I'm a very possessive person. My first experience in the lifestyle was nothing more than being a cock used to pleasure another man's woman. This is during the early stages of my journey. I was just looking for any opportunity to explore. And explore I did.
As I came into my own and started to really put the pieces of myself together, I found my control on my sexuality tightening. I found I no longer had the desire to be seen and to provide entertainment and arousal for others. I began to understand the dynamic, and for me that dynamic tended to be a very personal and private experience.
Even as I found my own path, I remained curious about how others approach their own sexuality. I'm fascinated by what drives and motivates them to do what they do. An endless menagerie of kinks, fetishes, and possibilities.
So, a couple of years ago when I received a harmless message from a new submissive on Fetlife, I took the opportunity to delve into the depths of what made her tick. I was surprised to find out, that she wasn't seeking a Dom for herself, but ideally for her and her boyfriend. She wanted it to be a surprise. While I appreciated her effort, the practicality of a surprise Dom was not a good idea at all. So, I told her the first step she needed to take was to talk to her boyfriend. She promised she would, and in the mean time I agreed to answer whatever questions she had about the lifestyle.
I didn't hear from her for a couple weeks. Which isn't uncommon. You get messages and the sender may be red hot to get it on, but once you douse a little water on them, the flames go out. You never hear from them again. This is what I expected.
Late one Saturday night, I get a message from her. She tells me she has spoken to her boyfriend, he had his first bi experience and he wants to take it the next step. I explained her to her that I wasn't bi, that I could give advice and such, but I wouldn't play.
"That's okay," she had said. "You can play with me."
Through Kik we started to discussing particulars. I could sense an ebbing flow of uncertainty just beneath this almost forced excitement. Several times, I expressed my doubts, explained that he might get jealous. She shrugged it off and insisted it's what he wanted. He wanted her to be used by another man, whether he was involved or not.
Part of me thought I should decline, I started getting the same vibe I had early on when I was attending parties and such. It really highlighted my desire to feel like I really own the s-type I'm with. It's that need for me that led me to the lifestyle and not a typical All-American Vanilla relationship complete with two kids, a SUV, and a loud ass barking dog.
Finally, I agreed. I dictated that it would be a "play session." She would be mine when she came to my house. No interference from the boyfriend. We agreed the session would be videoed and bareback. She stipulated that she be came in. I agreed.
The last order of business was to set a date. With the way things feel, it turned out to be Xmas Eve night.
The day of, I was a little nervous. First meets are always a little nerve wracking and this one was a little rushed because of the holiday schedule and such. Nothing that day was going as it should. I had been baking and that took way longer than I had expected. I finished up just in time to get a shower.
Jenny was punctual. She arrived right at 6. The last remnants of the day was being squeezed from the sky. Jenny had parked little ways back from where I had told her. So, I couldn't get a good look at her when she was walking up.
"I'm here," she said as stepped from the dark into the perimeter of light put out by the porch light.
"Let me see you," I ordered.
Jenny hesitated a moment, then sort of flung her arms up and spun around.
When she had asked what she should wear I told her something easily accessible. Her choice had been a long blue dress and a pair of leather sandals.
"What are you here for?" I asked.
"Whatever you want," she offered as she closed the distance and stood feet from me.
I looked her over and there was unease in her face. She was a heavier set than the pictures she had sent me indicated. Her face was more weathered as well. Age carved crevasses extended above her brow. She knew she was being inspected. I lifted my hand upwards, and in turn she lifted the dress so I could see underneath. She hadn't worn panties.
"Easy access," she had offered followed by an almost girlish giggle. I could sense she was nervous. Her knees wobbled just a bit, could have been the nerves or the hint of cold in the air.
I took her hand and pulled the dress from her. I hiked up higher and pushed her gently towards the wall. She stepped forward and I leaned into her pressing her naked flesh into the metal sheeting just beneath the porch light. She exhaled.
I could feel her quivering slightly. She stood half a foot shorter than me. My 6'3 frame kept her pinned against the wall and the quivering was soon replaced with full on shaking.
