#dominant male
She was so embarrassed the first time I put a collar and leash on her. She had only agreed to do it because… well, I was paying her. Paying her very well, in fact, to model for some “artistic” nude photos. She was a summer intern at the same company where I was a very junior engineer, and she had spent the entire summer bitching about the pittance interns were paid, and how she would never manage to cover her tuition for the next semester.
When the internship was over, and we were no longer covered by those pesky workplace relationship policies… well, I sent her a link to my online body of work– carefully selected from my more legitimate commissions– and an invitation to make far more money than she had ever expected to make for a workweek worth of work.
Oh, I made all sorts of promises. I wouldn’t show her face. There would be nothing truly “racy” going on. Entirely aboveboard, even classy. And at first it was. But then the poses got racier. And then I started to show more of her face. And then the costumes got kinkier. And then she found herself kneeling on a soft pad, fear and humiliation in her face as she looked back at me, wondering just how she had found herself in this situation.
I captured her in that moment, in more ways than one… and then I let her go.
I took off the leash, took off the collar, curtly handed her the envelope of cash for the night, and then bid her a professional farewell.
Later that night I got a text, very polite.
Sorry I didnt notice earlier, u payed too much.
I smiled to myself. I think I paid just enough. And the picture, low-res from my phone.
Oh.A delay. Minutes long. I waited. U said no face pics.
I’m sorry. A slight pause. You just looked so sweet, I couldn’t resist. And I made it worth your while, didn’t I?
She didn’t reply, but the next night she showed up at my place as usual. She undressed without comment for me, and dressed in the clothes I had laid out for her– nothing too bad, a little black dress that would look so sexy coming off.
Then she hesitated, looking at me with those limpid eyes of her.
“Is this it?”
I glanced up at her, from where I had been busying myself with my camera and lights, pretending to ignore her. Inside, I was triumphant.
“What do you mean?”
She hesitated, and spread her hands. “No, uh… props?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Well, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but if you’re willing, then I did have a few scenes in mind.”
She nodded, and I lead her over to my specialdrawer. She was visibly taken aback by my assortment of toys and props, but soon I had her naked, and collared, and kneeling for me.
As I snapped away, posing her in increasingly explicit ways, I began to get aroused. And I caught her eyes sliding to my cock, fixating on it as if trying to stare through my pants. I made a show of trying to discreetly adjust myself. Smiling apologetically when I “got caught.”
Slowly, I worked her into more explicit positions, mixing in some more of my fixtures. Ending up with her bound to one of my favorites, an upright metal pole with d-rings for attaching her collar and a pair of cuffs that left her bend over, mouth and pussy at equally convenient heights.
It was then that I touched her for the first time, stroking her hair in between shots.
“I love having a woman like this. So open and vulnerable. It makes for a very affecting shot.”
She didn’t shrink from my touch, but I saw the trepidation in her eyes. And I wanted more. So I set my camera to the side, and watched as the trepidation turned suddenly to fear.
“What time is it, anyway?” She asked, trying to seem casual. “I should probably be getting home soon.”
I laughed. “You know, I don’t think I want to let you go home tonight. I can think of better things to do with you than that.”
I stepped behind her, and slid a finger into her. “Can’t you?”
She gasped, and now she did shrink away from me. Not that it was all that effective.”
“No! I didn’t agree to that!” I started to thrust my finger in and out of her, joining it with several others.
“I know you didn’t.”
“Please!” I slapped her ass, eliciting a pained gasp.
“Hush. Or I’ll find something to shut you up.” She moaned in reply, though whether in fear or arousal I couldn’t tell. “That’s better.”
She began to move on my fingers, and I smiled. The pulled them out and slapped her ass again.
“That’s much better. Now tell me. Do you want to suck me off before I fuck you?”
She gave a little sob. “Please! I’m gay!”
I laughed and slid my fingers inside her again. “Bullshit. You’re a little submissive slut for whoever wants it. Choose fast, or I choose for you.”
She hesitated, jerking involuntarily a few times.
“Please, don’t make me suck you.”
I smiled. “Oh, there’s no chance of that. The choice is whether you suck me now, before I pound your little pussy. Or later.”
