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Femdom Marriage Counselor

By Ardor

Chapter 1

It was a pretty ordinary day. Well, except for the fact that I was home by myself. Jerry, my husband, was out of town on business. I was just watching tv.

Then the doorbell rang. I looked out the peephole and saw a woman I didn't know. She did seemed kind of familiar in a weird way though. I opened the door and asked, "May I help you?"

Her eyes moved up and down me quickly and then she looked me square in the eye. She seemed to have trouble finding the right words but eventually she asked, "Mrs. Smith?

"Yes, that's me," I replied.

"I need to talk to you about your husband, in private," she said with an uncomfortable look.

"What's this about," I asked afraid of what she might have to say.

"Can I come in, please," she asked.

I would have said no but there was a sad, empathic look on her face that made me think she wasn't aggressive and that it might be better to have this conversation inside. I stepped aside to let her in. She walked past me into the living room.

I followed her in and asked, "OK, now, what is this about?"

She turned around, swallowed once quickly and said, "You're not going to like what I have to say but I need you I listen to me."

Then she took a breath and said, "I'm a professional dominatrix and your husband comes to visit me once a month."

"What," I asked almost as if the words themselves didn't make sense.

"He comes to my dungeon once a month and pays for a one hour session."

"No," I said with an uncomfortable laugh, "you must have gotten my husband confused with someone else. He wouldn't-"

"He's tall, about 6'1, has dark brown hair and a birthmark on the left side of his chest."

Then she took out a sheet of paper from her back pocket and handed it to me. When I unfolded it there was a photocopy of his drivers license.

"What do you want," I asked with and angry look.

"I know this may seem hard to believe but I came here to help save your marriage."

I didn't know how to reply to that. I didn't even know what to think of any of this.

"Why would you even want to do that," I asked.

"Listen, I'm not going to claim to know your husband. We spend a little more than an hour together once a month." Then she paused, looked at the ground for a second, then back up at me and said, "He's not a creep. He's nice and polite to everyone. He doesn't try to stiff me or get sexual. He's there strictly for some D/s play. Technically he hasn't even cheated on you."

"And I'm supposed to be grateful for that or something," I asked with an angry look.

"There's one other thing. He insisted that every session ends with 30 hard swats of my paddle. He insists on hard. In fact, he told me that if he isn't crying by the end I'm not being hard enough on him. I thought he was just a pain freak at first, you know?"

"No, I don't know anything about that," I said in an annoyed tone of voice.

She ignored me and went on, "But he muttered something, under his breath, after each stroke. He was so quiet that I couldn't really hear him. It started to bother me. He's not really like some of the guys that come to me so eventually I had to find out what he was saying."

When she didn't go on I rolled my eyes, breathed out hard and said, "Well, what was it?"

She looked me right in the eye and said, "I'm sorry Elise. He says it 30 times, once after each stroke of the paddle, half of them with tears streaming down his face. Elise, that's, you isn't it?"
Numb, I shook my head yes.

"He's wracked with guilt. The only reason he comes to me is because, for whatever reason, he feels he can't come to you."

"I-I, don't know what I'm supposed to do about this," I said as I looked away from her. "What, am I supposed to run out now and buy a leather outfit and surprise him or something?"

"There are benefits to having a submissive husband. He'll do all the chores around the house, cook, clean, give you massages," she said with a hopeful tone in her voice.

"He does that all ready," I said with a shrug.

"Huh, I should have realized," she said with a smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean," I asked a little pissed off.

"A lot of submissive guys who are with vanilla women will do stuff like that. We call it stealth subbing. He's trying to be submissive to you without you knowing it. Did he ever suggest anything kinky in the bedroom," she asked delicately.

"I don't know, maybe, back when we first started going out. Why are you here," I asked annoyed that not only did she know a side of my husband that I didn't but now she was asking about our sex life? I didn't even know her name.

She came up to me, took my hand, looked at me sincerely and said, "You have the opportunity here for something that people like me look for all our lives, and don't always find. You could confront him with this, make him stop coming to see me and hold it over his head, you could divorce him and make both of you miserable or, you could build something so unique and special that it would bond him to you in a way that would make every other woman on this planet irrelevant to him. He would literally beg for your attention."

