He came to me heartbroken and pissed off at the world. A bitter divorce left him in financial ruins and ill prepared for any kind of in-depth relationship. Along with all this he determined that he is a dominant male. I found out that he is not dominant; he just hates women so much that he enjoys feeling powerful in their presence. If he felt himself getting attached to someone before he met me, he would do things to drive her away then blame her for leaving. It has been a vicious cycle.
I've had my share of ups and downs as well but rather than blaming the world I looked inside myself, with the help of a friend. Sometimes people see things in us that we don't know exist. He needs to look inside himself right now and I'm going to help him.
We've dated a few months. I've tolerated his lame, dominant bullshit long enough. I've decided that tonight will be the night to set things straight or turn him loose.
After we went out for supper we stopped for a drink. He flirted with the waitress then laughed when she walked away. "Women eat that shit up." He said in a condescending manner.
I really wondered if I was doing the right thing or if I should just leave him to his miserable detached life. I commented with little expression. "I think you enjoy it too."
"Yeah," he said, "it's fun for a while but it wears off quickly." He looked down at his drink then back up at me. "Are you about ready to leave?"
I returned his glance. "Let's go back to my place."
"Ok," he said as he slid out of the chair, "but you'll have to drink so I don't get picked up for drinking and driving."
I stood my ground. "I think you should drive. I've been drinking too."
He whined. "But if I get picked up and have to pay high risk insurance I won't be able to pay all my bills and child support."
Yet again, I stood my ground. "You should have thought about that before you had a drink. It's time to grow up."
He stared at me with wide-eyes. "Well who the hell lit your tampon string on fire?"
"No one." I paused, "I'm just sick of your sorry excuses. You don't seem to mind the fact that I could get arrested for drinking and driving. If you want to be a man, act like one."
We walked out together. He raised his hand and hailed a cab. "This better?" he said as we got in a cab.
"Much," was all I said as we drove to my home.
When we arrived he paid the driver and we went inside. He dropped on the couch and flipped on the television like he owned the place. I went to the bathroom and pondered how this evening might unfold. I know he has many work and financial commitments to stress him out, but his concealed hatred toward women is what bothers me. I think I realize why he feels this way. All the women he has been involved with rely to heavily on him. I'm the first woman he has met who is self reliant and very independent.
Tonight would be the test to see if I could get into the depths of his soul to figure him out. I went into the bedroom and pulled out a storage case from under my bed. Inside it I have stored the black leathers that I wore when I dominated men in my past. That life is long gone but the memories linger. As I begin to undress and don the leathers a memory of a special man came to mind... he was my first.
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He was in his mid 40's, abundantly handsome, an astute businessman, married with a house on the hill. One would think he had the world by the balls but there was something missing in his life. He met me in a club one night and knew straight away that I was a very strong-willed woman. When he propositioned me to dominant him, I laughed. He pushed me; or rather, he goaded me into the deal. Handing me $500 cash he told me to go buy what I needed and he would meet me next week.
I have to admit, the idea was intriguing so I went out the next day and bought the leathers as well as a crop, flogger, ball gag and a few others toys. As far as dominating someone I did not have a clue so I spent the week reading and learning what I needed to know in my personal crash course. He met me the next week as promised. Handing me a note with an address on it, I met him there.
He informed me that this was his home away from home. I chastised him and told him it was where he went to fuck around on his wife. He laughed and agreed while we walked in together. I carried what I needed in a small pull along suitcase. I was nervous as hell but my personality would not allow me to show it. After we were inside he stood and looked at me. "Did you get what you needed?"
"Yes," I motioned to the suitcase. "It's in here."
He pointed to a door. "You can change in there if you like."
I stared at him a moment then replied. "I will change right here but not until you strip and sit in that chair." I pointed as I spoke.
His eyes lit up, "Yes Ma'am!" Without missing a beat he began to take his business attire off. I was pleased to see his body as well as a nice cock. He sat in the chair and looked at me with an expression that said... 'It's your turn now' Opening the suitcase I removed a soft white rope and walked toward him. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair. I wove the rope around the legs to bind his ankles to it then up to the arms to bind his wrists to it. The remaining rope I wrapped around the back of the chair and his upper torso to keep him completely within the chair.
After I was finished I got out a smaller gauge black rope and wove it around his balls. When he started to get hard I smacked him with my hand until it went down again. After he was limp I bound the shaft with the remaining rope. If he got an erection now he would feel the rope pulling on his balls as well as squeezing under the binding.
I moved away and stripped off my clothing, then donned the leather corset, g-string and thigh-high boots. He had a pained expression on his face when I turned to him. Worried that the binding on his cock may be too tight I reached to adjust it. "NO," he uttered. "It hurts but it feels good."
