Even after I stopped worrying and fell in love with femdom, the specifics of our relationship with Oksana continued to embarrass me a little. While at home I gladly accepted whipping and selflessly licked what they were told, in public I wanted to avoid any indication of this. Outside the bedroom, we were just a couple, and that was fine with me.

For Oksana, the borders were much more blurred. She willingly shared the details of our love games with her friends. However, many of her friends, to my surprise (for some reason I thought it was a rarity), were also fond of female domination, so her stories met not embarrassment and laughter, but sympathetic attention. They were always ready to admire how many times Oksana had finished, or to give advice on how to make me suck on a strapon. But I didn’t really want to explain to friends that I don’t want to sit because yesterday I was flogged with a stack. And it is unlikely they had experience in this business that they could share with me.

One day, after a long walk, my friends and I ended up in a pizzeria. A little later, Oksana, who had business in the vicinity, came up there. We all sat very nicely, chatted and ate pizza. Oksana and I occasionally embraced and kissed, and I was a little excited. At some point we ran out of a stake, and I asked Oksana to bring us more - mainly because she was sitting on the edge. Oksana brought and, stooping, began to arrange plastic cups. Jeans on her sweet ass stretched so seductively that I, without a second thought, slapped her to feel her elasticity with my hand. My friends burst out laughing. Oksana smiled and said nothing to me. When she sat down, we continued to kiss.

The most interesting thing, it never even occurred to me that something was wrong until we returned home. Locking the door, I turned around - and got a slap in the face.

- On your knees now! - full of fury voice said Oksana, in the eyes turning into my terrible lady.

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At that time, when Oksana for the first time solemnly poured me out not as a punishment, but for her and my pleasure, in the process she got excited so much that she finished almost from my very first touch. Catching her breath, she immediately established a new rule - that a spanking was laid before any sex. Unlike language, a member cannot lie: after finishing with her, I have unmistakably confirmed my submission to her decision. So the spanking finally turned from punishment into entertainment (although for me it was somewhat extreme). Now, when Oksana was angry, I never knew in advance exactly what she would do to me. Her fantasy has always been richer than mine.

Having ordered me to undress, Oksana left the room. I was worried, but Oksana returned in a couple of minutes, completely naked, except for high-heeled sandals. Wearing them, she even more towered over me, kneeling at attention. She had a dildo in her hand - apparently, we forgot in the bathroom.

Oksana stood over me, her hands on her hips. I just glanced at this dazzling beauty and lowered my glance guiltily. But there were her legs. I wanted to fall to the floor and start covering them with kisses, but I was keenly aware that the initiative in this case would not add me points. Oksana gave me a dildo and I looked at her blankly.

- Take it and start to fuck. She calmly explained. Seeing that I did not understand, she cheered up and added. - Yourself, of course!

I carefully took the dildo. There was no grease on it. After hesitating for a moment, I still ventured and asked, looking at the floor:

“May I smear him before that ... my lady?”

Never before have I called Oksana like this and did it on a whim. From her face I saw that the idea turned out to be more successful than ever. Oksana paused and strictly replied:

- Can.

I jumped up and rushed for grease.

...Oksana was sitting in a chair, and I was on all fours on the floor. More precisely, I had only three points of support, because with one hand I had to fuck myself in the ass.

“I was planning to fuck you today,” Oksana said ironically, “but after your trick in the pizzeria, I decided that this macho is probably not to the person ... Deeper, deeper! That's it ... Not to face someone to fuck him. Such a cool guy should do it himself! And I, a fragile girl, can only look and admire ...

The times have already passed when I avoided anal penetration, and Oksana and I have accumulated considerable experience in this matter, so it didn’t hurt me, it was even a little pleasant, but it was very uncomfortable. Anal sex is one thing when Oksana's strong hips are wrapped around mine, her elastic tits are pressed against my back, and the movements of a strap-on in my ass are accompanied by kisses on my neck and gentle words that she whispers in my ear. And it's completely different - to fuck yourself, while the main source of pleasure sits a few meters away from me and gets angry.

However, soon Oksana stretched her legs and hope dawned in front of me. I realized that what she had seen excited her, and that means she would soon forgive me - and continued the self-torture session with double the effort. I boldly caught Oksana’s gaze, and then began to defiantly examine her. My cock, feeling my determination, finally straightened up. Oksana tried to hide her excitement and still look harsh, but her chest, trembling from intermittent breathing, finally dispelled my doubts. Looking into her eyes again, I lustfully licked my lips, and Oksana's nerves could not stand it.

- Crawl here! She commanded angrily and excitedly. I obeyed. - Kiss me shoes!

Forgiveness was near and I was not going to retreat. Carefully putting the dildo aside (and expecting her to tell me to bring him back, but she did not pay attention to it), I resolutely sank down and began to lick, making no visible differences between the legs and the shoes. I did it very hard and, in a few minutes, when she ordered a heel to be taken in her mouth, her voice was already so honeyed that I understood that the incident would be settled on this.

- Get up. - Oksana ordered, took my hand and led me into the bedroom to make love. When she pushed me onto the bed, I stretched my arms to her, but she dodged and headed for the closet with the devices.

- First a whipping, you have not forgotten? - Her voice came from there. I really forgot, but very soon I had to remember ...

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“You were so cute in the living room!” - Oksana giggled, already familiar movements tying me to the bed face up after whipping. “Such a ... defenseless.” I just wanted to eat you! Perhaps, with this I will begin now!

Reaching out like a cat, Oksana took my dick in her mouth and began to suck it - a rare and valuable encouragement. Apparently, I have redeemed my fault with interest. I relaxed, anticipating the evening full of pleasures, when I felt ... Oh, damn!

I realized that I’m finishing Oksana’s mouth without permission. Her surprised look met my anxious a moment before she understood it too. I had already managed to imagine in horror what would happen if sperm gets on her face or, worse, on her hair, but this did not happen. Oksana did not release the member from her mouth until my orgasm was over, gently swallowed the sperm and slowly licked her lips. I felt completely uncomfortable.

“I hope it was worth it.” - deceptively softly said after a short pause. “Because you just finished the new punishment.”

I groaned softly.