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "I don't even know your name."

She held out her hand and said, "My name is Molly."

"Mistress Molly," I asked with a sarcastic smile as I shook her hand.

"Professionally I go by the name lady Cathrine."

After that we sat down and had a long talk. It took me a while to get rid of the attitude but eventually she won me over. I doubted we'd ever be best friends but I realized none of this was really her fault. If Jerry hadn't have gone to her he would have gone to someone else. Someone who might not have been as kind as Molly was.

Molly said that being submissive was sort of like a sexual orientation. Some people were straight, some were gay, or whatever color of the rainbow they chose, and others were submissive or dominant. They could try to ignore it but eventually it's just a need they find that they have to fulfill.

I guessed that sounded reasonable enough. And when I thought back to how Jerry is, and has always acted towards me, I guess I could see his submissive tendencies.

It's not like he was a spineless jellyfish who couldn't stand up for himself. Or the type of guy who would follow me around like a love sick puppy. In most aspects of his life he acted like a normal guy. But he was always very supportive of me, not only in our relationship but also in my career.

In the bedroom he was always very generous. I can count on one hand the number of times he came before me in all the years we've been together. I've never had to ask him to go down on me. He was always eager to do that. In fact, there were plenty of nights he had licked me through two or three orgasms before I had to take a break.

And that was him stealth subbing to me? I could only imagine what having him as an actual submissive might be like.

I asked Molly what types of things she and Jerry did during their sessions. She said that he wasn't into anything extreme or dangerous. She didn't want me to get too far a head of myself though. She also warned me to stay away from Femdom porn on the Internet. She said that like most porn, it was unrealistic and an exaggeration of what most real femdom couples do in real life.

Molly invited me to visit her dungeon a few nights later. She had a client that she thought would be good for me to observe. Since Jerry would be away for another week I wouldn't need to make excuses. Also, part of me felt like I would be getting even with him. This time it was my turn to visit the dungeon. I was to stop by her dungeon Tuesday night at 8 o'clock. I showed Molly to the door and promised I would be there.

The next few nights were difficult. I had a lot of feelings that I couldn't quite sort out. I could sort of understand why Jerry would be afraid to bring something like this up to me. I was still kinda mad at him for going behind my back though. Suddenly the thought of spanking him didn't seem so unusual.

There were also our daily phone calls. When he was away on business he usually called me when he had time. Generally at lunch time and after dinner. I wanted some time to cool off and see how I felt after my dungeon visit. I texted him that I would have work lunches Monday and Tuesday. And that I would be spending Monday and Tuesday night with my friend Sarah. He texted me back that he would miss me but that he understood.

I tried to put the whole thing out of my head for a while. I ate dinner that night and tried to pretend things were normal. It eventually got the best of me and I did an image search on the Internet using the key word female domination.

Some of the images that came up were of scantily clad women doing things to naked men, spanking them, grabbing their balls or sitting on their faces. Most of the women were dressed though. They wore corsets, cat suites, or crazy fetish outfits of leather or some really shinny material.

Some of the guys wore hoods or had leather devices that bound their arms behind there backs. Once guy even had this wooden contraption that closed around his balls and held them out behind him. Another guy had some kind of metal device locked onto his dick. It all seemed so graphic and seedy.

I closed my browser and then my laptop and turned on the TV. Everything seemed dull and boring though. With a grunt of frustration I turned off the TV and went upstairs. I took a long hot shower, threw on an oversized t-shirt and got into bed. I read for a little while but I really couldn't concentrate on my book. After I had read the same paragraph three times I closed my book, put it on my night table, closed my eyes and tried to relax.

Out of no where the images I saw when I had searched for female domination on the web popped into my head. There were naked guys groveling at the feet of dressed women, this really graphic image of a guy licking a woman's butt hole and an image of a guy sucking on a woman's toes. As I mentally flipped through them I felt myself getting aroused.

It's not like I was soaking wet or anything but I felt my nipples harden and there was the beginning of a sensation in my pussy.

