I woke up this morning and immediately thought of her. We had an amazing conversation last night on the phone. The talk started off innocently enough. We talked about our favorite restaurants, hobbies and the normal jibber jabber. Soon, however, the conversation inevitably moved towards sexual desires.
I would have never guessed the series of events would lead to one of the most thrilling nights of my life; one that even pushed my boundaries as a well-seasoned Dom. I've seen it all and done it all, so I thought...
Jennifer knew that I was into domination and bondage. She also knew I had a very open mind. I learned that Jennifer was into rough sex. The first thought that came across my mind was "who isn't?" See, my sexual interests require more than just being rough. That's an unspoken sexual turn on for just about anyone. My desires go beyond that. My turn on belongs to the girl I'm with. If my controlling actions can bring a willing girl to her knees, shaking with excitement, fear, and uncertainty then this feeling to utterly control the situation begins to spiral to a much higher level.
"What would you do if I put your hands behind your back and grabbed the handcuffs while kissing you on the neck?" I asked Jennifer on the phone.
"You can't do that." she replied. "You only have two hands. How can you hold both my hands behind my back, kiss my neck and grab the cuffs?"
"Because you will be a good girl, you will keep your hands behind your back. You won't move. Trust me. You'll be a good girl and keep your hands behind your back while I begin to put the cuffs on, right?" I asked in a very confident, controlling voice.
"Yes..."
"I think you mean 'Yes Sir', right?"
"Yes ... Sir. I've never called anyone sir before like this."
Right then and there I knew she could be a very naughty girl. I knew she had the mind to be a slave, giving in to the words of her Master, allowing her mind to be manipulated and her body to be used.
I had a thought. "I want to see you right now. What are you doing? Want to meet up tonight? I'll come over there even, order us a pizza or... something."
"Oh, I dunno... "
"Oh, come on Jennifer, you know you want to see me, I'm worth it and you know it."
She let out a quick short laugh. "You are cocky, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. I can't help it." I replied.
"I don't know. My roommate is home."
"Meet me at the park. It's nice out. We can just relax. You can wear something sexy and-"
"Something sexy?" she interrupted.
"Yes, put on a sexy skirt. I've seen you wear skirts all the time before. Do it for me. It'll make me smile. Trust me."
"Ok, I'll meet you at the park, but I can't promise the sexy outfit." she acquiesced. "I just want to hang out, which would be fun."
"Perfect, I'll see you in thirty minutes."
I quickly threw on my pair of Buffalo jeans and a nice, collared shirt and got ready for the drive down to the park. Arriving at the park, I saw she had not arrived yet. My mind was overrun with thoughts of how sexy she looked in the pink skirt she was wearing when I first met her. It somehow went well with her natural dark red hair.
I wondered what it would be like to just walk up to her and grab that long red hair aggressively, pull her face to me and kiss her lips, letting my teeth bite down on her lower lip, while tightening my grip in her hair. I wondered what it would feel like to let one hand slide down her leg and then grab her thigh, letting my hand slide up the inside of her leg, up her skirt. I bet she is so warm and soft.
"Hey, there you are!"
I almost jumped as I realized she was right behind me. I had been lost in the thought of just how much I would love to show her how dominating I could be, how I would love to make her my slave for the night. I doubt she had any idea just how willing and prepared I was to manipulate her mind to a state of absolute pleasure.
As I gave her a quick look up and down, I saw she decided to, indeed, wear something sexy. She was wearing a little, white blouse tucked into a short, red skirt that flared loosely around her upper thighs. She was also wearing tennis shoes. She must have noticed I was staring at her shoes.
"What, did you think I was gonna wear high heels to the park? You got this" she motioned to her skirt "so I don't wanna hear it."
I laughed. I really didn't care. She was cute as hell; she could have worn any shoes with that outfit and I would have approved.
We started walking around the park, mostly wandering and talking. The sun hadn't set yet, though the weather was getting a bit chilly. I realized that she must be getting cold. I was suddenly turned on at this thought. My dirty mind immediately became overwhelmed at the thought of having her on the grass, with her legs wrapped around me, my hands pinning hers down, while I leaned in to kiss and then bite her neck.
"Let's sit down over there, against the tree." I suggested
I grabbed her hand and she quite obediently followed me. We walked up to the tree and I sat down. I leaned up against the tree with my back and gave her arm a tug, my silent instruction for her to sit down as well and lean up against me. She gave in very quickly.
As she was leaning up against me, I could smell her hair up alongside the side of my face; it was fruity. Feeling an overwhelming desire to feel more of her body in any way possible, I slid her hair to one side of her neck, allowing me to lean in and kiss the back of her neck. She let out a quiet moan. I kissed the back of her neck again and put my arms around her. I wanted to seduce her. I wanted her to feel that strong, sexual desire that I was feeling right there at the park. I wanted to be bad, very bad. I wanted to trick her mind and teach her, quickly, how to obsess over pleasing her Master. I wanted to put her in a spot where she felt overwhelmed and excited, with no will power to stop me.
