I had talked to him for a couple of weeks now. Claimed he was in the lifestyle. He said that he was a dom. He would make all my fantasies come true. I would laugh him off, he talks of chains and whips. " What kind of dom needs to tie his sub down? Are you that insecure in yourself?"
He never did like when I would say things like that. He would try to convince me that he could handle me. Convince me that we should meet and find out. I asked him what made him worth it? Never really answering me, he would vaguely talk of all the pleasure he would give me. Talk dirty to me on the phone, making me wet. I could hear him on the other end stroking it hard, balls slapped against his thighs, his voice would get deep, muffled. I would always cut him off, hang up before he came. I never allowed him to cum for me.
Another week went by, he would make advances, I would dodge them. He was starting to get frustrated, this I could tell. Then one day when he calls, his starts the dirty talk. His voice is different, sounds more of a strained anger, more than pleasure. He talks of handcuffs, I say uh uh. Once again, he is showing controlled fury in his voice. "How can I dominate you, when you won't let me tie you up?"
I laugh, angering his little male pride more. " Why does it matter who is the dominate one, it is all for my pleasure anyways."
Silence on the other end. Minutes went by without him saying anything. I laughed a little on my line, asked him if he was all right.
Finally, he spoke. Voice choked he uttered one word. "Defeated."
Once again I laugh. " What do you mean by that?"
"I just realize now, everything you have been to me, all these weeks of torture, you was preening me. Getting me ready for you. Letting me know what you want and how you like it. All this, to prove a point, so you win. I am yours however you want me." As he says this, his voice has took on a bewildered, stunned quality.
"Good, so now you are up to speed. I want you to write me a story of how I dominate you. I expect it tonight before you can go to bed." I hang up immediately. Smiling to myself, pleased that I have found my next toy.
Through emails and text, I instruct him of the meeting time and place. He is also told to not allow himself to cum, untill meeting me. This is a week away and I hear some reluctance in his voice. "If you can not handle this small inconvenience, you surely are not ready or worthy for me. I have certain like and desires, if you can not meet those requirements, this is a waste of both of our times. I need you shaved, on time and obedient. Is that too much to ask of you?"
"No."
"Then do as I say and stop making me repeat myself."
Hanging up, I feel a bit of aggrivation. This is going to have more resistance then I thought. I just might have to beat the dom out of my new toy.
The week has past with speed, now moments before his arrival. I look in the mirror, adjusting the black laced up corset. Running fingers over the lace panties, dipping inside for a moment to tease the soft folds. Bending over to tie up my boots, loving the feel of the the thong pulling taut against my ass.
The door bell rings, once then twice. I leave the living room to go to the foyer. Checking my makeup in the mirror as I pass it to open the door.