Holly and I met ten years ago, and have managed to keep our friendship going despite life's many changes. Although we only see each other a few times a year, we began a strong e-mail relationship about a year ago, and that has been our primary means of communication.
In the last six months, those messages have become decidedly more sexual, as we began to discuss our mutual fantasies. I confessed a desire to dominate someone, while Holly had admitted to being excited by both sides of the master/servant equation. We even joked about who would master whom; playing out roles on the net, constantly teasing each other, but never following through.
Last weekend, I agreed to meet some old friends for drinks. Since it was on Holly's side of town, I stopped by her place to say hi first. We talked, had a beer, and I invited her to join us. Somewhere in the back of my head the wheels were already turning, though I would never have admitted it.
We had drinks with six or seven friends, and got pretty lit. Holly's not much of a drinker, and before long she was completely loaded. We said goodbye to the others and I drove her home. Even at this point, if you had asked me what was going to happen, I would have said "nothing".
When we stepped into Holly's apartment, it was as if we stepped out of our selves and into our "roles". I know that sounds weird, but the lighting, the mood, everything seemed to draw us in. She stepped up to me and we embraced in a hug. Before long, out lips found each other and we locked in a passionate kiss.
Now I'm no stranger to women, and I've found myself in this situation many times before, but for some reason, maybe the drinks or all those e-mails about dominance, this time I had to the courage to play my part. And I played it to perfection.
I gently took Holly's hands in mine and placed them on top of her flowing red hair. Then, slowly, I began to work my hands along the ample curves of her body. Instinctively, she slid her hands down to touch me. At that point, I could have just given up, but I didn't. Firmly but quietly I said "Put your hands back on top of your head". And she did as I asked. "Good girl". Things were definitely going my way.
Emboldened by this little victory, my hands moved more freely, cupping her large breasts and exploring her inner thighs, and ass. "Do you like that?" No answer. "I said, do you like that?"
"Yes" she whispered, lost in a sea of booze, desire and growing submission. I decided to take a chance.
"Yes, what?" a said firmly. Again, no answer. I gave her a swat on the ass, not hard, but definitely a message. "Yes what?"
After a moment, the corners of her mouth turned up in a sexy smile, and she whispered, "Yes, Master." She was going to submit, but neither of us had any idea to what extent.
"That's right, I am your Master. And what does that make you?", I asked as I peeled off her top. In an instant, her bra joined her top on the floor. Holly's breasts were gorgeous, large and round with big juicy nipples that were rock hard.
"I'm ... I'm ... your slave." she whimpered. "Damn right you are." I slipped her tight pants over her thighs and down to the floor. Her panties followed, exposing her flaming red bush. "And what are you going to do for me?"
"Anything you want", she moaned as I ran my fingers between her legs. Normally, if a woman said those words to me, I'd be in heaven. But tonight, that wasn't going to be good enough. I landed a second slap, this time a little harder, on her exposed ass cheek. It left a little red mark. "Get it right, bitch. What are you going to do for me?"
"Anything you want, Master." She wasn't smiling anymore; this was getting serious and we both knew it.
"Play with your tits for me".
"Yes Master", and she did as I commanded. I couldn't believe it! I was standing there watching my friend fondle her tits with abandon for my pleasure. I was so turned on, and that only fueled my fire for more control. I grabbed her crotch roughly; she was soaking wet! Apparently we were both getting into the game.
"What's this?"
"It's my ... my ..."
