I got caught in the rain on my way to Sally's place. She met me at the door with a cup of tea. It was strong and bitter and when I asked for some sugar she smiled and told me to drink it like it was. I didn't question it--that's part of what we do, what she does with me, denying me small things, rationing my cigarettes, things like that. Giving me wine from her glass, sloshing it so it runs down my chin or splashes on my chest. But that night it tasted like she put something in the tea, crushed up a pill or something and mixed it in.
I got out of my clothes pretty quickly and dried off. Sally put me in one of her old robes, the sort of thing she does from time to time, women's clothes, not dresses or panties or anything like that, just the utilitarian garb you need around the house, except they all happen to be styled for women, like the apron she makes me wear when I wash the dishes (she lets them stack up between visits). So I came back out to the couch and took a seat and we shared a glass of wine and my dick got hard. It always does, under her gaze, plus she's naturally sexy, Sally is, maybe more so because she doesn't try--looked at through other eyes, she'd seem like she's not trying at all. She doesn't really use makeup, or when she does put it on she's not real fastidious about it, and the soles of her feet are always smudged because she's mostly barefoot and not too interested in sweeping the floor.
Anyway, my dick wasn't just hard. It felt like metal, like lead, so stiff it was beginning to ache, and my head was humming like I was high or drunk, though I don't smoke and I hadn't had enough wine to feel it. Sally was on the other end of the couch and we talked about this and that. She snaked her foot into the robe and pulled it open and put her foot on my dick, rubbed it up and down, and I shuddered and Sally grinned and kept up a slow motion...she rubbed my cock just enough to make it start leaking but not enough to get me off, and I looked up and caught her smirking, and she snatched up her camera and took a photo--she likes to take pictures, it has something to do with her past, and she always keeps a camera handy. I haven't seen the picture yet, and I kind of don't want to, but she’s getting enough to put together a pretty incriminating album, if I had anything she could blackmail me for.
When she was done with the camera she picked up her wineglass and sipped from it and then put it on the floor and dipped her big toe it, swirled it around and got it wet, and slipped her foot between my legs and pressed her toe against my asshole. That's been one of the hardest things about serving Sally, letting her have her fun with my asshole. Sally knows this because she made me tell her. It makes me feel a little...like I'm not as much of a man as I should be. When I told Sally this she shrugged. "I've been fucked in the ass," she said. "Sometimes I really like it. Does that make me strange?"
“But you're a woman,” I told her. “It's different for guys. We're supposed to fuck, not get fucked.”
"Then you've got a problem," she said. "You like it, what I do to you, in spite of yourself. You're not supposed to. But me, I get off on your shame, so you better get used to it. Now open up."
That night on her couch, Sally got her toe nice and wet with the wine and began to work on my asshole. I made a sound and shifted, gave her better access, and she told me to look at her, held my eyes while she ground her toe in deeper, and that's when it changed. Because I had to fuck her right then--I wasn't going to wait a minute longer, I wasn't just going to sit there while she did whatever she wanted--and I came across the couch and landed on top of her and yanked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her legs apart and slid inside her. I pinned her wrists over her head and fucked and fucked her, slamming my dick in and out, pushing her up over the arm of the couch so her body was stretched over it and a breast slipped out of the dress and I bit down on the nipple and she moaned, and that's what did it, a sound I'd never heard from her, and I came and came, a small river, filling her up, and I collapsed on top of her, and all I heard was her breathing in my ear. We lay like that for a while, and my dick never went down. It was still in her, thick, waiting.
"Jesus," Sally said. "I'm going to feel that tomorrow.”
I pulled out of her and sat back. She was flushed, her skin sticky with our sweat. She lowered herself back down to the couch, not bothering to put her breast back in the dress. I picked up the wineglass and put it to her lips. She drank from it, her eyes on mine. "What next?" she said softly. I stood and slipped off the robe. It was impressive, the way my dick stuck out in front of me, hard and slick with our wet. I'd never had an erection that didn't go down, and it was going to my head.
"Thank it," I said, and Sally leaned forward and put her hands around it. "Uh uh, hands behind your back.”
Sally crossed her wrists behind her, put her lips on the head of my dick. She kissed it gently and took the head in her mouth, ran her tongue around it, pulled her mouth away. A trail of spit and cum, like a fresh spider-line, ran from the head to her lower lip. I buried my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. She looked at me, her mouth open, her body passive, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do.
"Get on the bed," I said. She walked over and got on the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I didn't have to tell her to lift her skirt. She waited while I had a cigarette and, perversely, made a phone call to an old friend.