I changed the images in my head and imagined the moment Jerry came home from his trip. I confronted him, told him I knew what he had been up to and that I wasn't happy with him. He tried to make excuses but I told him to shut up. I paced angrily in front of him for a minute. I told him to get me a glass of wine while I sat on the couch and thought about what might be a fitting punishment for him. Then I stomped out of the room and sat down on the couch.

Minutes later he came back with a glass of wine and more apologies. I warned him that anything he said would only make things worse. I told him to shut up and stand there until I was ready to deal with him. With an unhappy look on his face he did as he was told.

I ignored him for a few minutes and then I told him to hand me the wine glass. He started to talk and went to sit on the couch next to me. I stopped him cold and told him I didn't think he deserved to sit next to me. Then I pointed to a spot on the floor in front of me. He moved to that spot and slowly sank to his knees. I looked down at him as I leisurely sipped my wine.

After a few sips of wine I ordered him to take off him clothes. When he went to say something I just glared at him angrily. He stopped before a sound had left his mouth and began undressing. He pulled his shirt off over his head and then took off his shoes. When he went to stand to remove his pants I told him that he didn't have permission to stand up. He laid down on the floor and took off his pants and underwear at the same time.

Imagining my naked submissive husband at my feet had gotten me pretty hot. My right hand quietly slipped between my legs. I imagined him as he laid flat on the floor in front of me. His dick was hard. I put my feet up on him. Then I imagined myself as I toyed with his hard dick with my foot. I just batted it around at first but then I rubbed the sole of my shoe gently over it.

When he moaned I brought that foot up to his face and had him kiss the sole of my shoe. Then, since this was a fantasy, I instantly switched positions. I imagined he knelt directly in front of me. His legs were spread widely and I had my right leg crossed over my left. He kissed my right shoe and apologized after each kiss. While I stepped on his dick with my left foot. I squished his dick gently between my shoe and the floor while he kissed my foot.

"You were very, very bad, do you understand that," I asked him.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm very, very sorry," he said between kisses to my foot.

"That's right you are. Now who do you belong to," I asked as I stepped just a little bit harder on his dick.

"You, I belong completely to you."

"Do you pledge yourself to me, and me only, for the rest of your life," I asked as I watched him kiss the toe of my shoe.

"Yes I swear it, you're the only woman in the entire world for me," he said between kisses. "I'm your slave forever."

"Good boy, now forget about my shoe and put your tongue to use over here," I said as I suddenly imagined myself naked from the waist down. I spread my legs for him and slumped down on the couch.
As I laid there in bed and imagined all this I had the palm of my hand ground up against my clit and two finger deep inside me. I was incredibly turned on. I came as I imagined him servicing my for as long as I wanted, through as many orgasms as I wanted. I drifted off to sleep and thought that maybe I could get used to this after all.

Bonus Chapter Sample

After Jerry's spanking we had a long talk. We had lots of long talks actually. I made him confess all of his fantasies to me. I had him kneel naked on the floor in front of me and masturbate while he told me his most perverted fantasies. I made it clear that we wouldn't be living out all of them, that wasn't the point. The point was that he wasn't allowed to have secrets from me anymore.

I kept him naked at home. Mostly because he liked it. Although, I quickly got used to his nudity as a symbol of his position in our relationship. I found I liked seeing him naked in the kitchen or doing chores. It gave me a little rush of power.

A lot of the daily things in our life didn't change though. We got up in the morning, went to work and paid our bills like any normal couple. And just because he was naked around the house didn't mean he was my slave 24/7. However, now that the submissive cat was out of the bag there were perks to being the Domme of the house. I certainly took advantage of them. I never got up to refill my own drink, I got control of the TV remote and all I had to do was hint that my feet hurt and he was down there giving me a message in seconds.

Also, the cock tease came roaring out of me. Having Jerry naked all the time gave me complete access to his body. I grabbed his ass or teased his dick while he tried to talk to me. Early on I established that he wasn't allowed to come without my permission. He was much more eager to please when his dick was hard. I wasn't a total bitch though. I'd make him earn his orgasms but I would eventually grant them.

During one of his fantasy confessions I kept him at my feet masturbating for over an hour while he told me in great detail about his deep desire to worship my ass. I could tell he was really into the idea by how many times he had to actually slow his hand as it stroked his hard dick.