"Scared?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Tell me again," I said as I put my left hand firmly on her ass. "What are you here for?"
"Whatever," she started. "You want."
In a quick motion I licked my fingers and then pushed my cock halfway inside her. Just enough so that she knew I was there. She exhaled sharply and dropped down. I pushed my body harder into her to steady her.
"You ever had a guy in you this soon after meeting?"
She shook her head.
"How's it feel?"
"Good," she stammered.
I pulled out just as quickly as I had put it in.
"Clean it off," I directed.
Jenny didn't miss a beat she knew exactly what to do. She dropped to her knees and began using her mouth to clean off the precum and vaginal fluids off of my cock.
After a few moment's I motioned for her to get up and to come inside.
"Leave your clothes outside," I ordered.
We made our way to the back bedroom. She stopped when she entered my room. Here eyes widened at the sight. Thought she was still processing the emotions, I knew them to be a healthy dose of fear, intimidation, and excitement.
She smiled.
"You're going to fuck me there?" she asked using her head to motion to the foot of the bed where I had fashioned two chains to either corner.
"You said whatever, right?" I asked as I pulled a blindfold from my kink trunk.
She smiled.
Shock and awe is the saying right? I had intentionally rigged things in a such a way to draw her immediate attention to them. I wanted the thoughts of the bindings and such to permeate her mind, to completely consume it. I wanted her to fixate on that particular act so that anything else would be mundane. It worked.
Jenny was much more engaging in the bedroom. Her nerves had settled and she was much looser. I had sat down on my couch, and nodded to her. Like clockwork she new what was expected. She was quick with the buttons on my jeans and yanked them down with a girlish enthusiasm. She licked the tip and toyed with it for several seconds before running her tongue down the shaft. She came back up it then took the top half into her mouth. She worked up and down before having to brush her shoulder length brown hair back. I reached over and bunched the hair behind her head and applied increasing pressure, pushing her farther down my dick.
She took most of it, but soon gagged.
"It's thick," she said as she looked up.
It was one of the first times she had actually looked me in the eyes. I could see red rings and tears had formed. Had she worn mascara it would most assuredly been running. There was unspoken beauty to her. A gentle smile that lit up her green eyes. Her eyes told her story. Each chapter of her life etched in their confines. She had been a hard worker. Cried too often, likely away from prying eyes. Yet there was a strength there as well. Like she could never be broken, at least if she didn't want to be.
I liked the idea of breaking her. Pushing her and exploring her. I already knew from talking to her, that I had pushed her far beyond what she had experienced in her 20 year failed marriage.
"Another life," she had said.
Now she wanted to live and she wanted to explore. She liked the idea of being bad she had said. Being used, but used by someone worthy. I think she had enough of being used by the unworthy.
"You wanted to be broken?" I asked in a low deliberate voice.
With a mouth full of cock she nodded, then stopped and pulled me from her mouth.
"I do, Sir."
It was the first time she had used Sir. It was more in a respectful manner than part of some greater understanding between us. I understood however what it meant, it meant she was a natural. She liked having my dick in her mouth and being given directions. I was almost sad she wasn't truly mine.
"Jenny?" I asked.
"Yes sir?" she said as she looked up. There was a determination in her eyes that I could see that was building with each moment. Perhaps it was recognition or comfort, so I decided to press things further.
"How dirty are you?" I asked.
"As dirty as you want me to be," she responded without hesitation.
I nodded back to my dick and with my hand still grasping a ball of her hair, I guided her back down to my dick. I maneuvered her head up and down several times, before gently guiding it back up the shaft one final time and then to the side of my dick.
"Lick it," I ordered.
She stuck her tongue out and I guided it back down to my balls. Her soft focused licks shifted to large circular swaths. Her eyes looked up and met mine. I smiled and then guided her head lower and beneath the balls, loosening my grip and placing my hand on the top of her head. I dipped my hips down and lifted my knees up, Jenny didn't miss a beat and went to work.
Her tongue circled the permimeter of my asshole, before I offered a slight nudge. She dug deeper and even repositioned herself to get a better angle.
