The Lithuanian Witch and Miami Beach
Copyright© 2026 by Asmodeus_de_Valle
Chapter 6: The Ritual
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Ritual - A Femdom story with a touch of mystery set in Miami
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Heterosexual BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Foot Fetish Public Sex
We spent about another hour at the beach, after which we packed our things, returned to the car, and drove back to the noisy city. The drive back went quite quickly, and I parked in the exact same spot where I had waited for her this morning. We grabbed the bags from the trunk and went up to her floor. As soon as the apartment door closed behind our backs, Irina kicked off her shoes and turned to face me.
“As we agreed this morning, you have to pay for dinner. That’ll be 200 dollars.”
I was already reaching for my wallet when the girl told me that I had to get on my knees.
“What’s that for?” I asked in surprise.
“Why do you always have to make a fuss? It’s no trouble for you to do it, so let me enjoy it a little, and I’ll reward you for it later.”
I shrugged, dropped to my knees, and pulled out a couple of bills.
“Kiss my feet, call me a goddess, and ask me to accept your offering.”
I didn’t argue this time. I silently leaned down and kissed her foot, then held up my hands with the bills.
“Oh great goddess Ereyna, giver of peace, accept this offering from a mere mortal who bows before you, begging for divine grace.”
The ancient Greek goddess stroked my head and took the money.
“You’ll present gifts in this exact posture. And you need to give them regularly, so stop throwing tantrums. Now raise your head.”
I straightened my back a bit and tilted my head up. The girl, after stroking my cheek, cupped my lower jaw and pressed on my cheekbones. I mechanically parted my lips, and Irina spat directly into my mouth.
“You’re my bitch, and if I want to sit on your face, your only concern should be satisfying my sexual needs, not whether some random people might see it. If you want to be with me and fuck my ass, you have to understand this. For now, go take a shower while I heat up dinner and take it to the bedroom.”
The girl released my jaw and went to the kitchen, while I got up from the floor and headed to the bathroom, where I undressed, folded my clothes neatly, and got into the tub. The hot streams of the shower instantly washed away the salty crust of ocean salt, the remnants of sand, and the fatigue of the road from my neck and shoulders. Feeling that I was in for a good time tonight, I felt a strong wave of anxiety—it had happened to me more than once that I caused a partner discomfort due to the size of my phallus, and I really didn’t want that to happen with Irina.
Turning off the faucet, I took a few deep breaths, dried myself with a towel, wrapped it around my waist, left the bathroom, and headed to the bedroom. It greeted me with the light of several candles.
My eyes widened in shock—the windows were so tightly covered with curtains that daylight didn’t break through at all, even though it was only five o’clock. The rug had been removed, the bed pushed right against the wall, and on the floor between it and the door, a circle of candles was set up. The candles crowned the points of a polygonal star, which was part of a strange pattern drawn with a marker on the floor. Irina, completely naked, was kneeling with her legs between two candles. Next to her was a disposable container, a fork, and a partially filled glass. On my side was the exact same container and a fully filled glass. Besides the candles in the circle, there was an aromatic candle on the dresser, filling the room with a distinct, pleasant scent.
“Why are you freezing up?” the girl asked, seeing my surprise. “Come in, close the door, take off that towel, and proceed to communion.”
“To communion...”
“To dinner.”
I hesitantly stepped inside and closed the door. The situation I found myself in confused me, but I didn’t argue. Tossing the towel onto the bed, I dropped to my knees. Irina immediately picked up her glass and held it out to me.
I took mine, and we clinked them together.
“In one gulp,” the girl said, and was the first to drain her glass, demonstratively turning it upside down.
The strong drink scorched my throat again and hit my head instantly. The intoxication heightened my arousal, and setting the glass aside, I noticed that in the candlelight, Irina looked absolutely fantastic—the flames reflected off her smooth skin, outlining the curves of her hips and breasts, while her blonde hair created the impression that she was emitting light.
“You really are a goddess,” I said in awe.
“You’re only noticing that now?”
With those words, we began our meal. Without taking my eyes off the girl, I opened my container. The aroma of baked fish and spices instantly whetted my appetite, working alongside the strong drink that spread warmth through my body. I carefully took a piece with my fingers, feeling the atmosphere becoming even more saturated. The flickering candles on the floor, the strange pattern under our knees, and our complete nakedness created the feeling that we were conducting a secret, mystical ritual.
When we finished and set the containers aside, Irina asked me to hold out my hands to her. When I did, she wrapped her hands around my wrists, bowed her head, and began whispering something. The sounds she uttered sounded like gibberish, but with every word, I felt my consciousness growing cloudier. The heart in my chest pounded like crazy, and the warmth from the alcohol and the remnants of the sunny day turned into a strange, heavy sensation in my temples. All surrounding sounds—the crackling candles, the noise outside the window—dissolved into her spellbinding, rhythmic whisper.
I tried to move or break contact, but her fingers held my wrists with astonishing strength. The dimmed light of the candles flickered faster, casting long, twisted shadows onto the walls. The lines drawn with a marker on the floor seemed to begin pulsing faintly, merging into a continuous, glowing lace.
Suddenly, all the candles in the circle went out, and Irina went silent. Without letting go of my hands, she slowly raised her head. Her eyes glistened red, and her broad smile looked either sinister or lustful. Casting a piercing gaze over me, she leaned forward and reached for me. Her head touched my torso, and a moment later, the head of my dick was engulfed by her lips.
I threw my head back, feeling Irina take my dick into her mouth. Without any ceremony, she swallowed it whole in just a few seconds, after which she slowly raised her head, leaving only the glans in her mouth. Intensively caressing it with her tongue, she slid one of her palms under my ass and squeezed it with such force that I felt pain.
When the girl began swallowing my dick again, I groaned once more, and leaning my hands on the floor, leaned my back slightly. Irina, moving her head up and down, gradually picked up the pace. With her every movement, I felt a pleasure that made my abdominal muscles involuntarily contract, while hot, sweet impulses ran down my spine. The narrow, wet depth of her throat engulfed me completely, rapidly bringing me to orgasm.
A moment before release, I let out a loud groan, and Irina, feeling the approach of ejaculation, pressed herself against my crotch. While she continued caressing me with her tongue, I began cumming straight into her throat. She greedily took all of my semen and released my dick from her mouth only when it had gone completely limp.