Once upon a time, I considered myself a submissive woman. My sexual fantasies were all about a strong powerful man dominating me and me being his servant.
One day, I met a man who appeared strong and powerful to me. He told me his name, Frank. He took an interest in me and asked me out.
Our first date was at the local bowling alley. I should exercise more, and bowling is one way. Frank was a better bowler than I was, but we had fun and got to know each other better.
Our second date was at Texas Roadhouse. He had a sirloin and I had the grilled chicken. After dinner, we went to a nearby park to walk and talk. We walked until dusk.
As I got to know Frank, he was everything I imagined wanting in a partner and a dominant.
After our third date, when we were back at my apartment, I told Frank about my fantasies and he listened to me going on and on describing all the things I wanted sexually. By the time I was done talking, I wanted him to fuck me right then and there.
Then, Frank started telling me about his tease and denial fantasy. It was extremely detailed and it was obvious that he'd spent a long time thinking about it.
Basically, Frank wanted me to lock his cock in a chastity cage and tease him by being sexually fulfilled. I could have all the orgasms I wanted while I limited him to approximately one orgasm a month by my hand.
We would never fuck. He wanted me to have a boyfriend and cuckold him so I wouldn't miss out on fucking. He would eat my pussy as much as I wanted.
Frank also wanted me to torture him. His favorite torture idea was for him to lock himself by his ankle in the backyard, naked and gagged, under the scorching summer sun with a bottle of sunscreen on the ground too far away for him to reach, while my boyfriend and I sat on a porch swing, drinking beer, and watching him burn.
When I heard that, I wanted to be the one chained naked under the scorching sun, even though I burn way too easily to actually do it.
After Frank finished telling me about his fantasy, I had him eat my pussy. After all, it was his fantasy to service me and I was still horny, both from talking about my fantasies and hearing his fantasies. He was awkward at first, but after a little direction, he was nibbling on my clit just like I wanted and I had a pleasant orgasm.
While we were in bed cuddling, my first thought was we could switch. I'd spend some time teasing him and he'd spend some time dominating me. We discussed my idea, and I discovered that his response would be to take all the things I teased him about while I submitted to him.
As one example, Frank wanted me to tease him with my boobs. I was supposed to keep them covered up and only let him see them when I was edging him with my hand. Sure, I could do that. But as soon as I submitted to him, he would treat my tits like his personal stress balls. Sure, that would be fun at first but would get annoying after a couple of days.
I can't say that I blame him. If you tease somebody with anything they want and then give it to them, they're likely to want lots of it.
After thinking about my situation for a few weeks, I decided that the only way I could live with Frank was to control him all the time. If I did so, the only way I could be submissive was to find a boyfriend who would dominate me.
I discussed my thoughts with Frank one evening, and he agreed that a boyfriend would be the best way for me to control him and also be submissive. I was warming up to the idea of teasing Frank.
One of the things Frank wanted was a woman with large boobs. Granted, mine weren't as large as he would have liked but they were large enough. He wanted me to keep them covered up. The only times he'd get to see them was when I edged him and sometimes when I tortured him. I was intrigued by his idea of breast worship. All the other guys I dated were so casual with my tits.
Frank also wanted a woman who smoked. I smoked socially, so I thought I could smoke a little more often if he wanted me to.
Frank's idea of a tease and denial relationship was more about bondage and discipline, rather than domination and submission. I liked that idea, as I didn't see myself as a dominant woman. I'd be more like a jailer, keeping his cock under lock and key. Teasing him seemed like a fun idea, especially since he didn't want any verbal humiliation. He wanted me to tease him with my actions.
Since Frank and I each lived in an apartment, we started looking for a house to purchase together. I wanted a room we could convert into a dungeon and he wanted a house with a large backyard or near a wooded area. What we both wanted were places to play sexually, mine inside and his outside.
Finally, we found a farmhouse that was perfect. The house itself was tiny, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and bedroom. The bedroom was large enough for a queen-sized bed and space for a dining room chair so Frank could watch me cuckold him. The 12-acre property had an old barn near the house, which I thought would be perfect for an elaborate dungeon. The property was secluded enough that we could play sexually outside. Nine of the twelve acres were leased to the farmer next door, so we'd have a little additional income to help pay the mortgage. The only downside would be that Frank would have a 90 minute commute each way to work.
I worked from my apartment, so as long as I had a good internet connection, I was good. There was no room in the house, but the barn was large enough for me to have a nice studio.
