Mission Submission

Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. All characters engaged in sexual activity are well over the age of 18 and enthusiastically consenting. Fair warning: This story includes anal sex, analingus, and female ejaculation. Also, a primary theme of the story is the exploration of Femdom roleplay and light bondage. The nature of the exploration of those themes is so playful and gentle that this story doesn't belong in the Fetish category.

The tone of the story is loving and romantic with lots of silliness sprinkled in. Expect many pop culture and science fiction references, as well. Enjoy!

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MISSION SUBMISSION

by Eosphorus

"Ten letter word for 'giving up control.' Hmm. Got it! SUBMISSION!"

Submission, huh? Talk about a crossword clue reading my mind.

I rub Jill's thigh and smile her way. She winks, a delighted grin on her face. She's on pace to finish the Sunday crossword in under fifteen minutes again. Same as every week. And, as usual, narrating all of it as she goes along.

"Next one. 'Place to put the feet up.' Seven letters, starting with O. Hmm. OTTOMAN! Yes! Jillian Sarah Schneidermann-MacElroy is slaying it today, folks. Fire!"

I look back at my tablet, scrolling through the list of stories. There's a ton of new ones to choose from in the Fetish category. Plenty which focus on a particular new interest of mine which has been preoccupying my erotic imagination. A fantasy that maybe it's time Jill knows about. I pick a story that looks interesting. The opening words draw me right in.

He bows his head as he kneels. "Mistress. Command me."

She nods, looming over him. He's learned so much these last few weeks, hasn't he? One of the best subs she's ever had. Good for him, because tonight's lesson is advanced.

She shakes her head. "Not Mistress, but Queen! I am to be addressed as Your Queen."

A visible shiver passes through him. Pure happiness fills his eyes.

"Yes... My Queen."

I'm pulled right into the narrative. Imagining myself as the male character. Yeah. To be in that situation. Kneeling before Jill, following her every command. Under her absolute control. Giving myself over to her. Fuck, that's hot.

"Hello!" Jill says, waving her hand. "Hello! I finished in twelve minutes and forty-seven seconds. This is the part where you lavish copious praise upon my genius."

"Sorry," I say. "Zoned-out."

Her face lights up. "You must've found a good one. Send it to me."

I hesitate. I'm not sure why. We're always sending each other erotic stories. All part of our Sunday routine. It starts with plant-based eggs due to Jill's allergies accompanied by rye toast with lingonberry jelly from IKEA. Jill's "breakfast of choice." I always ask her what she'd like to drink with it and her answer is always the same.

"Tea. Earl Grey. Hot."

We lounge on the sectional afterwards. Jill does the crossword while I read. Then we send each other links to sexy stories or read them aloud to one another. Before long, we're reenacting what we just read.

Yeah, Sundays are my favorites.

"What're you waiting for?" she says. "Send it to me."

"Nah," I tease.

She gets up, pushing my tablet down. All not-quite five feet of her stands there trying to look scary. "Don't make me get tough, mister."

Time for some fun. "Yeah, I'm quaking."

Jill leaps into my lap, straddling me. "Do not test my resolve or I will initiate a tickle attack."

She's fucking adorable. My dorky darling with her pale white skin, long curly black hair, and coke bottle glasses. Big tits and soft thighs I never tire of. A surplus of sexiness packed into so few feet.

Such a hottie. I thought so from the first glance I ever got of her at law school orientation. There she was, this vertically-challenged treasure sitting in the front row. A curvy geek asking a thousand questions. Who was she? I had to know. I still want to know.

I smile. "A tickle attack holds no fear for me."

Her eyebrows narrow, her glasses slipping to the end of her nose. Those dark brown eyes peer into my very being. "Send me the link, or suffer the consequences."

"No. And you can't make me."

"Foolish boy!" Her fingers dance over my ribcage. I make it two seconds before swatting her hands away and wriggling backwards. How has she defeated me again so easily? I've got a full foot on her.

"You win! I'll send you the story."

She laughs. "Your feeble skills are no match for the power of the tickle attack."

I send the link. She lays back, her feet resting on my lap. She reads it on her phone while I finish it on my tablet. The trace of a smile appears on her lips. It grows into a grin, her eyes brimming with glee.

She looks up. "Nothing like a woman in command, is there? Perhaps you should start addressing me as Your Royal Highness. Maybe Your Most Serene Majesty. I always wanted to be called serene."

Seed planted.

Jill reads on. I finish the story and watch her. Her eyebrows rise. She's gotten to the part where the male character is tied to the chair, hasn't she?

She looks up a minute later, grinning. Sliding closer to me. "That was strangely appealing."

"I'm glad you think so."

"You know what this means," she says.

"I haven't the slightest idea."

She laughs, taking my tablet and tossing it onto the cushion next to me. Straddling me once again. "Your diabolical scheme has failed, my dear."

"Diabolical scheme? Moi?"

"Yes, toi." She pokes my chest. "I'm onto you, bub. Your plan was to use that story to make me horny."

I glance at my tablet. It's landed crooked on the cushion. I reach over and turn it so that it's parallel to the edge. Much better. Now I can concentrate, running my hands up the outside of Jill's wonderful thighs. "You're saying I've failed in this endeavor?"

"Indeed, you have! Unbeknownst to you, I woke up horny. And I've only grown hornier since breakfast. Then you played right into my hands sending me that story."

I like where this is going.

"Now I'm so cranked-up I could take on the entire New Jersey Devils first line," she says. "Cancel any and all plans you may have had. You have a rapacious wife on your hands who is not to be denied."

Jackpot!

"And guess what? You're not gonna get off with only making me come once or twice. No, no, no. It's going to take a lot more for this itch to be scratched. Everything which has transpired has done so according to my design."

She places her hands on either side of my face and kisses me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. We grind against each other, making out. She's aggressive. Frantic, even. She wasn't kidding about being extra-horny this morning, was she?

Jill backs off. "Naked, now! Hurry!"

A frenzied stripping follows. Fortunately, pajama bottoms and T-shirts are easy to take off. We're naked in seconds flat. Jill takes my cock in hand and it swells at her touch.