Another time we were cuddled up on the couch watching TV. I snaked my hand across his back and down between his butt cheeks. I toyed, teased and fingered his asshole for an hour and a half. By the time my shows were over he was whimpering and dripping. I told him that I would allow him to masturbate and come on my feet if he agreed to lick them clean afterwards. I was surprised at how eagerly he agreed to that. From that point on I made him eat his come after every orgasm. He sucked it out of my pussy, licked it off my tits and my ass. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed his tongue at my back door.

All the anal play made me think of Lin's offer to teach us about strap-on play. I decided to bring it up at his next fantasy confession. Rather than have him masturbate I told him to kneel at my feet and put his hands behind his back. Then I sat down on the couch in front of him and took off my shoes. I teased his dick with my feet as we talked.

"No coming, understand," I asked. "You're to warn me if you get close."

"Yes Ma'am," he said with a groan.

He obviously could tell he was in for a long session of teasing. The funny thing was he loved to be teased as much as he hated it.

"Good boy," I said as I rubbed the ball of my foot up the length of his hard dick. "I want to talk about a specific type of play tonight, strap-on sex."

He looked up at me and blushed as I squeezed the head of his dick with my toes.

"W-what do you want to know," he asked.

"Come on now, we both know you like having your ass played with don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said quietly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," I said as I pressed one foot up against his dick and the other went under his and behind his balls.

I pointed my big toe upwards and searched for his asshole. When I found it I pressed upwards and rubbed his asshole.

"Oh," he moaned, "I really like having my ass played with."

"You really like it huh," I asked with a wicked smile. "The way I hear it told anytime there was a Domme with a strap-on dong at the dungeon you practically drooled all over yourself."

"But I never once did that with any of the women there. It was too close to sex for me and I felt guilty enough about the other things I did do," he said quickly.

"And it's a good thing you didn't. I don't think lady Catherine has a paddle big enough to make amends for something like that," I said half serious, half joking. "However, now that your shameful secret is out I can take care of your needs. Is this one of them?"

The soft sole of my foot glided up and down the shaft of his dick. My toe poked and rubbed up against his asshole. Teasing and keeping him on the edge always seemed to make these little talks go easier.
"Yes," he said eagerly, "I've been dying for you to bend me over and take me."

"Ooh, take you huh? I think I like the sound of that. Tell me how you imagine it might go?"

"You'd be dressed. A thin t-shirt and no bra, jean shorts cut obscenely high. The bottoms of your ass cheeks would stick out the back. Your cock would stick out of the fly."

"MMM," I said as I stroked his hard dick with my foot, "go on, go on."

"It doesn't matter where I was, in the kitchen cooking dinner, in the living room watching TV, you'd come up to me, tits bouncing through your t-shirt, cock sticking out from the front of your skimpy shorts and say, come here boy my cock needs to be in your mouth."

"Ooh, you're just dying to suck my big girl cock aren't you," I asked.

He looked up at me as I teased his helpless dick and said, "Yes, I do, I want to, suck your cock. It belongs in my mouth."

"Yeah it does, where else does it belong," I asked getting into this little fantasy.

He moaned quietly as my feet continued to tease him and said, "Balls deep in my ass."

"You're just dying to get fucked aren't you, you horny little slut?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said eagerly, "I need you to take me and make me yours."

"So I guess after you suck my cock I bend you over and fuck you like a little bitch."

"Oh God, I hope so," he said with a moan.

"So if my foot was a nice big dildo stuck to the ground you'd ride it for me," I asked.

"Oh yes Ma'am," he said in a quiet breathy voice.

"Then I want you to bounce up and down on my foot. Pretend it's a big fat cock and show me how you'd ride it."

He looked right at me and started to mime fucking a dildo for me. I kept my foot pointed up so that every time he came back down my big toe would poke him right in the asshole. All the while my other foot rubbed up against his hard dick. It didn't take long for him to start moaning.

"Tell me when you start to get close," I ordered.

He rode the imaginary cock for another minute or so and then said, "Uh, I'm getting close."

"Slow down, ride that cock nice and slow for me," I said as I took the pressure off his dick and just let my foot graze his dick.

