Romie and Julian Ch. 05

Note to reader: This story is about a young man who was raised in a traditional patriarchal society and falls in love with a matriarchal woman. He accepted her collar around his neck and his balls, which allows her to control his erections and his ability to orgasm. This chapter continues his journey in learning to accept her neurally-linked strap-on dildo up his butt as often as she craves. Highly recommend reading chapters 1-4 first.

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*Ding Dong*

Sprawled out amongst a chaotic landscape of sheets and blankets, my bleary eyes fluttered open. Did I just dream the door bell went off?

*Ding Dong* *Ding Dong*

What time is it?

I checked my phone. 1:14 AM. What the fuck?

*Ding Dong* *Ding Dong* *Ding Dong*

"I'm COMING! Hold on."

I staggered to the front door of my apartment in my t-shirt and boxer shorts and peered through the peep hole.

Huh. Maybe I AM dreaming.

Romie was standing there, looking impatient, still wearing her formal business clothes.

I turned the deadbolt and flung the door open.

Yep, definitely her. But she looked so fresh, it made me wonder if I had the hour wrong or if I was still dreaming. No bags under her eyes, no greasy matting of her hair, no rumples in her clothes. Just a playful smile playing about her lips. Fucking Romie. Always perfect.

"Romie. Jeez! It's one in the-"

Mmmmm, she stepped in, pressed me back against the wall and kissed me with passion. Her lips devoured mine. Her body vibrated with raw energy. I moaned around her tongue as it forced its way into my mouth.

She pulled back, giving me a chance to breathe. I inhaled fresh oxygen and searched her eyes. She gave me her trademark grin.

"Sorry, Juli baby. I have to fly to New York for work tomorrow, and I just HAD to see you." Then her tongue was back in my mouth. I barely managed to shut the door behind us.

I hadn't seen Romie since losing my anal virginity to her over the weekend. That high-powered career she'd been neglecting recently to pursue extracurricular activities with me had apparently now reached some kind of crisis. She'd had to work late the last few days.

Even though she'd called me briefly each night, and even though it had only been a few days, it felt like it had been a painfully long time. The same neediness I felt in her clutching hands was also in my hands on her. I had missed her.

"Mmmmm, I missed you! I can't believe I let work keep me away. God, I'm addicted to you baby," Romie moaned between kisses.

I grinned with my eyes closed while her lips trailed along my jaw towards my ear. To my knowledge, no one had ever been addicted to me before!

It felt so good to be so wanted. I could feel her hunger for me. I loved it.

Her hand moved down to my butt and gave it a squeeze. "Mmmm, I can't wait to get back in this ass!"

My body tensed. I looked at the ceiling and swallowed hesitantly as she kissed down my neck.

"In my ass? Again? Already?"

She had just sodomized me (or 'linked me' as she called it) for the first time on Saturday night. I figured that would buy me at least a few weeks or maybe even months before I was obliged to do it again. It was only Wednesday now. People don't assfuck on Wednesdays, do they?

"Yeah baby! AGAIN! I'm going to fuck that tight boy pussy, again and again and again until you can't live without it!"

Did she really think that taking my anal virginity meant I was now open for business 24/7?! Did she think I would just naturally become completely at ease with taking it in the ass and hereafter always happily submit to her in bed? Chaste to slutty overnight?!

I had... let's say mixed feelings about Saturday night.

I mean, maybe in the dirtiest most perverted corner of my mind it had been alright. If I was completely honest, parts of it had been fucking hot.

But I'd come out of it with a sore asshole and a bruised ego, feeling more inferior to Romie than ever. Life hadn't been all victories for me, but I had felt more dominated, more defeated, more violated that night than I ever had before. I wasn't sure it was good for my girlfriend to see me like that, submitting and enjoying it. I wasn't sure it was good for me to see myself like that.

So while I knew anal was something I would have to do for her periodically, I wasn't eager to repeat the episode so soon. I didn't want to make it a regular routine thing.

Maybe sometime in the future, after I learned how to let her do it to me without it affecting my self-image. Or at least until I could take it without whimpering and calling out her name. Or feeling like a bitch.

Yeah, it could be a while before we did it again.

"I dunno Romie, it's really late."

"C'mon," she scoffed playfully, spinning me around and embracing me from behind. "I'll do all the work," she ground her crotch into my rear, humping me lightly.

I laughed it off and turned myself back around. "Not tonight, Romie."

"Oh darling. Don't worry. I'll be gentle with you." Her confident grin seemed undiminished so I tried harder to get my message across, pushing her back.

"No! I'm serious. I mean, I didn't douche, I'm not stretched or plugged or lubed. C'mon, did you really think you'd come over here and wake me up in the middle of the night and I'd just bend over for you?! I never agreed to-"

"You're right," she said suddenly and placatingly, cupping my cheek to calm me down before I got too worked up, "Ok, ok, not tonight."

I took a few more breaths before I realized that she had conceded to me. A little smile of victory crept across my mouth.

Imposing my will over hers had not been a frequent occurrence in our relationship. But tonight, I had been the voice of reason, and she recognized that.

But then, why was her grin still glinting with a wicked light?

"Tonight, I'll just ride you."

I looked back at her and before I could object, she was making out with me again. She pushed us deeper into the apartment while keeping our lips locked, guiding us back towards my bedroom and skillfully dodging furniture.

She stripped off my shirt and underwear and threw me naked onto the bed. She straddled my chest, still fully clothed as her thighs pinned my arms to my sides.

"Aren't you going to undress?" I prompted.

She smirked and took her blouse off, displaying her magnificent rack to me. Her girls looked ready to burst out and play. But instead of freeing them, she looked around my bedroom. "Where are your plugs?"

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Romie, I was serious. You're not fucking my ass tonight!"

