Ch. 09
What happens if you fall in love with a dominant girl?
*** JANUARY CONTINUED ***
For the next two weeks, I was working at headquarters in Germany.
Headquarters had developed a new version of a packaging machine and sold it to a French customer. The machine had to be pre-built and tested in-house before it shipped to France. I was worried about the deadlines. It should ship in two weeks and be fully operational in another four weeks.
On top of that, our sales department had made a performance promise, probably in an attempt to sell the machine to a new customer. They promised a minimum production capacity performance. But if I understood the machine specifications correctly, that was the maximum capacity performance.
The machine shop and engineering department were both convinced that the machine should be able to perform. But we didn't get it running at high capacity. It gave me headaches.
I worked closely with both Mike and Kurt. We felt the software needed to be adjusted, but it was a complex machine with complex software.
Denise and I had video calls almost every night. Her job was stressing her down. Banks, desperately looking for profit due to the worldwide low-interest rates, wanted to participate in her business. But financial capital was the only thing Denise wasn't lacking. Aron had somehow found a way to funnel the drug money to the legal world. And banks didn't understand it.
We also discussed other stuff. We did have our disagreements. For example, one night, she suddenly asked, "Honey, what do you think of a tattoo?"
"I'd rather die first."
"Honey, I was thinking of a small one for myself, something nice, like a butterfly."
"Sure, take one on Wednesday, then I can take you out with the trash on Thursday."
That conversation didn't end well, but really, a tattoo?
We also kept close track of each personal anal training progress. Denise was ready, but I needed to practice more.
Aron called me multiple times. We discussed the setup of his current IT environment and the possible risks and problems I saw. To my taste, he was too dependent on one system administrator, and I discussed with him how to reduce this dependency.
In the meantime, headquarters insisted that I go to France once the machine arrived at the customer. That would mean that I would have to go to France for at least four weeks, from the end of January to March, missing Carnival.
Management feared our German people were too modest and wanted someone more independent, with a big mouth around. For them, I was the perfect candidate. First, because I was still on a temporary contract, and if I failed, they could blame me and lose me. Second, we Dutch people have a different mentality. While Japanese people are known for politeness, Dutch people tend to be more on the opposite side of the spectrum.
Denise asked me why I just didn't quit working. She had enough money. But for me, it was part pride and part loyalty. I wanted to be financially independent of Denise and loyal to the company. They were the ones who gave me a chance when I quit university.
*** END OF JANUARY ***
I got back on late Friday night. Denise was waiting for me with drinks and bites. I was exhausted. Denise kept hugging, touching, feeding, and kissing me. At night, we just cuddled. The girl was crazy for me.
On Saturday morning, when I woke up, she was lying on her side, watching me, smiling, "Morning honey, you're ready for the big event today?"
"Oh, god. Yes."
"Goody, remember, green-yellow-red. Red stops everything. Don't say red because I'm really looking forward to having you."
I smiled back, "I'm sure I can take whatever you've planned."
"Honey, don't you worry, it's nothing out of the extraordinary."
After a late breakfast and some errands like grocery shopping, she gave me a long lingering kiss and sent me upstairs to the shower, "Go prepare yourself, honey."
When I came back to the bedroom, Denise had lit candles. She had laid pillows on the bed and attached handcuffs to the headboard.
She was holding a condom, "I don't want your little thingy to make a mess," grabbed my cock, gave it a couple of pulls, and put the condom on.
"Lay down on the pillow to give me better access, and put on the handcuffs."
Then she whispered, "I'm going to dominate and control you. You may scream and cry as much as you want. The harder, the better."
Suddenly, I was not so sure anymore. Still, I put on the handcuffs. It was Denise's biggest fantasy, and I was determined to give it to her. She started slowly with her fingers and tongue. It was the first time she rimmed me. It was a weird, pleasant sensation. She added lube and soon had two fingers in. She shifted on the bed, put on the small strap-on, and applied lube. It was the one she had been wearing that first time in April, almost two years ago.
She shifted again, with her body on top of me, whispering in my ear, "Here it comes."
Slowly she inserted the small strap-on into my ass. It went in easy, and she started to ride me.
