This story contains the following themes. Femdom, Maledom, Cuckquean, MFF, anal, threesome. While there is reluctance, all sex is explicitly consensual. All characters are eighteen or older. It's a bit longer than my usual stories, about 9,000 words. Enjoy.
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Diana had always been a fan of fantasy. Her imagination had always been filled with prince's, princess's, queens, knights and dragons. As a little girl she wanted to be a princess. She liked pretty things, and being pretty. As she grew she began to enjoy athletics , and fancied herself more of a knight. Later as a teenager she even had a phase where she saw herself as a prince and tried to woo various maidens. It was an embarrassing phase she tried not to think too much about. As an adult she grew into her career and treated herself like a queen, like royalty being courted by various hopeful young men. She was in a high stress, high paying job where she could afford anything she really wanted. Then, finally, she settled upon her current roll. A dragon surrounded by riches, with a pretty captive all to herself.
She wore a black leathery corset that framed and pushed up her bare and impressive D-cups. She wore nothing else but diamonds on her ears and boots up to her knees. She held her slaves leash and pulled his face to her naturally blond crotch. "Earn it fuck-boy." She ordered Wesley clearly, baring her fangs. "Oh yea, eat it up. Be a good bitch and I might let you come this week."
She ground herself against him, her eyes burning a bright blue and her perfect body rocking his. He wore nothing but a collar and blindfold, as it should be. "Oh!" She shuddered, her breath hot like fire, She clenched his head tight with her long, strong, taught legs. "Yes!" He was getting better at this every day. She felt extra devious and stepped forward into a squat, making sure to strain his neck, "Hmm!" She held his head with her claws and dug into him as she fucked his face. "Ahh!" She bent her knees and sat fully, forcing his head into the floor carefully. He laid back obediently, "Good boy! Good boy!" She ground into his face as she lowered onto her hands and knees, hugging his head as he circled and flicked her clit. "Oh!" She began to shake. Goosebumps flared up like scales across her flesh. It was like a pot bubbling over. She tried to hold it back as long as she could. The pressure inside her was building to a breaking point.
She cried out with dominant glee. She laughed and shook with pleasure as the orgasm burst out of her heart and through her veins. "Yes! Yes!" She hummed and hugged him tight as she thrashed. "Oh baby! Cute baby!" She giggled and whined and bucked. She had needed this so badly. Everything was burning hot as she flinched with each peak of pleasure. She felt like her tongue was spitting fire.
She felt the fire die down and the waters still to a simmer. She still felt steam in her lungs when she stood on shakeing legs, "You think you earned this?" She walked between his thighs, kicked them open, and put a heel lightly on his cock, pushing it into him. He was fit and thin and tan. Shorter than her, but dominating him still gave her such a rush. His face was pained as he moaned, "Hmm?" She questioned. She stroked the cock, her heel lightly digging into the base each time. "Come on, speak up!" She pushed harder. He was panting now. "If you want it you need to beg." She put more of her weight into it. "Well?"
"P-Please mistress Diana." He muttered, "Please, I've been good."
That was all she needed to hear. "Then show me. Show me how much you love me," She stroked him up and down with her hard boots and hungry eyes. He squirmed under her feet until she recognized the familiar look on his face. She loved teasing him like this. It usually didn't take this long though. "Are you going to come for mommy? Come on! Do it! Show me!" He spurt out a stream across his midsection. Then another, then it dripped down his body. "So cute." She mused as she released his member from her boot. "I hope you like that. because there wont be another one until you impress me again." She knelt down and mounted him, rubbing her body on his and teasing a nipple, "But you did such a good job today. Thank you." She kissed him deeply. In many ways this was her favorite part. She broke of the kiss and teased his shrinking cock, "I love you." She coo'ed. This was the best sex, and the best relationship she'd ever been in. She felt like nothing could go wrong in her life.
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Diana had a new collar for Wesley. It was pretty, tight, and the thought of him wearing it gave her shivers of anticipation. It had steel spikes going at all angles and fit the medieval fantasy ascetic of her desires. She wore a professional black pantsuit and met her boyfriend at the cafe he worked at for lunch. She had the piece in her purse, ready for just the right moment. Her hair was down and untamed, her demeanor was confidant and assured.
Wesley was in his work uniform. He was a barista. His cute face was topped with short, jet black hair, and his body was toned and ridged. He was short for a man, about Diana's height. She wondered what he wanted to talk to her about. There had only been dating for three months, but she still had hopes. In the back of her mind she wondered if he was brave enough to pop the question so soon. If not, she'd have to. She knew they were perfect for each other. She wasn't opposed to having to support a man. The role reversal in fact made her feel even more empowered, and even more of good wife. She wanted nothing more than to live with Wesley and please him in any way she could.
"I'm thinking we should break up." He said after pleasantries.
"Haha." She laughed. "What?"
"I've been thinking about it for a while," It wasn't a joke. Her heart was slowly beginning to turn to ice. "I think I want to start seeing other people."
Diana had no idea what to say. She had never considered this. She swallowed hard she felt like a submarine taking on water. "You can't be serious." She chuckled awkwardly again. His face was stern. "But, why?" it took all her strength to remain calm.
"To be honest, it was fun for a while, but I want to try something else. You know, like, a change of pace."
"I don't understand." Her grip tightened. He couldn't leave her without a better explanation.
"I think," He paused in thought, "I want to try being the more dominant one in a relationship."
"Ha." She giggled, "Ha ha!" She laughed loudly, "Really? You?" She shook her head. "No way. You're just so, I mean,"
"I know how much you like doing what you do." He said, measuring each word carefully. "And I don't want to force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with. So that's why I think we should go our separate ways."
This was too much to put onto her. Her claws scraped against the glass table. "I, I can tone it down." She offered. "You know, I thought I might have been a bit hard on you. We can try to make it work." She tried taking deep breaths. "How about we just keep things vanilla for a week and see what happens?"
"I'm sorry." Her heart felt like a lump of stone. "The life I want, and the life you want, just aren't the same. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Her voice cracked. "You will be!" She snapped, standing up. "You'll be begging to come back to me!" Her chest heaved. "You, you," She felt her emotions rising. She couldn't let him see her cry. "I'm going back to work now!" She said loudly, "And, And I expect your things to be gone by time I'm back!" She stuttered. "Just leave your keys on the table when you go! Understand!"
He did, and by the time she was back home, she was set upon by an oppressive loneliness. The work day had been stressful, as always, but now there was no outlet. Nothing to take it out on. All she had was her large apartment, her beautifull view of the city, and even more space than before.
She didn't need him. She had just picked up some guy from the café and they had hit it off. She could find better men. Cuter guys. Smarter ones that wouldn't leave a perfect woman like her. Guys who would worship her. Guys that weren't Wesley.
No matter how great they were, they wouldn't be Wesley.
She had held it in all day, but now she felt it coming. Like water boiling over. She felt her eyes grow wet and her vision blurry. "Fuck!" She cried out as she fell on her couch and collapsed into the cushions. "Fuck you Wesley!" She cried into the furniture. She was horny and depressed and full of anxiety. Normally she'd make dinner, rant about work, and finally make Wesley eat her out for an hour or two before bed. It was the perfect life and Wesley had to fucking ruin it.
He was probably feeling even worse than she was. Of course he was. He was probably nursing a pathetic boner in a basement somewhere. He was never going to find anyone like Diana her ever again. Her sorrow turned to rage again. He was probably getting off work soon. He was probably going to some motel, or back with his parents, or something like that.
