Dominance

Disclaimer: 

The following is a written version of a dominance fantasy.  While sitting with my lover, we sometimes come up with ideas for role-play scenes we’d like to enact. 

Since we are both consenting adults with lots of pre-arranged understanding, role-play is lots of fun. We do not, however, condone rape in any form, and we do not condone non-consensual sex in any way.

The characters in this story are strictly consenting adults who pre-arrange to take on the roles as written.

If you can’t differentiate between consensual adult sex games and rape, please see our Main Page and Information Section before reading any further.

Dominance

"EVERYTHING!  I mean it!"

My eyes were heavy with lust. He had been fondling me so long, I could hardly stand it anymore.  He stopped touching me and quickly, impatiently unfastened his pants. His sex stood before me, threateningly. "Suck me," he demanded. I moved my face within inches of him. Then I hesitated.

"I said SUCK ME!" He grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my head down, forcing my mouth to engulf all of him. With my hair in his hands he drove my mouth up and down against his sex, moving his hips and fucking my mouth at the same time. With the other hand he fondled my nipple, never letting me forget I belonged to him. The excitement in my veins made me want his dominance.

With short, harsh sentences he directed me. "Lick me. Underneath."

"Oh yeah, that’s good. That’s good."

"Deeper. Deeper. Oh yeah."

After what seemed like an eternity, his hand moved from my breast to his own sex, and he began stroking himself. At the same time he pushed and pulled my hair to follow him, pressing my mouth down his shaft just where he wanted it. Suddenly he came in my mouth. He held me there and I tasted him, swallowed him.

"Stay there." My lips were still around him. "Don’t move."

"Lick me underneath." I did.

When he had "recovered" from the high of his orgasm, he got up. "STAY there." He said. He found my scarves. My stomach began to turn.

"Lay back." When I layed flat, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them high above my head. With a scarf he tied them together, first wrapping one, then the other, then tying the ends of the scarf together. "Can you get free?" I tried. I couldn’t. "Is it too tight?" It wasn’t.  I shook my head.

Then he took a long belt from one of my robes and tied one end to my wrists. Tucking the other end under the head of the bed, he secured my arms in place…not to tight, but I couldn’t move.

"Now you can’t stop me," he said. "I’ll touch you and look at you for as long as I want."

He came closer to my ear and whispered, "You’re all mine." I began to writhe, and he grabbed my face, "ALL mine." Then he very slowly opened his mouth, and breathing against my cheek he flattened his tongue against me and slowly licked up along the side of my face. The gesture was so repulsive, so commanding, yet my body responded strongly. He’d never do that normally. I tried to avoid him, but he did it again.

"I’m going to do whatever I want to you.  Do you hear me?" Was he reading my mind?

Then he stood back to admire his accomplishment. He just looked at me. His stare was like heat on my skin. I felt helpless, and he knew it. I stretched against my bonds, testing to see if I could loosen them. "Forget it. You can’t escape me," he said. "You can’t get away." The tone of his voice was like a singsong tease. "You might just as well enjoy what I’m going to do to you, because you can’t get away." But he just stood there watching me, as though he enjoyed seeing the writhing of my body, seeing the way my breasts undulated when I moved. "MMmmmm," he purred.

Then he moved to the end of the bed and held my ankles in place, scanning my breasts and belly again with is eyes. "You have such a beautiful body," he taunted. "So beautiful." Holding me there, he took his time looking at me.

Soon he forced his knees between mine, and he lay on top of me. With one hand he began to caress my hair, as though he had never been able to caress a woman’s hair before; like an animal, exploring a new delight for the first time. Was this why he was taking me this way? The man who had never been allowed to have a woman?

Then he held my chin with one hand and kissed me, hard. Pressing his lips against me. Shoving his tongue into my mouth. His other hand began exploring my body...posessing me.   His hand roughly pressed agsinst my ribs, my belly, my breasts. When I tried to writhe away from him, he pressed his hips into me and lay against me harder. I could feel his sex getting hard. "Oh yeah, try to escape me. I like when you move like that." My undulations below him were exciting him. The movement of my breasts summoned his lust, and the writhing of my body was the same as if I had been in great pleasure. He liked seeing how his actions created reactions in me...he enjoyed watching it.  His control?

After he’d brutally stripped me of my pants and panties, he tied scarves around both knees, then attached a rope to one and passed it under the bed, attaching it to the other knee, and pulled the rope tight. It forced my legs apart, spreading me, opening me for him. He left me naked and tied there this way for so long that I lost all track of time. He kept walking around me, looking. Sometimes he would touch me, caress me delicately, like an artist appreciating a fine sculpture. Sometimes he’d brutally shove a finger inside me and bring me to the edge of orgasm, but stop before I arrived.

For a while I pleaded with him. "Please untie me," but he told me to shut up. When I continued to plead, he got annoyed and tied one of my cotton belts around my mouth, stifling my words. It pulled tight against my cheeks. "You will do as I tell you. If not, I will be sure you DO." He tied it tight.

"Just a little cotton belt." He cooed. "This way I can still hear your cries when I fuck you," he whispered.

Sometimes he forced me to watch him stroke himself while he looked at my body.

Sometimes he caressed my nipples to excite me, until the juices flowed from me, and he snickered in pleasure at his ability to control my body.

Soon he was naked, standing between my legs. "I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before." He got on his hands and knees and stood over me, threatening me. Kissing wherever he wanted. Touching wherever he wanted. Caressing the inside of my thighs. Using my moisture to stroke himself.

Then he put the tip of his penis against me, and spent what seemed like hours dipping just the tip of it inside me, yet not fully penetrating me. "I’m going to take you now," he kept whispering over and over, but all he did was watch himself on the outside of me. "I’m going to take you now…..I’m going to take you now…."

When he finally plunged inside me, it was deep and forceful. He grunted his final achievement loudly.  Like an animal he fucked me for his pleasure. Sometimes he stroked me, relishing he feel of my skin under his hands. "You can’t stop me," he teased. Sometimes he deliberately brought me close to orgasm, then changed his pace. Finally he fucked me hard and deep, until he came. He collapsed on top of me, and stroked my hair in silence. "That was so good," he said finally. Then he got up, but he didn’t release me.

He knew where my "toys" were stashed, and he found one. Teasingly, sarcastically he drawled, "Now I'm REALLY going to 'take care' of you, my little toy!"

He slowly came closer to me, showing me his full intent.  "When I'm done you're going to be so exhausted from coming...you'll know my power, you'll KNOW I own   your body, I can play you like an instrument...  You'll know I can make you come until you can't take anymore...and you'll want me to give you that pleasure so much, you'll BEG me to take you again.."  He shoved the dildo hard inside me, hitting my g-spot and making me writhe.  Then using short strokes, he tested my limits, making me come over and over again.  Hard, fast; slow and deliberate, making me come over and over...it seemed like he fucked me with it for hours.  How many times did he make me orgasm?

When I was so exhausted I thought I'd die, he took the gag from around my mouth. "Tell me you’re mine."