I'm a different breed of woman. The kind you don't hear much about. I have a deep craving for making men submit to me. I'm plump, some men would say fat. Maybe that's true and maybe it's not, but it's not something that fills my day.
I've finally reached a point in my life where I am comfortable with the woman I am. I no longer hold back and if there is something about me that you don't like, I don't need you in my life. At the moment I have a fit black man restrained in my sex room.
He's delicious. Light skin, 5'8", muscular, and very prideful. I found him a few months ago checking my chest out while I was shopping got groceries. We exchanged numbers and he became one of my regulars.
This particular black man is successful, intelligent, athletic, and prices himself on being a man's man. Someone who can handle himself as a commanding figure at work or on the streets. There's a powerful demeanor about him that makes others shrink in his presence.
These are things that turn me on about him but what really sparked my attention is that he was seaking a dominant white woman to own him. Someone who would allow him to give over all forms of power and let him be the one thing he could never be outside of sex.
He explained that carrying that mantle everywhere gets exhausting and that sometimes he just needs to take the mask off and let a woman take command of him, no restraints or limits. He wanted me to own every aspect of him. Make him fear me, yet beg for more.
I loved the idea and ran with it. Tonight has been the culmination of it all. I was going to pull out all the strings and see if he would dare tell me no. There were no code words for me to stop. At least not one that I would actually adhere to.
So like I was saying, he's currently nude and restrained in an X shape. His large cock throbbing at full display. The look in his eyes say fuck me, but I'll test that. I want to see what his limits are.
I grab his balls and squeeze, he winces and tries to pull his hips back. I yank him forward.