"Are you going to use your toy tonight?"
We were in bed, and Sonya's head was on my shoulder. It had been a long day and I was tired. But her suggestion was the perfect way to release any lingering stress. I nodded slowly and replied, "Yes, yes I am." I felt her smile against my neck. From this point there would be no further discussion. We both knew what was coming.
*
We had been dating for a month or so. Actually, she was my girlfriend - we had settled that on our second date. The first date was a lunch after we had spent several days flirting, having met when I was spending a few days in her city for company training. She was working the hotel desk and we initially bonded over a chance remark about the upcoming anniversary of the first moon landing. Turns out she was something of a spaceflight buff, as was I.
Lunch went well and two days later she turned up at my house in a perky summer dress. The dress didn't stay on for long. That day, in between several sessions in bed I blurted out, "So, are you my girlfriend now?"
Surprised but amused, she responded, "Looks that way, sure!" And back to bed we went.
It was a good situation for us both. We had each ended serious relationships the previous year and were both looking for a good connection, but nothing too serious too soon. She lived about ninety minutes away, which meant there were fun sleepovers, but we weren't living in each others' pockets day-to-day. We were very attracted to each other and the sex was great from the start.
Sonya was about fifteen years younger than I, slender with an athletic body and a sly smile. We had done some kissing at the end of our first lunch date and I had slid a hand up to hold her gently around her neck. She later told me this was the moment that melted her, as she felt I had "claimed" her with that act of possessiveness. That first day at my house she obviously loved that I took control of the encounter, but she rolled out her desire to be submissive slowly.
It came out in small ways. Sonya enjoyed being naked around the house, or partially dressed, especially when she was doing some kind of chore. One day after dinner when she began to do the dishes I tried to stop her. "I don't expect you to come all the way up here to do the dishes." But she smiled and gently brushed me back.
"I like to feel useful."
And I came to realize that having a lovely naked girl doing my dishes was something I could get used to. I never took unfair advantage, but it naturally developed that Sonya enjoyed doing some housework and chores for me, unasked, and usually naked.
Of course, being a guy, I could not resist attempting to record this for posterity. So I began to quietly take some photos and videos. Not only didn't she object, Sonya very easily began posing for me whenever I asked. Although she never said so outright, I sensed she was comfortable in her body. Also, people her age have grown up with smart phones and it was completely normal for her to be the subject of racy photos. She never asked me to be careful with them, but seemed to just assume that I was trustworthy enough not to worry about it.
My favorites were candids of her doing naked chores, and shots of her sucking my cock. Again, without my asking or telling her, Sonya naturally did something I really enjoyed. When giving me a blowjob she would often take my cock out of her mouth and slowly rub it around her face. One of my favorite videos has her topless in jeans, on her knees, sucking my cock and rubbing it sensually all over her face, eyes closed. My cock was slick, super hard and I can still remember how it felt gliding over the smooth skin on her cheeks. For her part, Sonya looked like she was in heaven.
There were other clues to her desires. One suggestion which surprised me was that she wanted to be taken just before she went to work. She had it all scripted out in her mind - after a shower and fixing her hair and face she would put on her tasteful, nicely fitted work clothes. She would then get me aroused with her mouth before kneeling on the couch to be taken from behind, her pants pulled down to the knees. I would then fuck her at my own pace until I came deep in her pussy. Sonya would then pull up her underwear and pants, kiss me and leave for work. We enacted her fantasy several times, and she always remarked how dirty she felt walking around with my cum dripping out of her. We both enjoyed the thought that none of her colleagues were likely to imagine how dirty and uninhibited she was in private.
In bed I noticed she had no interest in being on top. Sonya always wanted me pounding away at her from above or from behind. When I took her on her hands and knees (or rather, knees and elbows which pushed her ass up high) she liked when I talked dirty in her ear. One day I happened to mention she looked especially vulnerable in that position. I believe my actual words were, "I love seeing you like this, taking it on your hands and knees like a little bitch."
Sonya moaned loudly and agreed. "Yes! Fuck me like a little bitch that you own!"
After that we got more and more involved in that sort of roleplay, and I began to see how deeply she desired it. Needed it, in fact, according to her. One day when Sonya was showing me a photo on her phone, I kept scrolling and found her stash of dirty photos and videos. There were several of girls being slapped across their faces. I looked at her and she blushed. Although I had engaged in that sort of play with women before, I told her I wasn't comfortable slapping her, but would do everything else I could to make her feel owned and submissive. She hugged me, agreeing.
We had a lot of sex when she visited, which was usually several days out of the week, but not every night. My job took a lot out of me, and there were nights we just slept. Sonya never said so directly, but she seemed to want sex every night and appeared a little disappointed when I was too tired. This was when she began hinting at a new scenario for us.