He really made a slutty show of fucking himself on an imaginary cock. When he came down he pressed up against my big toe. Once or twice I though it was actually going to pop inside him.

"Do you want to come," I asked.

"Oh, yes please, lady Elise, please may I come, please," he said with desperation in his eyes.

"In a minute I will allow you to come. But first, two things, one, you know you will have to lick your come off my foot, right?"

"Yes Ma'am, I will happy lap up every last drop if you'll allow me to."

"Beg me," I said knowing from an earlier confession that he liked to be forced to be made to beg.

"Please, please lady Elise, let me lick my come off your foot," he begged.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy watching you do that," I said with a smile. "Number two, and don't you dare come when I tell you this, Lin has offered me strap-on lessons at the dungeon. Would you like to be well and properly fucked on the floor of lady Catherine's dungeon?"

He bit his lower lip, looked at me with a pleading desperate look and moaned.

"Answer me boy, I want to hear a yes or a no," I ordered.

"Yes, I will be incredibly turned on but nervous," he admitted while he humped my foot.

I leaned forward, looked him right in the eye and said, "I will be there to protect you. And I'm going to fuck you up the ass right there in the middle of the dungeon so that everyone knows who owns your ass."

"Oh, God," he said with wild desperate eyes, "please, please may I come?"

I looked at him, sat back on the couch and waited a few seconds. Then I stretched out my arms over the back of the couch and slowly said, "Yes you may."

He brought his hands out from behind his back and pressed my foot against his dick. He sunk down and rubbed his asshole against my toe. Then after humping my foot for a few moments he came all over my foot.

When he was done, as his breath began to slow a little I said, "Now clean my foot boy and do a good job of it."

He let go of my foot and sat back on his heels. I rubbed my foot up against the head of his dick so that I was sure to get it nice and covered in his come. Then, I lifted it up to his mouth. As he looked me right in the eye he began to lap up his come.

"Such a naughty boy," I said with a smile, "now suck on my come covered toes."

I watched carefully as he licked and sucked every toe. When he was done I carefully pulled my foot away from his face, stood up and said, "Remove my pants."

He reached up and undid the buttons on my jeans. Then he opened my pants and pulled them down. I braced myself on his shoulder while he helped me step out of them. Once my jeans were off he quickly folded them and placed them on the couch out of the way.

He looked at my panty covered pussy like it was the source of all wonder. I stroked his hair and said, "Kiss me through my panties."

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my panties just above my clit. I also heard him breath in through his nose.

"Naughty boy," I said as I smiled down at him, "remove my panties. You have work to do."

"Yes Ma'am," he said as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties at both hips.

I watched him as he slowly pulled my panties down. He revealed a pussy he's seen thousands of times before but there was still this look of anticipation on his face. There was this look of longing and desire that I had never seen on him before.

It's not that he hasn't gone down on me in the past. And it's not that he didn't do it with enthusiasm but from the way he does it as my submissive it was clear he had been holding back on me in the past. He said during one of his confessions, and I quote, that my body was the alter upon which he worshipped me. And you don't have to tell me how cheesy that sounds but if you saw the look in his eyes when he said it you would be as wet I was, which was nearly dripping.

He pulled my panties down my legs and helped me step out of them. I sat down on the couch and spread my legs wide. He knelt there and looked at me like he was hypnotized. I decided to have a little fun.

"Come closer but no touching, yet," I said as I moved my right hand between my legs.

He came closer as I pinched the top of my pussy between my thumb and forefinger. My clit was sandwiched between my outer lips and I jerked it up and down like a guy whacking off.

"Come a bit closer," I said.

He moved closer. My pussy was just a few inches from his face. I stroked my clit slowly and made him watch.

"Can you smell my cunt from there," I asked.

"Yes," he replied in a breathy hiss.

As I jerked off and teased him I smirked to myself. The old me, the me of just a few weeks ago, would be stunned if she were to hear me talk and see me act like this. It was amazing how quickly things had escalated. How freeing it was to know that I could do almost anything I wanted. Being in control of things freed me to do and say whatever I liked. It was a real aphrodisiac in way I never would have imagined.

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