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Dominant or subordinate.
What a very important starting point to a relationship. I know people have differing views and tend to categorise themselves as one or the other, usually because the expectation is you are one or the other. I take the view that I am both, dependant on the situation.
Let me explain. There are clearly sexual preferences to be taken account of. My view is fairly simplistic. Like everybody on this planet, I love sexual excitement. The best way to get sexual thrills, is obviously to get both participants, or all, highly excited. If he, or she, gets turned on by being the dominant one, I’m happy to play the sub.
However, is there a need to keep to one’s role. No, definitely not. Let me tell you a story.
I met this chap through Hamster. We’d chatted for months. Eventually we arranged to meet at his house. I took precautions, of course. I checked his address on the electoral register, to which I have access and told him I was leaving the address with a friend.
He was a dominant character. In our communications, he liked to instruct, and I was happy to play to his tune. On the day, he rang me and told me specifically what to wear. His voice was soft, but ever so firm and precise. He wanted me in a black dress, plain underwear, white cotton, no lace or anything. No slip. No stockings or tights. Bearing in mind, it was November, so quite cold. But, he was insistent and, being drawn to his precise manner, I went along with his request.
I arrived on time. Would I dare be late !!
He led me into the kitchen. No polite greeting. Just taking my arm, firmly, led me through the door. Once in the kitchen, he positioned me in the middle of the room and took a couple of paces away from me. He told me to kick off my shoes. The stone floor was ever so cold on my feet. He could see I was cold, and opened the back door, letting even more cold air into the room. He took a large bag of ice from the freezer and placed it on the work top. I just watched, transfixed, as he split the bag with a knife, spilling the contents all over the work surface.
He walked behind my back. I felt the zipper on my dress sliding down, ever so slowly. Now this whole scenario was turning me on. I stepped out of the dress and handed it to him. Actually I felt some relief, as I lifted each foot in turn, from the cold floor. He came behind me a second time and unsnapped my bra. My breasts were ever so firm, a by-product of the cold air and my own state of excitement.
He stood in front of me and unbuckled his leather belt. He slid it from his trousers and slapped it hard on the work surface. A few pieces of ice shot into the air as a result of the impact. He put the belt down, took a hold of my arm and guided me towards the work surface. I was stood, upright, against it when he let go of my arm and, placing the palm of his hand, on the back of my head, pushed me so I was bent over the work surface. He told me to reach forward and grip the far side of the surface. As I did, my breasts pressed into the ice. My waist was pressed against the work surface, the melting ice soaking into my knickers. I looked to my side and saw him pick up the belt. God, this was crazy.
Thwack ! That first stroke making my buttocks judder. Then another. I was now sliding on the melting ice. Another stroke. My knickers even wetter now, both from the ice and my own excitement. Another stroke, another. God, it hurt and, yes, I suppose I was tempted to stand up and put an end to it. But the thrill I was getting was amazing. I remember my feet being off the floor, opening my legs ever so wide and pulling myself back and forth, rubbing my pubes area against the edge of the work surface. Up to now, the strokes had been separated by 20 seconds or so. Not now. This was a beating. Every second or two, the belt struck.
When it was over, he stood behind me, put his hands gently under my breasts and lifted me from the crushed, melting ice. I was soaked from my neck down to my knees, and, as he got me upright, trickles of water ran down my calves to my feet. He knelt down and slipped my knickers down my legs, throwing my last item of clothing onto the work top.
He took me into the bedroom and, taking a warm towel from the radiator, dried me. He lay me on the bed.
He smiled at me as he stripped naked. Clearly he was as turned on as much as I. So lovely and hard. He joined me on the bed and, as he put one arm across me, I pushed him back. “My turn, Mister”.
He was on his back. I straddled his waist and pushed held his arms to the bed. I started to move my cunt back and forth on his belly, knowing I’d cum fairly quickly and he couldn’t touch his cock to join in. Yes, this was my turn. He was gagging to fuck me, or at the very least, wank, but, no chance, well not just yet. I carried on agitating my pussy into a frenzy, squirting all over his belly.
When I’d finished, I just sat there, still on him, just smiling. He was still unable to move as I continued to hold his arms. I let go and reached behind me. He’d gone a little too soft, so I relented and started to stroke him. He was soon hard again. I manoeuvred myself back a little and, still straddling him, I started to rub his bell end against my pussy. I then started to move gently up and down, letting the first inch of his cock in. He responded by thrusting it further in by moving his bum up and down. I kept lifting myself higher so only that first inch, or so, was in me. “You want to fuck me, well wait”, I told him. I was fingering my clit all the time, so I was keeping myself on the verge of an orgasm all the time, every now and again, allowing one to happen. So frustrating for him.
Then, I succumbed. I lowered myself, letting his cock fully in. And so, normal rules applied. I moved my cunt up and down as he moved his cock down and up, if you see what I mean. Christ, he was horny now. When he came in me, I’d already had several squirts, and I must admit to the loudest sequence of pussy farts ever.
After that, we lay for a while. Then back at it. Bit of a rest, then some more fucking. I actually didn’t go home until about 10 o’clock that night. Hubby was a bit inquisitive but I just said I’d met a women colleague and we got chatting. Doesn’t time fly !
We went to bed almost straight away. I got into bed in my knickers, as usual. He turned to give me a peck on the cheek and patted my bum. “You’re knickers are damp, Anne. “
“Yes, Susan has the heating on so high. Been sweating for hours”. And, he believed it !
So, there you have it. Am I Dominant or Subordinate, and which would you like to meet.
