Yes, Raven (A Femdom Story):

Raven took the last steps leading to the entrance of her apartment, and paused, grabbing for the keys in her coat pocket. She winced as her tender fingers wrapped around the jingling ring, and she produced the key, gently slotting it into the dead bolt. She opened the door to Charles cooking dinner.

“Oh, hey. You’re back. How did your lessons go?”

She sputtered, blowing air out between her thick, red lips. “Not the best. I almost had the new piece down before the lid came down on my fingers.”

“Shit! did you get them checked?”

“Well, I didn’t go to the ER or anything like that. I’m pretty sure they’re just bruised up. They ache like a bitch though.”

“Awww,” Charles approached, pulling a hand softly toward his eyes. “Those look rough.”

He kissed them, and went about helping Raven out of her rain coat. She grinned.

“The shoes too.”

Charles looked to her, and smiled. “Of course, Rave.” He slid her wet shoes off, and set them in the closet.

“Mmmmm,” Raven stepped into the kitchen, and hovered over a pot of hot soup that was proximal to three wine bottles. “Dinner and wine?”

“Thought I could do that for you.”

“I appreciate it. You’re starting to understand things a bit better now, I see.”

Charles looked down. “Yes, Raven.”

She chuckled, “you can look at me Charlie. All has been forgiven from the other night’s, well, disobedience.”

“I’m sorry again. I wasn’t thinking.”

Raven uncorked a bottle and poured a large glass. She took a sip and shrugged.

“It’s no longer a concern. Just, next time, be sure to discard your used tissues where I won’t find them. You practically left the lotion out on the night stand.” Raven drank again.

“Does that mean my punishment is over?”

Raven held a hand to her ear, “What was that?”

Charles cleared his throat. “May my punishment be over?”

She opened her mouth to answer when her phone rang. A small smile spread across her face, “I better get that, yeah?”

Dinner:

A while later the plates, utensils, and candles were set out; Raven was seated by Charles. Two bowls of soup were poured and wine glasses were filled. It was Raven’s third glass. She ate in a quiet confidence, and Charles tried to ignore the quickening off his heart and the solid warmth resting heavily against his inner thigh. It was after her second glass that he noticed Raven’s nipples had grown hard, and managed to become explicitly detailed through the padding of her bra and dress.

“How do you like it?”

Raven looked to him and smiled, “It’s delicious. I can’t wait until we dig into that ice cream after too.”

“But you ate the last of that last week.”

“Oh? And there’s no other dessert?”

Charles thought a minute. “I can’t think of anything.”

“Hmm,” she sipped at her wine, “I’ll have to find something for us then.”

“Well,” Charles pulled his phone out, searching for bakeries near by, “We could get a pie or-”

When he looked back up, Raven was gone. “Rave?”

Raven’s plan:

“I’m in here.” her voice floated in from the bedroom. She went up on tip toes, the doors of her dresser open. She felt around on the top shelf and grinned when her fingers folded over a small box. Raven pulled it from the shelf and opened it to reveal an ovular, chrome bead and tiny pink controller. She tapped the colored face of it, and single blue light appeared in the center. The bead purred softly.

“Are you coming back out?”

“I’ll be right there. Just gotta use the bathroom first.”

She disappeared into the master suite’s restroom, and quietly pulled down her jeans and panties. Her face was flushed when she noticed a damp spot had already formed at their base. Raven nested the metallic bead in the crotch of her underwear, and pulled them back up, sliding the bead onto her clitoris. She barely suppressed a moan when she felt its vibrations against her.

She took a couple of deep breaths to compose herself before she took out the controller, sliding her thumb up its surface. The blue light at the center grew brighter, and her body shook as the bead’s tremor grew more intense. She gave herself a minute before she flushed the toilet, and returned to the dining room.

“Are you alright?”

Raven nodded, a goofy grin on her face. Her eyelids fluttered as she sat down. She couldn’t help herself from leaning forward, letting her weight push her sensitive clitoris harder into the vibrator.

“I was just ordering dessert for us.”

“Oh, great. What did you get?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Charles dug a thumbnail into the pad of his index finger. He hoped against hope that Rave had actually forgiven him. Charles hadn’t had sex with her since he’d gone behind her back with the masturbating. He didn’t realize that she took this domination thing so seriously before. He was happy to give it a try, and now it had been three weeks since Raven brought up wanting it. It took a minute to get used to it, but Charles was starting to enjoy himself, with her permission of course.

“When does it get here?”

“That’s up to you,” her breathing was noticeably louder.

“How’s that, Rave?”

