The Dominant Woman

She was young, just out of school and beyond her years. Already she was well ahead of most and steadily pursuing her career. She had written a play and seen it performed several times, even taking it to Manhattan where it had a short run. She had several plays in the works and worked for a theater company.

I met her under stange circumstances. I was perfecting my massage technique and needed a guinea pig. Massage is something I aspire to as a submissive, studying it in preparation for serving the one dominant woman I commit myself too helps until I find her. She seemed pleased with my offer and I made plans for that weekend.

Her body was tall and better built than most women. She was attractive though exotic looking, possessing features you are more likely to see in a Raphael. With my back turn she stripped down and covered herself. Leisurely oiling my hands I admired her body. Her bedroom was cozy, plastered with art reproductions, old fashioned advertisements while her music collection was full of bands I had never heard of. I felt a sense of serenity from her and slowly began lathering her bare back. I thought of nothing but the moment- slowly working the lotion into her pores and feeling her body relent under my touch.
I know the power touch can convey and pride myself in my touch. It can be wonderful to see the reaction from someone that appreciates such attention.
I undercovered her breasts, covered only by a sheet. Her nipples were wide and round. With a careful finger dipped in lotion I swirled around her growing nipple. She purred.
I unveiled her further. Her panties were modest, the kind a woman wears around the homes; thick, cotton, yet I can't ignore how they add to her beauty. Her thighs are full and smooth though I see the press of pubic hair against the material. It was obvious she was full and natural, making me yearn to reveal that side of her yet I dare not.
Her body was open to me and she made no move to stop my explorations. Carefully...so carefully I placed my open mouth against her nipples. Instantly a sigh came from her lips and I began to tease. My tongue flicked at her hardened nipple, teasing. She skin was indescribably warm and pearly smooth.
My hands were slick with lotion and I soothed it into her belly, her breasts her thighs.
We didn't kiss but she directed me further down. Understanding her need, I skinned her panties down her long legs. The scent of her sex filled my breath and I twitched in anticipation. I wore only my boxer briefs yet naked there was no doubt who was in control.
Her pubic hair was light and thick, tickling my lips as I placed several deep kisses on her opening. She was moist and warm and I felt in bliss.
I lost myself in her, teasing her lips, kissing, licking, listening to her fevered breaths. I devoted all my attention to her body. All I cared for at the moment was pleasing her. Her body was incredibly hot and I tasted her juices as they increased, drenching my chin and slipping down my throat.
She peaked as I clung to her body, my palms gripping her full bottom. As she descended from her second climax, she patted me on the head to slow me down. With a hand on my bare shoulder she bade me to stop and lay beside her.
I was aroused though made no sign of it. Though she had made no sign of her inclinations, I was slowly turning to subspace and wanted to savor the moment. We kissed briefly and forced me deeper as she suggested I leave. She was breathing heavily, her naked body beautiful in the dimmed light.
Crawling over her, I meekly found my clothes and dressed. Returning home I was filled with fantasy. I was used. Used and sent home with no regard to my own needs. I was a happy man.

I enjoyed her company and wanted to see her again, even platonically. The next weekend we met and spent the evening playing in her oversized bathtub. Sitting me on the edge, she took me in her mouth and stroked my length to bring me to an explosive release. Afterwards we made love, our skin heated from the water, our fingers fresh and pruny.

She was unlike most women, confident and strong. She was highly intelligent and made it known each time we talked. There was an feeling about her that touched my nature. She drew out my submission yet I hesitated to tell her. I was ashamed.

The next time we met she was relentless. She took orgasm after orgasm from me and climbed on top to hold my wrists to the mattress. My eyes widened in fear. Did she know?

"Don't," I begged. "You shouldn't..."
"Why?" She was teasing, playing along with me.
"Really, you don't know..."
"Don't know what?" He bare thighs stroked my body. I felt my cock jerk.
"I'm submissive." I winced my eyes, afraid of her reaction.
I could feel her smile behind my closed eyes. Her lips were inches from me. "I know. I'm dominant." She spoke in a whisper.

She had seen it and there was nothing else I could do.

It was out now and she was bolder. She straddled my face and forced my lips to her crotch. Her hairiness made her seem that much more powerful. My ignored cock struggled for attention. She rode my face to another orgasm before laying on her back.
I entered her body and it was wonderful; soft, warm and giving. Her fingers gripped the flank of my ass while her eyes held mine. "Don't come," she warned. "Not until I say so."

I had entered her many times before. Together we were adept lovers but everything had changed. She had intruded onto one of my fantasies, one even I could not admit to myself. I wanted to beg, to ask for permission. My cock needed release, I needed the emotional climax an orgasm would bring. I looked down at her, growing more excited at the sight. She was even more passionate. I had been reduced to nothing more than a masturbatory aid for her. She was using me to get off.

Later, seemingly endless minutes later I was naked on all fours. She stroked the backs of my thighs as one would a championship animal. She slapped the rump of my ass, hard but playfully, testing my strength. I huffed more from need that pain.
She spread my cheeks and I felt the color rush to my face. I silently hoped she would stay away from there. Instead she reached further down to appraise my testicles like fruit. Her hand clenched me gently but enough to cause a reaction. I twisted back and forth, instinctively protecting that which is most precious to all men.
I can't remember her words but her tone is clear. She goaded and teased, warning me and chastising me at the same time.
Her hand stroked up and down my needy shaft and I moaned with no control. It was a shameful position, being milked like an animal. I felt degraded, yet I thrilled to it. My cock lurched from her touch.
Soon, too soon, I came. She scolded me as the warm liquid spilled out my heavy shaft. It was heaven. Her hand hand continued to pump me even as she criticized me for my lack of control.