diptych: making him mine

He tells me in the morning, he is wearing his “sexy” undies. This spurs many naughty thoughts in my mind. Thoughts of dominating him. The feeling stays with me all day. My mind is blasted with visions of belts, cocks, him on all fours, floggers, spankings and more. So I leave for home from work with every intention of making him mine for the evening.

On my way home, I text him the orders of our evening.

Text 1: “Ok babe, I’m heading home. Your first task is to think about what it will be like to be my cock/my cunt. “

Text 2: “Your 2nd task is to make sure you drink something before you come home. I want you ready to piss, if I choose to have you do so for me.”

Text 3: “Your third task is to text me when you are “almost” home”

Sending him the texts made me excited. It made him aware that I was, in fact, going through with this. It also helped assert this idea within my own mind. No going back now. It was exciting to assert my dominance through a text. To have him do my bidding even miles away.

Once home, I shower and change into my own black outfit. Black lace bra and panties and black high heels. I await his text, putting my cell on silent, placing the rubber flogger at my side. I sit in one of our living room chairs, facing the door, waiting for him to enter. My stomach turning. I am no Domme. I am a sub, but tonight I will give this a try. I know he has fantasized about it, so I will give this a good try.

He enters the front door, my face breaks into a smile. I can’t Domme him. I am his sub. Looking at him makes me so happy. What Domme, smiles lovingly at her sub while she intends to dominate him? I tell him to come closer and after a few kisses, I tell him to remove his clothing so I can see his undies. I tell him to turn. I see him break into a smile away from me. Yes, it is apparent that being his Domme will be difficult. I can’t stop smiling, he can’t stop smiling. It seems to be turning into a little game now. I have to swallow my shyness and take control.

I bid him to remove the undies, and kneel before him, teasing his cock by my lips, telling him that I know he wants me to suck him, but I won’t. I ask him about drinking his water, he has brought proof home with him with the empty bottle. I tell him it was time he pissed for me.

We go into the bathroom and I ask him to piss for me. It proves a harder task for him to accomplish. Having me there makes his body forget how to piss. I wait for him. Tease him. Tell him he is lucky I don’t arouse him and insist he go while hard. He finally goes and I watch him piss for me.

It isn’t the act of pissing that turns me on. I do not get aroused by the sound or sight of the yellow fountain that escapes his body. It’s asking him to do so for me, with me there, that pleases me. Knowing I can ask him to do so, and as my sub he will.

I tell him to shower and make himself clean and to join me in the living room once done.

It takes just minutes before he is done and is back in the living room. And now I must prove myself worthy of this task. “Are you clean?” I ask him. He tells me he is. “I must see for myself. Get on all fours”.

I watch him as he gets down to his hands and knees. I move behind him. The sight of him on the floor, waiting to do what I desire is hot. He is physically so much larger than I am, even with him on his hands and knees.

I pry him apart, checking his asshole for cleanliness. It pleases me. I lick him. I tell him how I think his employees may lose respect for him if they saw him like this. I lick his balls up to his asshole.

As his sub, I know I can endure much pain. I enjoy it. I have noticed that he is not one who takes much pain. I had to do this slow. I test him. I pry his ass apart and bite his cheeks. He moans, but takes it beautifully. I am pleased. I bite down hard, harder than I have ever, and he takes it. I had no idea he would. This pleases me, so I stop.

Next comes the spankings. I have always been too shy to spank him, but tonight, I let him have it. I spank him hard. I do not hold back here. His flesh stings my hand as I sting his flesh. I want him red as he has made me. It feels good to let it go. To spank him to my heart’s content. To not hold back. The sound becomes sweet music. I get lost in it. Somehow, I know he will not ask me to stop. So I stop myself. It feels good though.

I want to fuck him. I want to fuck my cunt. I get behind him. I grab his hips as he has done to me. I ram my laced cunt into his backside. Over and over I pound into him. His moans become sweet music to my ears and I drive into him harder and faster. My panties flood in wetness as my cunt pulses. I am so turned on by this. I truly wish I could fuck him. That I could take him. Over and over I pound into him, lost in my wetness. I stop and he collapses to the floor. I have exhausted his inner thighs as he had to lower himself to be fucked by his much shorter Domme. I remind him that I have not asked him to get down, so back up he goes. I feel his cock and it drips of precum.

I take the rubber flogger and I run it’s strands over his body, his balls, his asshole. I flick him gently around the balls, but then I get harder on his ass. I use the flogger harshly on his ass. It’s tricky to use, you have to find the right stroke to make the most sting. I few times he moans and I think I have hit the right spot. This delights me to give him a light taste of a cropping.