She slides down, kneeling in front of the couch. Kissing the tip of my cock and licking off a tiny pearl of precum.

"Fuck," I moan.

Jill sucks my dick, her head moving up and down on the top half while jerking the bottom. With her free hand, she caresses my balls. She knows how to hit my buttons, doesn't she?

Jill stands and climbs atop me once again. "I'm so ready to get you inside me."

She fingers herself a few times, then takes my cock in hand. She guides it inside her, pushing down. Backing off, pressing down again. Working me deeper, taking my entire length. She leans forward, kissing me and cradling the side of my face.

I thrust up, my hands clutching her plump, milky white ass cheeks. She pushes down, moaning. Her tongue circles mine. Damn, I love her. Every oddball thing. Every quirk and idiosyncrasy. The fact that she's a wanton banshee in bed is a giant bonus.

Happy, delirious minutes follow. Jill rides me hard as we kiss, hands groping one another furiously. She comes first and I get there a minute later. My cock throbs, pumping cum deep inside her. Bringing me ecstasy and delight followed by deep relief.

Jill kisses me. "Well done. But you're not off the hook yet, sweetums. No, no, no. We're just getting started."

__________

"Where'd the afternoon go?" Jill asks.

She sits up and I wrap an arm over her shoulder. Her nudity feels good, even when I'm this sexually spent. And I am spent. I thought I was after the second time. But she managed to get me up for a third round. Of course she did.

"I can't think of a better way to spend a Sunday," I say.

"We should talk about it, don't you think?" Jill says. "Namely, the nature of that story."

I can't resist kidding. "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't make me break out the tickle attack, buster, or you'll be sorry. I'm talking about the fem-dom stuff."

"Fem-dom? What's that?"

She turns towards me. "Don't make me destroy you."

"I'm honestly unfamiliar with that term. What does it refer to?"

She huffs in that adorable way of hers when she pretends to be angry. "Enough! Prepare for thy certain destruction!"

"I will resist you with my last ounce of strength."

"Resistance is futile!" Jill lunges forward, snarling.

This time I will resist the power of her tickles. This time she is not going to win. No matter what. I shall prevail. I shall win through to absolute victory!

"Okay, okay!" I shout two seconds in. "It's true, it's true. I admit to everything."

Jill withdraws, an ear-to-ear grin on her face. "Why do you even bother?"

"For fun."

She laughs. "I don't care if no one else understands these games of ours. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Jill sits up. "It is a truth universally acknowledged that marathon fuck sessions cause Jillian Sarah Schneidermann-MacElroy to work up an appetite. How's Carlo's for dinner?"

"We need to shower first."

Jill smiles. "Shall we shower together?"

"No. Go ahead."

She looks me in the eye. "You will accompany me into the shower."

"I will accompany you into the shower," I repeat.

"You will shampoo my hair and soap-up my gorgeous body."

"I will shampoo your hair," I say. "And soap-up your gorgeous body."

"Then you will fuck me again."

Again? Oh, boy. "Then I will fuck you again."

She takes my hand. "Come along."

_________

Jill scrutinizes the menu. Frowning and shaking her head.

It's the same thing every week. She'll hem and haw and wonder if she should try one of the pasta dishes. She'll mention how her sister Jessica says the cheesesteaks here are fantastic. Yeah, yeah, whatever. In the end she'll ask me if we should just get a large pie with pepperoni and jalapeños and a pitcher of Yuengling.

Our waitress Caroline appears. "Hey! The usual, guys?"

Jill looks at me and I nod.

"Yes, please." Jill hands her the menus. After Caroline leaves, Jill squeezes my hand. "Talk to me, sweetums. Fem-dom's something you're interested in?"

I take a deep breath. We try to be honest with each other regarding our sexual interests but it's still difficult for me even though we included it in our wedding vows. Jill insisted the whole thing be in heroic couplets. What were the pertinent lines?

To ask when we want to try something in bed,

To let no desire remain unspoken or unsaid.

I smile whenever I remember it. All that squirming from my religious family as we recited the vows. I took the first line of each couplet, Jill the second.

My parents were already dismayed that I was marrying an atheist Jew instead of some nice Catholic girl who'd give them eight grandkids and lead me back to religion. Having a secular officiant perform the ceremony should've convinced them that was never going to happen.

Our first dance as a married couple didn't help, either. Instead of a traditional dance, we surprised everyone with a highly-choreographed lightsaber duel. It brought down the house but let's just say Mom wasn't amused. She thought two young lawyers should display more maturity.

"I've been reading a bunch of stories about it lately," I say. "It has a tremendous appeal."

"Let me get this straight. I'm already a bossy, opinionated little bitch. And you're offering me the opportunity to bring that into bed. Plus, it'll make my sweetums happy. Hat trick!"

"I hoped you might feel that way," I say.

Caroline returns with our pitcher. Jill fills her glass casually, not worried about the foamy head.

She takes a sip, studying me carefully. "And what about that other thing? The male character spent most of the story tied to a chair."

I pour beer into my glass slowly, concentrating until it's filled exactly to the rim. No trace of foam. "Now that you mention it, I suppose that was the case."

"Ditch the innocent-me bit, bucko. That story was chosen by you to get this conversation started. You've never been all that good with direct communication, which is why you love sending me these veiled messages."

She's right. If I lay out what I want, she'll be game. "I admit that part also had a certain appeal."

"Are you going to make me guess what aspects? Geez, babe. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. We both know what you wanna tell me."

"Then why do I need to say it?" I ask.

"Because, communicating your desires has never been your strong suit and I'm not going to allow you to not work on that."

I squeeze her hand. "You win. I want to take a submissive role. I want to worship you and put myself at your mercy. I want you to act like that bossy bitch you describe, ordering me around. A big role-playing element is part of it for me. I'd like things to include some mild restraints, too."

She smiles. "Was that really so hard to say? You know I'm happy to make all that happen for you. Best of all, that means I get to do research! Yes! You know I love it when I have to do a deep dive on a new topic."

"You're welcome," I say.

"I don't have to leave for my flight until Tuesday. Plenty of time to stop by the bookstore. They must have a few titles on getting started with this sort of thing. BDSM for Dummies or something like that."

