Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Reluctant Dom

I've mentioned before that although I prefer and crave a strong dominant woman, I usually find myself being the dominant in my relationships.  This is what happened with a woman I dated a few months ago. We met through a "traditional" online dating site, but our initial emailing quickly turned to a sexual nature with an edge.  She initially was very forceful and aggressive, and made many joking comments about how she would put me in my place.  Needless to say I was excited, though a bit nervous since I'm relatively inexperienced in real life settings as a bottom.

However, over the next few weeks (that long due to our schedules and not incredibly close locations) the emailing, texting, and conversations became more equal and eventually, as usual, took on a tone with me as a dominant figure.  When we finally had a chance for our first date, this is how it went...

Early in the afternoon Andrea texted  me to ask what type of restaurant we were meeting at, so that she could select the right outfit....jeans or a short skirt.  I replied that it was more of a jeans establishment, but I wanted her to wear a short skirt.  She immediately replied with "Yes Sir! And I'll wear my tallest heels".

We hadn't met in person yet, so when I saw her walking down the sidewalk in a short tight skirt, tight short sleeve v-neck shirt and high high heels, I was impressed.  She had a stern look on her face, but I had already seen through her bravado.

We embraced, said our hello's and I got us a table on the patio.  The conversation flowed like a typical first date, recalling what we had learned about each other through email and phone conversations and sharing new details.

Having already determined that she had more of a submissive streak than I originally had anticipated, I decided to experiment with her.

While she was deep in conversation, I stared directly into her eyes and interrupted with "Are you wearing panties?"

She was slightly shocked and sat motionless with her mouth hanging open for 5 seconds.  Finally a little smile flashed across her lips and she answered demurely that she was.  I smiled back and instructed her to go to the restroom and remove them immediately.  She hesitated and stammered a bit until I firmly replied "Now".

Andrea obediently stood up and walked inside to the restroom as many sets of eyes were glued to her cute little ass in the short tight skirt.

She returned, discreetly handed her balled up panties to me and began to say that she's never done this before and that she is surprised....I interrupted her again and told her to continue the story that she'd been telling me before.  I could tell this was all having an effect on her as her breathing was a little short and she had difficulty telling her story.

As we ordered desert, I slid her chair closer to mine and ran my hands along her thighs.  She looked around nervously, since we were seated outside, and there were a few other patrons behind us, but she scooted even closer and spread her legs slightly.  As I caressed her thighs she began to squirm just a bit.  Eventually I moved my hand up her skirt and slipped my finger inside of her wetness.  She let out a low gasp and opened her legs further.  Her eyes were wide and glassy as I continued our casual conversation, yet kept my fingers moving inside of her.

After eventually leaving the restaurant I walked her to her car and she invited me in to continue our talk.  We kissed passionately and my hand found it's way back up her skirt.  She pulled her skirt up to her waist and began begging me to enter her.  I calmly told her that she would not be experiencing that pleasure this evening and fingered her to orgasm.  She begged some more, but upon realizing that I wouldn't relent, she unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and sucked me dry.


As I stepped out of her car, she asked if I would fuck her on our next date, and I replied that it depends on how she behaves.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Her Feet

Not much to update on my own personal situation right now, but I do have a new PG rated story to share.  I hope that I'm not boring my visitors too much and welcome any feedback or suggestions, whether it be about my stories, topics, or even me.

This story is a little fantasy about something that just occurred.  I met this girl, Amy, through another friend and we've all hung out from time to time.  We're now friends to that point that we occasionally message each other even when it doesn't involve the mutual friend.  However, Amy is married and it's always just casual conversation about the weekend, books, current events, etc.   Just today I saw a picture of her feet on her Facebook page and "Liked" the picture...this is the fantasy that ensued.

