Max Obeys His Mother's Orders
I've always been a strong personality, and in school, guys used to say I was too bossy, loud, and confident.
Sadly, I didn't realize until I became a teenager that women are meant to dominate men, like a mother controlling her son or even her husband. This made sense to me because I'd witnessed my own mother controlling the men in our family. Men need to be submissive, they're too dumb and horny to make the right decisions or know what's best for them. They're like untrained puppies.
The first time I encountered female dominance was through my awesome mother. She was a glamorous woman who exuded power and confidence, similar to me. In our family, men were kept on a short leash by the women, and mine was no different. My father would always serve my mother, and my mother made sure I knew my own worth as well as the worth of the submissive male who serves her.
Totally focused on my career, I'm driven, confident, and have no issue finding work. I took my time in college, making sure I passed everything I needed to. I had a goal of owning a financial advisory company one day, which was a male-dominated field. Fortunately, I became very successful after completing a long apprenticeship and was offered a higher position in our sister company at the age of 24. I couldn't pass up that opportunity.
This is where I met Max. A fairly pale guy in his late 30s. He was attractive, with full lips and sharp features. At first, I thought he might be gay, but his obvious attraction to me and the lack of a stereotypical gay voice made me realize I was wrong. Max seemed unsure of himself. His position didn't match his personality, and I could easily identify the discomfort he felt under authority. His initial desire for me made it clear he held no power over me. And every time I caught him staring at my huge tits, which were barely contained by my silk shirt, I couldn't help but feel pity for him. I know how tempting I can be, with my young, hot, blonde figure, dressed in nylons and a mini-skirt. Any man would fall to their knees with their tongues out.
"Do you like your job, Max?" I'd ask, with an eyebrow raised, assessing his position and him. He would stutter and mumble some response. I could sense his masculinity slipping with each question, and I could feel his desire rising with each weak response.
Max was a great option. His body was slim, thin, and appeared to be the perfect height for giving head. His fingers were long and gangly, which made me excited about potentially watching them sink deep into my pussy while I told him how good a boy he was. I loved his shaggy black hair, which contrasted nicely with my blond hair. I loved the confused look he wore on his face all the time. I wanted him; I wanted him to belong to me and serve me. I just had to make him understand that he wanted me.
In our company's conference room, surrounded by nameless coworkers, is where I decided to make my move. I wanted to turn him on, make him desperate and incredibly embarrassed, so he'd realize he wanted me to control him. I also wanted to show him how much he'd enjoy this freedom, being under my feet. It was simple: I took my red heel off and let my nylon-covered toes crawl up and down his leg, his body tense and unsure but not resisting. His eyes immediately bulged as his head snapped to my attention, exactly where I wanted it. I stroked his legs sensually and moved towards his thighs, rubbing, teasing him until I was certain his dick was fully hard. His tip was pulsating and throbbing with anticipation. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever been touched by a woman before, with how quickly he got erect. The thought of being his first also excited me.
Ultimately, I shifted my feet to massage his erect penis, gradually and painfully, sensing his length grasped underneath my toe. On the verge of his trousers, his cock gave off a distinctive aura of excitement as my toes made their way up and down, feeling the wet patch his pre-cum had instinctually created. With each stroke, his face blushed with embarrassment, need, and most of all, desperation. I distinctly felt his penis pleading to ejaculate, craving for more, so close his hands shuddered in anticipation, holding a pen which was supposed to be recording notes. His lips were slightly open, silent breaths escaping his mouth, his eyes transfixed on me while he frantically awaited. He was on the verge of cumming all over himself in the office where he was supposed to exert authority. I intensified my foot's movements until I perceived he was about to erupt.
Then, I ceased. Retracting my foot from him and sliding it back into my high-heeled shoe. Swiveling my gaze away from him, I felt his embarrassment as the final shred of masculinity had been torn from his grasp.
During the meeting, he scurried off to our shared office.
Entering, his eyes immediately snapped up to me, and his downfall began. "Please don't leave me like this," he stuttered. Radiating heat from his face, he begged me to satisfy the longing he knew not to relieve.
"Leave you like what?" I coolly inquired, turning away to gather my belongings for departure.
"I-I, I... need to cum. It hurts please, I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" I asked, turning my attention toward him. Absorbing the image before me, as he sat at his desk squirming with desperation in his eyes that made my vagina tingle.
