I'm not a fan of proud submissives.
I like my subs to be nice docile kittens who do as mommy tells them.
So Joe is a problem for me.
He wants to be a submissive.
He asked for it.
It turns him on.
So why the fuck doesn't he submit?
I've been teasing him for days without fucking him. And while he does obey me, there's always an attitude. Like a switch who is curious about being a sub but will turn and try to dom me the first chance he gets.
He advances when he should hesitate.
There was a moment this morning (right before me collaring him with his tie) when I had to push him away or I'd lose control.
I was teasing him at the bathroom and he grabbed my thighs without asking permission. His cock was going soft after he came and still he was rubbing that damn fucking thing against my pussy, like he just needed five more minutes, if that.
He was fucking my skin as if he was already inside my flesh. As if his half pump was already in full glory. He wanted me to wait for him so he could feel me around his dick, and he cared for little else.
Too bold. Too cocky. Too indisciplined.
He was the kind of man I could manipulate, but maybe not the kind I could control.
And that's not ideal when you're a dominatrix getting paid to put a man on his knees.
He was still standing... just pretending to kneel.
I pick the sexiest fucking panties I have and throw them in my bag. He'll be back at the hotel room in a couple of hours and I need to be there and beautiful, ready for another round of trying to make him lose it.
There are two knocks on my door.
"David" I smile for my good neighbour and best friend, standing in my doorway holding a really large box "Come in"
"This delivery came for you" he drops it on my dinner table "It was sitting outside for a couple of days, so I brought it in. You off with a client?" he nervously messes with his shirt.
His arms are looking fine.
Whatever kind of new exercise David got into for the last year or two, may God bless it. He is tugging his shirt like a shy nerd and the fabric holds on to his muscles making me want to fan myself and say oh la la out loud.
Yasmine, be cool.
Best friend.
Off limits.
Turn the whore down. Like, all the way down.
"Yes, the new client I got, remember?" I say, opening the package "And thank you! I was expecting this" I get the stock whip out of the box an hold it up with a gleeful smile "Finally!"
"Is that..." David is like a scared little kitten staring at a new thing, trying to decide whether or not it's safe to come closer.
"A whip. A stock whip, to be precise"
"Of course. And you use that for..."
"Impact play"
"... hurting people"
"Yes, sweetie, but it hurts so good" I hug my whip like it's my lover.
"I'll take your word for it"
"Besides, I don't usually use these ones for hurting, just for the loud cracking sound, you know?"
"Sure, sure" he doesn't know.
"I like them loud" I wink, looking mighty horny and he sighs, rolling his eyes "Can I get you anything?"
"You still have some of that expensive grape juice?"
"Dav, you are so adorable. I have expensive vodka and tequila, also, you know"
"Just the juice, miss, thank you. I need to keep my wits about me" he tries my whip. David is getting hotter lately, no doubt about that. But he is still my lovely clumsy geek, so him trying a whip is not something that will end well. He has it wrapped around his hand in a horrible way and nearly drops the juice I'm trying to give him.
"Maybe we should let the professionals handle this, hm?" I take it away from him "And how is work?"
"Same" he sighs again.
"You'll get it!" I mess up his hair "You're the best for that position and they will see it!"
"From your lips to God's ear"
"If He can't hear me, I'll say it louder"
"What about you? How's the new client?"
"You know, Maggie was just here asking the same. And I told her it's confidential"
"Yeah... but that's for Maggie" he bats his eyelashes making me laugh. David is about seven million times more trustworthy than our friend Maggie.
"Client is alright. He's a bit of a proud sub and we don't like that"
"Damn those proud subs" he pretends to know what he's talking about "How do you know when a guy is a sub, anyway?"
"There are ways. But mostly they will tell you"
"And... how does a guy knows he is a sub?"
"Why, Dav? You want to try it?" I wink like I'm in a comedy sketch.
"I don't think I'd be able to afford you" he makes me laugh.
"I can take you to a party sometime. I'll introduce you to some friends and they will take good care of you"
"Thank, I'm good" he chuckles "I think I'm too much of a wuss to survive that" he points at my whip.
Well, I think you could take it,sweetie.
I'd spank you so nice. I'd make it sting so good.
You'd rub your red ass and be all geeky and clumsy and shy and I would just want to bite y...
Yasmine, BE COOL.
Best friend.
Off limits.
Down, girl.
"And why did you say you need to keep your wits about you?"
He makes a weird noise and rubs his eyes like he is trying to hide from me.
"David! You tell me this instant!" I grab his chin pulling his eyes back to me.
"Fine, fine!" he has this cute little way of shrugging, like he is sinking into his own body. I'd like to sink into his body as well "There's this girl. And I... Well... you know"
"No, I don't know. You didn't say a thing. Am I supposed to guess it?"
"I like her" he flails his arms around and I feel a weird pressure in my heart "We have a date tonight. It's that girl I met at the coffee shop"
"The coffee shop girl" I repeat his words, teasing him, but the pressure in my chest is making me hurt.
"Laugh away"
"I'm not laughing! Is this your first date?"
"Third"
"So why are you nervous?"
"Because..." he doesn't finish the sentence and doesn't look like he plans to.
"David, if you tell me, I might help you"
"Because I think tonight might be the night we... you know"
"No, I don't know" I blink, feeling very evil.
"Yes, you do" he's taking none of my bullshit "Of course you do".
This time, I laugh.
"Alright, so tonight you two get naked together for the first time"
