My name is Michael, and I write for women! I write for women who fantasize of being possessed by a strong, dominant man.
If you are a woman who fantasizes about being possessed by such a man...if you are a women who can imagine herself as the 'arm candy" of a man such as that, then read on my dear.
In this story, and in my other posted stories, you are my character, "Sweetness"...a previously meek and timid woman of hidden yet captivatingly beauty who has only recently given in to her submissive nature.
I've taken her under my wing...conditioning her and leading her more and more erotic obedience and rewarding her when she pleases.
Among other submissive displays, I require Sweetness to dress as erotically as I order when together. And whether together or apart, she is not allowed to wear panties, nor touch her pussy, (My pussy), or cum at her own hand, unless I give my permission. Can you be that obedient? Then, I dare you to dress now, in only your highest, sluttiest heels (and a choker necklace if you have one), and read on!
Today, I take you to the neighborhood playground...a playground where tall, lean sweaty men play basketball under the blaring summer sun by day, and artificial light by night. Oh Yes, you are dressed in your choker and naughty stiletto heels. You wear a tight, white, leather bustier that zips up the front, while barely covering your firm ripe breasts...one that accentuates your sweet fuckable little tight ass. The virgin, white leather contrasts sensually against your toned flesh. Over that outfit, you wear a long, thin, black raincoat. You and I both know how hot you look, and you've learned to flaunt your sexuality.
Me, I'm wearing a stylish pinstripe suit...the class of this neighborhood. All others are dressed in athletic garb.
We stand out, not merely because of our more formal, regal dress, but because of our attitude and confidence. Athletes are so confident, and we fit right in...making a bold erotic statement. You do nervously shiver, but you cling submissively to my strong arm.
It's day now...late afternoon, just before the sun goes down. It takes less than a minute for you to attract the attention of all these sweaty men and the disdain of all their collected girlfriends. But, if truth be told, you really squirm uncomfortable warm, but greedily hot and horny as I whisper naughty thoughts into your craving ear. They seep into your insatiable mind as we sit in the bleachers watching these lean, muscled men jump and run. Many of the naughty suggestions seeping from my lips, stimulate vivid pictorial thoughts in your mind as do many of their bodies; like mine, so lithe and lean and manly!
Several of these men approach me to ask if I'd care to join in...it's very obvious that they know me, and obvious that I could and have participated in their games. But this day is an exhibition. It is an exhibition of you for their enjoyment...a coming out party. And perhaps they merely want to steal a hungry look at you by coming close pretending to try to entice me to join in, while they secretly strain to catch a closer look at your naughty features.
This day is also a test for you...another training session, designed to test your obedience and stretch your erotic limits. A day to lead you through another sensual experience you've never, ever imagined, nor thought yourself capable of!
You cling tightly to my side, like a tiny protected feminine morsel, all the while...and as the day turns into night they continue to play, (and catch seething glimpses at you), while I purposely expose slightly more and more of your raw flesh by the hour. One hour, I fold the lower flap of your raincoat up to expose a lean calf. Another moment I tug one shoulder down to expose a glimpse of flesh; and still another I position you such that an outer thigh and your cleavage escape cover. The looks you receive come more and more frequently, and you squirm uncomfortably under the prying eyes.
But late at night, just before their games end, I lead you by the hand back to our auto...a sleek dark Mercedes with tinted windshield. But before allowing you to enter, I slowly strip your covering coat completely from your luscious body...a quick and naughty strip so that all can see more of your nasty, naughty secrets. When you look back, you see all games have stopped and all hungry eyes upon you.
For an hour, we ride the dark deserted streets while I possessively grope and softly caress all your womanly treasures. As I do, I deny you the opportunity...I deny you the right to touch you or I. I also deny your pleas to allow you to fully disrobe or cum, even as you promise to suck me like a slut, and offer any and all of your holes for my pleasure. Those denials, and the tingling sensations you feel from my wandering hands send shear moments of frustrated anxiety to your mind and shivers up and down your spine.
Then, finally we return to the playground. Just one singular light illuminates this playground when we return. All the earlier attendees have long since gone home to bed.
First retrieving a sleek black bag from the trunk, I lead you from the car to the court...a court surrounded by an 8-foot high chain link fence.
