under Her control – part 5 (FemDom fiction)

Rick walked in the front door carrying large, beautiful bouquets of flowers. It was part of his weekly contribution to the house. Not that he was ever asked to do so, but Othelia loved it.

The arrangements he put all over the house brightened her mood tremendously. She had always thought she hated flowers. Turns out she just hates seeing them wilted and dying. But Rick ensured they were always fresh and beautiful and she beamed with joy everytime she saw his new designs.

Rick was Lonny and Othelia’s sixth attempt at finding a sub. He had ended up being closer to a slave but he fit into their household gloriously.

Othelia initially wasn’t quite sure a sub would really work with the loving dynamic her and Lonny had. And after five failed attempts she was ready to quit trying. But Rick changed all that.

She had to admit almost immediately that he was a better housekeeper than Lonny ever could be. He was also a trained chef, as his previous owners had sent him to culinary school.

And the meals he prepared were exquisite. He didn’t live with them, which is a preference Othelia insisted on, even though she sometimes caught herself missing him. Which was funny because he didn’t really speak much.

He was utilized as furniture quite a lot. He was a fabulous masseuse too. He fluffed Lonny wonderfully and was an extra zestful pleasure in Lonny and Othelia’s already remarkable sex life.

He had even completely rearranged all her drawers, her garage and her extensive wardrobe closet; organizing everything by season and color.

She especially enjoyed when he would set out a few outfits for her to decide on for the next work day. He had the most fabulous eye for fashion and she was turning more heads than ever between her genuine happiness, her confidence and her inner and outer beauty. She was truly a sight to behold.

Lonny seemed much happier too and while she very occasionally wondered how enamored Lonny was with Rick he never let on to anything serious or did anything to raise concerns.

Both men always deferred to her first and then Rick deferred to Lonny.

Lonny had recently decided to go back to get his Master’s degree and she supported him completely in doing so. She had grown to love Lonny with a force so strong she felt it unbreakable by time, space and even death itself. She had to admit life was really good and Lonny was a huge part of that.

——

It was a cold winter morning when Rick saw Othelia pensively drinking her tea while cleaning up the morning dishes and asked her if she was ok “Can I do anything for you O.T.? You seem a bit off today.” he said in his usual, kind, loving tone. Rick had taken to calling her by her initials and she found it amusing and loved how it sometimes made Lonny upset.

Othelia looked at Rick for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “I’m going to ask Lonny to marry me.” she said.

And at that Rick let out a huge shriek of excitement “OMG, yes, this is the best news ever. May I please help plan? The wedding? The proposal? The honeymoon? All of it, please?”

Othelia couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. She was definitely going to need his help.

They both knew Lonny was going to be very surprised. It had been over three years prior when Othelia and Lonny had agreed to the terms of his moving in that she had told him marriage was on the table. He asked a few clarifying questions that night and then they never spoke of it again. She was happy he had never pressured her.

She wasn’t quite sure herself what had prompted her to decide it was finally time. It may have been last week when she got a monstrous head cold and was completely laid out.

Lonny had skipped school and laid by her side pampering her endlessly. They watched movies and napped. He told her jokes and they talked about simple details of their childhoods that hadn’t yet been shared.

Like when they first knew Santa Claus wasn’t real and their first time on a train. They talked about their first pets and the first time they orgasmed. Simple little things one forgets to share. And they made love every day even with the possibility of Lonny getting sick himself.

She realized that she couldn’t and didn’t want to live without him in her life. She needed him and she adored and loved him more than anything or anyone else in the world.

“Have you thought of how or where or when?” Rick said; prodded her out of her thoughts.

“Um, no, not really” she said. “I want it to be perfect, intimate, personal and romantic. But I’m not sure about any of the details.” and at that thought Othelia immediately felt in over her head. She could plan mergers and acquisitions, firings and hirings, make multi-million dollar decisions with no apprehension or stress on her end, but this….this was rattling her a bit.

Rick knelt before her and nudged her feet. His way of asking if he could rub them. She nodded, still stuck in her head. His touch did sooth her tremendously and she thanked him with a kiss on the forehead.