She waved her hand at me dismissively with a look of distaste on her face. "I know, I know. But you should at least be plugged when you cum."

"What?! Romie, I-"

"I'm meeting you halfway, Julian. My link is sitting out there, neglected and unused in my purse, and to be honest I'm still a little sad about it. But I've moved past it. Now don't be difficult. You know you cum harder when you do as I say. So where - are - your BUTT PLUGS?! Hmmm?!"

I stared back at her, meeting her intensity for almost five seconds before, "They're in my bedside table."

She stood up and went to retrieve one, while shaking her head to show her displeasure.

"Take off your pants," I said in as deep a voice as I could muster. Yes, I know it was a somewhat ridiculous thing to say, but I felt the need to assert myself. This was MY bedroom. I shouldn't be the only naked one.

Romie looked at me for another long minute before her hand went to her belt. "So bossy tonight." She shucked off her trousers, revealing a rather modestly cut pair of pink cotton panties.

She returned to bed with a little bottle of lube and a butt plug in her hands. Giving me a wink as she crawled on top of my supine form, she threw her leg up, spinning around to face towards my feet while simultaneously straddling my head. Then, she sat her panty-clad rump right down on my face.

"That's better," she said, wriggling her hips to ensure I was properly smothered.

I felt a little humiliated and a lot aroused with my face enclosed between her legs.

Warm softness became my whole world. The supple fat of her inner thighs, the bulge of fabric over her mound, the perfect curve of her butt cheeks. Like a parallel dimension where maybe my soul had been born many lives ago. I breathed in her heady scent and knew I was home.

While my head was buried underneath her, her finger rubbed lubricant over my asshole. She stroked and petted my rim before teasing her fingertip inside, always making me want more before she gave it.

When she slid the butt plug home, I moaned into her crotch. I clenched my muscles around the toy, accepting it, savoring it. I heard the soft beep of her ring against my lower collar and felt my cock become erect. The engorgement felt like it extended down my penis and into my entire pelvic floor. The plug felt like it swelled inside me.

Light entered my vision again as she spun off of me, discarding her panties acrobatically to rub her wet cunt up against my shaft.

I looked up at her, my eyes almost cross-eyed with pleasure and want, her head backlit by the ceiling light giving her an angelic appearance. She smiled down at me lovingly.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Thank.... thank you for coming over."

She cackled with glee at my response, throwing her head back and humping her dripping gash along my length until she suddenly pressed back and took me inside her.

"Ohhhh," I moaned like a whore as she enveloped me in her velvety wet heat. My back passage squeezed on its plug as if agreeing with my dick that this was fucking awesome.

"You like that, boy?" she teased as she swiveled her hips like an expert jockey.

"Oh Romie..."

She rode me with passion and skill, some mixture of equestrian and lap dancer. She would do a body roll, undulating her spine with perfect control in her abs and lower back muscles, stroking me slow with her lips. Then she put her weight in her hands on my chest and take me a trot. Next her hips gyrated, polishing my knob with her soft inner walls. Her legs spread wider, gripping my flanks with her thighs as she bucked hard and fast in a gallop.

I was amazed at how much pleasure she could bring me without sending me over the edge and making me cum. She wasn't using the orgasm suppression function of the collar. She was doing it on her own, keeping me right on a simmer. It was like she had read a manual for my dick that I had somehow never encountered.

Her breasts slapped together as she bounced on my lap. She talked dirty with gasping breaths as she rode.

"Who - do - you - belong - to?"

When I didn't respond, she grabbed my face and moved it within an inch of hers. "WHO?!"

"You, Romie, I belong to you!"

She leaned forward, smothering my face with her fat tits. My mouth lapped at her, found a nipple, and sucked hard. Her lower back muscles must have been burning with how fast and hard she was humping, like a jockey driving its horse into the home stretch.

"Cum for me, Juli baby! Cum with me now!"

Her feminine squeal sent me over the edge. I pumped a huge load into her womb, adding my own moans to hers. I felt her cunt clutch and spasm on my rod, wringing it dry like a wet towel.

Her hips slowly wound down like a locomotive coming to a halt.

When she pulled back, lifting her tits off my face, she looked down at me with unrestrained pleasure and love. Her eyes twinkled wet with tears of joy. She leaned down and kissed me, tasting my lips and my tongue and my mouth.

She was a goddess. In that moment, I was absolutely certain that all the choices that had brought me to this point were the right ones. How could I keep doubting? I felt foolish for ever trying to deny this woman anything. My life's purpose was clearly to bring her happiness.

And then she moved her hands up into my hair, forcefully pinning my head to the mattress with her weight as she dismounted. I felt the drips of our juices spilling from her over my belly and my chest as she brought her pelvis higher.

My brain seemed to realize what was happening and instinctively shot my hands out to still her hips when her pussy had moved to neck-level.

I looked up at her seriously, a bit of fear in my eyes, a bit of a question. She stared right back, still beaming with post-orgasmic affection.

"This is what good boys do."

My eyes didn't change.

"Do it for me, Juli."

Her words weren't a whining plea nor a cold command, something in between. They said that she felt she had compromised enough tonight, that she knew I loved her and she loved me, that she knew I wouldn't let her down. It was time to stop fucking around and give her the submission she so rightly deserved.

My grip on her hips softened and slid around to cup her bottom. Her smile warmed as she settled her creamy pussy over my mouth. We kept unbroken eye contact as I began to lick my cum out of her.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, keeping one hand on my forehead for balance and running the other up into her hair in pleasure.

I lapped at her like a dog until I had swallowed every last drop.

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She was gone when I woke up.

As I ran my hand across the cold empty sheets at my side, I silently cursed society. Jobs, business trips - whoever thought up this system that required me to be apart from Romie was clearly ignorant, if not downright criminal!