HER FEET

I'm not sure what possessed me to LIKE the picture of Amy's feet on her Facebook page.  I knew that her husband and all of our friends would be able to see my activity, but there was something compelling and alluring about her sexy feet peeking out of her jeans that drove me crazy, as I glanced through the photos sitting at my desk.


A few days had passed and I hadn't given much more thought about it, but also hadn't removed my offending LIKE, when I received a text from our mutual friend Jenny inviting us all to happy hour.  I responded affirmatively to both girls and a few minutes later received a text directly from Amy.

AMY: Great, it will be fun for all of us to get together!  Btw, you like my feet?? HA!

My chest seized momentarily, but realized that she was ok with it and was being playful, but with the image still seared in my mind I decided to push it a little further...

ME (MARK) "It's going to be fun!  And yes, you have very pretty feet Ma'am! ;-) "

After hitting SEND I quickly regretted my response and was ready to apologize and quickly change the subject back to one of the books she's reading.  But luckily, before I could rescind and apologize she responded and the following text conversation occurred.

AMY:  Oh you're one of those guys are you?  You like pretty feet???

ME:  I do Ma'am!

AMY: Hmmm, maybe you should call me Ms Amy, or I'll tell your secret to everyone? ;-)

ME: Yes Ms Amy!!  Please don't tell my secret, I'll do anything!

AMY: Good boy.  We're meeting at my house at 5pm to leave for the happy hour.  I want you here at 4pm!

ME: Yes Ms Amy!!

My heart was racing!  I couldn't grasp what had just happened, but I was full of excitement and nervous energy.


Obediently, I arrived at Amy's house at 4pm.  Amy answered the door in a snug black tank top, tiny white cut-off's and high black, open toe espadrille wedges, with her pretty pink toenails glistening in the sunlight.

"Come on back Mark, oh I mean boy" she cooed as she turned and walked away from the door, her cute round ass swaying back and forth with her hips. "My husband is away, so it's just us waiting for Jenny and maybe a few others to arrive".  She walked through the kitchen and out to the deck with me in tow.

"Pour me some wine and meet me out back" she commanded as she slipped out the door.

I was shocked and overwhelmed, but instantly fell into step.  I poured her wine and quickly delivered it to her on the deck.

Sitting so elegantly with her legs crossed and highlighting her tan sexy legs, she instructed me to sit at her feet.  Amy told me how surprised she was that a tall, strong, handsome man like me could be so easily manipulated by a pair of pretty feet.  She went on to tell me that while she loves her husband dearly and they have a somewhat healthy sex life, he doesn't pay her the attention she deserves and is much too interested in his golfing buddies and work and that she was looking forward to having a loyal pet to pamper her.

Once or twice I started to protest, but she calmly and coldly reminded me that she would simply share my little secret with all of our friends.  She then asked if I was ready to be her little foot slave.  Again I was in a complete state of shock and was responding on autopilot, but instantly replied affirmatively.  At my acquiescence she commanded me to crawl behind her into the kitchen, where she instructed me to completely strip and kiss her feet.  

There I was, naked on her kitchen floor kissing the sexy feet that only a few days before were nothing more than an image on Facebook to me.  As I savored each toe I heard a clicking and looked up to see Ms Amy taking pictures of me.  "Now you are my complete bitch, and if you ever disobey, I'll share these pictures with everyone" she giggled.

As I lay naked on the floor she made me look in her eyes and admit to all of my deviant fetishes.  I was so humiliated, but she was kind and only laughed and ridiculed me a few times.  She began setting up ground rules, like if no one else was around I was to always drop to my knees and kiss her feet and ask what I could do for her and would instantly give her a foot massage unless she instructed me not to, and that she may have me serve her and her friends.  She said she would consider other things like an occasional chastity cage for me and that any disobedience would be result in a humiliating spanking.

Even though I was thoroughly humiliated, I lay on her floor getting aroused.  Ms Amy saw my arousal and laughed out loud, "Now put that thing away, get dressed but no underwear for you.  Our friends will be here any minute.

