I Want to Be Dominated
He glances down at my athletic torso. His eyes linger on my perfect round breasts with their pretty pink nipples. There is an innocence about me in this moment.
Gazing vacantly at the floor as if I have no idea what is about to happen. But of course I know. I wait for it patiently like a good little girl.
As he crosses the room to me silently, the anticipation rises in both of us. No matter how many times we do this, the tension is the same. He stand over me, looking down. I seem so small, so helpless, so fragile at this moment, but Ihe knows better.
He places his fingers under my chin and gently tilts my head back. My sparkling blue eyes meet his with a look of obedience and submission. I'm clean for him. My waiting mouth, he rests his thumbs on my lips.
Without warning his dominate voice says "Who owns this mouth?"
"You do, sir." I reply rapidly without hesitation.
We enjoy a few more sweet seconds of anticipation together before I politely make my offering."Would you like to use me now, sir?"
He answes me only with a crooked smile. He steps back to remove his sweatpants, the only piece of clothing he is wearing. He is already erect.
I raise myself into position, put my hands behind my back, and open my mouth.
He reaches out with one hand. His fingers slide through my hair and wrap around the back of my head. He steps towards me and guides his throbbing black **** inside my waiting mouth. He lets the tip rest just inside for a moment.
My tongue begins eagerly working along the sensitive spot under the head. Just the way he likes it.
He expands and hardens inside my warm wet mouth, and he pushes himself in deeper. I let out a long moan, knowing that he will enjoy the vibration."Oh, yes. Good girl." he says
A look of pride crosses my face. The joy of knowing I am pleasing him. The satisfaction of serving my purpose.
He takes my head in both hands, and begins thrusting back and forth. Gently at first. I do my best to maintain eye contact.
As he builds momentum, he thrust deeper into my throat. My eyes shut tight as I gag, but I know not to recoil.
Mercifully, he pulls out for just a second and my eyes reopen. They are already watering, but they tell him without words that I will gladly accept more. He pushes back inside and continues ******* my mouth. he keeps his strokes shallow, but occasionally probes deeper, eliciting more gagging and coughing.
I never try to pull away. I keep my hands behind my back. I take it like a good little girl.
Without warning, he forces my head all the way down, as far as it can go, and holds me there. He can actually feel himself pressing against the back of my throat.
My nose and forehead are squeezed tightly against his body. He can feel my chin against his scrotum. My body seizes as I struggle to hold this position. I want to recoil, but he will not let me, using all his strength to hold my head in place.
He sees panic in my eyes as I look up at him, unable to breathe.
"Just relax," he assures me. He will always test my limits, but he would never do harm to this, hid favorite toy.
When he has held me just a little bit longer than I thought was possible, he finally lets go. I fall back with a loud gasp. I cough uncontrollably for a moment, saliva running down my chin, tears streaming down my face.
Before I can even catch my breath, I pop back up into position.
"More, sir?" He is pleased with his submissive pet.
Gazing vacantly at the floor as if I have no idea what is about to happen. But of course I know. I wait for it patiently like a good little girl.
As he crosses the room to me silently, the anticipation rises in both of us. No matter how many times we do this, the tension is the same. He stand over me, looking down. I seem so small, so helpless, so fragile at this moment, but Ihe knows better.
He places his fingers under my chin and gently tilts my head back. My sparkling blue eyes meet his with a look of obedience and submission. I'm clean for him. My waiting mouth, he rests his thumbs on my lips.
Without warning his dominate voice says "Who owns this mouth?"
"You do, sir." I reply rapidly without hesitation.
We enjoy a few more sweet seconds of anticipation together before I politely make my offering."Would you like to use me now, sir?"
He answes me only with a crooked smile. He steps back to remove his sweatpants, the only piece of clothing he is wearing. He is already erect.
I raise myself into position, put my hands behind my back, and open my mouth.
He reaches out with one hand. His fingers slide through my hair and wrap around the back of my head. He steps towards me and guides his throbbing black **** inside my waiting mouth. He lets the tip rest just inside for a moment.
My tongue begins eagerly working along the sensitive spot under the head. Just the way he likes it.
He expands and hardens inside my warm wet mouth, and he pushes himself in deeper. I let out a long moan, knowing that he will enjoy the vibration."Oh, yes. Good girl." he says
A look of pride crosses my face. The joy of knowing I am pleasing him. The satisfaction of serving my purpose.
He takes my head in both hands, and begins thrusting back and forth. Gently at first. I do my best to maintain eye contact.
As he builds momentum, he thrust deeper into my throat. My eyes shut tight as I gag, but I know not to recoil.
Mercifully, he pulls out for just a second and my eyes reopen. They are already watering, but they tell him without words that I will gladly accept more. He pushes back inside and continues ******* my mouth. he keeps his strokes shallow, but occasionally probes deeper, eliciting more gagging and coughing.
I never try to pull away. I keep my hands behind my back. I take it like a good little girl.
Without warning, he forces my head all the way down, as far as it can go, and holds me there. He can actually feel himself pressing against the back of my throat.
My nose and forehead are squeezed tightly against his body. He can feel my chin against his scrotum. My body seizes as I struggle to hold this position. I want to recoil, but he will not let me, using all his strength to hold my head in place.
He sees panic in my eyes as I look up at him, unable to breathe.
"Just relax," he assures me. He will always test my limits, but he would never do harm to this, hid favorite toy.
When he has held me just a little bit longer than I thought was possible, he finally lets go. I fall back with a loud gasp. I cough uncontrollably for a moment, saliva running down my chin, tears streaming down my face.
Before I can even catch my breath, I pop back up into position.
"More, sir?" He is pleased with his submissive pet.
By:
CovertMind
Age:
36-40
,
Female
