Ch. 02 of My First Dominant Girlfriend
Rebecca and I had another dinner date and a movie date within a few weeks. We locked lips in both situations, but she never invited me into her abode, and I was fine with that. I'd been processing our last encounter, the one where she had dominated me. As time went on, I desired it more and more. My manhood swelled at the memory of her scent, her feet, her derriere making me get on all fours. My mind fought back, telling me it wasn't for me, but my small member had other ideas.
Eventually, she requested my presence at her residence once more to prepare a meal. I picked up some supplies and a few bottles of wine and visited her place. Unlike the previous time, she was relaxing on the couch, sipping on vino and listening to music. We chatted about our days while I whipped up a light dish and a salad. We opened a second bottle of wine by the time dinner was served and made our way to her couch. She seldom consumed so much alcohol, but perhaps she was trying to loosen up.
We nested and engaged in some kissing. Her hand roamed to my groin and mumbled in my ear, "Looks like he's awake. Did you want to lick my ass again?"
My member grew instantly rigid. Her vocal change and the thrilling words, so different from her usual sweet tone—the girl-next-door attitude—sent my heart racing.
She sipped her wine before speaking. "So, John, I know the last experience must have seemed unusual for you, but I genuinely enjoyed it. Would you be honest and tell me if you felt the same?"
"I loved it," I blurted, immediately regretting it. I did not want to admit how much it turned me on or how I questioned my masculinity in that instance.
She brushed it off. "Excellent. I could tell you'd respond positively this time. I've dated dominating men before who were well-endowed. It's a natural occurrence. However, I can't become aroused by a dominant man with a small, skinny penis. Men like you are the ones who make me submit."
She sported a wide grin at my perplexed expression and emitted a slight laugh, clearly enjoying my confusion. "Listen, John, I appreciate our relationship outside the bedroom and want to maintain that part of us. But when we're in the bedroom, I crave and demand the dominant/submissive play we experienced last time...and more. If you're not comfortable with it, tell me. I can't continue if I'm not sure."
I gulped down the wine. "I understand what you're saying. I think I'm comfortable with it. However, I've never tried anything like this before, so I have no idea if I'll satisfy your desires."
She beamed. "Quit worrying about that! Imagine me as your teacher. Just follow my directions, and I'll show you what I want. Don't fret about anything else." Softly, she added a phrase that really got me excited, "I just want you to be my good boy. Do you know how to be my good boy, John?" She stroked my manhood through my pants.
"Well... by obeying your instructions?"
"Exactly right, John! And remember, that's for both inside and outside the bedroom."
"Understood."
"Good." Before I could blink, she walked into her bedroom. She kept the lights on; it was a relief. She undid her top button, exposing ample cleavage. Her C-cup breasts, suburban tan, and erect nipples grabbed my attention.
"Let's see." Her gaze shifted to my crotch. "Nope. Still skinny and small. Good." She lightly tapped my member before forming a mischievous smile. "I like it hard, John. My good boy is perfect."
As if it was a request, she asked something strange. "When was the last time you washed your body?" I responded that it was shortly before visiting her. "I appreciate that," she said, then grazed my buttocks. "Your ass is nice, John. I know it's been a while since we've done anything together. You must have quite a bit of cum built up."
I answered affirmatively. "Yes." She smacked my ass roughly, causing me to flinch. "Have you jerked off, John? Be honest."
I acted innocent. "Not really."
She struck my bottom again this time with more force. "How often have you done it?" Her voice was close to screaming. This was not what I'd anticipated.
"To be honest, only twice.", I answered with a slight chuckle because it seemed so bizarre.
She hit me once more. "Don't laugh! This is serious.", she cried out. I agreed. "No more masturbating without getting the green light. Not even a single time. Do you comprehend?" I nodded. "I'm not joking, John. I need to know you're trustworthy." She repeated the question. "I understand, and I'll keep my word", I replied. "I won't touch myself unless you tell me it's okay."
She asked, "Would you stop your masturbation?" "Yes", I responded. "What won't you do?" She asked. "I'll never do it again unless you say so.", I assured her. "Great. Now, go lie down on the bed on all fours and face the wall at the top of it.", she ordered.
I followed her instructions and felt really awkward. I glanced over and noticed her taking items out of her bureau drawer. She discovered she was being watched. "Face the wall!", she shouted again.
I obeyed and gazed at the wall. She walked around and sat near the edge, gently kneading my back with her knee pressed on the bed. "You're listening well, John. Don't worry - it'll feel natural soon. I'm here to support you.", she consoled. Then she extended her hand and stroked my penis. She started with little pressure and then increased it slightly. I couldn't help but emit a deep moan. She murmured, "Do you enjoy it? I'm closer now. I'm here for you." Her hand continued to stroke, gradually applying more pressure. I emitted a large groan. "Your semen is bottled up inside you, isn't it?", she guessed. "What?" "Cummies", she clarified. "Ever heard of that word?" I couldn't care. "Yes!" I almost shouted. "The way you touch me feels incredible."