“Why don’t you go into the office late today and go for a morning run?” Rick casually suggested.

He knew normally Othelia put work first and she had already been out sick most of last week, but with her head so cloudy with this new decision she thought his idea made more sense.

“Rick, how did we get by without you?” Othelia teased but genuinely meant. “So you don’t just want me for my ass?” he said as he turned and twerked for her. They both laughed and Othelia gave him a long hug before heading upstairs to change. “Thank you” she whispered in his ear before giving him a wet willy.

She was probably going to pay for that. Whenever Rick was displeased he baked the most delicious pastries you could ever imagine. Better than the best bakeries in France and Othelia could absolutely not resist them, which is why she made sure Rick was never too irritated.

On her run she formulated her plan. On New Years Eve they had already planned to have two dozen of their closest friends come for appetizers and games. The parties they threw were legendary with wild hijinks always ensuing and people doing all kinds of things normally outside their normal comfort zones.

One year they hired a hypnotherapist and they all took turns being hypnotized and making each other do outlandish things; while being recorded for posterity. Although everyone wished some of those not so PG-13 things they did hadn’t been recorded.

Another time they had set up dozens of Minute to Win It type games with great but inexpensive prizes. And not to forget how everyone loved their white elephant Christmas party, which they were skipping this year to be with Lonny’s parents. As his father had just been diagnosed with aggressive Brain Cancer and he had specifically asked them to spend Christmas there.

She liked his parents and they were very good to her after the initial shock of the age difference and lack of impending grandbabies wore off.

Yes, Othelia thought to herself….. New Year’s Eve it is.

——-

Sure enough Rick made the most decadent neopolitans for dessert that night. Lonny had sent him home early though and Rick hadn’t taken any pastries with him. “You know I’m forced to eat these now.” she said to Lonny as he finished loading the dishwasher.

“Love” he said sweetly, they had taken to terms of endearment for each other since before Rick had come into the picture over two years ago. “Yes, darling” she said still eyeing the desserts.

“Is everything ok? I couldn’t help but notice how quiet you were tonight and yet Rick seemed besides himself. Is there anything we need to talk about?” and she tried desperately to formulate thoughts to not look like a deer stuck in the headlights.

“I’m gonna take one for the team” she said to herself as she pulled him towards her by the belt loop. She knelt before him unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his shorts. She then gently released him from this cock cage with the key she held on her bracelet.

It’s not that she hated giving him a blow job. Those she loved, especially when she would build him up to rock hard and then deny him completely and recage him. She loved edging him and had gone on streaks of months at a time completely denying him sexual gratification. Which he protested about very infrequently but she knew he actually loved.

She really just didn’t want all that pressure on her knees. She was always extra careful with them so she could keep her running routine going.

She suckled at his soft cock and wrapped her arms around him cupping his ass. Squeezing him, pulling him into her she rolled his cock around in her mouth until it became too big and hard. She sucked it deep and swift until she could feel him start to swoon a little.

She then pulled herself up, grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom while he pulled his pants off completely and followed behind.

She undressed his upper torso slowly, kissing his smooth skin, soaking in his male scent. She laid him on the bed and undressed herself calmly. His eyes firmly on her, his cock still hard. She loved the sight of his hard cock and the look in his eyes that begged for pleasure and release. Tonight she was going to give it to him.

She turned him onto his stomach and started kissing and licking his feet, working her way to his inner thighs and ass. She gently bit his butt while her hands worked their way around his entire body, squeezing his balls, caressing the back of his knees, one of his favorite erogenous zones.

She worked her way up slowly, massaging his head as she licked and nuzzled his ears and neck, breathing into his ear she professed her love to him.

Then she turned him around and did the same thing on that side except she paid even more attention to his hard cock and edged him right to the brink. He sighed frustrated and when she had gotten to his face, caressing and kissing it she engulfed his cock with her pussy “cum for me” she whispered. And at that Lonny rolled her over onto her back and proceeded to grind on her in the way he knew would produce her orgasm first.

