasculated when their wives take control."
"I won't," I said.
Kara lifted her pussy from my cock and sat across my thighs. She took my balls in her hand and squeezed them hard. It felt good, though I knew if she increased the pressure even a little it would hurt, which generated a touch of fear that I found rather thrilling.
"What if my desires stray outside the bedroom?" Kara asked. "What if my need for control, for power, is about more than just sex?"
"I like it when you make decisions for us, Kara," I said. "They're small now - like where we go to eat or what movie we see - but I like that." She released my balls and took my cock in her hand. I was still slick with her juices and her hand moved with ease up and down my shaft. It felt incredible, too. "I don't really know what kind of control you're talking about outside of the bedroom, but if it's stuff like that, or even some bigger stuff, I don't know why I'd complain. I'm...I'm submissive, Kara. I'm your submissive. I know we haven't really talked about it in those terms, but that's what it is."
"I know," she said. "And I'm dominant. Obviously. And we seem perfect for each other, at least sexually. What if we're not when it comes to life, though? What if my need for control - and I've learned that it is a need, Finn - becomes too much for you to handle?"
"How could it?" I asked.
Kara released my cock, looked at me, and said, "What if I said that I needed you to get a better job? What if I said I wouldn't be willing to marry you unless you got a better job, unless you started a career?"
"I'd be grateful," I replied. "I really would. I do need to get a better job. I do need a real career."
"My dad will hire you," Kara said. "I already talked to him. You'll need to get a degree in finance if you want to move up the ranks at his office, but at the very least you'd get a great resume line if you decided to move into another area of business."
I smiled. "Kara, I'd love to work for your dad. He's a nice guy and he's hugely successful. I'm sure I could learn a lot from him."
"That makes me so happy," Kara said before sliding back a little further, leaning down, and taking my cock in her mouth.
I was genuinely stunned. It felt astoundingly good, too. Like, out of this world good. I was in handcuffs and getting a blowjob from my fiancée on the night I'd proposed. I was as happy as a man could be in that moment. I was quite certain the blowjob wouldn't end with me cumming in her mouth, but that was just fine, too.
Kara surprised me once more when she swallowed the entirety of my cock. Her nose was literally in my pubic hair. I'd never experienced anything like it, and I totally understood why men enjoyed that kind of blowjob. The feeling around the head of my cock was incredible.
"Holy shit, Kara," I said as she pulled off, smiled at me, and then kissed her way up my body.
"I'm quite talented, aren't I?" she asked a moment before her lips - which were wet with saliva - met mine. Her tongue pushed hard into my mouth as her pussy enveloped my cock. She sank down on me and moved her hips in slow - very slow - circles, teasing me while I sucked on her tongue because it felt so fucking good to do so.
"You're more talented than any girl I've ever been with," I said as Kara kissed my neck. She took my earlobe in her teeth and bit hard enough to cause genuine pain. Of course, she also increased the speed of her hips, offsetting that pain with overwhelming pleasure.
Kara sat up with a wild, lusty look on her face and put her hands on my chest. "There's something else, Finn."
I was a little bit lost in how good her pussy felt, but I asked, "I'm up for anything, Kara, I swear. I just want to make you happy."
"Do you remember the Halloween party?" she said.
That focused my attention, as I absolutely remembered the Halloween party where she'd fooled around with another guy and let him finger her to an orgasm. That's not something a man forgets. "Yes, I remember. I don't think I'll ever forget that."
She lifted her pussy from my cock and dropped it down again. She felt a little tighter coming back down and I moaned. "I've thought a lot about that night since then," she said.
"What have you thought?" I asked.
"I've thought about how much I enjoyed it," she said. "About how exciting it was, about how I managed to have a really good orgasm from a guy's finger." She leaned down and kissed my neck and her pussy moved faster over my cock. I could feel my orgasm approaching and if she didn't slow down it wouldn't be long before I unloaded inside her. "I don't think I'm going to be the kind of woman that can be with just one man for the rest of her life, Finn."
Why would something like that turn me on? Why would I feel genuinely excited to hear my future wife tell me that she was going to be with other men? I have no fucking idea. I also don't know why it turned me on to watch her kiss another guy, get fingered by that guy, and cum during that fingering. It did turn me on, though, and it turned me on when she said she wasn't a one woman man.
