"I'm sorry. I was only joking," I play. She slaps my ass.
"That's what happens to naughty boys," she teases. I tense at her words. She can't be. What if she is a femdom? No, women don't want wimps, they want strong men. She can never know how much I crave her punishing me...
A few months later
We still haven't had sex. I can tell she's being affected, but I've put it off. How do you pretend to be someone you aren't? I want her to control me and take charge, but she'll think I'm pathetic and repulsive. I am pathetic and repulsive.
"Hon, what's wrong?" Jessica asks.
"Nothing," I reply refocusing on the movie.
"Am I attractive to you?" Jess asks nervously.
"Yes, you have no idea what you do to me," I assured her.
"Then, why haven't we...had sex?" Jess questions. Should I tell her?
"It's not you, it's me," I explain.
"That's what they always say. Can't you come up with something better Issac?" Jess counters irritatedly.
"You'll be so disgusted," I whisper. "Please don't make me tell you."
Jess grabs my head in her hands. "Hey, I could never be disgusted with you," Jess coos.
"I...I like edging and orgasm denial," I hesitate.
"We can do whatever you want baby. I trust you," Jess explains. I shake my head and close my eyes, clenching my fists. Get ready for the rejection and disgust. You useless waste of space.
"I...I am not d...dominate. I'm the sub," I reply. "I like to be edged and denied release."
Jess is silent. I can't bear to open my eyes. What will her face be like? Angry? Mad? Disappointed? Disgusted? "Please, I...I'll try. I can try to be dominant. I can. Please just give me a chance. I know I'm disgusting, but please, I'll try to be better. Please don't leave me."
"You're submissive?" Jess asks quietly.
"Yes, but I can be dominant for you. I can make sure you're pleasured," I explain.
"What about your pleasure?" Jess questions.
"I...it doesn't matter. I don't need it. I don't need to be disgusting. I can please you I promise," I reply.
"Come here baby," Jess coos as she opens her arms. I scoot closer to her. "Can I tell you the truth?"
She's going to leave. She's disgusted. She's mad. She's disappointed. "Y...yes," I manage through deep breaths.
"I like to be dominant," Jess whispers in my ear. My groin clenches at her words. My cock hardens, and I can feel pre-cum drip onto my boxers.
"Really?" I ask nervously.
"Really," Jess confirms. "Now, you've been a naughty boy. You've been talking so badly about yourself."
"Punish me?" I ask nervously.
"Oh, you'll be punished," Jess smirks. "Go to my bedroom and strip, if you're ready that is."
I nod and walk into her bedroom. Quickly, I take off my shirt and then my pants. My socks are next followed by my underwear. Jess comes in a few minutes later with a bag and a black lace trim lingerie outfit. My eyes scan over her and my cock tingles.
She smiles at me as she grabs something out of her bag. "The safe word is red," Jess explains. "I'm going to tie your hands and feet to the bed now. Tell me if the tie is too tight." I nod. She slaps my balls lightly. "When I say something, you reply 'yes mistress' or 'yes ma'am.' Don't forget that."
"Yes mistress," I reply. Her hand on my balls begins rubbing up and down my leaking cock. She ties me to the bed. Now, I'm completely at her mercy. She trails her body down mine until her head is just above my cock.
"What do you want?" Jess asks, smirking. "What do you need?"
"Please mistress, touch me," I plea. Jess brings her finger to my stomach.
"Like this naughty boy?" Mistress teases.
"Please touch my cock mistress," I beg. Mistress slaps my balls hard. I bite back a cry of pain.