I clawed for my phone on the bedside table. No messages.

I sent off a text. *Good morning, gorgeous. Did you have a good flight?*

A momentary worry that I was becoming clingy entered my head. It had magnified somehow. Maybe being clingy wasn't such a big deal, but being clingy and taking it in the ass and eating your own cum - that was a pattern of behavior. And whatever it was, it wasn't manly. I was quite sure Batman didn't do those things.

I was far beyond clingy though. I ached. I longed for her. Clearly, I had to make this relationship work because I was certain I could no longer live without her.

Forcing myself out of bed to get dressed for work, I fastened her collar around my neck and instantly felt a little better.

I knew I would keep wearing that collar to work everyday, even though Romie was out of town. Not that I was worried she had spies at work who would report back if I neglected my duties in her absence.

No. I did it because I said I would. And I was a man of my word. Like Batman.

In the back of my mind, a skeptical voice wondered if there might be other reasons. Maybe I liked wearing her collar? Maybe it kept me connected to her? Maybe the thought of losing it scared me? Maybe I liked the thought of being her bitch...

I shrugged off these thoughts. I mean, I wasn't wearing a butt plug. I wasn't wearing the panties. Though now that I thought about it, my boxer shorts did feel particularly stiff and scratchy.

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Work seemed duller than usual.

I knew there was no chance of Romie dropping by my desk. I checked my phone neurotically for messages from her.

When I finally returned home, I collapsed on my bed. At least the sheets still held some of her scent. I buried my face in them and inhaled deeply.

There was still so much about her that I didn't know. How did she picture our future? Did she want kids? Would she want them raised matriarchal? What did that even mean really? I imagined us all dressed in Sunday best, bringing the family down to the matriarchal temple to worship before giant stone vagina statues. I mean, I knew they probably didn't have giant vagina statues, but I wasn't sure.

Maybe we would get to such questions someday. For now, it seemed that the question of our sexual compatibility was paramount.

Forcing myself out of bed, I opened up my computer and pulled up some porn.

Here we go, a nice busty slut dressed as a cheerleader with her hair in pigtails getting railed from behind.

As I watched the porn stars rutting, an uncomfortable thought came to me. Was this scene a little... boring? I was quite sure I would never have described such a scene as boring in the past. Was I becoming a pervert? Had Romie corrupted me somehow?

I scrolled through several more classic vanilla scenes before my fingers snuck up to the keyboard.

Matriarchal porn. I typed and pressed enter.

From the very first video I pulled up, I could feel the difference. My dick remained as artificially limp as ever with the collar locked around it. But my heart rate elevated. My cheeks became warm. And... and I felt my asshole clench as I watched the man in the video accept his woman's link up his backside.

The guy was good looking. I mean, he was a porn star so, of course he was good looking. But in a softer, more innocent way than the porn actors I was used to seeing.

The woman was attractive, though she didn't hold a candle to Romie. Her breasts were smaller, and her face was harder. Her body was muscular. I was fascinated by the rhythmic contractions of her buttocks as she thrust her link in and out of her lover's anus. She looked so powerful. I had just begun imagining what those hard thrusts would feel like slapping against my butt, when my phone buzzed.

*Hey cutie! Sorry, it's been crazy busy here. Yes, my flight was fine. But I miss my boy!*

I smiled so hard my breathing sped up a little.

*Want me to come to New York? I could take vacation time.*

I re-read my own message and hoped it didn't sound desperate. I was deliberating adding a 'just kidding' when the phone started to ring with a call from Romie.

"Oh hey Romie. That message, I was, I was just-"

"Aww is my naughty boy getting horny already?"

I felt caught. She couldn't know I was looking at porn right now, could she? I nervously looked around the room in case she had left a webcam set up somewhere to spy on me.

No, it was an innocent question, I decided. Just coincidence that I happened to be watching porn at the moment... matriarchal porn.

I took a deep breath. "Maybe..."

"And my poor baby doesn't have me there to give him an erection. Whatever should we do?"

Her tone was light, but it wasn't her penis that was being kept as flaccid as an overcooked noodle.

"Romie..."

"Well I suppose you could always pay my mother a visit if you need her to adjust your collar for a little playtime..."

"Uh huh."

She started giggling, cracking herself up with her own stupid joke before getting ahold of herself. "Ok, ok, but you have other ways of making yourself feel good, right?"

When I didn't respond, she spelled it out. "I recall seeing a vibrator in your bedside drawer..."

I exhaled loudly into the phone and started to pace around my bedroom.

"Julian, it's okay. I want you to make yourself feel good when I'm not there. It's actually pretty hot imagining you using a toy like that on yourself."

"Romie, it's not for that, okay?! I just bought that for... training... you know, to get ready for last weekend. It's not like I've used if for... fun. I... I don't really like it..."

Romie blew out a frustrated breath, "It's okay, Julian. It's okay to enjoy getting fucked in the ass!"

I felt super uncomfortable. I knew that she had said it, just put it right out in the open, that which I was fearing, that I didn't know how to deal with, that I was hoping to just tiptoe around for the rest of my life. A subconscious impulse to toss the phone out the window began to gain traction in my head.

"I... I still feel weird about it." Honesty. I was a little shocked to hear such frank words leave my mouth. I had planned to flat out deny that I enjoyed it. That plan had changed just microseconds before speaking.

"Look, I know you're not used to it yet. How could you be? We just started." I could tell from the warmth in her voice that she appreciated me opening up to her about this. "And I know your upbringing makes it hard for you to relax when I... take you."

We both stayed silent for several moments. A pleasant, shared silence, mutually enjoying the fact that we were talking about this even though we weren't really saying anything.

