How Curiosity for BDSM Ended in Femdom Facesitting Heaven

Three months ago, I started to gather an interest in alternative sexual practices. See, my wife has had a hard time at work of late, and as such, our sex life has gone downhill. I know she loves me, and I know she’s fully committed to being my love in life, but she’s always tired, moody and not in the zone when we try to be intimate.

I’ve always liked porn, but after my wife started to be less active in the bedroom, I needed an outlet. I think as a result of my wife’s lowered desire, I craved more than anything to be dominated by her. I not only wanted sex, I wanted sex in a way that told me we were doing it. Casual encounters were okay, but the rush I felt when I imagined my wife shoving my face into a pillow and having her way with my body was incredible.

I stayed up until quite late pretending to work when my wife called in an early night. I’d sit there for hours, reading up on various activities and becoming overwhelmed with the ideas that ran through my mind. I knew that in her current state, trying to make my wife into the dominatrix I craved was a bad step forward. Instead, I decided to find some books that might perk her interests.

With a list in hand and plenty of cash, I went to my local bookstore and navigated my way to the adult section. I only managed to find two titles that were suggested, but both involved femdom and were considered to be the best by members of the kink community. After grabbing them, I headed home and left them on the side, sending my wife a text letting her know that I’d got her some literature. In order to keep things light, I maintained a level of comedy when I messaged her:

Hey babe, hope you’re okay. I was at the bookstore and found these – thought you might want to find a way to shut me up when I’m pushy about sex, LOL. Love you. x

She briefly acknowledged their existence when she got home but nothing more was said.

I waited two weeks. During that time, I started to notice that while the novels themselves hadn’t been moved, the bookmarks that came with them had. I was excited by the idea of my wife reading about femdom, but I decided not to talk about it and let her talk to me about our sex life when she felt it appropriate.

The next day, after I had a rather enjoyable day at work, I came home to a very frustrated wife. She claimed that her new boss was a bit of a joke, and that he made a joke about her shoes being too pointy.

I laughed, because I said the exact same thing when she bought them. Big mistake.

“You think it’s funny, Larry? My workplace senior is making fun of me and all you can do is giggle like a little schoolgirl?” – She was deadly serious.

I stopped laughing immediately and kept what must have been one of the most stupid expressions on my face. It was hard for me to remain composed, because she was getting so worked up over something so little.

“Get in the fucking bedroom, now.” – My wife commanded me.

I did as I was told, thinking we were going to have a serious chat about life. The idea of what followed hadn’t even registered as an option.

She undid her work pants, slid them off and pushed me onto my back. Here I was, helpless to resist as my wife instigated sex for the first time in what felt like years. I was in heaven.

Of course, the moment was cut short when I realized that she was about to mount my face. Facesitting hasn’t always been my favorite femdom practice, but if my wife wanted me to eat her cunt while she smashed it against my face, I wasn’t going to resist. She pulled aside her panties, positioned her clit in between my lips and rested the full weight of her body on my face. I’d never experienced facesitting before, so the sensation was incredibly weird. I found it hard to breathe, the pressure on my nose was uncomfortable and her pubic hair dug into my face. Yet still, I used my tongue to stimulate her clit while she continued to grind on top of me.

Within seconds, my wife was moaning as loud as she could while ripping off her top and playing with her nipples as she fully controlled the scenario. She took turns fiddling with her breasts and holding each of my hands as tight as she could, blurting out random sentences that took me over the edge.

“Now who’s he fucking comedian, Larry? Now who looks like a fucking idiot with his mouth full of cunt?” – She was insatiable!

The words she used made the situation we were in so much hotter. My wife was rarely dominating and only liked being on top when she had great days at work. Now, all of a sudden, after what she made to be the worst day of her life, she was face fucking me with her beautiful pussy and getting off to it at the same time.

Soon enough, her hands were buried in my hair and she pulled my head ever closer to her groin, slamming my already stinging face deeper against her slit.

“I’m gonna cum all over your face and make you to lick up my juices. Is that what you want Larry? Do you want to mop up after your beautiful femdom loving wife?”

I murmured “Ummhmm” under her body and apparently, that small confirmation was enough to send her over the edge. Within seconds, my wife clamped her thighs around my neck and began to squeeze as she made that beautiful sound that came from her mouth when she was at the peak of orgasm. The relief that washed over my body as my wife got off to facesitting was remarkable. It had been a long, long time since I’ve seen her enjoy an orgasm that intense. I continued to stimulate her clit for a short time after that and started to pull away as she came to the end of her domination over me.

She sat on top of me, regained her breath, removed her groin from my face and looked at me.

Now she was the one giggling.

“You look like a clown with your red nose!” – She paused for several seconds.

“That was … fun.” – She smiled and dismounted me.

The facesitting experience was pure bliss, and with any luck, my beautiful wife will want to indulge in regular femdom sessions in no time at all.

By Dominatrix Draven