We bought the farm.
After Frank moved out of his apartment and into the house, he started renovating the barn. Thank goodness for YouTube videos.
Each weekend, I would drive to the farmhouse and help Frank. By help, I mean I would sit on a bale of hay, topless in daisy dukes, holding a flogger. Frank would be naked, wearing nothing but socks, shoes, and his chastity cage. He would work until he was thirsty, and then he would come over and beg me for a bottle of cold water from the ice chest. While he drank the water, I'd hit him with the flogger and tell him "Get back to work". It may not have been the most productive approach, but we both had fun.
Friday and Saturday night, he'd take a shower and eat my pussy while I relaxed on the bed. I was still sweaty from sitting in the barn all day, which he seemed to enjoy. After I had my orgasm and rested, I'd take a shower and then we would cuddle and go to sleep.
Sunday afternoon, after we both took a shower, I'd chain him to his bed, straddle his thighs, and teasingly masturbate him with my hand for two to three hours. About once a month, after the edging, I'd stroke him to an explosive orgasm. I was holding his cock, so I'd try and have him hit my boobs with his cum. He really liked me taking cigarette breaks in between the stroking. Watching me smoke topless was a sexual turn on for him and less stroking for me. After cleaning him up, locking his cock up, and unchaining him from the bed, I'd kiss him goodbye and drive back to my apartment.
Meanwhile, when I would go shopping during the week, I was looking for my dominant boyfriend. I figured if he was dominant he would approach me, so the only thing I did was wear low cut blouses when I went out. I could be picky about a boyfriend since I already had a "husband". No, we weren't married yet.
It took a long time, but finally the day came when the roof of the barn was waterproof, the walls were sealed, the barn doors working, and I had a climate controlled studio inside the barn. We didn't want to borrow any more money for the renovation, so we did them as we could afford them. I moved out of my apartment and moved in with Frank.
The only thing left to do was build a climate controlled dungeon inside the barn. Again, this took a while for us to afford.
When I went shopping in the town near the farm, I was being approached almost every time I went out. In the city, no one approached me. In a more rural area, not only was nearly everyone greeting me, but men were coming on to me. It took me a few weeks to get used to exchanging pleasantries and being approached.
After a while, the dungeon was finished. It had a 10-foot high ceiling and plenty of room for furniture. Frank had added on a bathroom where we could shower and change, which was great. Since Frank had made everything else in the barn, he would make the dungeon furniture as we could afford it. I told him to make whatever furniture he wanted and after that, he would make any furniture that I wanted.
Meanwhile, I was flirting with every man that approached me. I loved the attention and loved that I could go home and tease Frank about my encounters. I was happy, even though I still wanted to submit to somebody.
The first piece of dungeon furniture Frank completed was a St. Andrew's cross. We took turns buckling each other to the cross. When I put Frank on the cross, I'd unlock his chastity cage and do sexy things in front of him so he would get hard and not be able to touch himself. When he put me on the cross, he would whip my back and ass with the flogger. We were having fun.
One day when I was grocery shopping, it happened. This guy was coming on to me and I was flirting with him. By the time we got to the registers, he told me his name was Kevin. I gave him my name and number and we both checked out and left. I felt like something good was going to happen.
That night, when Frank and I were in bed, I told him what happened at the grocery store. After I finished my story, Frank went under the covers and ate me to the best orgasm I'd had in weeks. We kissed and cuddled for a long time afterward until we fell asleep.
The next piece of dungeon furniture Frank completed was a stretching table. It didn't interest me, but Frank loved when I would turn the crank, stretching him until he could barely stand it, and stand by the stretching tale topless playing with his cock. He knew I was never going to stroke him to an orgasm on the table because I didn't want to harm him, but he really enjoyed my edging him while he was stretched.
One day, Kevin called me and asked me out to dinner. I told him yes, and agreed to meet him at the local Texas Roadhouse Tuesday night. Until I got to know Kevin better, I didn't want him to know where I lived.
That night, when Frank and I were in bed together, I told him about my date. Again, I got a wonderful oral orgasm and we cuddled for a while before falling asleep.
I met Kevin at the Texas Roadhouse. We were brought to a table and he ordered a sirloin steak and fries. I ordered a chicken breast and vegetables.
Kevin told me about his job as a farm manager and I told him about my studio and my YouTube videos.
