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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.
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The door opened. With a smile I went to greet him. But he was looking at me sternly.
"Get on your knees."
I was dumbfounded. Shocked. The smile left my face.
"I SAID, GET on your KNEES." My eyes widened in disbelief.
"N O W ! !" he roared. I dropped immediately to my knees. My eyes feel to the ground as well.
"Take off your sweater. NOW!" As I began to move, he added, "Slowly!" And as I disrobed he spoke, "MMmmmm, very nice." He watched me, enjoying each movement. Watching each line.
Moments passed as I waited there on my knees. He was looking at me, I could feel it. He took off his coat and hung it by the door. Then he just stood and looked at me. Staring. Probing my body with his eyes. "Very beautiful," he said, a bit too slowly. "Verrrrrry beautiful."
Then he came and stood next to me. Just stood there. His hands at his sides, his calf against my thighs, his thighs against my side. He just stood there. It seemed like hours passed.
Finally he moved his hand slightly. He was so close to me, the slight gesture was enough to immediately touch my breast. Upon contact I gasped and recoiled. "DID I TELL YOU TO MOVE?" he roared. I returned to my place, and he began fondling my breast, this time with more determination. My blood began to boil in my veins. He teased me, deliberately. I could feel him watching my reactions. I could feel his pleasure at his ability to make me respond to him. I felt I was melting, unable to stop my body’s response to his touch.
"Get up," he said after a few minutes. I stood. I was wet with excitement, weak with trepidation. He grabbed me by the arms, just below the shoulder, and shoved me down onto one of the kitchen chairs. "Sit there."
As I sat motionless he prepared something to eat. I felt his eyes on me as he moved, enjoying his centerpeice. Each moment that he was not occupied, he was looking at me. Enjoying my body. Enjoying the knowledge that I was serving his desires.
When his food was ready and laid out on the table, he sat down with his legs spread. "Come here." I went to him, and he pushed me to sit on the chair in front of him. Top-naked before him this way, he caressed and fondled me while he ate. Occasionally he fed me. He purred in pleasure while he caressed me, as though the joy of touching me was more delicious than his food. "I’m going to touch you as long as I want. You are mine," he said. I shuddered. Sometimes he just caressed me, sometimes he fondled and teased me. Sometimes he laughed at the way I moaned at his touch; his power to make me respond pleased him. "You are mine," he repeated, "I will do as I please."