Of course she came into the shower as soon as she realized I was washing off the sticky traces of her scent. We had only agreed on doing this for one day and she still hadn't had her fill.
As I put on my clothes, I thought and smiled about how sheepish she used to be when asking for me to pleasure her, how she would even pull away and change positions thinking I would get tired.
I really worked hard to show her that I actually liked going down on her, and for longer than she realized. Over the past month or so, she seemed to be getting the point. But up till now, it had all been in response to my suggestion. Today, she was taking what she wanted.
I wondered how the experience could change our dynamic going forward.
It was scary, as all new things are, but I wasn't sure that it was anything to be scared about. I loved letting her make decisions and have her way with me. But, there was still a nagging voice in my head like, maybe I shouldn't really want this? Or maybe things would get too out of hand and I wouldn't be able to stop it? Of course I trusted Jenny... but did I trust myself? What if she would liked me less because I wasn't more dominant with her?
The clutter of worries was swept to a corner as I stepped out of the bathroom, and the smell of something delicious hit my nose.
"Hey, are you making something?" I shouted out across the house.
"Yes, come in the kitchen!" She exclaimed back.
I followed my nose as if I did not know the layout of our house. My girlfriend and her perfect body were waiting for me there, a cold beer was in her hand.
"This one's for you for being such a good boy today," she said as she handed it to me smiling, and planting a kiss on my cheek before walking over to the stove. There were a few pots and pans already simmering over the stove.
"You are the queen of pet names today," I said, taking a big swig, " what are you making in here?" I stepped over to peer over her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Oh, just a little something to thank you for doing all the work today." She said with a happy tone.
"Oh, you don't have to do that... This was my idea remember?"
"Well, I had the idea of appreciating you. So, just enjoy it." She turned around with a juicy kiss, bumped me with her big ass, and looked over to the table, motioning for me to take a seat.
"Alright, well, thanks babe," I said, the fumes making me realize I was actually getting kind of hungry.
"Anything for my naughty little pussy licker," she said in a sexy tone.
I chuckled as I sat down, "I guess that's what I am now, huh?" I bantered back.
"Mmhm" she responded matter-of-factly, now focused on her cooking.
I took another swig and sat back, admiring the way her ass cheeks hung comfortably in her pajama shorts over her formidable legs. And how her lower back lay bare under her top that only just contained her supple tits.
Soon enough, we were eating a delicious meal, talking and laughing about all the ordinary things in our lives that had nothing to do with the new rollercoaster turns of our sex life. It was like she hadn't at all spent the entire day forcefully pulling my face between her legs.
It felt good. Deciding to spend the day having kinky sex had also meant we spent a rare day to ourselves - no errands, or social events, and now we were getting to enjoy some nice non-kinky quality time.
We had been together for some time, and I had never grown tired of just hanging out with her. I guess that's why it was so easy to let her do whatever she wanted with me. I really trusted her.
"So..." she started, at a lull in the conversation, "I've been thinking about today..."
Her fork toyed with her food.
"Yeah?" I played along, prompting a gentle gaze from her.
"Well, you said youve really been liking it right?" She said and it took a sip of her wine.
"Yeah, no, I meant it," I answered, figuring she was feeling insecure about it going too far.
"Me too..." she said pensively, playing with her food, "I kind of.. liked it, a lot...". Her eyes met mine, meaningfully.
"I bet," I answered playfully.
"I mean like, more than I thought I would.." she responded, "like, more than just the pleasure itself..." she shifted her weight a bit, continuing, "I don't know, I just feel like over the past month when you've been telling me you like to be submissive, I'm been discovering I think... I think I really like to be, like, dominating... I don't know... is that bad...?"
I chuckled. " Yeah, I kind of suspected that you might be enjoying it the way you've been bossing me around... but naw, I don't think so," I said, " it's just a sex thing right? And that just means we're compatible in a way, no?"
"Yeah... I guess, it's just that it that it feels kind of selfish, you know, and I know you said it's not because you're asking me to do all these things, but it's like I'm getting off on doing it too..."
"Well yeah, you should be!" I said, reassuringly, "we should both be having fun, right?"
" I mean yeah," she said thinking about it, and taking another sip of her wine.
"I think some people are into one side or the other, or both, and there's nothing wrong with it, it's just something that happens, and if it works for both of us, why not? I mean it makes me happy."
"It does, huh?" She said looking over at me with a smile.
"You already know it drives me crazy," I said, smiling back, "I don't know why, but it does."
"Ok, so it's not weird for me to like telling you what to do then?" She ventured.
"No ma'am" I replied, without hesitation.
"Or for me to want to initiate?"
"Not at all"
"But, what if it's more than that?" She asked, withdrawing a bit into worry again.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I've always loved you like, eating my pussy so much... and that already feels selfish... and then now, it's also really turned me on to like, make you do it... but, I think it's also turning me on that it's kind of like our... you know, like our relationship dynamic, like that, it kind of feels like you're eating my pussy because I have some power over you... like when I ask you to do things, I kind of already expect that you do them... because I know you like it... and I like that you like it... but I also like that it's like you're my... that you're like... mine... you know?... to do with what I please ... I don't know... do you know what I mean? Doesn't that sound bad?"
"Hmm," I said, "to be honest that sounds kinda hot... I mean it's not like you would make me do anything I wouldn't want to do right? Like you're just kind of getting into the role-play of it?"
"Mm, yeah, of course not, but... I don't know..."
"Look babe, I trust you, okay? And I think you should trust yourself a little more. I think what you're feeling is totally normal, and we're both a bit scared because we've never really tried these things with anybody before. But it's exciting, you know? We're just trying new things."
She thought this over and sipped on her wine a little more.
"Okay," she said, leaning forward towards me, her tits hovering over the table, " I think you're right... so... can I make a proposition?"
"Of course," I said.
"Since you like being submissive, and I'm starting to like the idea of being dominant... what if I said I didn't want today to end today?"
She must've noticed that I was about to ask her to elaborate, because she continued, "like," she started, alternating between looking at me and the food she was playing with, which was starting to feel somewhat interchangeable now, "what if we role-played that you had to do anything I said, all the time... and I'm not talking about just licking my pussy?"
"Hmm, like anything at all? I asked, wondering just how much she had in mind.
"Is that too much?" She asked.
"No, no," I responded, " I'm just trying to imagine what it would be like."
"Obviously if you didn't want to do something that would be okay," she said, " but I think... I like the idea of you being my, I don't even know what to call it... I just mean like today, but all the time... I feel crazy asking, but don't you kind of want that too?"
Her gaze was fixed on me now.
"So like all the time?" I asked pensively.
"Yes, all the time. Like, you would come home from work and I would make the rules, and you would have to follow them, but I would make sure we are both happy." Her tone was somehow so bold, and so tentative at the same time.
"Obviously, it's not really a commitment. We can stop at any time, but while we're role-playing, you would submit to me, and I would put my pleasure first. I could do whatever I wanted and you would do whatever I wanted you to do."
She was really going for it now. Her eyes were locked on mine, in a way that was bold, intimidating and arousing.
"I get to enjoy you giving me pleasure, and you get to be like my sex toy... I know how it sounds, but I'm only asking because I feel like that's what you want, right? Isn't that why you've been asking to eat me out more and more? And for me to initiate everything? Haven't you basically been asking me to subjugate you to my desires?"
It seemed like she was finally pausing to get my input, but she kept going, "And of course anytime you want to take a break we can take a break. I just... I just really like this. I like initiating, and being creative like you said, and I want to see where it can go... it's not such a bad thing is it?"