“Oh god–” another gasp, spasming on my fingers. “Please. Let me suck you first.”
“An excellent choice.” I stepped around in front of her, trailing my hand up her back to the base of her skull, enjoying the little frisson of fear that went through her spine as she tried to shrink from my grasp.
Her hair was soft on my hand, but her mouth, dropping open easily, submissively for me was softer. I slipped my thumb inside, letting her nurse on it for a moment before I pulled it out with a popof her full lips to unzip my jeans and fish myself from my briefs.
Her lips stretched obscenely, reluctantly around me as I slid into her mouth. Her big brown eyes flickered closed, before a twist of the hair at the nape of her neck caused them to flash open again, dripping tears.
I gently stroked the side of her head with my free hand, giving a teasing caress to her ear.
“Do a good job and maybe I’ll finish quickly. You can spare your pussy for the night that way.”
Now she started to participate, eyes showing nothing but humiliation and a sort of appalled worship. She bobbed her head as well as she could bound to the pole, and started to work her tongue over me as I thrust. She moaned what sounded like encouragement, and I took her deeper and deeper, appreciating the sloppy sounds she made.
Maybe I would finish in her mouth tonight.
And then make me suck her to full hardness again for her pussy.
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Reaching into the darkness to find a feminine demon with whom to dance. No matter how strong, she shall submit. We will battle until she breaks. My desires inevitably served.
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“Watch and learn, buddy,” My former high school bully, Jordan said to me as we watched my wife strip down in front of us.
With Jordan and I both standing and facing my wife, Jordan placed one finger on my chest and pushed me into the chair behind me. I fell on my ass as the cocky bastard got close enough to my girl that his wet lips almost touched hers. His thick finger was tracing the outline of my wife’s pussy. She was so wet for him that I caught something trickling down from the pussy that no on else but be had ever been.
Jordan placed his big hand on top of my wife’s hand and motioned for her to kneel before him. The arrogant fucker turned head towards me and smirked as my wife eagerly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his boxer briefs. My high school bully’s thick dick burst out of his shorts the second my wife yanked them down. Fuck, on top of everything, this asshole had a big cock, to boot. There was just no beating this guy.
My high school bully was about to stick his fat cock into my girl, in my bed, in my house, right in front of me. Here we were, the moment I was dreading…the moment I was waiting for.
And that’s when Jordan told me to leave the room and give him and my girl some privacy.
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I sense you enter the room. I’m at the kitchen table eating and my head turns as you approach. I’ve been horny all day and seeing you waltz in silences one need while replacing it with another. Decision made, I stand up and stride across the room to you. A questioning look comes up on your face but no words need to be spoken.
Without breaking a step, I pick you up in my arms, carry you a few more paces and press you up against the wall. You give a surprised gasp as my mouth finds yours and my hands find your breasts. Groping, squeezing, twisting, pulling. Your buttons go flying as I rip open your shirt. Your legs wrap around me as I grind my hardness into you. I take a second to drink you in. Hair disheveled, glasses askew, luscious breasts heaving with wanton lust.
Then I dive into you. My mouth trails kisses and nibbles from the side of your lips, across your cheek, down the nape of your neck and settles somewhere slightly north of your collarbone.
I hear appreciative murmurs and giggles as my teeth and lips play tug of war with your skin. My hands are busy as well. I haven’t taken off your bra yet, it’s been too much fun having my way with your bountiful chest. My hands alternate between palming and squeezing. I pull on your nipples through the fabric and you let out a moan from beneath a tousled mane of hair. That’s when I lift you off the wall, tug your body up to get you to unlock your legs from around me, and flip you around and press your face first against the wall. As I nuzzle into your neck, the first words you hear from me rumble from deep within my chest.
“I need to be inside you” I growl.
I pull up your skirt with my hands…I feel you shiver in anticipation…
SLAP
I rub my hand in a slow circle, on the red palm print.
SLAP
I hear you gasp in pleasure.
SLAP
“Mmmm” You moan.
“Who owns you?” I demand, in a firm voice.
SLAP
I trail one of my hands up your back, as your ribcage expands and contracts rapidly. My fingertips glide along the curve of your spine. Once I get to the nape of your neck, I gather your hair in my hand. I yank back and you give a surprised yelp of pain.