When I was ready I grabbed the wine bottle and came over to the bed, poured some wine on my hand and got my fingers wet, and some splashed down on her ass. I don't know if Sally knew what was coming. I didn't either, except that my cock was still hard and heavy and I was going to put it in her again. I rubbed my fingers across her pussy, slid a couple in, fucked her slowly, heard her sigh. More wine on my hand and now I slid one into her asshole, and she clenched against it so I waited until she loosened a little and slid another finger in, and now I knew what I was going to do with my erection, and so did Sally. She dropped her shoulders down to the bed and reached for the headboard.
Sometimes she really liked it, she had said. I wanted to make sure she liked me doing it, because I knew I'd want to do it again. I took it really slow and careful, first the head, and she tightened against me so I waited, kept up a steady pressure, and she shifted and opened up a bit and I slid in little by little. It could have been five minutes or a half-hour before I was in, her asshole clenched around me, and I moved, a little rocking motion, sinking deeper in. I used my hand on her cunt, a finger inside and my knuckle on her clit, all of it gentle, and Sally sighed and her hands wrapped around the headboard. I slowly picked up the pace so that each thrust pushed her down into the mattress and we both made sounds, hers dark and deep, and the bed began to rock and creak. I hadn't forgotten her cunt, and I curled my finger inside it, searching for the spot I'd heard about, and I must have found it because Sally cried out and began to shudder and my finger got a lot wetter. My dick began to ache, I was so close, and I looked at Sally's hands again and that's what set me off, because they were white-knuckled. She gripped the bars so hard, and her mouth was open and she was drooling a little, and the whole vision made me come, so hard that it hurt and felt good at the same time, and Sally fell to the bed, me still atop her, and we lay there and I smelled her hair and sweat and stroked her cheek and listened to her breath subside.
In a bit I got an idea and went for the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of her lying on her side, her face buried in her arm, her ass and thighs slick with sweat and come and wine. My first time as a Dom.
I later asked her to tell me what was going through her mind when I turned the tables on her. Sally flashed me her gorgeous crooked grin and said her first thought was, what took you so long? So things are definitely different now. It's not always easy, because neither of us can take it for granted what the other one wants, like we could before. Could be I'm in the mood to tie her wrists together and spank her, while she's thinking about having me paint her toenails and lick her asshole. It's taken some learning about each other, some negotiation and compromise. But it works more often than not, and like that one night, the moment can turn on a dime and suddenly the other one will have the upper hand. It's all variable.
I did learn, later, that Sally never put anything in my drink. The tea was pure. The rest was us.
I got out of my clothes pretty quickly and dried off. Sally put me in one of her old robes, the sort of thing she does from time to time, women's clothes, not dresses or panties or anything like that, just the utilitarian garb you need around the house, except they all happen to be styled for women, like the apron she makes me wear when I wash the dishes (she lets them stack up between visits). So I came back out to the couch and took a seat and we shared a glass of wine and my dick got hard. It always does, under her gaze, plus she's naturally sexy, Sally is, maybe more so because she doesn't try--looked at through other eyes, she'd seem like she's not trying at all. She doesn't really use makeup, or when she does put it on she's not real fastidious about it, and the soles of her feet are always smudged because she's mostly barefoot and not too interested in sweeping the floor.
Anyway, my dick wasn't just hard. It felt like metal, like lead, so stiff it was beginning to ache, and my head was humming like I was high or drunk, though I don't smoke and I hadn't had enough wine to feel it. Sally was on the other end of the couch and we talked about this and that. She snaked her foot into the robe and pulled it open and put her foot on my dick, rubbed it up and down, and I shuddered and Sally grinned and kept up a slow motion...she rubbed my cock just enough to make it start leaking but not enough to get me off, and I looked up and caught her smirking, and she snatched up her camera and took a photo--she likes to take pictures, it has something to do with her past, and she always keeps a camera handy. I haven't seen the picture yet, and I kind of don't want to, but she’s getting enough to put together a pretty incriminating album, if I had anything she could blackmail me for.
When she was done with the camera she picked up her wineglass and sipped from it and then put it on the floor and dipped her big toe it, swirled it around and got it wet, and slipped her foot between my legs and pressed her toe against my asshole. That's been one of the hardest things about serving Sally, letting her have her fun with my asshole. Sally knows this because she made me tell her. It makes me feel a little...like I'm not as much of a man as I should be. When I told Sally this she shrugged. "I've been fucked in the ass," she said. "Sometimes I really like it. Does that make me strange?"
“But you're a woman,” I told her. “It's different for guys. We're supposed to fuck, not get fucked.”