I quickly dressed and within minutes everyone arrived.  Ms Amy was as cool as ever, while I tried to regain my composure.  I was also extremely paranoid that she would ask me to serve her friends, but fortunately another guy showed up and I knew she would keep this within her girlfriends.

Just before we all left, Ms Amy pulled me into a side room and made me kiss her feet one more time..."Don't forget who owns you bitch" she said with a wry smile and left me kneeling on the floor.....


Again , I know it's not the greatest, but I tend to get anxious about finishing a story and rush to finish it.  There are a few that I've been writing for a while that will possibly be better.

However, my next post will be about actual dates that I've had with some of the more submissive women I've dated.





Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Story Time

Hello again, as I said I'm going to try to post regularly (at least somewhat) and I've also been honored to be linked to Strict Julie Spanks blog! Miss Julie has suggested that I get over this silly obsession and move on and find someone available and worthwhile, she also told me to write posts and share my stories.  Unfortunately the story I'm sharing tonight is an oldie, because I'm still working on new stories, but hopefully it meets the intent and will be mildly entertaining for you readers.  It's not great and it was an early work of mine, but I welcome all comments and suggestions.

More about my real life later..here's the story...

Erica and Mark hadn't seen each other in quite some time.  They'd continued to chat online and occasionally talk, but for numerous reasons they had stayed apart.

But now they were meeting up again.  Erica had a free night alone and since they had been chatting more and more lately she agreed to get together for dinner.  Actually, Mark had finally won a game of Scrabble, that they occasionally played online, and she had to agree to his request per their wager.

As he approached the door he was excited but a little apprehensive.  He had mad her mad and they stopped talking for a short period of time.  He wanted their friendship, but he also knew he still wanted her.  She answered the door wearing a cute skirt and sleeveless sweater and her signature knee high black leather boots. She looked beautiful as always, with a little bit of a glow.  Mark swallowed hard and stepped into the foyer, he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight, then pressed his lips against her cheek for a soft kiss.  

"It's good to see you too" is all Erica offered.

They went out to dinner and had a great time catching up and chatting.  Mark tried to focus on just their friendship, but he couldn't help staring at her across the table.  She had such a beautiful sexy smile, an angelic face, and deep brown, dominant eyes.  He also stole glances at her sexy figure as they walked around and he couldn't help but gaze at her gorgeous round ass snuggled beneath her skirt and her long shapely legs, accented by the high heeled black leather boots.

The conversation during dinner had been strictly light and friendly, so as they walked down the hall to her apartment, he wasn't sure if she'd invite him in or if he'd be saying goodnight.  He'd had a wonderful time and was happy either way, but he definitely wanted to spend more time with her.  He decided to test the waters, "Are you going to invite me in for a few minutes" he asked, almost too shyly.

Erica looked down into his eyes (with her boots she was over 6 ft. tall, which gave her a slight advantage over him), and paused for a few seconds, "Do you think you should?" she responded in monotone.

He felt unsure but forged ahead, "Well I've had fun tonight and we haven't hung out in a while, so I just thought it'd be nice to hang out for a few more minutes."

Again she stared down at him, this time almost with an icy glare. "Do you deserve to come in?" she asked coldly.

Mark swallowed hard again, this time it was noticeable, "Oh c'mon, I've been good all night, we're just hanging out as friends and I like spending time with you" he managed.

"Hm" she muttered as she walked past him into her apartment, "come on" she called over her shoulder without looking back at him.

He eagerly followed her into the apartment.  Erica was tired and sat down on the couch.  

"Would you like me to get us some drinks" Mark asked.

Erica smiled approvingly, "do you know where anything is?" she asked.  Mark hadn't been in her apartment for quite a while and he'd never spent a lot of time there to begin with.

"I'll manage E" he replied with a smile.