Casually striding over to him, I stood in front of him and surveyed him. Struggling to grasp my gaze, he stumbled at my legs, desperate eyes looking up at me with vulnerability.
"Beg," I commanded.
"Please," he murmured, visibly shaken.
"No," I replied, interrupting him. "Beg properly." I signaled to the floor with a motion of my head.
Tentatively, he inched his way toward my feet, his head meeting my gaze in an attempt to read my intentions. After a moment, he commenced to make his way down my legs effortlessly.
"Please, I'm begging you just let me cum," he said his words somewhat stuttering, small. "I-I promise I'll do anything you want just please help me cum! I feel like I'm about to burst through wanting you so much!" he told me confidently, his voice not unsteady or anxious. His eagerness excited me. He instantly learned how to accommodate requests.
"To help you cum, you must make me cum," I coyly said, stroking the back of his scruffy head.
"Yes, yes, please tell me. I'll do anything you want!" he exclaimed emphatically.
Widening my smile, I brought his face closer to my vagina. "If you want me to help you cum, you have to make me cum."
His eyes exhibited uncertainty instantly, grabbing my attention. In spite of his ineptitude, I recalled his inexperience.
"I've never tasted vagina before," he reported, the word sounding childish falling from his naive lips.
"That's all right. I'll assist you. First, taste it." He nodded, obliging. Pushing up my miniskirt, anticipating that it would be panties beneath it, he was shocked to discover I had none. "Just run your tongue up and down, mmmm...yes, you're doing so well. Now, lick my clit back and forth, oooh fuck, yes, just like that,"
He was a natural, taken aback by my audacity. I was taken aback by his eager compliance. His face was concealed with cum, his hands gripped my legs as his body trembled in a trance-like state. It was apparent he was well-suited for this. At my feet, perfectly below me, he was a challenge fit for the making. I could not help but experience a sense of pride. I trusted in our time together would perfect him.
My directions were unnecessary as he assumed them, licking and exploring my vagina, delving his gorgeous, needy tongue into my opening. Thrusting my pelvis against his face, I conveyed my orgasm as a guttural moan escaped my lips. Grasping his hair, I tumbled into climax, warmness pooling in my stomach.
"Hmmm, you're quite the natural."
"Thank you," he muttered unsteadily.
As he continued to service me, my gaze lowered to his erect penis still rock hard, ready to be played with as a reward. "Lie down on the floor with your hands at your sides," I ordered.
As he obeyed, I observed his throbbing penis while glancing at him humiliated and emotional. "Get on your knees," I continued, "with your hands beside your hips."
I settled into my seat, facing away from him. I made sure that my wet pussy descended onto his shirt, leaving an undetectable wet spot. Using my legs, I held him in place with his arms pinned at his sides. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist touching without permission.
I took one of his cocks into my hand and squeezed the base firmly. With the other hand, I caressed his shaft slowly, teasing him along its entire length. His veins were throbbing under my fingers, begging for air as my fist tightly constricted the blood flow. After applying enough pressure, I would quickly release, allowing the sensation of his trapped blood to surge through him before tightening my grip again.
The flow of cum dripping from his cock showed that he was close. "Do you want to cum all over yourself, Max?" I asked, rotating my head to gaze at his face. His face became brightly red with the rapidly building sensations.
"Yes, yes, I want to cum, please!" He cried out desperately.
Increasing the speed and intensity of my actions, his small cock released a large load onto his stomach. He thanked me naturally between laboured breaths, his face still wearing a look of pleasure.
This marked the beginning of Max's submission to me. He would soon become a regular playmate, letting me dominate him in the office or at my house. I appreciated his transformation into a confident and needy man, eager to serve me. This was the life that he was destined for.
several months passed, and as my authority within the company grew, I achieved the position that allowed me to fulfil my deepest desire - to have Max quit his job and live with me as my perpetual submissive. He accepted my choice without question, and quickly adjusted to my training. But his self-control still needed improvement, as it typically does with most men.