“Well,” She paused, placing a hand over her crotch and struggling against the soft moan escaping her lips,” you see, my fingers still hurt pretty badly, and it’s trouble trying to get these jeans and, another quiet moan, other things off.”

“And you want me to take them off for you?”

“How else will you do your nightly work? You do want to continue with the freedoms I’ve allowed you, correct?”

“Yes, Raven.”

She looked at him with a level gaze and began to grind her hips down into the chair again. “Good. I’ll take the usual then. Stand.”

Charles pushed his chair back an righted himself, but bent slightly forward in discomfort to accommodate the erection bowing against the fabric of his pants.

“Better posture.”

He stood straighter, trying to adjust to the tight fabric.

“If it’s so uncomfortable, maybe you might consider not being so excitable. I do like that you’re desperate for me though. You really are getting along with the new way, aren’t you?”

He nodded and walked to her chair and bent down to start unbuttoning her jeans.

“Not with your hands,” She pushed her seat back and stood in front of Charles. Raven placed two fingers on his shoulder and brought his head down, level with her thighs, “use your mouth.”

His teeth clutched the fabric holding the button in place, and he felt the vibrations from the bead against his lips.

“Take your time. You know how I like you on your knees. I’m guessing you’ve felt my little secret. It’s probably not enough to make me cum,” she grinned as Charles pulled with more purpose on the denim, “but, then again, this vibe has a tendency to sneak up on me. And, the thing is,” she bent toward the table and grabbed her glass, “I really only wanna cum once tonight.”

Charles freed the button just as Raven let out another moan, this one not as quiet. He continued, securing the zipper tag with his teeth, and pulled down. He caught a smell of her dampness building up, and felt the heat escaping from her tight jeans.

Raven looked down. “Oh, shit. This is making such a mess. It looks like you have your work cut out for you, huh Charlie?”

“Yes, Raven.”

She took a drink of her wine as Charles started tugging the denim down her legs with his mouth. The cool air wrapped around her legs, and she could feel a strong cold where the air made contact with the deep colored wet spot on her panties. Raven kicked the jeans off from around her ankles, and slid her underwear off. “I gotta go get our special chair, baby.” She picked up the garments and held them out to him. “Clean these while I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I can start a load.”

“No,” She chuckled, “the same way you took my jeans off.”

Dessert:

Raven walked off to the bedroom to retrieve her throne. She disappeared behind the door, but left it open a crack. Through it, she watched as Charles began to lick the soaked patch of her underwear; she rubbed her clitoris gently. After a minute or five, she packed away the vibe and recovered her queening stool. She could feel her wetness start to travel down her bare thighs as she walked to the door and opened it. “You can come in now.”

“Yes, Raven.”

When he breached the entrance, Raven was naked next to the chair. She didn’t say a word, just pointed to the gap below the stool where Charles, for another night, would spend the next few hours. He laid out on his back and slotted his head and neck into the harness below the throne’s central window.

After he was set, he gave the thumbs up, and watched as Raven’s bare ass lowered onto the stool. Just before the darkness overtook his vision, he noticed her red, swollen and glistening snatch and he crossed his fingers, hoping  that it would only be an hour or so this time.

Charles went to a different place in his mind when he was under Raven. Time would pass quietly as she gyrated, the wet from her vagina pooling behind the cleft of his chin and around his eyes. The webbing under his tongue grew tender as the minute hand made its trips around the clock face. Her smell and feel was his entire world, the darkness of her shadow separating him from their bedroom. He was afloat in her. His every sensation was tailored by Raven. He was hers, and there was no getting away until Rave had her fill.

Charles was brought back to his box when his partner’s grinding increased in speed and pressure. He had experienced this several times during the last three weeks. He knew when she was almost done. Raven moaned, rubbing faster against his soft lips and the firm but not rigid structure of his nose.

“Oh, fuck.” She breathed

Charlie set his tongue to work faster.

Her breaths continued, raggedly, “Yeah? You like being my little fuck toy?” She rocked on his nose harder.

“Yes, Raven.” A muffled reply.

“Your face is my favorite toy.” Another moan. “Are you ready for dessert?”

Before he could answer, Charles felt her lips start to tremble as the contractions of her orgasm rippled through the walls of her vagina. She cried out as the climax took over, and Charlie opened his mouth wider as he felt Raven’s cum run down his tongue and coat his lips.

He waited until her breathing had settled, and began to remove the support harness from his head.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you only wanted to cum once!” His voice sounded from under her still buzzing pussy. Raven felt his warm breath against her, and knew then that she wouldn’t be satisfied with one ride. In fact, she was feeling hungrier tonight than most. A wide grin slowly found its way to her lips.

“I changed my mind.”