"You think the bookstore on Main Street of this sleepy shore town carries books on BDSM?"

"I know it does," Jill says. "The 'Sex and Sexuality' section is right next to the science fiction one."

"One other thing. I like the BD, the SM not so much. I don't want the whipping and spanking parts."

Jill laughs. "Yeah, no shit. You get a paper cut and whine about it for a week."

"You can pretend to whip me," I say. "Even threaten to do so. But not actually do it."

Jill nods. "Good. I'm happy to play a bitchy character, boss you around, tie you up, and force you to do my bidding. But I'm quite certain I could never bring myself to inflict actual pain upon you. I just don't have it in me to hurt my baby."

We lean over the table and kiss.

"I don't even know why this appeals to me," I say.

"I can guess. High-powered lawyer, college football player before that. You'd want to switch up that dynamic. Feel vulnerable for a change."

"It's more than that," I say. "But I don't know what exactly."

"It's okay, babe. You'll figure it out. Now I'm sorry I have that damn conference. But rest assured, we will have everything worked out by the time I get back from Atlanta. Then the fun begins. Ah, the things I shall devise."

I smile. "I'm not afraid."

It's too much of a softball for her to pass up. She pauses, raising an eyebrow. "You will be. You will be."

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I always feel Jill's absence hardest when we're apart more than a day. I'll be home and read something funny. I look up, ready to share it with her. Then I remember.

Oh, that's right. She's away.

It's only three days. I'll survive. I'm busy with my own work. Three depositions in one week. Jill knows I miss her, though, and I get a larger number of texts than usual. Mostly cheesy dad jokes. Jill's a big fan of dad jokes.

Day One brings a gem: "What country has the fastest growing capital city?"

I take the bait. "What country?"

"Ireland. Every day it's Dublin!"

It's not the same without her delivery in person. The way her face lights up with delight at the sheer badness of it.

"Too funny," I text back.

"BTW Dublin is the safe word," she responds. "DUBLIN. Either of us says it and whatever we're doing pauses."

Duly noted.

Day Two starts with her sending me a picture of "Lady With a Parasol" by Claude Monet. Except instead of Monet's wife Camille it's Darth Vader.

I text back right away. "Why would Vader need a parasol? His helmet already protects him from the sun."

"Fashion."

I shake my head, typing back. "Vader cares not for fashion."

"Explain the cape."

Checkmate, dammit.

This morning came a limerick. She's always coming up with new ones.

There was a young lady from Des Moines

Who had a large sack full of coins.

The nickels and dimes

Obtained from the times

She cradled the boys in her loins.

We've talked every night, too. Discussed all aspects and angles of this new fantasy. Fleshing out what we're both comfortable with and hatching a plan to make it happen.

"I'm so pumped!" she said last night. "I can't wait to get into the persona. This shall be a grand performance for the ages."

"When does it begin?" I asked.

"The second I step off the plane. T-minus fifteen hours and twenty minutes until Mission Submission takes off."

__________

Disembarking passengers stream by. Men and women in a hurry.

My pulse races. Why am I nervous? It's just a game. A fun fantasy. Nothing more. Yeah, and my deepest desire. Jill said to expect a helluva performance. With her flair for the absurd, this oughta be good.

Where is she, anyhow? Everyone else seems to have exited the plane. She was in first class so shouldn't she have been among the first off? Unless she's waiting to make an entrance. Or using the bathroom to change. She mentioned something about a new outfit. I have a bad feeling about this.

Holy shit!

A dozen heads turn Jill's way as she comes into view. Conversation stops. A guy in a Yankees cap stares wide-eyed at her.

It takes a moment to register if it's actually Jill. Yeah, it's her. And what's the word for the way she's walking? Sashaying? Sauntering? Strutting!

Her dress is as bright red as bright red gets. It's also tiny and hugs her curves, showing off her womanly hips and big tits. She's paired it with a black leather jacket and sunglasses. Her hair is down, raven locks in sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Thigh high black boots, too.

She didn't own this outfit when she left for Atlanta. Nothing remotely like it. At work, Jill wears lawyerly skirt suits in muted colors. At home, it's all sweats and hoodies, superhero shirts and fuzzy slippers.

There's a purposefulness to her stride, an air of narcissism. Like she's annoyed that everyone doesn't simply make way for her. How dare these fools not bow down to her!

There are cracks in the edges of her performance, though. She sees me and starts to smile before catching herself. She forces it down, biting her lower lip.

I know my lady well. Her usual self would dash forward and throw her arms around me. Kissing my lips then holding my hand as we walk back to the car. Talking animatedly, sharing every tiny detail of her flight.

Not this Jill. This Jill shoves her carry-on into my chest and walks past me without so much as a word. I sling it over my shoulder and follow her.

The Yankees cap dude gives us a strange look. I smile and shrug. He looks even more confused.

We reach the luggage carousel. She points to me then to it. I get the message. I wait for her luggage while she stands off to the side scrolling on her phone shaking her head.

"They shall all drown in lakes of blood," she mutters through clenched teeth loud enough for people to hear. "Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark. Now they will learn why they fear the night."

People glance her way and she chokes back a laugh. She's having a good time, isn't she?

Her R2D2 suitcase appears and I grab it off the carousel. She turns and walks towards the exit. I hurry to catch up with her. She doesn't bother holding the door to the parking deck for me, letting it close in my face. The Yankees cap guy starts in surprise.

I race to get ahead of her--she doesn't even know where I'm parked!-- and lead her to my car. I put her suitcase in the trunk. She stands off to the side, tapping her foot and shaking her head. Her mouth curled up in a smirk. Trying not to laugh.

God, she's cute. So fucking cute. I can't take it already. "Dublin!"

"Oh, thank goodness!" Jill jumps into my arms, hugging me tight and wrapping her legs around my waist. I'm pushed back against the fender as she plants her lips onto mine. Deep tongue-kissing follows. The Yankees cap dude walks by staring.

Jill kisses my neck. "I've missed you so much, my sweetums, my sweetums! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

Jill's lips find mine again. She kisses me hard, then backs off. "Han to my Leia! Bruce to my Selena! Sweetums, sweetums, SWEETUMS!"

