She was not beautiful. At 5'6", she was tall with long and shapely arms and legs capped by well-formed hands and feet. Her large eyes beamed a lovely shade of blue most of the time, tending toward hazel when sexually aroused. Her long, thick tresses caressed her shoulders with cascades of blonde waves. Her magnificent breasts universally inspired envy in women and lust in men. However, her somewhat large frame lacked delicacy and carried between 20 and 30 extra pounds. Really, the extra weight would have been less pronounced had it not contrasted so much with her very thin lips. Likewise, her derriere tended to wide flatness rather than sensual roundness. But it was her neck that truly marred her looks. It was so short that even had she not been heavy she would have still had a modest double chin. So, she was not beautiful.
Yet, she never lacked for male attention. The secret to her desirability lay with her overall sensuality. It wasn't just her long legs and large breasts. She was one of those women that radiated sexual energy. One look at her and most any man could tell that here was a woman who craved the act of sex and, therefore, was probably very talented in bed.
Her present paramour was a college student, as she herself had been up until the current semester. She was "taking a break," she said, but in truth her indifferent attitude toward her studies made academic success unlikely. She would happily forego that grind in favor of a more attractive alternative. Apparently, she had found one.
He was considered a handsome young man with dark hair and eyes. Of only medium height and frame, years of hard manual labor had made him muscled and strong. However, without manual labor to perform, his sedentary habits guaranteed a pronounced tendency to put on weight. Though it tended to fluctuate, he currently carried at least 40 pounds too much. But being young, limber, strong, and not vain, he did not trouble himself about it. Despite his obesity, he had always managed to attract enough female attention to suit him. Aside from his good looks, this fact was probably attributable to the twin features of his jolly, gregarious personality and his high level of intelligence. He was unstoppable in Trivial Pursuit and had the best command of the English language of anybody around him. He accepted everybody at face value and, so long as the other person did not exhibit laziness, a ready friend to all.
He studied hard and had a full-time job at a local grocery store. He paid for his own education through loans and work. So, while he was not inclined to entertainments outside the home, he at least could plead the joint excuses of lack of time and money for such endeavors as going to clubs and restaurants. The green monster of jealousy did not abide in him and he was a creature of absolute habits. Thus, as a lover, he was utterly safe as well as being highly capable. She didn't have a car and so didn't work. She kept his house clean and his bed warm. They were each satisfied with the other.
They had been living together for about 6 months when, one day, he surprised her by arriving back at the apartment earlier than usual. She said, "You're home early. Is something wrong?"
He smiled and said, "No. Aren't you glad to see me?"
Fearing that she had given offense, she walked towards him slowly, giving him the full force of a smoldering, sultry stare, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. As he inserted his tongue into her mouth, she gently sucked it further in and caressed it with her own. She could feel his cock stiffen immediately and knew that any offense was already forgotten. Before the encounter proceeded to its logical conclusion, he softly broke the embrace, took her by the hand and said, "Can we talk for a moment?" She nodded and he pulled her slowly down onto his lap as he sat on the coach.
"I've been thinking about some things over the past week and I've developed an idea that I'd like to bounce off you."
"Sure", she said with just a hint of uncertainty. Their relationship wasn't the kind that required a lot of serious talking and his manner indicated that he had something important to say. She was relieved that his erection had not abated as she could still feel it through his pants.
"I've been trying to determine just what in my life gives me the most pleasure and I think that I've finally boiled it down to the essence. If I said "having you in my life" that would be true, but inexact. So, I asked myself what about you gives me the most pleasure and I know what it is."
"What?" she asked, genuinely anxious to hear his thoughts.
Assuming a concentrated, almost clinical expression, he started, "Of course it has to do with sex, but I can be more exact. Your bed skills are fantastic. Living with you is like being in an extended pornographic movie. It's every guy's dream. And, what I like most about it is watching the expression on your face and listening to the sounds that you make when you come. What I love most about having sex with you is making you come."
Her eyes widen a bit, then the smoldering look returned and she breathlessly said, "You always make me come several times when we have sex. There's nothing better in the world."
He continued, "I thought that was how you felt. And so, I've concluded that I want to find a new way to make you come more frequently and more intensely and I think I know how."
She began squirming on his lap, unable to sit still. She gazed into his eyes and ran her fingers through his thick, wavy dark hair, and initiated another long kiss. Breathing into his mouth she whispered, "Please tell me more."
"Well, I've noticed that you like to be dominated. You've actually said so. Remember the time we talked about vampire literature and movies and I wondered about their popularity among some women? You said, "Because it's the ultimate domination." That was one clue. Then I remembered the time I tied you to the bed for sex and you screamed with pleasure. And then there was the time that I held you down and fucked you really hard. You got so hot you nearly passed out. So, I deduce that you liked to be dominated."
This time, she kissed his neck and stuck her tongue into his ear and whispered throatily, "I remember. I think that I do like to be dominated. You want to try again tonight? Right now?"
By now, he could hardly sit still himself. Wanting to finish the conversation, he changed position so that she was sitting next to him instead of on his lap. She knew damn well that he could hardly contain himself and the thought added to the flow from her already wet pussy.
He continued, "You know how I've always got to do research when I get interested in something. So, I researched the subject of sexual domination and found some information that could help." He paused and gazed at her, giving his eyes a round trip down and back up her body. He could see from the rise and fall of her breasts that the pace of her breathing had quickened and he gave her a small, sexy smile.
"Go on," she prompted, with just the slightest amount of tension in her voice. She knew that he knew she was aroused and that he was teasing her in order to arouse her more. He could tell from the lower timbre of her voice, her slight squirming and her soon to be panting breath that he was reaching that particular goal. Her inability to control her own desire was the most attractive thing about her.
He answered, "Well, there is a particular kind of ... relationship, lifestyle, whatever you want to call it, centered around the concept of sexual domination. Some call it sexual slavery. The submissive one is the slave and dominant the master. It's voluntary, of course, and can be ended by either party at any time. Do you want to hear more?"
He had her full attention. "Yes, Daddy, please." Even though they were the same age, she loved calling him "Daddy." She had started it almost right away. It wasn't sexual at first. He had given her a kitten soon after she moved into his apartment, and she playfully referred to the kitten has her "baby" and her beau as the kitten's "daddy" and the name just stuck. The way she looked and sounded when she said it turned him on and she was all about that; anything and everything to heighten their sex play. So, when they were alone, he was "Daddy."