She started talking in my ear again, "I've been working out for this, you know. Remember my former roommate, Kelly? She is still a dance instructor at the gym. When I told Kelly in November, after your little accident with your back, I needed a different workout, and she was all ears. Especially when I explained to her why I needed it. To give my boyfriend a good and long fucking. I've been training at the gym for two months now. I can keep doing this for a long time.
When the girls heard about it, they started to attend too. They're having a blast, their boss working out to give her boyfriend a good ass fucking.
We even started to offer this workout to our customers. Kelly is now giving this weekly. We called it 'FYM.' We don't advertise what it stands for, but every girl knows it means 'Fuck Your Man.'
We put the Y upside down, with the top part pink colored. By the way, Kelly thanks you for the extra commission she picked up with it."
She stopped, "Turn on your side."
I did, and she replaced the condom with a new one.
"Back on your stomach."
I had leaked some cum in the condom. Denise emptied the condom and smeared my cum with her finger on my ass.
Concerned, she asked, "Color?"
"Green."
She continued, "Goody, with the smaller strap-on I rode you, now I'm going to fuck you. Hard. Cry, scream, do what you want. I'm going to fuck you hard. I want you to fight me."
She took the small strap-on off, picked up a big strap-on, put it on, lubed it up, and started to insert it.
"OUCH!"
It burnt like hell. The handcuffs prevented me from throwing her off. I tried to get rid of her, but she fought back, holding me tight and continuing to insert the large strap on.
Loudly, "No, you don't. You don't get to fight me off. I own your butt from now on. You understand that, don't you?"
I was panting and in pure agony. Denise had me in a stranglehold. After about a minute, the pain got less.
Softly, "Color?"
"Yellow!"
She sighed, relieved, then started to humiliate me further, "You know, the girls at the gym ask me weekly if I've already fucked you. Next time, I can tell them all.
How your virgin ass grabbed my cock. How your ugly thingy kept leaking. How you whined and cried.
How I'm using your cum as lube. Karin's leaflet specifically mentioned natural lube."
She became more aggressive, slapping my ass, slapping my face. Her strong-bodied, sweaty, and athletic body moved with the only objective to fuck me hard. I could smell her arousal. Her whole demeanor had changed. She got off on this power trip. Slowly, she started to shake, her orgasm hitting her hard. She collapsed on top of me.
Again, softly, "Color?"
"Still yellow."
Slowly, carefully, she removed the large strap-on but kept me tied. Still wearing her strap-on, she hugged me and kissed me. Then she got up, went to the bathroom, and returned without the strap-on, applying some lotion to my anus.
"Move on your back."
I did, and she removed the condom. It was filled with cum!
"Now, where do I leave this? Oh, I know, open your mouth."
When I didn't react, she slapped me hard in my face, "Open your mouth!"
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth. Denise emptied the condom in my mouth, squeezing the cum out of the condom right in my mouth.
"That's better. You made the mess, so you clean it up."
She moved around, lowering her pussy to my mouth. It was gushing.
"Now put it back in my pussy."
Meanwhile, she got hold of my cock and balls, started to ride my face slowly, and smeared my cum and her pussy juices all over my face. Sometimes she moved a bit forward, pressing her anus on my mouth.
"Use that tongue."
The moments when she felt I was not giving it my best, she squeezed my balls, "Keep going."
Her other hand was stroking my cock. When she sensed I was getting close, she moved over, gliding her wet pussy over my cock, and sat straight up. She didn't move.
"Boy, do I have to tell a story to the girls."
She still didn't move, "How I fucked your ass and then your face. And how much you liked it. Maybe we should give them a demonstration. Would you like that? A bunch of horny girls, getting off, watching me fucking you? Dominate you? Wouldn't you love it?"
I couldn't help it but started to spurt in her pussy. She petted my cheek, "Good boy, now get back to work."
She moved over again, pressing her wet pussy on my face, and started to ride me again. It wasn't for long, and she came hard. She collapsed, and her legs kept trembling. Her body was wet with sweat and juices. She was breathing hard.
After a few moments, when she regained herself, she moved again, untied me, and sat straight up on my chest. She looked me in the eyes, and concerned, she asked, "Are you okay, honey?"
"Green."
She kept looking me in the eyes, grinning, "Thought so. We should do this more often."
She climbed off me, grabbed my hand, and took me to the shower. In the shower, we slowly and carefully sponged and washed each other.