SLAP
SLAP
I lean in close, rasping into your ear “It looks like I have to remind you.”
My zipper comes down, shortly followed by my pants. As you hear them tumble at my feet you feel my throbbing cock slide between your rosy red cheeks. I bend my head down and start kissing your neck, as I saw my cock in and out of your buttcheeks. Our sweat is mixing together and both of us are panting like animals in heat. I grab my cock, push it down and start running it through the grooves of your pussy lips. Your juices coat my cock as I let go of your hair and place that hand on the wall next to your head. Your forehead touches the wall the same time you feel my head slip in.
Slowly it eases in.
Then out again, as you sigh.
Once more, a little deeper, then out.
That sigh turns into a sigh of frustration as you feel it leave your walls for the second time.
SLAP
As you reel from the shock of getting slapped, I ram my cock in. No warning steals the breath out of your throat. You go up on your toes then slide back to your heels as I pull out almost completely out of you.
SLAP
Starting with short, powerful thrusts, I start building a rhythm with you.
“Have you been a naughty girl?” I murmur, as my hips power forward and back.
SLAP
“You ready to get teased, slut?” I growl.
I slow, and then stop my rhythm. You realize what I meant about teasing as I pull out. I lean in close to your ear again, my hot breath blowing over your earlobe as our bodies are pressed against each other.
“You have been a naughty girl. Naughty girls only get to orgasm after they have been punished. You can’t cream until I let you” I pant hoarsely, as I continue to pound into your gushing pussy.
“Unh” is all you can respond with as I slide my meat back into you.
These are slow, long thrusts. The kind that have the paintings on the wall shaking, paint chips flaking off the walls in concert with our fucking. I spread your arms out against the wall as I take you this way. Your head hangs down and your glasses are dangling off your ears.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Four loud, hard smacks to your butt.
Your glasses fall to the floor. You moan out loud, I slam back into you. This time I press you as tight as I can against the wall and wrap my arms around you. I start sawing my cock in and out, quick thrusts. One long pull out, then deep drill in. Then I stand back and walk back two steps as you collapse to the ground, ass up in the air. You’re groggy, dazed and horny out of your mind. I yank up on your hair as I slap you again.
“You. dirty. bitch.” I bark.
Each word is a slap.
“I own you. I’m going to use all of your holes for my pleasure.” The words, intense with passion, flow out of my mouth like lava spewing from a volcano.
I let go of your hair as your head drops forward. I use that hand to jam two fingers into your cunt. I start corkscrewing them in and out of your pussy as the slaps rain down.
One cheek, then the other.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
I feel your pussy leaking, I can hear your moans, see you quivering so I know you are close. I slide my fingers out.
“If you want my cock, then clean my fingers.” I grumble, as I present them to your mouth.
“Yes sir!” you quickly reply.
As you clean them I position myself behind you. I let my heavy meat fall on your butt. I drag it back with my hips, our bodies are so sweaty that it makes a line drip back. I let it fall down to your pussy lips, the thick mushroom head starts to spear your inner cavern. I grunt as I slide into you. I grab your shoulders and starting a steady, heavy pounding. You start moaning again, and as I admire your beautiful body my eyes travel down to that marvelous ass of yours. My hands, of their own accord, slide to your hips. No more teasing now. We both need it. Like two animals we just start fucking without abandon.
“Fuck my little wet pussy!” you scream, as the passion builds.
All that echoes in the room are the sounds of flesh, grunting and moaning.
“Yes. That’s what I want, that tight little wet pussy.” I pant.
SLAP
“Give it to me.” you moan.
Our tempo picks up. You start moaning at a higher pitch as I feel the cum boiling in my balls. Your pussy muscles go into velvety contractions around my cock. As I feel your liquid cream coat my cock, my mushroom head erupts. I bellow out to the world as I unload into you.Your ass presses back to accept all my seed as we both are heaving.
Once we both catch our breath, you collapse to the ground. I struggle at first, but get up to my feet on shaky legs. I lean down, and grab a fistful of your hair.
“We’re not even close to done, whore. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.” I bellow, as I start to drag you by your hair, towards the bedroom.
The night is just getting started.
