Photo from: Office Schemes featuring Miss Eve Harper & Miss Suzanna Maxwell
Marriage Guidance: Femdom Fiction
I sat in the marriage counsellor’s office, arms crossed, barely listening as my wife, Elena, insisted we address my “wandering eye.” She’d already met with Vivian, the counsellor, and they’d devised a plan she wouldn’t share. Elena’s eyes gleamed with quiet intensity, a stark contrast to my boredom. Vivian, a tall woman with a commanding presence, leaned forward and asked if I was willing to proceed. I shrugged, mumbling agreement just to get this over with and appease Elena. The sooner we wrapped this up, the sooner I could escape the tense air in the room. Vivian’s lips curled slightly, and she suggested the next session take place at our home. I nodded, thinking it odd but too disinterested to question.
The appointed day arrived, and Vivian, the therapist, showed up at our doorstep with a male assistant, Marcus, a muscular man with a silent, imposing demeanour. Elena greeted them warmly, her enigmatic smile sending a shiver down my spine. Vivian announced that the session would take place in our bedroom, and Elena nodded, her expression unreadable but charged with anticipation. I followed them upstairs, a knot forming in my stomach as the air grew thick with unspoken intent. The bedroom, usually a place of familiarity, felt foreign under their gazes. Vivian’s voice was firm, her authority undeniable, as she instructed me to undress and sit in a chair by the bed.
I hesitated but felt a little outnumbered and overwhelmed in the moment so complied, stripping down and settling into the chair, my discomfort growing. Marcus produced ropes, and before I could protest, they bound my wrists and ankles tightly to the chair. Elena stood by, her smile widening as Vivian and Marcus began to undress her, revealing her body with deliberate care. Then, to my shock, they stripped as well. Vivian donned a strap-on harness, the big black dildo gleaming under the bedroom light. She approached me, her voice dripping with dominance, and ordered me to suck the cock-like phallus. My face burned with humiliation, but Elena’s watchful eyes compelled me to obey.
I took it in my mouth, tasting it, then Vivian guided Elena to the bed and began fucking her with slow, deliberate thrusts, their moans filling the room. When they finished, Vivian pulled the strap-on from Elena’s pussy and presented it to me again.
“Suck it,” she commanded, her tone mocking. “Reinvigorate your taste for your wife’s pussy.” I gagged on the dildo, the mingled taste of Elena’s arousal overwhelming me. Then the therapist beckoned Marcus forward. She instructed me to “fluff” his cock, I froze, my heart pounding. Elena’s stare bore into me, her silent command clear. Reluctantly, I leaned forward, licking and began sucking Marcus’s hardening cock, my mind reeling with shame and submission. Once fully hard he then turned to Elena, bending her over on the bed and taking her with rough, primal thrusts, her gasps echoing as Vivian watched, smirking at my bound helplessness.
The counsellor taunted me, her voice sharp.
“Look at your wife, enjoying a real man.” Marcus pulled out, his huge cock glistening with Elena’s wetness, and shoved it into my mouth.
“Taste her on him,” Vivian ordered, her words cutting through me. The salty, musky flavour overwhelmed my senses as I obeyed, my face flushed with degradation. This was repeated over and over until Marcus groaned, pulling back to stroke himself, and soon hot streams of cum splattered across my face. Elena rose from the bed, her eyes blazing with power. She crossed the room, slapped me hard across the cheek, and spat on my cum-streaked face, her dominance absolute. I sat there, bound and humiliated, as her saliva mingled with Marcus’s release.
Vivian, our marriage advisor stood over me, her expression satisfied. Before untying me, she produced a chastity cage, locking it tightly around my cock with a click.
“This is a healthier state of affairs. Your wandering eye is hopefully cured.” She handed the key to Elena, who dangled it with a wicked smile.
“Your wife now has the wandering eye,” Vivian declared.
“She’ll enjoy any young, hot, alpha man she likes, while you remain a pussy-free slave, a B.A.V., a Born Again Virgin.” Elena leaned close, her voice dripping with authority.
“No you’ll learn to behave, only then will you maybe earn a release.” As they left, I sat in the quiet bedroom knowing my life had just changed completely, I was bound to my wife, now my Mistress, her will and her insatiable desires. I knew there was more in store for me.
by slut P & MSVB
Real Femdom 