Her hand loosened its grasp, moved more slowly, and then stopped. I cried out softly in disappointment and desperation. She wandered away, leaving me straining against the wall, hoping she'd return. Instead of continuing her earlier actions, she approached and stroked my back. "You're eager, aren't you, John?" I acknowledged. She whispered in my ear, "Imagine how much you'd enjoy licking me down there?" I nodded. She raised a pair of her underwear - a thong - in front of my face.
"I wore these all day yesterday and this morning when I went running. Yesterday evening, I masturbated in them. Do you wish to sample my pussy, John?" I agreed. "First, just smell them." She brought the thong right up to my nostrils, and I took several deep inhales. They smelled delicious, with her aroma and sweat evident. "Good job, John. Now, I want you to savor them." She then placed the thong in my mouth and shoved her hand. "Keep them in your mouth. Enjoy them." While I couldn't say they tasted great, I could perceive intense scents from them, and she moved her hand back to my dick. I groaned with pleasure and craved to sense even more of her thong. "Can you also sense my ass, John?" I replied in a positive tone. "Fine."
She continued to gently massage my dick and then positioned herself behind me. "Continue savoring my thong, John." As she stroked my dick her other hand began to caress my ass. "It seems wonderful.", I commented. She paused and placed her finger against my hole but halted instead. "Does this feel good, John? Still love my thong?" I nodded and moaned yes. "Remain still.", she said.
She left for a moment and came back with something in her hand. I could hear strange clanking noises and realized she wore mechanic-style gloves, which made a characteristic snapping sound. I started to feel absurd and fearful. She opened a bottle. It was clear to me what this was. Fear gripped me. My penis went slightly soft. "Continue tasting my thong, John. Show me that you're a good boy. We'll get your tiny penis hard again. I know you want to expel those cummies". She picked something up.
Then I felt her hands back on my ass, almost massaging it but her hands were cold from the nitrile gloves. "Keep breathing and tasting my thong, John. Be my good boy. We'll revive that tiny penis of yours."
She kneaded my buttocks; her digits again began to probe my behind. It edged me towards pleasure, but she paused right above my opening and inserted a fingertip. I instinctively inched towards her, prompting a slap on my posterior. "Hold right there, John. This won't hurt if you're a good boy and stay still. Will you comply?" I nodded vigorously, my mouth still filled with her panties. "Keep still, then."
She gently slipped her finger a tad further in. I'd never experienced anything breaching my anus. The sensation felt peculiar, and just as I thought she must've implanted the entire digit, she announced, "All right, John. Just the tip. Draw in a deep breath, and I'll advance further." I obeyed, fearful of potential pain. To my surprise, though, I found my erect member at full stiffness. "Don't hold your breath, John. Push back against me, gradually." I heeded her orders, pushing against her as she inched her finger in further. Then, abruptly, I detected a peculiar sensation—I can only describe it as a "pop"—yet it felt comfortable and extraordinary! I roared in delight, "ahhh!"
She questioned, "Does it feel nice, John? Yes, my love." My muffled response confirmed its enjoyment. She inserted and withdrew her finger repeatedly, creating more moans from me. It occurred to me that it wasn't her digit doing the moving; it was a phallic toy. Admittedly, I sensed she'd switched to this during the process, likely employing her hand to support it.
Once more, she entered me with the dildo, leaving it inside while returning to my front. She granted me freedom from her panties and commenced gently massaging my back. Her lips gentle whispered, "You seem to have joined me once more, John. Do you savor the experience?"
"Yes; it's sensational. I never expected to like it." She nodded in understanding. She extended her palm down and placed it adjacent to me, weaving her sock in its treads. "Breathe in, John. Recognize my dirty footwear. Your fondness for my fragrance is relentless. That's what I want you to acknowledge since it's all you're about to experience tonight." Immersing my nose in, I inhaled deeply. Then, she hoisted up the sock, rubbing it all over my face. She laid it down and then leaned over, murmuring in my ear.
"Your arms and legs have grown limp, John. I'm permitting you an orgasm release. Are you all set?" Indeed, so I divulged. "A stellar effort, John." She moved back to my waist, resuming her penetration of my rear end. The dildo slid in and out, generating repeated moans from me. "You're so closed up, John. This dildo is small and narrow," she affirmed. It didn't feel petite; I perceived it as quite filling.
"Great job, John, adhering to my request." She withdrew then readjusted into a position behind me. She recommenced oscillations of the dildo within my anus and added a hand stroke to my upright member. Her finger motions synchronised with the dildo's inception and withdrawal. Consequently, the sensation advanced towards explosion. "You're about to erupt, John! Cum for me, unleash your load!" Alongside her words, her strokes quickened, and I whimpered, "yes."
Separating from me, she threw away the dildo. Then she instructed, "Lie upright, John." After compliance, she proclaimed, "Look at your orgasmic discharge, John." She unveiled her gloved hand, covered in my jizz. "I'm proud of you, John."
She affectionately kissed my forehead before informing, "So, John, how shall we deal with your emissions?" I responded, "Could we perhaps discard them in the trash?" She nodded, considering it a good idea, but seeming dismayed at the potential waste. As the gloves went into the dustbin, she caressed my back and then, reverting to her normal demeanour, requested, "fancy watching a movie? We've a drop of wine left." I consented, and we settled in for a film, nodding off in the process.
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