What a very important starting point to a relationship. I know people have differing views and tend to categorise themselves as one or the other, usually because the expectation is you are one or the other. I take the view that I am both, dependant on the situation.
Let me explain. There are clearly sexual preferences to be taken account of. My view is fairly simplistic. Like everybody on this planet, I love sexual excitement. The best way to get sexual thrills, is obviously to get both participants, or all, highly excited. If he, or she, gets turned on by being the dominant one, I’m happy to play the sub.
However, is there a need to keep to one’s role. No, definitely not. Let me tell you a story.
I met this chap through Hamster. We’d chatted for months. Eventually we arranged to meet at his house. I took precautions, of course. I checked his address on the electoral register, to which I have access and told him I was leaving the address with a friend.
He was a dominant character. In our communications, he liked to instruct, and I was happy to play to his tune. On the day, he rang me and told me specifically what to wear. His voice was soft, but ever so firm and precise. He wanted me in a black dress, plain underwear, white cotton, no lace or anything. No slip. No stockings or tights. Bearing in mind, it was November, so quite cold. But, he was insistent and, being drawn to his precise manner, I went along with his request.
I arrived on time. Would I dare be late !!
He led me into the kitchen. No polite greeting. Just taking my arm, firmly, led me through the door. Once in the kitchen, he positioned me in the middle of the room and took a couple of paces away from me. He told me to kick off my shoes. The stone floor was ever so cold on my feet. He could see I was cold, and opened the back door, letting even more cold air into the room. He took a large bag of ice from the freezer and placed it on the work top. I just watched, transfixed, as he split the bag with a knife, spilling the contents all over the work surface.
He walked behind my back. I felt the zipper on my dress sliding down, ever so slowly. Now this whole scenario was turning me on. I stepped out of the dress and handed it to him. Actually I felt some relief, as I lifted each foot in turn, from the cold floor. He came behind me a second time and unsnapped my bra. My breasts were ever so firm, a by-product of the cold air and my own state of excitement.
He stood in front of me and unbuckled his leather belt. He slid it from his trousers and slapped it hard on the work surface. A few pieces of ice shot into the air as a result of the impact. He put the belt down, took a hold of my arm and guided me towards the work surface. I was stood, upright, against it when he let go of my arm and, placing the palm of his hand, on the back of my head, pushed me so I was bent over the work surface. He told me to reach forward and grip the far side of the surface. As I did, my breasts pressed into the ice. My waist was pressed against the work surface, the melting ice soaking into my knickers. I looked to my side and saw him pick up the belt. God, this was crazy.
Thwack ! That first stroke making my buttocks judder. Then another. I was now sliding on the melting ice. Another stroke. My knickers even wetter now, both from the ice and my own excitement. Another stroke, another. God, it hurt and, yes, I suppose I was tempted to stand up and put an end to it. But the thrill I was getting was amazing. I remember my feet being off the floor, opening my legs ever so wide and pulling myself back and forth, rubbing my pubes area against the edge of the work surface. Up to now, the strokes had been separated by 20 seconds or so. Not now. This was a beating. Every second or two, the belt struck.
When it was over, he stood behind me, put his hands gently under my breasts and lifted me from the crushed, melting ice. I was soaked from my neck down to my knees, and, as he got me upright, trickles of water ran down my calves to my feet. He knelt down and slipped my knickers down my legs, throwing my last item of clothing onto the work top.
He took me into the bedroom and, taking a warm towel from the radiator, dried me. He lay me on the bed.
He smiled at me as he stripped naked. Clearly he was as turned on as much as I. So lovely and hard. He joined me on the bed and, as he put one arm across me, I pushed him back. “My turn, Mister”.
He was on his back. I straddled his waist and pushed held his arms to the bed. I started to move my cunt back and forth on his belly, knowing I’d cum fairly quickly and he couldn’t touch his cock to join in. Yes, this was my turn. He was gagging to fuck me, or at the very least, wank, but, no chance, well not just yet. I carried on agitating my pussy into a frenzy, squirting all over his belly.
When I’d finished, I just sat there, still on him, just smiling. He was still unable to move as I continued to hold his arms. I let go and reached behind me. He’d gone a little too soft, so I relented and started to stroke him. He was soon hard again. I manoeuvred myself back a little and, still straddling him, I started to rub his bell end against my pussy. I then started to move gently up and down, letting the first inch of his cock in. He responded by thrusting it further in by moving his bum up and down. I kept lifting myself higher so only that first inch, or so, was in me. “You want to fuck me, well wait”, I told him. I was fingering my clit all the time, so I was keeping myself on the verge of an orgasm all the time, every now and again, allowing one to happen. So frustrating for him.
Then, I succumbed. I lowered myself, letting his cock fully in. And so, normal rules applied. I moved my cunt up and down as he moved his cock down and up, if you see what I mean. Christ, he was horny now. When he came in me, I’d already had several squirts, and I must admit to the loudest sequence of pussy farts ever.
After that, we lay for a while. Then back at it. Bit of a rest, then some more fucking. I actually didn’t go home until about 10 o’clock that night. Hubby was a bit inquisitive but I just said I’d met a women colleague and we got chatting. Doesn’t time fly !
We went to bed almost straight away. I got into bed in my knickers, as usual. He turned to give me a peck on the cheek and patted my bum. “You’re knickers are damp, Anne. “
“Yes, Susan has the heating on so high. Been sweating for hours”. And, he believed it !
So, there you have it. Am I Dominant or Subordinate, and which would you like to meet.
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