"I love you, too," I say. "But I guess we should resume the game, huh?"

"Fine." She pushes me back, resuming her bitchy demeanor.

"Get my door, you dithering dolt!" she screams. "FASTER, IDIOT!"

I dash forward, opening her door. She gets into the backseat. The Yankees cap guy stands by his trunk as we back out. I wave to him as we drive off. Jill blows him a raspberry.

She doesn't speak a word to me as we exit the airport. I pull out onto the highway, setting the cruise control to precisely seventy.

I glance in the rearview mirror. Jill stares at her phone. Occasionally muttering something angry under her breath or huffing randomly. She's really keeping up the act, isn't she? Still wearing sunglasses, too. The poor thing is blind without her glasses.

That's a key to her performance, isn't it? No matter how good an actress she is, she knows she can't hide the sparkle in them when she's having fun. She probably figured this out while practicing in the mirror. I can picture her in her hotel room in Atlanta, testing out various tones and inflections. "You talking to me? You talking to me?"

But every time those dark, dazzling eyes gave away the lie. So she covered them up. I know her mind better than she does. Right now, that magical creature in the backseat is in agony. Her natural buoyant nature held in check, but to a purpose.

"We should be home in another ten minutes," I say as we exit the highway.

She breaks for a moment and starts to nod. Then catches herself and snaps at me. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to, and even then keep your insipid remarks to an absolute minimum."

I turn onto Lynne Street, then Osprey Lane. Rose from down the block is headed the other way in her Corvette. We give each other a mutual wave as we pass.

"Eyes on the road, you insufferable clump of carbon!" Jill snaps.

I pull into the driveway, taking care to make sure my car's mirrors are precisely aligned with Jill's car's mirrors.

Jill waits for me to open the door for her and get her bags out of the trunk. She stands by the front door with her arms folded, tapping her foot impatiently. "Half-witted dunce!"

I fumble with the keys on purpose.

Jill grits her teeth, barely holding back laughter. "You are as clumsy as you are stupid. Open the door, boneheaded bumbler. Quickly, you pea brained poodle-humper!"

I hold the door open for her. She strides past me, then stops. I take my time dragging in her luggage and closing the door behind me. Jill mutters assorted obscenities and insults.

"You will proceed to the spare room," she says.

"Of course, honey, I--"

"Honey!" She screeches. "HONEY? The unmitigated gall! From now on you are to address me as Mistress Jillian. Is that clear, you inane imbecile?"

"Yes."

She steps forward. "Yes, what?"

I bow my head. This is so much fun. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

"That's better. Take care you show me proper reverence from now on or you will come to regret it." Her voice cracks and she laughs.

Jill turns away and it takes a few moments to compose herself. She looks back at me and laughs, turning away once more. I can't help but chuckle.

She takes longer to recover her imperious persona than before. When she does, she's added a British accent. "Do not think of yourself as amusing in the least bit. You naughty, naughty boy. I've had quite enough of your antics. This tomfoolery ends NOW!"

We both crack up.

"Tomfoolery?" I say.

She shrugs. "It felt right in the moment. We're awful at this, aren't we?"

"No. We're just us. And I wouldn't have us any other way."

"Neither would I." She lifts her face, pursing her lips. I kiss them.

"I think we'll get better when the actual fucking starts," she says. "Try again?"

"Try again."

Jill clears her throat. "You can start by wiping that stupid grin off your face. It makes you look like a schmuck." She lowers her sunglasses, glaring at me. "Listen carefully because I am NOT going to repeat myself. I expect my instructions to be carried out to the letter. Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

"Yes, Mistress Jillian."

Jill circles me. I turn my head.

"Look straight ahead and listen carefully," she says. "You will go upstairs, into the spare room. You will disrobe. You will take the chair from the corner and place it in the precise center of the room facing the door. You will sit in that chair. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress Jillian."

She continues circling. "You are to wait for me in silence. You are not to read, you are not to go on your phone, and you are not to jerk off. Don't dare any of these things or I will know. Surely, I've made myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Jillian." She's good. She knows it's taking all my will not to add "and don't call me Shirley."

She waits, the trace of a smile on her lips as she stops in front of me. "Come to think of it, you have not earned my trust. Give me your phone."

I give her my phone. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

"Now, go. Make it so."

I bow. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

___________

I follow her instructions, going upstairs and stripping down. I fold my clothes and place the bundle on the desk, making sure it's parallel to the edge.

I sit in the chair staring at the door. Minutes pass. How long is she going to be? I told her I wanted to be made to wait. The better to prolong the anticipation. To be on her timetable. But we never set a time limit. Fifteen minutes? A half hour? An hour?

Fuck. Maybe we should've specified. I could always poke my head out the door and cry out "Dublin!" and get clarification. No! I'm not going to crack that easily. Instead, I wait. And wait and wait and wait.

I hear something from downstairs. I concentrate, listening for the slightest sound. There it is again. The television. There's music, a tune that sounds familiar. Then dialogue. Child-like voices. And Jill is... is she laughing? She is! What the hell?

I get up, opening the door. Jill laughs again. But what's she watching? Whatever it is, she's got the volume turned up to double so she knows I'll hear. I creep out into the hall and crouch down atop the stairs. The television comes into view.

BLUEY!

I'm upstairs naked waiting for her and she's watching BLUEY?

Only Jill. Okay, if she wants to veer off script two can play at that. I put back on my boxers and scan our graphic novel library. I grab Batman: City of Owls. That'll do nicely.

Turning the chair around to face the window, I take a seat, prop my feet up on the sill, and settle into reading. Let her watch Bluey half the night. I've got plenty to entertain myself right here.

Batman versus Bluey. Game on.

A half hour passes. I hear the distinct clicking of her boots as she climbs the stairs. The sound grows louder. I tense up, but the door doesn't open. Jill goes towards our bedroom instead. What if she's decided to go to bed early? That would fit her sense of humor, testing to see how many hours she could make me wait. Until I finally peek in on her only to be reprimanded for violating her orders.

