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Cinema Paradiso: Femdom Fiction

Phil relaxed into the sofa, his glass of prosecco looking inviting in his hand. His wife Louise sat beside him on the plush leather two-seater. Across the living room Eve and her partner Mark had seated themselves in the accompanying sofa, the flutes of prosecco perched in their hands.  

The evening had been Louise’s idea. In their earlier days she had loved sitting in towards the end of the week for what she called a cinema evening. She had recently revived the idea for the streaming era, and he had indulged her. It was after all a small trade-off for his being away most of the week, and for his various indiscretions if the truth was known. This Friday evening she had decided to invite over her new friend Eve and her partner. Phil hadn’t met them before and, once the requisite introductions had been made, the couples had retired to the living room for a drink and some light finger food.  

Louise, in her usual strident manner, had been adamant that not too much should be drank at this stage as it would dull the impact of the movie. She had explained to him that Eve and Mark were big film buffs as well and the idea was right up their alley. For his part, Phil would have liked to barge right into the drink. He had found Eve slightly interesting, though quite prim and altogether proper. Although he had to admit there was an unsettling quality about her, as if there was something more to her that was not readily apparent.  

In any case, he found the couple slightly boring, and the small talk had been just that, small. In his own mind he conjured up a range of other activities he would have happily engaged in on this Friday evening, none of which involved Louise or the sedate domesticity of this living room.  

Louise now stood up and went to the large corner flatscreen. She turned to face the putative audience. “My choice of movie this evening has been, as per tradition, a secret up to now,” she said, with a bit of a giggle. “However, I think you are all going to enjoy it immensely. It will be, I assure you, very titillating and not for those who blush easily. 

“I’m reverting this evening to a DVD disk, instead of streaming.” 

With that she took hold of the remote and returned to the sofa. The screen flickered into life. Phil feigned anticipation, but his mind was elsewhere.  The low whir of the DVD hummed into action and an image appeared on the screen. Instantly, Phil stared transfixed, his gaze frozen on the screen. He was looking at himself, lying in bed. He was naked. A woman appeared at the side of the bed, dressed in a satin dressing robe.

On the screen he leaned across and pulled at belt of the robe, easily undoing it.  She slipped off the robe, displaying her naked form, her large breasts prominent.  He took her hand and pulled her onto the bed. She sat astride him, mounted him, and started to ride him.  Phil’s mouth had gone dry. He dared a glance at Louise who had an enigmatic smile on her face. What the fuck is going on, he thought.  From what seemed far away he heard Eve chuckle.

“My, my Louise, hasn’t Phil been a naughty boy!?” 

On the screen the girl continued to gyrate atop Phil. He remembered the night well. It had been two weeks ago, on a business trip. He had met her in a recommended pick-up bar after the conference.  

He turned to Louise. “What is going on. I can explain this. Please turn it off.” 

Louise turned to him, and her eyes seemed to bore into him.

“Shut up you bitch,” she snarled.  His jaw dropped. He could hardly believe any of this.  

“Oh my,” interjected Eve. “Phil look at what you have made Mark do.” 

Phil looked over. Eve’s partner had started to masturbate on the sofa.  Phil felt that reality had fractured and ruptured. He wondered if a good splash of cold water on his face might wake him, and restore order to the world. He looked at Eve and Louise. Both smiled mischievously, he thought. Louise and Eve both stood in unison.  

“Stand up you bitch,” ordered Louise. As if in a trance, Phil felt himself getting up.  

“I can explain,” he stammered and then he felt a sharp slap across his face.  

Louise stood back. “You pathetic bitch. You fell right into our honey trap. You see I know you’ve been fucking around for ages now. Going to your business meetings and conferences and fucking any little harlot you can get.  

“Well from here on things are changing. You see, Mistress Eve has taken me under her wing and has been training me in female dominance. From now on you are going to be my test case, my slut and whore.” 

Eve stepped forward. “Excellent darling,” she said to Louise. “A great statement of intent.” 

Phil noticed she had a satin belt in her hand. He realised it was the same one the girl in the hotel bedroom had been wearing on her robe.  Eve stood in front of him and placed the robe around his neck, tying it into a leash.  

“I thought this touch was most fitting,” she said to Louise who nodded her assent.  She tugged on the makeshift leash.  

“Listen,” said Phil. “No, you listen,” snarled Eve. “You are going to do exactly as you are told to atone for your transgressions. Your life changes now.” 

With that she tugged the leash, leading Phil like a dog to where Mark still sat, stroking his cock on the sofa.  

“Get on your knees,” Eve ordered.  

Phil knelt, Mark looming over him, his large totemic phallus glistening in the light. He felt Louise taking up position behind him, placing her arms on his shoulder. “Now darling,” she spoke into his ear. “Lick Mark’s cock.” 

“Hang on,” Phil remonstrated. “Shut up you bitch,” snarled Eve. “Do as your wife tells you.” 

As if in an out of body experience Phil felt Eve tug on the belt. Mark’s cock now occupied his vision. Both women applied more pressure. He now smelt Mark’s scent. He moved his tongue out in exploratory fashion. Goosebumps erupted on him as it made contact with Mark’s bare flesh.  

“Lick it bitch husband,” ordered Louise. 

He started to lick the shaft, his tongue moving slowly up and down, taking measure of the large circumference.  

“His balls as well,” said Eve.  

His tongue ferreted out Mark’s voluminous balls, the sensation again causing another shudder across his body.  

“Now up the shaft again, darling husband.” 

He moved back up, repeating the up and down tongue motion.  

“Now suck it you slut,” ordered Eve.  

He started, but felt pressure of the two women, and the aroma of Mark. He felt strangely intoxicated as his tongue found Mark’s head and his lips slowly cupped around its large circumference. 

“Suck it,” Louise shouted.  

He started the motion, his tongue sloshing around Mark’s cock as it filled his mouth and his being.  He slowly found a rhythm. He could hear the two women laughing from what seemed like miles away.  The taste of Mark enveloped him, the salty tang of precum, and nothing else seemed to exist in the world.  Suddenly he felt a sudden tug on his hair.  

Eve pulled him off. “Well now you took to that perhaps too well,” she observed. 

“We don’t want Mark getting too excited, do we, at least not before he has his way with your wife.” 

She pulled Phil back and he could now see Louise. She was naked. She stepped forward and sat on Mark, positioning herself as his cock found its purchase in her.  Phil knelt helpless as he watched his wife slowly begin riding Mark. He could not avert his gaze, staring as if in a hypnotic state as his wife fucked another man in front of him 

“Well now, let’s enjoy the show, shall we cuck husband Phil,” chuckled Eve.  

“Louise, do you think we should make a film for the next cinema evening?!!”

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