Arriving home from a gruelling day of having people disregard my orders and inquire about irrelevant details, I was eager to find Max awaiting me with a chilled glass of pinot rose. Naked and kneeling between his knees and ready to assist in alleviating my tension. When I arrived through the door, I inspected the corridor that connected the entryway to the living room. My house featured vibrant and warm hues of teal and orange, creating a soothing yet passionate atmosphere. The couch in the lounge, my personal favourite, was a deep teal velvet and an incredibly comfortable and easy-to-clean leather couch. I made sure the room was heated in the right way, showcasing beautiful Tiffany-style lamps adorned with green and orange glass stains and dark wooden details. My goal was to create a spiritual ambience. However, the mood was anything but. There was one thing missing - Max in the kneeling position, naked, and holding that pinot rose. Instead, he was frozen in his track, his white skin etched with fear and apprehension.
"Kneel," I commanded, my voice overflowing with rage. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, immediately followed by his head. His athletic, slim body involuntarily shivered in a mixture of fear, excitement, and perhaps something else, I don't know, and I couldn't care less.
"What a disappointment," I hissed, his shoulders stiffened. His imploring gaze met mine in a millisecond. I could sense the explanations on the tip of his tongue.
"Go ahead."
He blurted out excuses, almost panicky. "I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't hear you come in, it won't happen again, please forgive me." His voice was terrified, pleading.
"Are you hard?" I inquired. I could see the enjoyment in his eyes.
With full reservation, he confessed, "Yes ma'am."
"Approach me."
On his knees, he crawled across the wooden floor, reaching the spot where his knees touched my stilettos. He hugged my stockings with his hands and gently rubbed the smooth fabric, occasionally lingering to kiss the surface.
"Please mistress, I'm sorry, I'll be an excellent boy next time," he begged, becoming increasingly aroused. "I can obey, I promise I'll obey. I've been so preoccupied with my hardness today, it's been so difficult to maintain focus on my tasks." He implored, shifting his focus to his erection.
"You know what to do if you want to cum, don't you?" I responded and sat down in the comfy chair beside the front door. I lit the Tiffany-style lamp, bathing his face in a warm glow. His face met with my yearning eyes, and I was greeted by determined eyes hungry for my pussy.
"Your pussy is incredibly wet and exposed, making me extremely aroused," he stated, breathing deeply. It seemed he didn't realise he had begun speaking aloud and was now admiring my sex.
To convey my indifference, I said nothing and spread my legs further, signalling him to proceed. The moment he placed his hands on my bare pussy, he exclaimed, "This pussy is so drenched and bare. It's making my cock so horny." His anticipation intensified as he stared at my cunt.
Softly kissing my thighs, he relishes the delicate skin as he progresses to place small wet pecks along the length of my pussy. He slows down and trails the tip of his now experienced tongue along my vagina. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was playing a game of seduction. Lifting my gaze, I raise my eyebrow as a sign of disinterest. Swiftly, I grab his hair and force his tongue onto my pussy. He reacts with a surprised gasp, but then obeys and shoves his tongue deep into my womb. He circles my clit gently before sucking and flicking it back and forth, placing his tongue flat with an adoring effort to please me.
"You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" I whisper.
I appreciate his transformation into a beautiful submissive.
Transitioning back to his task, he dives his tongue into my vagina again, focusing on my G-spot and carefully licking along the ridges of my tight walls. I can hear him whimpering as he brings his fingers up to meet my wet pussy. He starts pumping not only his tongue but also his fingers, relishing the taste. His mouth returns to my clit, and I feel waves of ecstasy course through my body as my orgasm approaches.
"You're doing so good, keep sucking mommy's clit like that, ugh fuck, you're such a good boy."
My legs go weak, and I groan loudly as I reach ecstacy. He responds immediately, enjoying every ounce of satisfaction he can capture.
"Look at you, my beautiful boy. You look so lovely with my cum all over your handsome face."
"Thank you," he replies, smiling broadly.
I trace my hand across his cheek with tenderness, lock our lips for a moment and then break away. "Go lie down on the couch," I command. He hesitates before complying.
Lowering my gaze, I'm met with a noticeable stain on the crotch of his black boxers - a clear indication of his disobedience.
"Did you cum without my consent?" I ask angrily, my face contorting. "It gets worse; you came without even giving yourself any pleasure" I add, sternly.
He makes no response.
"Remove your boxers and take a seat."
He lifts his buttocks and does what he's told.
"Do you know what angers me most?" I inquire, loosening the pearl buttons of my silk shirt. He stays silent. "Men who lack self-control, who refuse to listen," I clarify. "Men, even boys, who prefer defiance over respect," I continue.