"But soon you'll come to accept it and then you'll love it. There's nothing wrong with enjoying being penetrated. I thank God you enjoy it. "

Her voice paused suddenly like it was restrained. It sounded like she had so much she wanted to say that the words had jammed into each other and gotten stuck. "I think it will be therapeutic for you, for us to link regularly. We need to wash away all that prejudice and taboo so you can realize linking is one of the most beautiful ways of expressing love for each other. You took your deflowering so well. I loved linking you. I can't live without it."

"Who's the horny one now?" I teased her if only to lighten the mood. She didn't hesitate.

"Oh baby, I'm the hornier one. Your ass makes me so horny. When I touch myself before I go to sleep tonight, you know I'll be thinking about pounding that ass."

"Romie... I'm really not sure-"

"Don't overthink it, babe. Your body has needs. Promise me you'll at least try playing with your vibrator while I'm gone."

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. "We'll see," I evaded.

"C'mon. Puhwheezeeeee??"

"I said we'll see!" I hoped she would accept that I was done discussing my masturbation habits for the evening.

"Fine. Actually it's better this way. Keep it a secret. Your denials will just make your forbidden self-love that much hotter in my fantasies. Hehehehe."

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Over the next few days, the texts I exchanged with her were the high points of my life. I went to work. Ate food. Slept in my bed. Tried to remember how I had lived before meeting Romie. I didn't remember it being this boring.

Her situation seemed much more interesting. Apparently some corporate partner to a deal she was personally responsible for was trying to pull out, claiming unforeseen incompatibilities. Romie had flown there to hold the agreement together with her bare hands.

It sounded so much more stressful and exciting than my job. Experiencing it vicariously through her was as close as I wanted to get to such a situation.

*So when are you coming back?*

*When the job's done. Could be another week. They rejected another proposal yesterday, so we're revising with their people for another meeting with their executives tomorrow.*

Then another text arrived from her. *So did you have a good time with your toy?*

*No comment* I replied.

The truth was that I had tried. Two nights in a row, I had worked that vibrator up my bottom, desperate for orgasm. And both times, I had failed. I had given up, feeling foolish with a sore butthole, hornier than ever. I felt deceived. Tricked. It probably wasn't even really possible for a guy to cum that way, without his dick. It was probably a matriarchal myth, something that exists only in porn, a sexy story to encourage boys to stretch themselves for the pleasure of women.

Tugging on my limp dick did nothing to ease my frustration. After the second night, I resolved to stay away from all masturbation, mental or otherwise, until I could get my collar exchanged for a type 2 that would allow me to get myself off whenever I wanted. I was done with asking someone else for an orgasm.

The next day, I felt my mind going numb staring at my computer screen. I had begun to visualize my brain, sitting inside my skull, literally beginning to liquify, when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.

*Hey! I'm flying back now! Surprise! We had a breakthrough, and the deal is done! Let me take you out to dinner tonight to celebrate.*

*Oh that's great! Sure! What time?*

*I'll send a car for you at 7 PM*

*A car?*

*I said we're going to CELEBRATE! ;) Dress fancy!*

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I sat in the backseat and watched the scenery pass, while the driver navigated to the restaurant through traffic.

The black leather seat cushion felt so soft against my palms. I wanted to just sink into it. The term 'luxury car' finally made sense to me. As the soft leather caressed my skin, I wondered what other 'finer things in life' Romie knew about and might share with me. The thought immediately led to a mental image of her link sliding between my butt cheeks. I straightened up in the seat and focused my attention out the window to shake off that thought.

I wondered if the company was paying for this. Another executive perk perhaps.

It was nice, but I couldn't help ask myself if this was part of some elaborate scheme to get me to put out tonight.

She hadn't mentioned what sexual mischief we might get into, hadn't asked for any commitments from me, but I knew she'd be thinking it. The woman had a one-track mind.

Well, fancy cars and gourmet restaurants weren't going to be enough to make me just spread my cheeks for her. Probably.

It had felt good standing up to her and establishing boundaries when she'd shown up on my doorstep for a late night booty call. To show her I wasn't some collared pet, some whore she could order from the menu whenever it suited her tastes.

'Then why did you douche and lube your hole before leaving the house?' a suspicious voice accused inside my head.

Hey! I'm not wearing a butt plug! I'm wearing boxer shorts! Just being prudent in case something unexpected happens...

I sighed and let my head fall back against the head rest. The leather upholstery was ridiculously comfortable. This was definitely the nicest car I'd ever been in. For the thousandth time, I wondered how much Romie made a year. From my position in the accounting department, I could probably look it up without getting into trouble, though doing so without a good reason would violate company policy. The temptation loomed...

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"There's my man!" Romie stood and spread her arms out to me when the hostess showed me to the table. Given how fancy the restaurant was, I had thought maybe today would be the first time I saw her in a dress. Instead she wore a charcoal suit, with the pant legs tucked into the laced knee-high boots in typical matriarchal fashion.

I wondered if I would ever see her in a dress. Maybe as part of some kinky role play where she could pretend to be a traditional patriarchal wife.

The public display of affection both embarrassed me and made me happy. I could feel the eyes of the other customers on me as I reluctantly stepped between her arms and let her crush me in a tight embrace.

"Hi Romie," I muttered with heat flooding my cheeks.

"Your waiter will be right over," the hostess announced with a conspiratorial smile as she left us.

Romie ordered for us both, but I couldn't complain. The dishes she selected were fantastic, perfectly paired with the wine. "They didn't have bunny juice on their menu," Romie informed me with her bottom lip pushed out in a dramatic pout, "Regrettably."

She kept the conversation light and flowing. It was effortless talking to her when she was like this. It made me think she could probably switch careers and become a therapist without any additional training.

But as the server cleared the entree plates, she shifted into a heavier gear.

"So... that was pretty hot when I linked you last week."