I flip you over and spread your legs, leaning my body over yours. My arms rest at either side of your head. My stiff cock lays between your thighs, taunting your exposed pussy.
“Mmm, should I put it in?” I whisper teasingly with a bite of my lip.
“Yes please,” you reply.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I grin.
“Yes, daddy. I’m sure.” Your eyes look up at me with a pleading desire.
Your use of the honorific title brings a smile to my face. It stirs a feeling of pride within me. I smile excitedly at you, thinking about how lucky I am to have someone who looks upon me with such reverence. While looking down at you, I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. You can feel my tip graze between your sensitive lips.
“You let daddy know when you need to cum, okay? Don’t forget to ask permission.”
You quickly nod your head up and down. Your eyes are sure not to leave the sight of my throbbing penis which is preparing to slide into your body. I grind against you gently, allowing my tip to reach toward your clit. Then, I bring it back down to your entryway. You can’t help but to get the sense that I am thoroughly enjoying taunting you with it.
Suddenly, my weight leans down and in. The edge of my tip almost begins its descent into you. I release the base of my cock and resume my hand’s place beside your head. This causes a shift forward in my weight. My hips ease onward, sending my fully erect penis into you. Your walls spread in acceptance of my cock. You can feel the veins traversing your insides. It evokes a set of gentle moans from your lips as I groan enjoyably.
I press deeper, deeper, deeper until my hips meet yours. The full length of my shaft is completely enveloped by your pussy. Then, I pull back, bringing my tip toward your opening. You feel the pain and tension preparing to ease as I reel myself back. For a moment, you think I am going to pull out.
But then, I thrust forward, tearing my dick toward your cervix. My cock quickly finds itself lodged in the back of your pussy. You whimper in response as I hook my lower torso, reaching my hard, pulsating cock deep into your gut. I hold myself there, clearly enjoying the mess of moans that you let out. Then, I reel myself back, winding up for another set of pummeling hits.
I thrust, then pull back, thrust, then pull back, establishing an aggressive rhythm. I stare down at you with a powerful, unspoken command. My pleasure-ridden face smirks haughtily in your direction. You almost hate to admit it, but seeing that look on me adds to your excitement. My hips glide into you, sending shots of pleasure throughout your body. Your body shakes in enjoyment as I grunt and heave with each pounding hit.
“You’re so—fucking—sexy,” I let out with a series of stabbing moans.
A clapping sound forms between our bodies. My cock exudes a throbbing warmth inside you. You can feel it throbbing and swelling inside you. I lean back, take hold of your legs, and bring them up, resting your calves against my shoulders. Your body is forced to roll back slightly in order to give me the proper thrusting leverage. I press my weight down, resting my arms by your head. I hammer away at you, viciously sending my cock to the deepest reaches of your gut. The leverage, the angle, the sensations of my cock tearing into you are overwhelming.
You moan out to me, “Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. I’m so closeee.”
My voice is now built with a testosterone fueled aggression. “That’s a good girl. Moan for me. Moan for daddy,” I encourage. My primal words are strung together with a series of thrusts. “Who do you—fucking—belong—to?”
Your whimpering voice fails to form a meaningful reply.
Impatient and unsatisfied by your lack of a coherent response, I send a set of hammering hits into you. “Who—do—you—BELONG—TO?” my voice intensifies.
“Youuu. I-I belong to youuu.”
“YOU WHAT!?” I yell, slapping the underside of your ass. “SAY IT RIGHT, PRINCESS!”
“Youuu, sirrr,” you reply, moaning erratically. “Please let me cummm!”
I flash a devilish grin, allowing the floodgates to burst open. Warm ropes of cum erupt into you. Your voice cries out in pleasure, whimpering as I pump you full of my juices. “Cum for me, princess. C'mon, babygirl. Cum for me,” I growl, shoving my cock as far back as I can. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably around me. You can feel my tip throbbing, releasing the last of its juices to you. The culmination of surrounding feelings shatters your overstimulated mind. I stare down powerfully with my heaving breath, and I take a moment to revel in your submission.
“Fuckkk,” I let out, enjoying the view of your orgasm-ridden body. “You’re such a good girl. You did so good for daddy,” I laud as your body still shivers around my cock.