A few minutes later Mark brought 2 hot chocolates out to the couch and sat down next to Erica.  She had turned on a taped episode of American Idol and was enjoying the amateur performers.  She looked sexy and beautiful Mark thought, but also a little tired and uncomfortable.

"Would you like me to help you remove your boots?" he offered.

"Thank you, that'd be great"

Mark slid down to her feet and gently pulled on the soft smooth leather.  Erica sipped her hot chocolate and looked down at him approvingly.  When both boots were removed Mark began to knead her sore tired feet.  Massaging her heels, the balls of her feet, and gently rubbing her toes individually.  Erica's eyes closed as her head fell back against the couch, savoring the much needed foot massage.  Mark loved seeing her happy and continued to massage and rub her feet for 20 min.  Soon Mark was lost in the moment and massaged his way up her calves and lightly brushed his fingers against her inner thighs.  Erica lightly slapped his hand, "Uh uh, I thought you were being good" she playfully reprimanded.

"Oh I'm sorry, I got carried away" he replied through blushing cheeks.

"That's ok, the foot rub was very nice!  Let me repay you a little.  Take off your shirt and lean back against me." she said slightly seductively.

Mark stood and removed the gray button down shirt his was wearing, revealing the tight black stretch t-shirt he had underneath.  He felt good. He'd been working out regularly again and the smooth stretchy fabric fit snug against his strong shoulders, back, and chest.  He stepped to the couch and sat down leaning back against her.

Erica worked her magic fingers around his strong shoulders and neck.  Mark sighed in pure delight as a slight smile pursed across Erica's lips, she knew she had complete control over him.  She rubbed her hands and kneaded her fingers over his tight muscles and occasionally slid down to his hard pecs for about 10 min.   As Mark's head rolled back again she stopped, "It's my turn" she said coolly.

"Of course" was his reply.  Mark turned on the couch as Erica turned and leaned back into him.  "Can I remove your sweater to get a better grip on your shoulders?" he asked with great anticipation.

"You may" was her simple reply, as she raised her arms.  Mark's arousal was apparent as his growing member pushed against her lower back.  He was embarrassed, but what could he do?  He rubbed his hands over her warm smooth skin, touching her back, shoulders, and neck.  Kneading her muscles, gently tickling her skin, and warming her with his touch.  It was Erica's turn to enjoy as she laid her head back against his chest and let out quiet sighs.  

Mark enjoyed touching her, making her feel good and comfortable, and loved seeing her perfect breast held only behind her sexy black bra.  He slowly worked closer and closer to massaging her pert breasts, moving closer and then back to her shoulders, then even closer the next time before trailing back to her neck.  Eventually he cupped her breasts and gently squeezed them through the black VS bra.  He wasn't sure what would happen, but was overjoyed when she simply moaned and arched her back slightly.  

He continued to caress her breasts as he leaned forward and gave her warm soft kisses on her neck.  She melted further into his muscular chest and turned her lips up to meet his.  He kissed her softly, but passionately.  He was in heaven and slowly moved his hands down between her thighs.  He slowly inched her skirt up to her waist and kneaded her inner thighs.  She spread her legs slightly and allowed him to trace his fingers up her thighs until they brushed gently against her moist black panties.  As he kissed her deeper he rubbed her mound through the panties.  As he pressed firmly and rubbed her swelling lips faster she pushed back against his hand slightly and let out deep moans.  Until she suddenly grabbed his hand and stopped him, "That's all you get to touch tonight my boy."

"Uuughh" Mark let out a frustrated moan.

"Ohhh, don't be a brat now.  You should be grateful for what you've gotten.  Now go to the kitchen and get me a wooden spoon.

Mark uncomfortably rose from the couch with a full hard-on and retrieved the spoon from the kitchen and handed it to Erica.

'Drop your pants and turn around" she commanded.

Mark undid his black belt and Lucky jeans and let them fall to his ankles.  "Now your boxer briefs dear" she commanded again.  Mark embarrassingly slid the boxer briefs to the floor as well.  "Now put your hands on the coffee table" she calmly but firmly commanded again.