I'm starting to wonder if that's her plan when I hear the click of high heels on hardwood floors again. Growing louder. Until she's right outside the door.

At last!

The door opens behind me. I resist the urge to look around but I make sure to cock my head casually as I turn the page on my book.

Silence.

I'm sure she's choking back laughter. When she speaks her tone is cold, tinged with anger. "Never in the annals of perfidy has there been such an abominable outrage. Such despicable defiance! What an audacious, arrogant affront to my authority. The hubris is beyond comprehension."

How is she so good at making this up on the fly?

I put my feet down. "Sorry, Jilly. You were taking so long I got bored."

"Jilly? JILLY? My words are commands, not requests! Requirements, not recommendations! Your duty is to follow them! To the letter! The temerity to disobey me and risk my fury. Stand, you bumbling buffoon!"

Damn. She's good.

I stand, slower than she'd like. Turning, I face her. She's changed into black high heels, crotchless panties, stockings, and a corset that can barely contain her big tits. Her sunglasses have been replaced with her regular ones. One hand rests upon her hip, the other brandishes a riding crop. Her eyes glower at me.

Wow. She's so fucking hot.

"Move the chair to the center of the room." She slaps the palm of her hand with the crop. "Now! Take off your boxers. Quickly, you lump!"

"Yes, Mistress." I let my boxers drop to the floor. Bending down, I pick them up, folding them. I move to place them atop my other clothes but Jill knocks them out of my hand with the crop.

"None of that." She points to the chair with her crop. "Sit!"

I glance at my boxers laying on the floor unfolded. "Okay."

Jill says nothing for a moment then slams the crop down on the desk. It's so loud it makes me wince. I sit, glad we decided against actual impact play. That thing looks like it'd hurt.

"I am Mistress Jillian! That is how I am to be addressed!"

"Yes, Mistress Jillian!"

"Foolish boy." She moves behind me, sliding the crop along my neck and down my shoulder. It's oddly arousing. "Your disobedience is an affront to my serene glory. You must be punished for your offense. But how?"

Jill returns to standing in front of me. She runs the tip of the crop down my chest and over my stomach. Stopping right above my crotch. "Send you to bed without sex? No, no, no. That only punishes me. What if there were a way I, the Most Magnificent and Majestic Mistress Jillian, could get off but you could not? I'm sure I could think of something."

What? We never discussed orgasm denial.

"Until you've earned your way back into my good graces, that is. But that's going to take some work. You'd better be up for it."

Yeah, I'm up for it. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

"But first you must affirm your allegiance and subjection to me," she says. "Will you dare disobey me again?"

"No, Mistress Jillian."

"Say it," she says. "Say the words."

"I will not disobey you again, Mistress."

"See to it that you do not." She pokes my chest with the crop. "You've failed me for the last time. Now kneel before Mistress Jillian."

I stand, then drop to my knees and bow my head. Her thick black bush is carefully groomed and mere inches in front of me.

"Whom do you serve?" she asks.

"You, Mistress Jillian."

"Whom do you obey?" Jill asks.

"You, Mistress Jillian."

"Whom do you worship?"

"You, Mistress Jillian." I glance up, making eye contact. "With all my being. You are my everything."

She blinks, her eyes moist. Wasn't hard to break through her facade, was it? I didn't even have to exaggerate.

Jill recovers after a moment. "Words are cheap. Prove it, boy!"

"How shall I do so, Mistress Jillian?" I ask.

"Start by kissing my feet."

I lean down and kiss the top of one foot, then the other.

"Now my pussy," Jill says.

Fuck, yeah! "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

I kiss the front of her pussy, burying my nose in her rough pubic patch. Breathing in her sweet aroma.

"Good boy," she says. "Stand."

I stand.

She taps my shoulder with the riding crop as she speaks. "Here's what happens next. I shall admit you into my bedchamber. There you will focus on my pleasure in order to amend for your shocking delinquency. You will do everything I tell you. Then, after I've had enough orgasms to satisfy me, I will allow you your own relief. But only in a way which also gives me pleasure."

"Yes, Mistress Jillian."

"Come along," she says. "Enough games. Let's get down to it."

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I follow her into the bedroom. This is what I've dreamed of. Worshipping her. Serving her. Surrendering to her.

Jill turns towards me. "Freeze!"

I stop in my tracks. She approaches, sizing me up. A hint of a smile on her face. She runs the crop over my chest again and circles back around me. Running the tip down my back and between my ass cheeks. She smacks both of them oh-so-gently.

"What shall I have you do for me?" Jill says.

"Whatever you wish, Mistress Jillian."

Jill runs the crop over my shoulder. "Correct! I suppose even dim-witted doofuses are right once in a while. But let me make one thing clear. I will brook no more naughtiness from you. You are to obey without delay. Obedience, submission, worship. That is your purpose. Say it."

"Obedience, submission, worship, Mistress Jillian."

She moves around in front of me. "We shall start with you eating my pussy."

My pulse races. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

She takes my cock in hand. I go from half-hard to fully erect.

"Much better," Jill says. "I prefer you in an aroused state. Outward evidence of how much you adore your mistress."

I'd like nothing more right now than to lay her back and fuck the living shit out of her. Make her come at least once before I do. Then, after a rest, do it again. Spend the entire weekend showing her how sexy she is.

Slow down, slow down. Remember, Jill's in control. Complete control.

We go silent, eyes locked on one another. The only sound is our breathing.

"Okay, I give in," she says. "DUBLIN! Kiss me!"

Jill jumps into my arms, throwing her hands around my shoulders and wrapping her legs around my waist. I hold her tight, clutching her plump ass cheeks as we kiss. My hard cock grinds against her.

She grins widely. "That was so fucking hot. And now, my truest love, I get to boss you around in bed. This will be a day long remembered."

Jill unwraps her legs. I let go of her ass and she plops down onto her feet. Back to not quite reaching up to my chin.

Jill takes a deep breath, her face hardening again. "I am far too encumbered." She raises her arms above her head. "Remove my garments. All of them. And take your time."

I unzip the side of her corset. It comes right off, her full breasts springing free. Her adorable soft belly as well. Turning, I fold the corset and place it in the center of the chest at the foot of our bed.