My eyes darted around anxiously. It was a noisy restaurant, and no one could hear us, but still... this was not polite dinner conversation.

I stared back at her and made my eyeballs rounder to convey my discomfort. "Romie..."

She didn't even blink.

"What? No one is listening. And we need to talk about this. Weren't you so hot when I linked you last week?"

Keeping my voice low in both pitch and volume, I responded slowly, "I dunno. It kinda hurt, and I didn't cum."

She cocked her head and smiled like she was amused by the tack I was taking.

"Um, I seem to remember you cumming buckets all over my face afterward...."

Again I looked around rapidly, making sure no one was scandalized, but Romie just smirked as if our conversation was all just innuendo inevitably leading towards whatever she wanted.

The uneasy look I gave her finally broke her smirk, replacing it with a look of concern.

"Hey, I told you. It's normal for it to hurt at the start of each session for a while, but it will get easier each time. We'll probably have to train for months before you cum from linking alone without any cock-play. I promise you'll cum before I do tonight, okay?"

My heart was pounding. From the shock that she was talking about this so openly; and maybe a little from becoming aroused. My smoking-hot girlfriend was so interested in our sex life. In her sex life with me. Damn it if I didn't feel desired.

Thankfully dessert arrived before I had to comment any further. A rich chocolate mousse with two spoons.

Romie slid her chair around close to me. "We only need one spoon," she stated imperiously, holding out the superfluous utensil towards the waiter like she found it offensive. The man took it away with an expression on his face that looked truly apologetic. It was a very expensive restaurant.

I reached for the spoon in her fingers, and she jerked it away. "Hey! This is MY spoon!"

She scooped up a generous dollop of moose and brought it to her lips.

"MmmmmMrmmmmmmMmmmmm." Her almost-orgasmic moans were so overdone that I couldn't suppress a grin and yet another look around the restaurant to see if any of the other patrons had heard her. Somehow no one seemed to notice her. Were these people all blind and deaf?!

As she sucked the spoon clean, her eyes flitted over to mine and widened as if she just remembered I existed. "Oh! This chocolate is positively sinful! Would you like a taste, darling?"

She spooned up another mouthful and pointed it in my direction. I shook my head at her playful display and reached for the spoon.

"Ah ah ah, put your hand down, sweetie. This is my spoon. I already told you once."

I looked back at her and relented, bringing my hand back to my lap. She moved the loaded spoon to my lips.

A submissive thrill shivered through me as I accepted her spoon into my mouth in public with my eyes fixed on hers.

The chocolate was rich. Decadent. It made me want to indulge.

After I sucked it clean, she slowly plucked the utensil from between my lips with a wide grin on her face. "Liked that, didn't you?"

She didn't specify whether she was referring to the dessert or to being fed.

Instead she spooned up another bite. She eyed it carefully, like she was deciding where it should go, before bringing it to my mouth. From the delight on her face when I accepted it, you would have thought it was her who was tasting the sweet treat.

"Good boy."

She fed me the entire bowl slowly, one spoonful at a time.

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We were both a little tipsy from all the wine as we left the restaurant, so it was good planning on Romie's part that the driver was there to take us home. She shuffled us into the back seat, and we took off without any discussion as to our destination.

Romie was on top of me, sucking face before I could even check to make sure the privacy divider was blocking the driver's view. It was.

My tie was loose and the top buttons of my shirt had been unfastened by the time we finally came up for air. I looked out the window and recognized Romie's apartment building. I tried to think of how long the car had been stationary. I had no idea.

"So?" she leaned into me and nuzzled my neck while her hands moved all over me, "will you come up?"

"Maybe," I said, definitely wanting to go up, but wanting to negotiate first, "Depends on what you want to do."

She giggled, fully confident that her victory was already assured. "If you come up, I promise we'll have a wonderful time."

I looked up and met her eyes. They flashed with a kind of dark, smoky confidence. Like a carnivore salivating at the sight of fresh meat.

"I'm gonna have my way with you though. Could be dangerous for a delicate flower like you..."

The idea of being buggered tonight made my anus quiver. I had douched and pre-lubed my hole liked I'd started to do every time before I saw her, since I always seemed to end up with at least her finger up there. But I hadn't stretched with the plugs the way I had been doing before she took my virginity.

"Can we.... can we just have um normal sex tonight?"

She giggled. "Normal sex," she repeated mockingly before her teeth started to nibble my ear. Her breath was hot on my skin. "Sure, sweetheart, your new normal. If you come up, you're gonna get it in the ass."

She slid a hand around and cupped my butt cheek, and I grimaced.

Romie pulled back and looked me in the eye, "Don't pretend you don't enjoy it."

She stared me down, and I wilted under her gaze. Okay, okay, part of me enjoyed it, but I wasn't going to say that.

"I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry. Just let me take what I want, and I'll bring you such pleasure. I'll dominate you. Overwhelm you. You want that just as much as I do, don't you?"

I looked away and gave a soft tentative "No..." in response.

She laughed and kissed me again. "I know what you want. I won't make you say it. I won't make you ask for it."

We stayed quiet for another minute before something seemed to occur to her and she cocked her head at me.

"When's the last time you came?"

I shot her an accusing glare. "Before your trip. Before you put me back into soft mode!"

"Tut tut tut," she shook her head in mock sympathy, "didn't I tell you to use your vibrator like a good boy?"

I certainly wasn't going to tell her that I'd tried, so instead I just glared at her.

"My poor man," she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as I remained silent, "you definitely need to come up then."

A sudden, desperate need to reassert myself, to declare my autonomy and self-determination and masculinity, rose up in me. I was no one's pet.

"I want to change to the type 2 collar." I spat it out like an insult.

She cupped my cheek and turned my head until I met her eyes again. I forced myself to hold her gaze.

