Alex was there on time.
But he was there naked. Well, under a robe. He showed up at my door in a robe, and he opened it when I yanked him inside, embarrassed for him (luckily no one saw) and he flung open his robe to reveal his newly shaved genitals.
Friday. Another full moon. His stomach immediately was in knots. His palms started to sweat. He pondered picking up the phone and telling her no. Telling her no right then. After last time, while the closeness afterward was a level he’d never experienced before, true fear of her other self was terrifying him. To Laura, he could endure anything.
“You’re going to have to fuck me,” I told him plainly as I felt the latex item in my hand. “And make me cum. Without using your hands, without using your mouth. ” The item that he regarded with such disdain was an inflatable latex gag, an item he particularly hated because it hurt his jaw, affected his breathing and tasted terrible.
“Akasha, the need for submission is wired into you. You can’t just shut it off. It provides something to you that fulfills you. You are fine now with it because you just romped that little boytoy a couple of weeks ago. In three months you’ll be on edge, and you’ll see him as the guy that took it all away from you. And the guy who loves you more than anything, but doesn’t love you enough to give you what you consider ‘one little thing'”
And when he looked up at her through tear-stained eyes, he saw fire.
“You scare the hell out of me,” he said to her once as she held him after he took it for her. “And I am so in love with you.”
Sometimes I wonder if he purposely provokes me. Most of the time I think not because the beast in me really scares him. It makes him glow like nothing else when he knows he is the reason for my greatest pleasure.
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I stick my fingers in his mouth. One. Then two. Then three. Wearing gloves. Black latex gloves. Simply satisfied to watch him fight to keep up with me. Violating his lips unceremoniously. No rhyme or reason. His eyes shut tight as if there were mirrors there (there aren’t).
I am speculating now, but I think submissive men are still, for the most part, sensation-oriented, and the femdom of their dreams, or in their fantasies, is more sensation-driven as well. That is, domination is a series of acts and reactions mostly based on physical, sensual, sexual, erotic things. She does it because it turns her on (the act); he endures it because it turns him on (either the act, or her enjoyment of it, or a combination of both).
Having his legs up, knees bent, ankles strapped in stirrups was even more objectifying and hot. The position was such that his legs were pulled back and up far enough that his ass was pointed up and his hole was visible and accessible to all. Still tight and willing, it sat there as an invitation to all that wanted to violate him - by finger, by tongue, by dildo, or by cock.
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