"That night at the Halloween party, it showed me that I need variety. I need to try new things. I need to try other men. I don't know how often I'll need that freedom, Finn, but I'll need it. I will. I'll need you to be okay with me being with other men, with me doing more than a little kissing and fingering. I'll need you to be okay with me fucking other people, Finn," she explained.
She said all of that while riding my cock. She moaned every few words, which made all of it so much hotter. So I came. I came so fucking hard. I came hard enough that I saw stars, and I did it while thinking of my future wife fucking other people.
Kara sat up as I was cumming inside her. She put her hands on my chest and she smiled as she witnessed what I imagine was a pretty silly looking orgasm face on my part.
"That was unexpected," she said.
"I know," I answered.
"Did what I was saying turn you on?" Kara asked.
"Yes," I admitted. It would have been stupid to say anything else.
"I thought it might," she said. "You had so much fun watching me get fingered, I figured you might get turned on thinking about me doing a lot more than getting fingered."
"If you need to do that, Kara, to have sex with other guys, I honestly don't feel any objection to it. That seems so weird to me, but I don't. I don't know if I'd actually like it when it happened, but I also don't feel the usual sort of jealousy or insecurity or whatever else guys feel about this sort of thing," I explained. "Even after an orgasm."
"Good," she said. "That makes me very happy, Finn. And I guess you've answered all my questions, too. I guess you really do want to marry me."
I really would have liked to have hugged her in that moment, but it wasn't possible with the handcuffs on. "I do, Kara. I wouldn't have asked you if I wasn't on board for giving you whatever you needed."
She lifted her pussy from my cock and leaned forward. Her lips met mine for a delicate kiss and she said, "Right now, I need to cum. This is a night of celebration, and it's not really fair that you came first. I need you to make up for that."
"I will," I said.
She laughed softly. "I know you will. You don't really have a choice. You're handcuffed to the bed. I can do whatever I want with you."
Then she crawled forward. She crawled right over my face and dropped her pussy onto my mouth. She was right. I had no choice. I was going to lick her cum-filled pussy. I could have kept my mouth shut and let my cum drip all over my face, but there was no point in that. So I went to work. I ate her cum-filled pussy. I licked everything out of her. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted my cum - nor would it be the last - and there was actually something kind of hot about doing it while handcuffed to the bed.
"I've been thinking about this too," she said. "I don't know why, Finn, but I think I love it when you eat your cum."
Kara moved her hips a little, rubbing her clit against my upper lip and nose. She closed her eyes, grabbed her breasts in the lovely red bra, and moaned. She was getting off on feeding me my cum, which was so fucking hot. That might sound crazy to some of you, but it was really just so fucking hot to me.
"Make me cum, Finn," she said with that level of urgency that signified she was on the verge of an orgasm. "Make me cum!"
I did just that. I made her cum and I made her cum hard. More of my cum dripped out of her and I cleaned that too. What else was I going to do?
When she was finished, Kara climbed off my face and got out of the bed. She pulled her panties back over her pussy, got dressed, and grabbed her phone from the nightstand.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to go call a few of my friends and tell them the big news," she said. "They'll want to see the ring, so I'll probably be FaceTiming, and I should really be dressed for that."
"No, Kara, I mean, what about me?" I said. "You can't just leave me here."
She smiled. "Sure I can. I want to use this body of yours again a little later and I see no reason to uncuff you. So you can wait here, naked and with the taste of cum in your mouth. I like the idea of you being handcuffed in the bedroom while I do as I please for a little while. It turns me on, Finn, and you want to do what turns me on, don't you?"
"I love you, Kara," was all I said, because it's all I needed to say. I loved her. I loved her dirty mind. I loved her dominant side. I loved that she wanted to keep expanding it, to keep exploring.
"I love you too, Finn," she replied before walking out and shutting the door.
I waited for more than an hour. The taste of cum in my mouth never went away. My dick did get hard again. As it turned out, I too was turned on by being left in the bedroom in bondage.
Kara and I were made for each other, a fact that only became clearer as our relationship matured.