"I'm serious, Romie," I said to myself as much as to her, gearing myself up for a fight.

She smiled at me, so sweetly it felt dangerous. "That's fine, darling. I'll call my mother tomorrow."

What? No fight? I'd been certain she would at least try to persuade me to let her keep control of my erections. My inability to predict her was both exciting and frightening.

She tipped her head forward with her eyeballs rising to keep my gaze. "But tonight," she let the word hang with the same weight as one would have said 'checkmate,' "tonight you're going to come up to my apartment and be a good boy for me, aren't you?"

It was starting to sound inevitable. Like I wasn't going to be able to talk my way out of this. A growing piece of me wanted to go up and give in.

"Tonight we can say it's just for me, okay? That you don't like it at all, and you're just doing it to please your deviant girlfriend, OKAY?! C'mon, gimme, gimme, gimme!"

She started kissing my ear before trailing down my neck, both of her hands roaming my body, playing me like a familiar instrument. I let myself go. It was so easy to just melt into her embrace.

She sensed my body go limp. "Good boy."

***************

She tugged me behind her by the hand as we made for the lobby of her apartment building. I looked over my shoulder at the tinted windows of the luxury car, wondering what the driver must be thinking of this sight.

We had to share the elevator up with an elderly woman. She stood in front of us. I looked at Romie and saw her eyes moving up and down my body, an internal debate behind them, like she was trying to decide how much she might be able to get away with behind the woman's back. I looked my girlfriend in the eyes, smiled involuntarily, and shook my head. She behaved herself.

When we got to her floor, Romie dragged me from the elevator and pushed me up against the wall outside her door, kissing me hard. She pulled back and grinned at me while she fumbled with her keys.

With a stuttering, bumbling, frenetic pace, we arrived at her bedroom. Her mattress grazed the backs of my legs a second before she shoved me backward. Romie pounced on top of me before the cushion had even absorbed my fall.

We dry humped as we made out. She moaned, but of course I had no erection. My cock was limp in its collar as always. I'd had enough of that.

"Romie.... Romie... ROMIE!"

"What?!"

"The collar. C'mon, give me an erection."

She blinked at me a second before she burst out laughing. "Hahaha!" she cackled maniacally as she grabbed my arm and flipped me onto my stomach, "Not tonight, sweet cheeks. You know I'm after a different part of you tonight!"

I felt her weight in the hand she had between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the mattress, while her other hand squeezed my buttocks.

With supernatural speed, she had my pants unfastened and her hand grasped the waistbands of both my pants and underwear, tugging them down, baring my ass. I reached back a hand in a half-hearted attempt to resist her.

She easily caught my wrist and pinned it to my lower back. "Whoo! Hoo! Don't fight it, sweetheart. Give mommy what she wants." I heard her spit on her hand and then I felt her finger on my asshole. She slid the wet digit inside my pre-lubed rectum.

"Unghhh," I groaned into the mattress as I was entered.

"Oooh, somebody prepped his bottom for me. Goowddd booyyyy. My Juli spoils me, doesn't he? Let's me finger his tight little butthole whenever I want even though he doesn't like it AT ALL, right?! Hahaha!"

She nuzzled my hair, chuckling to herself as she finger fucked me like the idea I didn't want to be ass-fucked was just adorable. I kept my face pressed into her sheets so I didn't have to react to her taunts.

Her fingertip stroked my prostate, and my sphincter squeezed down on her. I breathed out and forced myself to relax before squeezing around her again. It felt really good.

"Mmmm, that's it, baby. You like that? I feel you squeezing me. My poor man being molested by his pervert girlfriend. Heheh. Alright. That's fine, babe. You don't like it at all. You're not submissive. No, tonight you can be a good patriarchal prude. Keep resisting. I'll be your pervert, baby."

Despite getting no reaction or encouragement from me, she continued molesting me with supreme confidence. Like she somehow knew I really wanted it. Or at least she was damn sure she wanted it.

She took my ear gently between her teeth as her finger hooked and stretched my tight ring. "Yeah. Gimme that ass, boy. Fuck yeah."

Is this how matriarchal girls talk dirty? I asked myself, trying to maintain the fantasy that she was weird and I was normal. For once, I felt grateful the collar was keeping me limp so that she couldn't see how turned on her dirty talk was making me.

Her finger pulled out. "Don't move a muscle, lover."

The mattress squeaked as she dismounted. I stayed obediently on my stomach with my pants and underwear still tugged down around my upper thighs. My eyes stayed closed as I kept my face pressed into the security of her comforter. I wondered how long I could go without speaking, content to let her do all the talking tonight.

When her fingers returned to my butt, they were coated with cool gel. And then something larger and firmer pressed against my asshole.

"Just a plug, sweetheart. Gonna take my time with you tonight."

Romie pushed harder, and I felt my pucker forced to open. "That's it, Julian. Stretch for me."

"Ohhhh," I moaned as my rim closed around the widest part. My pulsating pelvic muscles drew it deeper inside me with each contraction.

She pulled my socks and shoes off, followed by my pants and my underwear. Then she pulled back on my hips and my hair, bringing me from a prone position up onto my hands and knees, wearing only my shirt, my collars, and a butt plug.

I looked up at her standing over me on the mattress. She had somehow disrobed and strapped on, now wearing only her brassiere and her link. She moved her hair out of her face with one hand while the other fisted her engorged strap-on prick.

Her cocky grin made me blush.

"Well aren't you a sight," she teased as her dick became stiffer in her grip.

"Romie, I-"

"Shhhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. I know, I know, baby, you don't like any of this. You're just doing it for your pervert girlfriend. I know. You're the sweetest, most loving boyfriend ever. Yes, you are."

Her hand that wasn't stroking her cock slid into my hair and took a dangerous grip.