"You are a dirty girl," I offered.
She nodded her agreement without breaking the rhythm.
"You ever do this this for your boyfriend or husband?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"You just like eating strangers' ass," I said.
Jenny's pace slowed to a crawl. I could see the wheels in her head spinning. She pull back, composed herself for a moment.
"I like yours," she offered before letting slip a sheepish smile.
"Get back to it then," I demanded.
I let Jenny work a while. I jerked in unison with her tongues probing. I was close to climax when I grabbed her head.
"Bed," I ordered. Jenny complied.
It took me several moments to get her rigged and blindfolded. I pulled out the camera and placed it in a strategic spot with a clear vantage of what was going on.
"You got the camera?" she asked.
"I do."
I had placed Jenny's ankles in restraints and then attached a chain that was connected to the high railings of my bed frame. Her legs were suspended in the shape of V and her ass hung off my bed maybe a foot so that I had access. She was completely exposed, and I think she felt every second of it. I threw the blindfold onto her bare stomach and she immediately put it on.
"You're going to have the desire to take the blindfold off," I said, "don't."
"Why don't you..." she started.
"bind them..." I finished.
She nodded.
"I don't want to." I responded. "My direction should be good enough."
I rubbed her clit a few times to stimulate it, then I followed up with a few smacks on her ass. Even slight slaps left whelps, and I was sure her boyfriend would enjoy seeing them.
"You ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked.
Jenny shook her head.
I pulled a black latex glove from my kink box. Jenny heard the commotion and she started to reach up to remove the blind fold but stopped. She was following direction.
"Good girl," I offered.
She smiled.
After pulling on the latex glove I lubed up two fingers and then used them to caress her anus. I pushed gently at first then prodded a little deeper.
"Are you going to cum in my ass?" she asked.
"Your stipulation is inside right?"
She hesitated and then nodded.
"Is there something I should know?"
She was quiet.
I pushed the two fingers inside. She breathed deep yet remained quiet.
For this moment I knew she was mine. I knew there was something to her stipulation. I knew that she had anticipated for me to cum inside her vagina. Yet, she wouldn't bring it up now. She was completely in the moment, but a deal is a deal. I keep my word.
I shifted between her legs. Jenny wiggled in anticipation, readying herself for an anal assault. I peeled the glove off and threw it on her chest. She reeled from the surprise. I stepped up and put my arms around her elevated legs to steady her. I thrust balls deep into her. She screamed as I rocked back and forth, my cock entering and leaving her in a repetitive pattern. I felt her tense up, and go wet. I slid my arms lower down her legs to get better leverage. In and out. In and out. When my load ripped into her, she smiled and then started to giggle.
I eased out and then walked around the side of the bed.
"Clean it."
Jenny opened her mouth and searched for it. I guided into her mouth and she took it all before bringing her hand up to squeeze what little cum remained.
I removed the blindfold so that I could see her eyes once again. They were glossy and content.
"I think he'll be happy," she said.
"You think?"
"He damned well better be," she laughed. "I ate ass for his ass."
I had moved back to the foot of the bed and began to unshackle her feet. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine.
"For him or for you," I questioned.
Her brow furrowed as she thought about the question and what it meant. She was quiet as I pulled the bindings down.
"I liked it," she offered.
"So, tell me what's the plan now?" I asked.
"I think you know," she countered.
"Christmas dinner?" I said.
Jenny smiled. Her face got serious.
"Is it bad that I liked it?"
I shook my head.
The sense of the moment had passed. Jenny sat on the foot of the bed, she used her arms to try and cover as much of herself as she could. The exposure had her feeling unsettled.
I gave her a towel to wipe off with and once done she wrapped it around herself.
"No," I said. I pulled the towel from her.
A puzzled look crossed her face and her eyes narrowed.
"You're still mine," I said. I lingered over her. My 6'3 frame cast a shadow across her. She felt small. I could see it in her eyes.
"You ate my ass remember?"
A smile creased her face and the unease disappeared.
"That was my Christmas dinner," she joked.
"And now you have to go give your boyfriend his."