Authors Note: I have not discussed the emotions of characters much in previous stories and this has drawn some comments. Partly it's because I write these for the benefit of me. I who have struggled with having less than vanilla desires, running away from them, and the pain and misery it has caused me including I think probably losing chances at true love that's why I'm writing these so when I write them to a large extent I write them with myself in the place of the male and so I know how I'd feel and it turns me on and I feel like by omitting them then each person can read into them what they want to how they'd most be turned on but I realize if I want to write a romantic novel or otherwise I'll have to start attributing emotion to my characters so we'll try it here in what is a semi-autobiographical story in terms of me really basing this on how I'd like such an encounter to go down.
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I sat there for a while tied to the chair with Patrice's panties over my nose.
I was feeling excited and very horny.
What I had always wanted was happening and not with a stranger but with someone I knew, someone I felt comfortable with.
I wanted to cum.
She came back in every few minutes or so and teased me, asked me to speak to her and did the "I can't hear you speak up" routine which turned me on even more every time we did it.
I was beginning to want her to untie me so I could pound her with my cock, just beat that pussy up.
Maybe it was the oysters maybe it was the dominance but I wanted to fuck the shit out of Patrice.
Finally, Patrice came in and she took off the panties and she took off my gag.
"So how are you feeling Jackie?" she asked.
"Patrice you have no idea how much I am enjoying this," I replied
She started stroking my rock hard dick with her soft supple fingers with a soft touch, which made me feel comfortable
"I don't know Jackie, I think I have an idea" she said.
Patrice was clearly enjoying herself, you could see the wetness in her panties.
"Let's talk, Jackie."
"About"
"So you've known you're this way since we were like high school age."
"Yes."
"And you've only now started really pursuing this?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because people think it's weird Patrice. Like when you dropped your purse today and especially when we were growing up. Women might have been a bit more understanding but males weren't back then, especially the insecure ones not comfortable in their own masculinity so they have to act all tough and macho. It's always talking about how they 'fucked her' in the locker room and half the time it's a fucking lie."
"Jackie there were certainly groups you could have joined."
"Maybe but remember I've always seen myself as maybe being able to even win the White House or a Nobel Prize or be a big time billionaire and if people find out shit like this."
"The world is changing Jackie."
"I know but there are still a lot of ignorant people out there."
"Jackie, there are also understanding ones too."
"I know but then many of the dominant women, they want to do things like CBT or chastity, or outright exploitation of their submissives financially or otherwise and being exploited does not turn me on. Being dominated by a pretty girl does but it's foreplay in a sense and I mean I still want to be able to fuck normally and fuck as a dominant partner as well as submitting and again I want to conquer the world. Being willing to submit to a woman is the ultimate act of trust as I bow before no man."
"I know you don't and that's what makes this so hot for me. Because Jackie who you are, you're the guy who wants to be a big shot and yet you let me have you bound and gagged to that chair with panties over your nose."
"And I loved having those panties over my nose. You have no idea how intense it is, Patrice"
"I'm going to make it more intense for you if you want Jackie"
"How intense?"
"What can you take Jackie?"
We then began talking about everything basically I wouldn't be willing to do and I left the window wide open otherwise. We agreed on a safeword and then a series of safe gestures for when she had me gagged and I let her know I wanted to be gagged and a lot. For a man who is such a man of words with such a gift of gab in a situation like this being gagged is so unbelievably hot especially when the right girl is doing it and right now Patrice was definitely the right girl.
"Ok Jackie, it's time for a dessert."
"What kind of dessert Patrice?"
"Miss Patrice, Jackie."
"What kind of dessert Miss Patrice?"
"Good boy. You'll see."
Patrice left the room and I felt very excited. She hadn't left me gagged and I felt kind of naked without it. She came back in with a bucket of strawberries and a bucket of whipped cream.
Patrice took a strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream, sucked the cream off of it, and then brought it up to my mouth.
"Take a bite Jackie."
I complied. She then ate the rest of the strawberry
Patrice took the next strawberry, dipped it in whipped cream, and brought it up to me.
"Bite."
I did.
She repeated this process off and on with several strawberries.
She then took the bucket of strawberries and put in on the table.
"Jackie are you ready for the next part?"
"What will it entail Miss Patrice?"
"Oh you're still having your desert and you're still having whipped cream, in fact you might like this more."
"Ok"
Patrice took both the bucket of whipped cream and the strawberries out of the room.
I thought it was odd that she took the whipped cream because she said my dessert was still going to consist of whipped cream.
She came back in the room, this time with a can of Ready Whip and then she came to me and then sat down in my lap, me still tied to the chair. I wanted to fuck her right there and I started to make thrusting motions.