"Pucker up, sweetie. You know I appreciate this. Now don't think. Just suck my cock."

I expected her to shove her shaft through my lips and start fucking my face, but she just held herself there, just lightly grazing my lips with her throbbing head.

"C'mon, give me a kiss, Julian."

I steeled myself. Just tonight. I said I would... be a good boy for her tonight. Fuck it.

My lips reached out on their own and planted a smooch right over the opening at her tip.

"Good boy. Now open your mouth."

Breathing fast and looking away in conflicted shame, my jaw dropped open. Romie ran her tip over my opened lips like her cock was applying lipstick before pressing her glans into the hot wetness of my mouth.

My mouth gently closed around it, wrapping my lips around her possessively. Against my better judgment, I looked up into her eyes.

She looked ecstatic. I ran my tongue slowly around her corona and watched a titillated shiver pass through her.

"YEESSSSS!"

It was addictive, seeing her that happy because of me. I swirled my tongue around her and pushed forward to take more of her length into my mouth.

"Ohhhh yeah. That's it. That's how you suck mommy's cock."

Her hand on the back of my head was firm as she thrust her hips forward. I sucked and licked her with love, and she purred as her cock throbbed on my tongue.

As her tip neared the back of my throat, I got nervous. On all fours in the position I was in, both of my hands were supporting some of my weight. My instinct to reach up and grab her cock to prevent it from going too deep was stopped by my instinct to keep my balance. I tried to subtly shift my weight into one hand to free the other, but she pulled my head back in the other direction.

I struggled to stay calm and trust her not to choke me with her dick. Suddenly, my mind pictured what we must look like. Me on my hands and knees, bare ass sticking out from beneath my shirt, stuffed with a plug, while my girlfriend stuffed my mouth with her cock. My asshole pulsated around the butt plug at the perverse scene.

Romie pulled out before I gagged.

"Lick it." She growled with need as she ran her shaft over my face. I dragged my tongue over her length with no resistance.

She stepped around behind me. I felt her pull the plug out of my anus. The head of her member caressed my stretched slick opening.

"Ohhhh!" we moaned in unison as she slid her glans through my sphincter.

"Oww!" I said, mostly because I thought that's what a more masculine person would say in this situation. There was some pain but not bad.

Romie held herself stationary just inside me. She gently rubbed her hands up and down my sides like she was trying to soothe a spooked pet. Saying 'oww' now seemed decidedly less manly.

Breathing deep, I fought to relax my body to accept the coming onslaught. Romie seemed to sense my acceptance.

"Take it inside you, Julian. Bury my girl in her favorite hole. Now!" She slapped my ass.

The spank put me in motion before I even thought about it. My hips pushed back, and my bottom began to swallow her shaft.

"Ohhh. Mmmm. Ngghhrhh. Ahhhh." I barely recognized my voice. In fits and starts, I inched my butt back and forth, taking her a little deeper with each gyration.

"That's it, sweetness. Work that pretty ass back on me. Give me all of you. I want it all!"

I was humping back on her like a slut, secretly focusing more on my own pleasure than on hers.

This was yet another humiliating part about being the penetrated sex partner - chasing an orgasm. Cumming with my dick had always been straightforward, but this was so much more complicated. Sometimes a certain angle felt good, sometimes not. Sometimes tightness was good, other times it was better to be loose.

My frustrating, clumsy search, bringing my butt closer to orgasm through a random walk of trial and error - it made it crystal clear to me that I was the perverted whore here who would do anything to get their pleasure. I knew my self-image might never recover from this, but I did NOT care. She felt too good. Romie's cock pulsed and throbbed as I took it deeper in my butt.

Finally, I felt her pubes scratch against my buttocks. With a final push, I seated myself back fully, my soft cheeks flattened against her hips. A swell of pride bloomed in my chest.

"Good fucking boy," her voice was needy, sounding half-crazed. "You submit so well, Juli baby. You enjoy being stretched by your girlfriend's cock. Relax. Embrace it." I felt her grip tighten on my waist and knew I was in for it.

Her hips began to move slowly like a locomotive just starting to chug.

"Oh. Aiieeee. Ooommphh. Oh." I whimpered pathetically as she fucked me up the ass. The feelings overwhelmed me, and my arms lost strength. I sank down to my elbows, keeping my hips up in her grasp.

**********

Romie slid herself deep in her boyfriend's back passage and let her eyes roll back in her skull, overwhelmed by pleasure.

So. Fucking. Good.

How could patriarchal women pass this up?!

Ignorance or mental illness seemed to be the only explanations.

She spread Julian's soft little butt cheeks apart and gazed at his wrinkled little hole accepting her. Inside him.

Inside her lover is where she was meant to be. She thrust forward, wanting to bury every bit of herself inside him. This was home. She felt herself becoming linked to him, physically and emotionally bound together, just like the great matriarchal poets wrote about in verse.

Romie embraced it. She would never let him go. Nothing was more important, not even her career, she would claim this boy as hers, body and soul.

************

Apart from the occasional grunt, Romie stayed silent as she dicked me down. I felt her hands move down from my waist to spread my butt cheeks. I knew she was watching her cock slide in and out of my conquered cunt. Her thumb dipped down my crack and rubbed over my puckered rim where it met her shaft. I mewled into the mattress in shameful pleasure.

"That's it. Show me. Show me how much you love me in your ass!" she gasped and bucked, making me shudder, "I can feel it, I can feel your need to be filled."

"Hoah!" I exclaimed in surprise when she pulled out.

"Get on your back. Spread your legs for me." Romie's voice was low and serious, barking out orders as if our very lives depended on their execution.

She popped her bra off perfunctorily. Her tits were powerful. She shuffled forward on her knees and moved between my spread legs, sliding her cock back inside me.