"Then you've got a problem," she said. "You like it, what I do to you, in spite of yourself. You're not supposed to. But me, I get off on your shame, so you better get used to it. Now open up."
That night on her couch, Sally got her toe nice and wet with the wine and began to work on my asshole. I made a sound and shifted, gave her better access, and she told me to look at her, held my eyes while she ground her toe in deeper, and that's when it changed. Because I had to fuck her right then--I wasn't going to wait a minute longer, I wasn't just going to sit there while she did whatever she wanted--and I came across the couch and landed on top of her and yanked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her legs apart and slid inside her. I pinned her wrists over her head and fucked and fucked her, slamming my dick in and out, pushing her up over the arm of the couch so her body was stretched over it and a breast slipped out of the dress and I bit down on the nipple and she moaned, and that's what did it, a sound I'd never heard from her, and I came and came, a small river, filling her up, and I collapsed on top of her, and all I heard was her breathing in my ear. We lay like that for a while, and my dick never went down. It was still in her, thick, waiting.
"Jesus," Sally said. "I'm going to feel that tomorrow.”
I pulled out of her and sat back. She was flushed, her skin sticky with our sweat. She lowered herself back down to the couch, not bothering to put her breast back in the dress. I picked up the wineglass and put it to her lips. She drank from it, her eyes on mine. "What next?" she said softly. I stood and slipped off the robe. It was impressive, the way my dick stuck out in front of me, hard and slick with our wet. I'd never had an erection that didn't go down, and it was going to my head.
"Thank it," I said, and Sally leaned forward and put her hands around it. "Uh uh, hands behind your back.”
Sally crossed her wrists behind her, put her lips on the head of my dick. She kissed it gently and took the head in her mouth, ran her tongue around it, pulled her mouth away. A trail of spit and cum, like a fresh spider-line, ran from the head to her lower lip. I buried my fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. She looked at me, her mouth open, her body passive, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do.
"Get on the bed," I said. She walked over and got on the bed on her hands and knees, facing away from me. I didn't have to tell her to lift her skirt. She waited while I had a cigarette and, perversely, made a phone call to an old friend.
When I was ready I grabbed the wine bottle and came over to the bed, poured some wine on my hand and got my fingers wet, and some splashed down on her ass. I don't know if Sally knew what was coming. I didn't either, except that my cock was still hard and heavy and I was going to put it in her again. I rubbed my fingers across her pussy, slid a couple in, fucked her slowly, heard her sigh. More wine on my hand and now I slid one into her asshole, and she clenched against it so I waited until she loosened a little and slid another finger in, and now I knew what I was going to do with my erection, and so did Sally. She dropped her shoulders down to the bed and reached for the headboard.
Sometimes she really liked it, she had said. I wanted to make sure she liked me doing it, because I knew I'd want to do it again. I took it really slow and careful, first the head, and she tightened against me so I waited, kept up a steady pressure, and she shifted and opened up a bit and I slid in little by little. It could have been five minutes or a half-hour before I was in, her asshole clenched around me, and I moved, a little rocking motion, sinking deeper in. I used my hand on her cunt, a finger inside and my knuckle on her clit, all of it gentle, and Sally sighed and her hands wrapped around the headboard. I slowly picked up the pace so that each thrust pushed her down into the mattress and we both made sounds, hers dark and deep, and the bed began to rock and creak. I hadn't forgotten her cunt, and I curled my finger inside it, searching for the spot I'd heard about, and I must have found it because Sally cried out and began to shudder and my finger got a lot wetter. My dick began to ache, I was so close, and I looked at Sally's hands again and that's what set me off, because they were white-knuckled. She gripped the bars so hard, and her mouth was open and she was drooling a little, and the whole vision made me come, so hard that it hurt and felt good at the same time, and Sally fell to the bed, me still atop her, and we lay there and I smelled her hair and sweat and stroked her cheek and listened to her breath subside.
In a bit I got an idea and went for the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of her lying on her side, her face buried in her arm, her ass and thighs slick with sweat and come and wine. My first time as a Dom.
I later asked her to tell me what was going through her mind when I turned the tables on her. Sally flashed me her gorgeous crooked grin and said her first thought was, what took you so long? So things are definitely different now. It's not always easy, because neither of us can take it for granted what the other one wants, like we could before. Could be I'm in the mood to tie her wrists together and spank her, while she's thinking about having me paint her toenails and lick her asshole. It's taken some learning about each other, some negotiation and compromise. But it works more often than not, and like that one night, the moment can turn on a dime and suddenly the other one will have the upper hand. It's all variable.
I did learn, later, that Sally never put anything in my drink. The tea was pure. The rest was us.