Jill nods. "My stockings and heels next. One at a time."

"Yes, Mistress Jillian."

I get down on one knee and pick up her right foot. I gingerly remove her shoe and place it atop her corset. Leaning in, I kiss her foot.

"Good," she says. "Your performance approaches adequate."

Reaching up, I undo the clip on her stocking and roll it down her silky smooth, pale leg. I run my hand back up it. Her skin is freshly-waxed. She availed herself of the spa at her hotel, didn't she? Good. She deserves it.

I fold the stocking and place it next to her shoe. I repeat the process with her other leg, caressing her thighs. Kissing their soft, cool smoothness.

Jill moans. "Such a good boy."

I try.

I place her shoe next to her other one. Folding the stocking and placing it next to the other. They're not quite parallel to the edge but I fix that.

Jill nods. "Rise."

I stand.

Jill frowns. "Now get in bed. On your back!"

"Yes, Mistress Jillian." I do as I'm told, laying with my shoulders propped up against pillows. My cock hardens. Here we go!

Jill stands naked at the foot of the bed. She frowns, tapping her lips with her index finger in exaggerated fashion. All part of the performance.

She glances at the chest where I've laid her garments, then back at me. She pauses, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips. With a sweep of the crop, she scatters them onto the floor.

I gasp. That diminutive little devil!

Jill laughs. "Deal with it, boy! That's what happens when you subordinate yourself to a chaotic evil demon queen."

Chaotic evil demon queen? This just got even more fun. "Yes, Mistress Jillian."

"The bigger issue is that I cannot trust you if my back is turned," she says. "Even a chaotic evil demon queen needs her downtime. She cannot be supervising her minions every minute of every day. She has a right to enjoy an episode of Bluey--" Jill's stern demeanor breaks and she laughs. It takes her a moment to regain her composure. "--without worrying about you defying her commands. I'm going to have to place you under my complete control."

Yes, yes, yes!

Jill opens the chest. She takes out two pairs of handcuffs. "Arms up. Against the headboard."

My heart races. At last!

I do as she says and she snaps the handcuffs around my wrist like a twenty year police veteran.

Been practicing, has she?

Jill cuffs my left hand to the headboard. She does the same to my right, leaning over me. Shoving her armpit in my face as she does so. I inhale, breathing in her unique and maddening scent.

She stands by the foot of the bed. Maintaining eye contact and posing with deliberate intent. Giving me a chance to drink in the sight of her delightful body.

Jill takes out other items from the chest, placing each down on the bed one by one. Her vibrator, her Hitachi wand, and a bottle of lube.

Lube, huh? This is going to be fun.

She picks up the riding crop again, running it over my chest and down my stomach. She pushes it against my erection and swats my balls with the gentlest of touches. I flinch anyhow.

She lifts the crop above her shoulder.

"Your disobedience must be punished!" She brings it down swiftly. I cry out, my whole body tensing up. She stops well above my midsection, at least six inches.

Jill raises the crop again, bringing it down in the direction of my chest. Stopping well short once more. I cry out and she raises the crop high.

"Whom do you serve?" Jill brings the crop down towards my face. Stopping well short but enough to jar me.

"You, Mistress Jillian!"

She strikes the mattress hard with the crop. I feel the whoosh of air.

"Louder!" Jill shouts. "Whom do you serve?"

"YOU, MISTRESS JILLIAN!"

Jill brings the crop down on the mattress again. "Wrong! I am Jilliatrix, Demon Queen of Lust! From now on, you are to refer to me as Queen Jilliatrix or Your Demonic Majesty."

Jill punctuates her sentences by striking the mattress with the crop. "My lust is a hunger that overflows! That overwhelms all other considerations! My lust must be sated! And it falls to you, boy, to make certain of it."

Jill tosses aside the crop. She crawls into bed. "I shall rule all. In place of a dark lord, you will set up a queen."

Oh, boy. She's on a roll now.

She maintains eye contact, grabbing my cock. Stroking it. "And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the morning and the night! Fair as the sea, and the sun and the snow upon the mountain! Dreadful as the storm and the lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth. All shall love me and despair."

Wow!

"I am yours, Your Demonic Majesty! Do with me as you would."

"Oh, I will." She gives me a playful wink, running her tongue in circles over the tip of my cock. Arousal courses through my body. She takes me into her mouth, jerking the lower half and sucking hard on the upper.

I sigh. My dick's been in her mouth hundreds of times. Never quite like this, though.

Jill speeds up, sucking me harder. Squeezing my balls with the utmost gentleness. Gazing into my eyes the entire time. She backs off, grinning. "I love being in command of you like this. Such power!"

That makes two of us. "Yes, Your Demonic Majesty."

She squeezes my balls, smiling. "I could put you in the emergency room with one contraction of my fingers. Or a vigorous punch to the balls. I should, based on your recent disobedience. Maybe I will."

Nope. You won't. Never.

Her tone softens and she strokes me slowly. "Fortunately for you, I am a chaotic evil demon queen but I am also a merciful one. I grant my minions more mercy than they merit."

She returns to sucking my dick. Slow, steady sucking. Honed to my particular liking by years of practice.

Jill lifts her head again. "I do love sucking your dick. It gives your queen comfort. But the mighty lust demon Queen Jilliatrix requires more. So much more."

The fire in her eyes is unmistakable. She crawls atop me and kisses me hard. "The time for you to pleasure your lusty queen is upon you. Do not fail me!"

Jill sits up and turns around, her beautiful plump ass facing me. She lowers herself onto my face, laying atop me. "Go on. Lick your queen's pussy!"

"Yes, my beloved."

This is when I'd normally place a hand upon each ass cheek and spread her butt cheeks apart. Guess I'm gonna have to do everything with my mouth and tongue tonight. So be it.

I lick her pussy, breathing in her musky aroma. That pungent aroma that goes straight to my hippocampus. Fuck!

"That's right," she says. "Millions of years of evolution have made you a slave to my scent. Subordinate to my will even without the handcuffs. Keep licking, boy. Lick your demonic queen's pussy!"