"Take my cock, baby. Feel my power. Submit to me."

It was a different experience being fucked in missionary. I couldn't escape as easily. There was no mattress to hide my face in. Instead, Romie was everywhere.

Her hands on my thighs, forcing my legs further apart. The stretch brought tension to my pelvic floor, and I was more aware of her penetrating me, sliding past what I had always thought was my base, my foundation. Now I was nothing, I had no foundation. I was just a passageway.

Her pointy nipples grazing my chest. Her lips crushing mine, thrusting her tongue in to make sure I was dominated from both ends. Her eyes on mine, like a predator willing its prey to surrender.

And I had surrendered. I sucked my lips around her tongue the way she liked, letting her thrust the wet little muscle, fucking my mouth. I squeezed my legs around her in need. Her dick felt like it belonged inside me. I wanted her to fuck me like this forever.

"Do you want to cum?" she asked suddenly.

"YES! Please Romie! Make me cum!"

I expected her to bring her ring down to my collar and give me an erection so she could stroke me to the finish line.

Instead she reached over and grabbed a bright purple vibrator that she'd laid on the mattress. I stared up at her questioningly, feeling a fresh layer of fear and apprehension pile on top of my arousal.

Romie leaned forward calmly, wrapped one hand lightly but menacingly around my throat and pressed the vibrator into my mouth.

It tasted mostly of plastic, but the faint flavor of her cunt was undeniable. She held it between my lips as she pumped her hips between my legs. From the energy in her thrust and the volume of her grunts, I could tell she was close.

She plucked the vibe from my mouth, flicked it on, and pressed it carefully down on my limp dick, pinning it to my abdomen.

"Hoah!" I cried out, looking at her incredulously, my eyes like saucers.

The vibrations on my penis combined with her unstoppable thrusting in and out of my bottom brought my simmer suddenly to a full boil. My thighs began to quiver, and some emergency warning system I never knew I had went off telling me that I was about to cum from this. With a soft cock.

I couldn't handle it. "What?!" my voice came out hoarse, "Wait. Oh! I - Rom - Oh fuck. Wait!"

The orgasm didn't wait. It burst through the gates. The sensation jolted me, and my asshole clenched and pulsated around her cock.

Her jaw hung open in a crazed wide grin of pure joy. "Yes! Yes! YESS!" she screamed into my face.

I was a mess. My hands were both in my own hair, pulling and scratching. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth in a silent scream as I felt the orgasm ignite and set me aflame.

"Ahhhh!" I squealed as my hot wetness splashed across my belly.

Romie dropped the vibe and dropped her body on top of mine, riding me fast and hard at a gallop.

I squeezed my arms and legs around her, never wanting to let go. My hole squeezed her a few more times, but mostly just took what she gave it. I felt her tense as she moaned out her climax before she went limp in my arms.

I held her gently for a long time, rubbing small circles on her back, trying to calm myself down as much as comfort her.

Neither of us said anything. She pulled out wordlessly and went to the bathroom. I laid there motionless, completely fucked out. I didn't know what had just happened, but I knew it was like no kind of sex I'd ever had before.

She returned with a warm wash cloth, lovingly wiping the lube from between my butt cheeks and the cum from my belly. Once I was cleaned, she took me in her arms under the sheets, scooting up the mattress so she could rest my head on her breast. She squeezed me tight and kissed my hair.

"I felt every one of your contractions around my link when you came. You see how good it is when you do what I say?" she whispered in my ear.

I just laid there in her arms, my brain still rebooting.

"We're only scratching the surface, babe. You're doing so well. We can switch to a type 2 collar, but I think we should try to have you only orgasm while linking for a while. We'll have you cumming from your butt in no time. And that's really gonna blow your mind. Don't worry about a thing, baby. I'll get you there."

I squeezed her tighter and blew the air out of my lungs into her chest, hoping like hell she knew what was best for us.

"How do you feel?"

"Um... okay I guess."

"You came pretty hard, didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

She ran her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly, a reverberating sound through my nose and throat, almost like a purr. "It's so good for both of us when you submit, isn't it?"

I said nothing, wishing she would shut up about this for the rest of the night at least.

"I know it's still hard for you. You're getting better at it with practice. But I think we should go to the temple together sometime. They may be able to help you... understand better."

My eyes shot open and I looked at her. "The temple?" Visions of being placed on a table for ritual sacrifice flashed before my eyes.

"Yeah, I probably should have taken you by now, so you can see what matriarchy actually looks like. They have counselors and classes we could look into."

I suddenly became aware that my thigh was grazing her link. She was still wearing the prosthetic dick, which now rested soft against her leg. I kind of wished she'd take it off now, but it seemed... rude to ask someone to please remove their penis. Instead, I subtly moved my thigh so I was no longer touching it.

At that moment, my phone buzzed with a new text, and I reached over to check it.

"What is it?" Romie asked.

"Nothing. Just my mom asking what kind of pie I want her to make for National Day."

"Oh," she said. It sounded like gears were turning in Romie's head, but I figured she was thinking of something else and just making conversation. "Does your family have a big National Day celebration?"

"Not crazy big. But it IS the biggest holiday of the year. So yeah, we always spend it together, eating ridiculous, sickening amounts of food." I answered easily, happy that the conversation seemed to have moved on from the matriarchal temple.

"Who all is coming?"

"Um, well my mom's sister's family usually comes, but they're spending it with her husband's family this year. So it will just be my parents and my sister."

"Good."

Good? What did she mean, good? When I looked back at Romie, her eyes were intense.

"What?" I asked, almost afraid to know.

"I'll come with you."

"What?"

"For National Day. Tell your mother your girlfriend will be accompanying you. I should have met them already with how serious this relationship is. It's time."