His head drops, and he stares down at the cum he'd wetted himself with.
Slowly, I reach for his cheeks, massaging them gently while also undoing his fly. I settle down on the teal sofa and invite him to bend over my lap. He understands that I will not be merely spanking his buttocks. Instead, I'll be inserting myself. His movements become more fluid as he resumes his natural position from past experiences. I know he loves spankings.
But I don't intend to slap his bottom. I plan to enter it. Sliding my fingers back and forth, I prepare him, stretching his tight entrance. He tenses up, intending to look at me, but I make him meet my eyes. I insert two fingers into his ass, causing him to shout in pain.
"Ah-ahh, please, mistress. That hurts!" He cries, his voice frightened. While fingering him, I thrust my fingers in and out of his hole.
I grab his neck and tilt his head so he can see my face. Pain and pleasure have merged, evoking a strange mix of discomfort and arousal.
"Do you see what happens to boys like you, Max, who try to cum without mummy's approval?" I ask, moving my fingers in and out at a faster pace. I can sense that he may orgasm again despite the pain.
"Mommy, I'm going to cum! Please, can I cum? I'm sorry. It won't happen again. Mommy just arouses my cock so much I can't control myself."
"What are you calling me now? I could hear you."
"A whore, a slut for mommy, please. I'll be good; just let me cum. I'm so close." He pleads, tears flowing from his eyes.
"Cum then."
He groans loudly as he reaches another climax, and amidst the erotic wetness between my legs, he releases my fingers. I take them away, feeling my own arousal rising anew. With his stay of grace, we could play all day.
When he's settled down, I direct him to wait for me in my room.
Upon entering, I'm greeted by my stunning four-poster bed, draped in red curtains. The silk covers shimmer under the red light bulbs. Resting on top is the thin frame of my submissive.
"Lie down."
"I don't think I can handle it anymore, ma'am," he says while still moving as instructed.
"Ohh," I coo, "but I know you can, my love," which is met with complete silence. I climb on top of him, taking my fingers that were in his ass and bringing them to his mouth while simultaneously moving my dripping pussy up and down his cock. He knows how sensitive he is, and I know that the slightest touch of my hot pussy would be sending him wild.
"Do you want to be a little cum whore for mommy?" I inquire, pouting my lips. He recognizes my implication, but only briefly displays a moment of doubt. But I know him better than he knows himself. He's a junkie; a filthy one at that.
He takes my fingers into his mouth, sucking on a mix of my and his cum as well as the taste of his own ass. "Mmm, does that taste good?" he mumbles, cautiously enjoying the special treat. Deeper, I tug my fingers in his mouth while massaging his cock with my pussy. I'm aware of how much he adores this sensation.
"Do you want to be my little cum slut?" I inquire, pouting my face. At this point, he realizes the implication and his eyes widen. Doubt crosses his face for a brief moment, but I know him well. He's a needy, dirty little whore.
He sucks my fingers into his mouth while taking in the mix of my and his cum. "Mmm, it tastes delicious," he whispers, closing his eyes and savoring the sensation. My fingers slowly move deeper down his throat.
Meanwhile, I position his cock at my entrance and slide him into my tight pussy. As I ride him, it's evident how sensitive he is; how much his cock must feel pleasured by being buried in my wet cunt. I can almost feel his cock vibrating inside my tight hole. I tighten my grip on the walls of my pussy, swallowing him deeper, causing him to cry out. His eyes are wild, darting all over my body as he focuses on my sexual arousal.
His cock is hyper-sensitive, and I can feel it shaking, begging for release.
"Do you like the feeling of mommy's tight pussy?" I inquire, speeding my motion. My tits jiggle enticingly.
"Yes," he grunts out.
"Do you want to cum inside mommy?"
"Please, mommy- I want to so badly, please, just this once," he says, gripping the bedsheets.
I grasp his nipples and twist them fiercely as I feel him fight against himself, attempting to prevent himself from breaking my rules. He's such a good boy. His pussy contracts with each exertion, getting wetter and wetter; the tension building.
"Go ahead, my love, cum," I urge, moaning in pleasure. I feel his cock twitch, then thrust against his will, emptying his sperm into my tight cunt.
"Thank you," he whispers.
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