I keep at it, doing my best. It's strange without my hands. Can't fingerfuck her or rub her clit. I lick her faster instead, doing everything I can with my tongue alone. She moans louder, jerking me steadily. Leaning in and sucking my cock now and then. Keeping me wet.

"Time to demonstrate how much you adore your queen," she says. "To show how you live to worship me."

"Yes, my Queen. But, how?"

"Don't play dumb." Jill sits up, grabbing her vibrator and turning it on. It whirrs to life and she pushes down on my face harder. "You know precisely what I want. Do it, boy! Prove your devotion!"

Gladly.

Jill shifts position, pushing her rear end into my face. Her sweet butt hole is right in front of my mouth. I lick it. Once, twice, three times. She gasps, fucking her pussy with the vibrator.

"FUUUCK!" She cries. "That feels so good! That feels so fucking good!"

She continues fucking herself with the vibrator as I lick her ass steadily.

I knew she'd choose this. Rim jobs are her favorite. We only do it once in a while, and she's happy to reciprocate. But I prefer this. Total submission and worship of her feminine power. All hers in every way.

My sweet Jill, my Mistress Jillian, my Demon Queen Jilliatrix. I love you all.

On I lick. Jill moans louder, fucking herself hard with the vibrator. A steady squeal pours forth from her mouth. One long keening, her dead giveaway whenever she's close.

No letting up, not for an instant. I pour my all into her. Wallowing in her taste and the feel of her asshole on my tongue. Adoring her sounds. Celebrating the intimate depravity of this act. Rejoicing in being under my demonic queen's control.

Jill lets out a prolonged gasp. Her butt cheeks clench and she squirts all over my neck and collar bone.

Yes! Come for me, my queen!

She straightens up, pushing down harder on my face. Turning off her vibrator and tossing it aside. "Now look at what you've done! I'm an awful mess down there because of you. And you don't even have free hands to wipe me off with. Only one thing to do."

Jill rubs her pussy up and down my face. I do my best to lick her clean but her Jill's juices get all over me.

Yes!

She leans forward, laying atop me again. Taking me back into her mouth. Giving me steady but vigorous sucking for a good minute or so. I inhale, a mixture of aromas flood my nostrils. Her sweet, tangy arousal plus sweat and her vanilla body wash.

Jill sits up again. "Do not presume to think that was some kind of reward. You haven't earned any. Far from it! One orgasm is nothing for the lustful and insatiable Demon Queen Jilliatrix! That was only to keep your dick wet for my pleasure."

"Yes, Your Demonic Majesty."

Jill swings her leg over my shoulder and repositions herself. Straddling me, she takes my cock in hand and guides it into her pussy. She presses down, taking me inside her in one fluid motion. I'm not surprised, as drenched as she is.

She rides my cock. Softly at first but soon speeding up, her tits bouncing. I can't look away. She's so fucking beautiful, the most beautiful woman on Earth. Maybe I'm the only one who thinks so, but everyone else is wrong.

"My Queen," I moan.

Jill pushes down harder on my cock. "That's right. I am your dark queen! And I am the focus of all your adulation. You worship me, don't you?"

"I do, I do."

I thrust up into her pussy in time with her downward pushes. She leans forward placing her hands on my chest. Her tits bounce and sway. This is when I'd normally squeeze them or suck her nipples.

She senses what I want, leaning forward and shoving her tits in my face. "That's right, enjoy them! Queen Jilliatrix's tits are unrivaled across ten thousand star systems! The envy of the galaxy!"

"They are!"

She shoves a nipple in my mouth. I suck it hard, desperate to inhale as much of her breast as possible. She pulls back, sticking her other nipple in my face. I suck this one as hard as I did the first.

"Worship those tits, boy!" Jill shouts. "Worship those tits!"

I do. So fucking much.

Jill moans louder the longer she goes. I suck her tits, going back and forth according to when she decides to shove which nipple into my mouth. On it goes. Jill pushing down on my cock. Me thrusting upwards. Sucking her tits. The two of us in sync.

Her moaning increases. She straightens up, her mouth hanging open as she sighs steadily. She bounces and bounces, fucks and fucks. God, she's sexy when she comes.

"I'm coming!" Jill cries.

She emits a long, steady howl. Riding me hard. Squirting on my stomach as she comes. She's really worked-up, isn't she? She squirts once in a while, but now twice in a row? That's new.

Jill exhales. "Holy shit, that was a big one! But the mighty Queen Jilliatrix is not done with you. No, no, no. Not yet. "

She climbs off my dick and squirts lube onto it.

I know where this is going. Oh, boy.

"This cock has not yet realized its true importance." She jerks me off, getting me extra-slippery. "It hasn't pleased me in every way yet."

Jill squirts more lube on her fingers and reaches around the back of her. She sighs, fingering her ass. Is she gonna uncuff me? All our anal adventures have been with her on her hands and knees.

"Oh, fuck," she sighs.

Jill sits up, resuming her imperious demeanor. "As the mighty demon Queen Jilliatrix, your cock is mine to do with as I wish."

"Yes, my Beloved Demon Queen."

She swings a leg over my midsection. "As such, it is my prerogative to use it in any manner I decide. To stick it wherever the mood suits me."

"Yes, my Beloved Demon Queen."

Jill squirts more lube on her ass and fingers her butt. Taking her time to get herself nice and stretched out. My job, usually.

She takes hold of my cock, pushing the tip past her sphincter. She grimaces, but pushes down further. "The angle's so different. It's tougher than when my butt is thrust in the air. Fuck."

Jill manages another inch, then lifts herself off my cock entirely.

She pushes down again, taking slightly more of me than before. Ever-so-slowly, she takes more of my cock into her ass. She says nothing, concentrating.

Jill gets there eventually. Of course she does. Her stubbornness wins out. It always wins out. Nothing stops my Chaotic Evil Demonic Queen!

"Fuck," she moans. "Hand me my Hitachi, will you?"

"Sure." I glance up at my handcuffed hands then in the direction of the wand. "I'll use the Force."

Jill laughs. "Oops! Fuck, though. I've got you all the way up my ass. I don't want to climb off."