Satisfied, I ask him to sit up on his knees, his legs spread. He looks at me. He looks different. His hair is disheveled. His eyes seem subdued. I see the sub in him. I am starting to feel the Domme in me.

His cock is limp. This will not do. I tell him to make it hard. To stroke it for me. I watch his cock grow hard in his hand. “You can’t very well fuck me with a limp cock can you?” He agrees.

As he strokes his cock I lean in and kiss it and his neck and shoulders. My lips perch near his ear and I tell him, “I can not dominate you, the way you do me. I can not dominate you with strength. I can not dominate you with pain. I can dominate you with humility. By simply asking you to do my bidding. This is my domination.”

I back away. Ask him to hold his hands behind his head. There he is before me. Cock hard between spread legs, hands behind his head. I ask him to make his cock “bob”. He pulls his muscles and his cock bounces for me. Over and over.

Not content, I tell him something is missing. I grab his belt and fold it over. I place it in his mouth to hold on to. Now he is a picture of perfect submission. His hands behind his head, his knees spread, his cock erect and a “leash” in his mouth. I watch in delight as he makes his cock bounce for me.

It’s time for his cock to be rewarded. I lick and suck him gently.

I stand before him and tell him that fucking him has made me wet. I tell him to remove my panties. I step out and allow him to feel my wetness. As his fingers make their way into my folds we both moan when my wetness is revealed. It feels as though this pleases him that I am wet. It certainly pleases me that making him mine has turned me on.

I press his face into my cunt. Even with me in heels and him on his knees, I am still to short. We don’t line up properly for a good pussy licking, but he can smell my arousal. I ask him if he would like to fuck me, he tells me he does. Not good enough. I tell him to beg. He does and I tell him he may fuck me.

I tell him the rules… He is to fuck me from behind.

He is not allowed to cum

When he gets close, he is to pull completely out and then ask me for permission to fuck me again.

At first, I direct him to fuck me slowly. It feels so good to feel him inside me. He fills me so nicely. And then I tell him he can go faster. It doesn’t take long for me to tell him to just fuck me and fuck me hard. After many good thrusts, I feel him pull out. And it turns me on sooo much. I am flooded with wetness again. To know that my pussy caused that much pleasure, that he had to pull out in order to maintain control, was a thought that drove me insane.

He asks me if he can fuck me again. I tell him he can wait. I tease him by sliding my wet cunt over his cock. I tell him to beg for it again. I hold his cock head in my opening and slide it in just a little, and slide him back out. Telling him to beg. In and out, teasing him. Finally, I give him what he wants and ram myself into him.

I tell him to fuck me again. He gives it to me good. I am waiting for that wonderful feeling again.. waiting for him to have to pull out. It’s an addiction now. I want to feel it. Want to feel his hard cock pull out of my wet softness. Imagine him exploding his seed all over my back because he can not control himself. When he does pull out, I grin and feel my cunt pulse in pleasure again. He asks for permission once more and I give it to him… He starts fucking me again. I tell him to ram it in deep and hold it there. I feel him bury himself deep within me. It feels good. Again I let him continue to fuck me, it feels so fucking good. It feels so fucking good to control his fuck. Again, I want to feel him pull out and when he does I can’t stand the pleasure any more.

I give him permission to fuck me once more, but this time he is allowed to cum, but he will have to ask for permission to cum. If I don’t give it to him, he will have to pull out again.

He plunges into me. I am determined to make him cum. I want him to go over that edge. When he asks for permission, I need to give it to him. One thrust. Two thrusts. Third thrust and he plunges into me and I feel his cock swell and pulse. I feel him cum deep inside me and as I get lost in the feel of him, I think to myself, I should have denied him the first asking to cum. I wonder if he would have accidentally blown his load?

Once finished I pull out from him. Ask him how he feels and then tell him I want to cum now and he is going to eat my pussy till I do. We take things into the bedroom, giving our bodies a break from the hard floor. I lay down, still in heels and lace bra, and tell him to eat my pussy. I tell him to lick me the only way he knows how in order to make me cum. Only he knows how to lick my pussy and make me cum. He’s the only man ever to do that so beautifully for me. I want to give him the gift of my orgasm that only his mouth can produce.

It feels incredible. He is the only man who truly knows how to eat my pussy. I come hard for him, for myself. It is perhaps one of the best orals I have felt from him, fro anyone, ever!

Together we lay in the bed, panting, smiling, embracing. Slowly I fade and became his girlfriend again. Slowly civilized words come to our lips once more and we began discussing the evening we just had…..

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