Except she wasn’t having it.

Yet instead of struggling for power to give each other an orgasm first they ended up making the most loving session of sex they ever had before.

And as they lay in bed in the afterglow; Lonny snuggled in Othelia’s arms he thanked her for his release. Chuckling lightly “it was my pleasure” she responded as she felt the delicious sensation of his cum slowly drip from her pussy. Typically she made him clean her up with his tongue, but tonight she just wanted to hold him tight.

Later that night as they lay in bed chatting, Lonny mentioned that Rick wanted to move in. “But we agreed on this already” Othelia calmly contested. “He can take half of my office space” Lonny kept on. She turned away for a moment to think.

“Ok. But you have to give him the entire room, if this is what you really want then it is going to require a sacrifice on your part.”

And Lonny looked at her incredulously.

“I’m sorry” she insisted “that’s the only way.”.

She loved Rick, not to the extent she loved Lonny, not even close but she cared for him and deeply enjoyed having him around but she also enjoyed peace and quiet of having the house to herself when they were both gone and she felt if Rick moved in she would get much less of her necessary alone time.

But she also had to concede that she needed help planning the proposal, the wedding and everything else that came with it and having Rick there would be a blessing.

So to settle the conflict she thought lobbing it back to Lonny made perfect sense. He can make the ultimate decision.

And at that Lonny began what would be a 2 hour argument. Othelia wondered why she was letting him be so childish. But having just made the decision to marry him and on the heels of making love she didn’t want to expend the energy to discipline him then and there. She didn’t necessarily bicker back, she simply stood her ground and let Lonny infuriate her with his continual demands and pleas.

Until finally she just turned off the lights, rolled over and fell asleep. To which she was sure Lonny would pout about the next day. She was almost too tired to care though. She was being reasonable and he was being stubborn. So this was truly on him. That she couldn’t get him to see that was not for lack of trying on her part but rather for lack of acceptance on his.

The next morning Lonny left early for school with a small peck and an apology note. Which basically said she was right, he was wrong and he would accept her terms to have Rick move in and him vacate the room.

That morning while Rick was cleaning the counters and freshening up Othelia’s tea she asked him “Do you want to live here?” and he looked at her with a confused expression. “I mean” she continued “Is that something you would like to happen?”

And Rick’s quizzical look immediately turned to happiness. “Yes Master, very much so” and Othelia understood by his tone and term that he was very serious about it.

“Ok” she said looking at him to see his reaction “Lonny is going to give up his office for you”. And at that Rick started bopping and dancing around the kitchen like he was on The Soul Train. Othelia giggled as he gyrated and shimmied about throwing his hips around enough to make Shakira jealous.

“Well….” she kept on trying to bring him back from his celebration. “I’m going to need a lot of help with planning for this wedding. First things first, the proposal. I’ve decided I am going to propose on New Years Eve at the party.”

Rick became even more excited but at least stopped dancing. “That’s so exciting! Have you decided anything else? What can I help with?” he asked still breathing rapidly from the dancing.

“Well……… I was thinking I would tell him that he and I are going to do a BDSM session for our friends and I will mask him and then get on my knees and have him take off his mask and see me with the ring. But does that sound like a good or bad idea to you?” she asked a little worriedly.

“That sounds like the most perfect way ever OT. Very much in sync with who you are and your lifestyle. I’m just so happy for you two and, of course, me. Do you want me here just through the wedding or?” and his words trailed off.

“Indefinitely.” she asserted motioning for a to-go cup “please” she continued softly

She hoped everything would go well. She hoped Lonny wouldn’t protest her desire to have a demonstration and become insolent and contentious like he had last night. She hoped he would say yes. She didn’t even want to contemplate any what if’s. She just wanted to enjoy this new, wonderful adventure.

To be continued…..

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

2 thoughts on “under Her control – part 5 (FemDom fiction)”

    1. Thanks! I think they are much more fantasy than anything that could ever be reality. But I’m enjoying writing them and showing my full range of sexual fantasies and desires.

      Like always I’m all over the place: eclectic I guess. Lol

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