She leans forward, but it's an inch too far. I press down on the mattress with my midsection. She senses my purpose and pushes her fist into the mattress next to my hip. The Hitachi slides down within reach.

Yes!

Jill switches it on. "I want you to come inside my ass. I want your hot cum filling up your queen's rectum." She starts to bounce, pressing the wand against her clit. "Am I clear?"

"Yes, my Demon Queen!"

Jill bounces harder, driving my hard cock deeper up her ass. "Fuck!"

I thrust upwards and she gasps. Her eyes roll back. "FUCK!"

I push up, she pushes down. All I want is to give her one more orgasm. The most mind-blowing one yet.

"My Queen!"

"FUCK!" Jill shrieks at the top of her lungs. "FUUUUUCK!"

I've never heard her so loud. Our neighbors Alex and Katie must be turning away from whatever wholesome pursuits they're engaged in. Looking in our house's direction with horror.

On it goes. Jill somehow gets louder. I thrust up into her with all my might. She twists a nipple with her free hand, screeching.

"FUUUUUCK!"

More hard ass fucking, more howling. Jill uses gravity to force more of my cock into her butt than ever before.

"FUUUUUCK! FUUUUUCK!"

I'll come soon. But I must hold back. Just a little longer. Until Jill gets there. She sounds close.

As if on cue, Jill squirts all over my stomach as she comes.

Three in one night? Holy shit!

Thank goodness. Now that Jill has come, nothing's holding me back. I'm ready to explode. To pour out my lust into this most wonderful of women. The love of my life, my other self.

I'm close. Any second, any second.

YES, YES, YES!

My cock throbs violently inside her ass as I come. She clamps down on my pulsing member as all my lust and desire pours into her. Until the last lingering twitch has passed.

Jill climbs off my cock and turns off the Hibachi. Reaching up, she uncuffs my hands. Cradling my face and staring deep into my eyes. Hers are moist with emotion. A tear splatters the inside of her glasses. "That was so much fun. I love you."

My hands shake, my eyes tearing up. God, that all got intense. "I love you, too, my Most Beloved and Adored Demonic Queen Jilliatrix. My all and my everything."

Jill caresses my cheek. "Perhaps you are a semi-worthy minion after all."

__________

I remember it like yesterday. It was Saturday and it was raining. I was a month into law school, studying all the time. But I needed a break, so I went to a famous local comic book store. DJ's on North Main Street.

I was browsing the racks when I heard her voice.

"Well, well, well. Great minds read alike."

I looked up and there was Jill holding the same graphic novel as I was. She recognized me from class and we got to talking. There was an instant palpable vibe between us. We grabbed lunch, spent the afternoon talking, and the evening studying contract law. Two nerdy peas in a pod.

We became inseparable, but for some reason didn't fool around for weeks. We were such a good match as friends I worried we might not be as well-suited as lovers. We were sitting on the couch in her apartment studying one afternoon when she looked at me.

"So... elephant in the room. I've got the hots for you. Kinda sense the same on your part. If I'm wrong don't--"

We sprang upon one another. By the time we knew it, our clothes were on the floor. Intense, frenzied fucking followed.

My friends didn't want her in our study group at first. People don't always get Jill right away. They gave her a chance, though, and she soon fit right in. Everyone came to adore her. People usually do.

Of course they do. She's Jill.

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I find Jill scrolling on her phone on the couch downstairs, glass of wine in hand. She's in a pink Batgirl shirt and purple pajama bottoms.

I sit next to her. She shifts position, stretching her feet out and laying them in my lap.

"What do you expect me to do with those?" I tease.

"I expect you to give me a foot rub. Just like you always do. Because you love me too much to resist my slightest whim, whether we're role-playing or not."

"Fine." I take her foot in hand, massaging it.

"Hungry?" she asks. "I could change and we can go to Carlo's."

"You don't need to bother. How's takeout? We can order from Olive's."

Her face brightens. "Yes! I feel like one of their burgers. I could devour the entire thing."

"Are you kidding? They're as big as your head."

"Well, I've kind of worked up an appetite today. Being the Demonic Queen of Lust burns a lot of calories." She smiles, her tone softening. "How are you doing, babe?"

"Great, actually. I will definitely want to explore all that again."

"Glad you finally spoke up?" Jill asks. "Gonna be clearer about what you want from now on."

"Gonna try."

"I'm grateful, too," I say. "To have a wife who accepts that without blinking. And who I can trust to be handcuffed and vulnerable around. I think a big part of this was about trust, actually."

"Baby!" Jill sits up and we share a long, tender hug. Then she lays back again. "Now keep massaging my feet. I've found a new story to read."

I resume the foot rub. Jill scrolls through her phone, a look of glee creeping across her face. Found a good one, has she?

I give her time, rubbing her feet and letting her finish. She looks up, a devilish smirk on her face. "I just sent you a link."

I go on my phone and click on the link. It's a story in the Exhibitionist and Voyeur category. Okay. Jill's never sent me one of those.

The story is about a couple staying in a fancy hotel. They spy on another couple having sex. The spying couple gets all horny and has sex themselves.

I look up when I'm done.

"What'd you think?" Jill asks.

"Well-written story," I say.

Jill grins ear-to-ear. "I'm glad you think so, because it's something I've been thinking about."

"How do you suggest pulling something like this off? We can't sneak around town at night hoping to catch someone in the act. And then there's the consent question. Watching someone fuck without their knowledge--"

She grins. "I didn't say anything about us watching."

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Endnotes

- Regular readers may notice this story revisits the topics of femdom roleplaying and light bondage I've become more interested in this year. I wanted to lean-in and make it the primary theme of a story.

- Jill's older sister Jessica who was mentioned briefly is the title character of my trilogy Mrs. Mandalucci. Jessica resembles Jill in both appearance and attitude. She also likes to show her dominant side in bed. And, no, they aren't the only Schneidermann sisters.

- Special thanks to my fellow Literotica authors Pretty Lynne and DJ Mac. both of whom influenced this story for the better.

- Find my complete works here. For those interested in learning more about me and my writing, check out the interview I gave to fellow Literotica author Bob_Aganoush.

- Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are always appreciated.