Mark bent forward, resting his hands on the coffee table, completely exposing his bare ass and thighs right in front of Erica.

Smack!  Erica slapped the wooden spoon against his ass.  Mark bit hard but accepted her swats.  Smack! Smack! Smack!  She continued to give him 20 swats on his bare ass, turning it a dark shade of red.  "I enjoyed the foot rub and the massage my boy, but you also promised me you'd behave, which you didn't" she said sternly.  Erica swatted his burning ass 20 more times before gently reaching between his legs and stroking his throbbing cock.  

Mark' instinctively spread his legs further apart, exposing himself more to Erica.  She stroked him over and over as he let out satisfying moans and sighs.  Eventually his body began to sway and he was pushing back hard against her strokes.  She immediately stopped.  "Now pull up your pants, it's time for you to go" she said, relishing her control.

Mark wouldn't complain, he was happy to have been with her, but he was severely frustrated. 

"Now go home and masturbate for me.  I want to see the video tomorrow." she coolly commanded.

"I will!" he replied.

"You will , what?" she taunted.

"I will go home and masturbate for you, I promise" he responded.

Erica rose to her feet, still quite tall even without the boots.  She firmly grabbed his face in her hands.  "You will refer to me as Miss E".

"Of course Miss E, I apologize" he happily replied.

"Now get out of here so I can go use my toy, I seem to be a little "worked up" for some reason" she said with a wink.

Mark leaned forward and gave her another deep kiss.  "Can I see you again soon Miss E?" he asked excitedly.

"We'll see.  In the meantime work on your control and manners" she replied with a wicked look.



Admittedly I was lazy about this post, but I wanted to get something up.



Thursday, June 27, 2013

Revelation?

Life has been getting in the way of me sitting down and saying hi...but here I am.

I've been thinking about and analyzing my attraction, possible infatuation, with Miss E quite a bit lately and although it's not a final conclusion I believe my primary interest stems from her somewhat bossy, cold personality.  While that stirs my insides from a submissive aspect, it doesn't necessarily do a lot for the desire for friendship or my overall physical attraction to her.  Things always fluctuate and evolve in life so who knows what the future holds, but for now I'll probably fantasize about Miss E when I'm feeling deeply submissive, but all other times she's slipped from my conscious.

Just as well because I'm dating someone now, and as it always seems to develop with me, she appears to be somewhat submissive.  I'm learning that for all my submissive feelings and desires, I'm a strong-willed man and it takes a truly strong dominant woman to expose my weakness and subject me to her whim.  I do find the more dominant role to be quite entertaining as well and I enjoy the aspects of having a beautiful women succumb to my sexual desires....I just wonder if that will satisfy me far into the future.

In the coming days and weeks I'll share new developments in that relationship, expose my inner thoughts, and share some of my amateur D/s fiction!

See you again soon!

So is it this.....


spanked2tears:

“I’m going to make you very, very sorry…”

The worst part is she will now go to the party alone, leaving me teary-eyed in the corner.

Or this.....


Friday, June 14, 2013

Revived!

It's time to revive my blog!  I'm not positive what the central theme will be, not likely Miss E, but there may be some elements of that situation along with other aspects of my journey, and hopefully lots of stories!

I appreciate anyone that stops by to read what I'm writing from my perch atop the blog universe.  I'm a novice, but enjoy the aspect of writing and want to share my knowledge, fantasies, thoughts, and experiences with whomever wishes to come along for the ride.  I encourage you to "follow" my blog and to engage with comments and even submit guest blogs that I can post.

When I started the blog I had a few viewers, but only one young lady that subscribed to the feed.  Maybe she'll find her way back now that I'm active again and I welcome the rest of you!

I'm going to try to post once or twice a week as I can fit it in with my increasingly crazy schedule.