In a bold move I reached one hand out and grabbbed her hair falling down the front of her and gave a good little tug, forcing her head to the left. "I want to fuck you, I want to hear you cum." I whispered in her ear, letting her hear me breathing harder and harder in the process. She didn't move; she didn't resist. Pulling her hair a bit harder and giving the back of her neck a quick bite, I whispered in her ear rather sharply "You are a naughty slut. I can see that. Aren't you?"
"Yes sir." she says in a quiet voice, trying to not breathe hard.
Keeping my hand tightly in her hair, I then used my other hand to reach down her body. She was leaning up against me with her legs outstretched and crossed. As I slid my hand down her body, I let it run down the outside of her skirt. Right at that moment I start kissing the back of her neck even more, letting my hand slide down past her skirt to feel her soft legs. Her soft skin was a little bit cold to the touch, having being exposed to the chilly air. While I had Jennifer completely distracted with kissing the back of her neck and having her hair firmly in my grasp, I let my hand start slowly sliding up under her skirt on her leg. I let the skirt slide up to reveal more of her legs, noticing her skin has become warm and soft where it was previously covered.
My mind was starting to become overwhelmed with visions of tearing off Jennifer's clothes, throwing her on her back and tying her hands together behind her, so I can satisfy my rough lust with no fight from her. I'm lost in this thought, so much, that, without realizing it, I've slid up her skirt, exposing her panties.
"Shit!" She exclaimed quietly, but fearfully, as she suddenly pushed my hand away and pulled her skirt back down. I looked up and two men had walked by. I had not noticed at all and apparently she had not either, until they were walking right by us.
"Oops, I'm sorry, I didn't even see them. Well, looks like they got a free little peep show." I told her quietly in her ear, laughing a little.
"Oh my God..."
I'm not sure if she was disgusted. We sat there for a moment and I just took in her smell, the fruity scent of her hair and the vanilla scent of her skin.
This was the first time we had been intimate in any way at all. She knew I'm a Dom. She has asked me for stories before, stories of tying up woman and punishing them, whips, chains, anal plugs, ball gags, studded belts and nipple clamps. Jennifer knows what I am into. I know part of her mind is very curious, I could see it in her face. I could tell from the random text-message questions I get randomly throughout the day or night.
Sitting against the tree the sun was starting to set. I was still having thoughts of tying her to the tree and ravishing her body. They were dark thoughts, thoughts I used to be embarrassed of. That embarrassment, however, is long behind me. I've embraced my intense fantasies.
Driven by my lust that has not subsided at all, despite sitting in the park, I started kissing the other side of her neck. I was pleased when she leaned her head to the right to make it easier for me to continue kissing her neck.
"I want to fuck you, Jennifer. I want to show you an intense pleasure you've never thought possible. I need you to trust me though." I said to her in a voice that is as confident as I can muster.
She moaned, to my surprise, and leaned back up against me. I immediately put my arm around her and let it slide up her tummy to right below her breasts. At that moment I allowed myself to kiss her and slowly wrap my hand over her left breast, over her blouse, and wrap as much of my hand around it as I can. This elicited more moaning from Jennifer.
I grabbed her hair once again and yanked it back, much harder than previously. "You belong to me, understood?" I moaned in her ear.
"Yes Sir!" She exclaimed a little loudly, with absolutely no hesitation.
I could feel my cock getting hard at this point, very hard. I noticed that she was trembling with every breath she took. She understood that she was submitting to a Master and, with that fear of giving up control, came a wave of pleasure. I didn't have to feel, see, or ask if she was wet.
The sun was getting lower and with the darkness came privacy. I reached both hands around her and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse. She was very nervous sitting in the park while this was happening. I knew though; I've been through this before. She was feeling that euphoric, drug-like, first time high of submitting and has let her mind go.
At this moment, I fully realized that we were in a public park and I have let my mind go to that point of no return where the desire to show my sexual authority has taken command of my brain. I looked around and saw that all was quiet, the sun was nearly set and it was nearly dark outside. It was getting colder, I realized. Feeling safer at the moment, I once again unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time.
Jennifer sat still. "Do you trust me?" I whispered in heavy breaths into her ear, right as I squeezed her nipple over the top of her red bra.
She let out a moan mixed with pleasure and excitement. "Yes, I trust you."
I could hear from her voice that she was barely able to form words in between her heavy shaking breaths. I couldn't tell if she was cold, nervous, excited or all of the above. No matter. I was beyond the point of caring. She had given in to submissiveness at that point and my brain could not process anything beyond that.
I started to tug on her blouse to remove the tuck into her skirt. It easily slipped out and I slid my hand up the back of her blouse and began fumbling with the bra.
