I met Monique at a show. She wore a tight black dress, dark eyeshadow and was by far the hottest girl at the venue. I didn't have a chance. A mutual friend introduced us and I became immediately enraptured with her and in the days to come would constantly think about how to spend more time with her.
Then, after an evening with Monique and mutual friends at my apartment, she was the last to leave and became flirtatious. Monique has dark hair framing a face that is both angelic and bitchy, and her body moves with the curves that fill me with singular desire, but also make me feel unworthy. Nevertheless, she put her arms around me, which was a clear sign, but I still didn't make the next move. She said, "It's OK." And I felt even less a man for waiting for permission instead of just taking what I wanted and kissing her.
When our lips met it was heaven, and we made out for hours. Finally, Monique let me go down on her and I ate her pussy with reverence, and then put a finger in her.
"No." She said. "Only your lips and tongue. And put your hands on my legs. I want you to focus just on me and not selfishly masturbate."
I put my hands on her legs and focused on her with devotion, as my sole purpose, to bring her pleasure. Monique moaned, at first softly then with increasing volume while thrusting her hot, gushing mound of sex up into my lips in a quickening pace until she peaked with an orgasm while I continued to hold onto her legs and venerate the alter of pussy between them. After she came, Monique said I was the first person to give her an orgasm by going down on her. She didn't return the favor and she didn't let me fuck her. We cuddled and she fell asleep while I stayed awake holding her, horny with blue balls, and in love.
*
Before meeting Monique I had frequently masturbated to and posted femdom content on my tumblr page, so this small exhibition of female-led sex was an immense turn on for me, though very different in practice than during a fap session, as I would discover further.
*
We began to meet a few times a week and on each occasion I let Monique set the tone sexually, until one day she let me fuck her after an hour of me bringing her to an especially powerful climax with my lips and tongue. She ran her fingers through my hair after her orgasm and pulled me up along the length of her shapely, firm body, then gave me permission to enter her with my penis by keeping me between her legs and guiding me to her and saying, "go ahead, it's OK this time, just don't come in me." She was perfectly tight, though I seemed to give her no discomfort. I moved inside her slowly, reverently. After a few minutes of meeting her eyes and passionately making love to Monique I climaxed with her for the first time - just remembering to pull out at the last second and spraying her pussy with my cum. After a few seconds and while I was still breathing heavily, Monique smiled and gently but firmly pushed my head back down past her hips. I knew what she wanted me to do. Having just cum, I was repulsed by the smell of my sexual discharge, but also wanted to make her happy. Reaching out with my tongue, I looked up to see a look of amused satisfaction on Monique's face, then I began lapping up my cum from her well-trimmed mound until we were again both very horny. I placed my hands on Monique's legs like I knew she enjoyed and ate her gently until she climaxed a second time.
*
A couple weeks later, during one of our lovemaking sessions, which is what I called what we did together (She called it fucking), I had fallen to my knees on the bed and brought her to an orgasm through worshipping her pussy, then began to move up to fuck her as I usually did, when she placed her hands on my shoulders, holding me from entering her and said, "you don't have to cum every time we fuck, you know. I think I'm done, OK?"
I was floored, 'of course I do' I thought, but then wondered if I really did, and if it might be all right if I just brought Monique to an orgasm sometimes and went without myself, to show my devotion to her. "OK." I timidly replied, and got up to draw her a bath and take my mind off of my raging hard on for her. I knew I was becoming more and more hers, and that this sense of ownership only went one way.
*
After another night of fucking, in the post-coital glow, Monique asked me what my fantasies were and for the first time I opened up honestly to another person and told her that I fantasized about being dominated by a woman. I had never showed anyone my tumblr before either, but I brought it up on my phone, showing captions of woman-led relationships, women fucking men with strapons, as well as cuckolding and whipping them. Monique had never heard of these things before, but after laughing at some of the predicaments of the men in the pictures, thought it was perfect. She's exceptionally dominant and often incredibly cruel and bitchy, and so offered to be my dominatrix.
I said "ok" but don't think either of us had any idea what I was in for then. Then she asked about the strapon pictures and if I really liked it up the ass. I was nervous and said "sometimes," but that I had only done it by myself.
"Oh my god, my boyfriend's gay!" laughed Monique. "How embarrassing." I was a little humiliated, but for the first time she called me her boyfriend.
Then Monique moved her shapely body to sit on the edge of the bed and with a stern face, said, "If you really want me to be your dominatrix then your safeword is "Tiamat," but I expect you to refrain from using it. Now, bend over my lap."
"Why?" I asked suspiciously, with a mixture of fear and excitement...
"If you want me to be your dominatrix you're going to have to obey me. If you don't want to do this, that's OK, but if you do, you can never disobey me or I'll quit playing...for good. Your fantasy is being a little bitch, but mine is having a boy do whatever I want. I won't ask you to bend over my lap a second time."
