She stepped into the shower and let warm water bubble over her neck. It was unusual for her to be home first, although the directions she had been given were quite specific. Her thoughts lingered on his message. Only a week before she would have considered it most unusual, but the events of the last few days had introduced a new and exciting perspective to their relationship.
Earlier that week something inexplicable had happened, something so strange it felt almost dreamlike. The following day they awoke, unsure if had really happened. He described the experience as a trance. Some part of him that had always existed in his subconscious but never truly manifested itself. It took control of his body and spellbound he acted upon his darkest urges. The devil inside him dominated her, animalistic, used her for his satisfaction. That encounter prompted a rediscovery of her kink for domination and her appetite lingered on, unsatiated. The results were electifying. All she could think about was that evening, replaying over and over again in her mind.
Typically, given his obsession with history, he described his newfound spirit as ‘Bacchus’, the Roman god of wine and sex. She found his choice of name far too pretentious. For lack of a better idea she decided to call him ‘Mr. Red’. The colour of passion seemed fitting enough.
Mr Red’s return was promised following their first liaison. Each evening she waited in anticipation. But much to her disappointment the depraved spirit of Bacchus failed to make another appearance. That was, until this afternoon.
Her had phone vibrated on her work desk and the WhatsApp message made his intentions clear: “Mr Red is taking you out for dinner this evening. I will be home from work late, picking up a new toy. Be ready. Wear a dress and no underwear – Bacchus”.
She dried her naked body with a soft white towel and padded through the apartment. Sat at her dressing table she readied herself for the night ahead, blow drying her hair and applying makeup with precision. A twitch of excitement caused her heart to flutter. The man she loved would walk through the door, but it felt different and exciting. Mr Red might look the same, but he operated in a way that made her weak with carnal desire.
She pulled a polka dot blue dress on over her head and checked her appearance in the full length mirror. As requested she wore no underwear. All she could do now was wait, with each passing minute her anticipation built. She switched on the television in an effort to distract herself and began absentmindedly watching the evening news.
The sound of keys twisting in the front door sent needles of adrenaline pumping through her. Before she could compose herself a figure appeared in the doorway. Something about his demeanor made her thighs tremble. She knew it was Mr Red, his distinctive eyes ablaze with lust. “Stand up”, he demanded. She did as she was told.
He looked her up and down, taking ownership of her body. Crossing the room his eyes remained locked onto hers. His left hand grasped and pulled her black hair, his lips on her neck, simultaneously he reached up her skirt. The slightest brush of his hand on her cunt. A sudden intake of breath. He kissed her longingly before pulling away.
“Good” he remarked. “You look great, but you’re not ready for dinner yet”. Turn around, bend over. Hands on the sofa”.
Once again, she followed his command.
He lifted the blue dress up over her hips, exposing her nakedness. A stinging hand cracked across her backside. Pain and pleasure, punctuated by a squeak that escaped her lips.
“Are you going to be my slut again tonight?”
“Mmmm”.
His hand stung her ass for a second time, harder. “Good”, he replied. “Bend over some more. Legs open for me. Face in the cushions. Bite them if you have to”.
She lent into the sofa, presenting herself to his touch. The slightest flick of his tongue teased her before delving inside. She whimpered as he swept from clit upwards, exploring every part of her, random strokes, outside and in. His tongue drifted from her cunt, circling her ass.She pushed herself into his face, moaning as he probed deeper.
He stopped abruptly, leaving her anticipating his next move. The sharp sting of his palm cracked across her ass again, grasping and squeezing insatiably. “This is mine”, he whispered in her ear. From behind she heard the metal jink of his belt buckle. Leather on skin smarted as he whipped the belt, teasing before snapping it over her bare ass. She wriggled, whimpering through each sweet shock of pain, the exhilarating sound of each crack made her wetter for more.
His hard cock pressed against her, growling animalistically as he worshiped her body from outside. The sensation of cool lubricant caused her to shiver with cries of pleasure as he slipped four fingers into her cunt. Hard and quick, shockwaves of delight as he manipulated within. He leaned in and bit her ass ravenously. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, this is just a warm up”, he said. “You cum later. Tell me you want to be fucked in the ass”.
“Fuck me in the ass”.
Lubricant slick on their bodies, his cock teasing. A firm grip on her hips, he took what he desired, deep and deliberate, stealing her breath. His pace slow initially, with each thrust he quickened. She thought fleetingly about the strangeness of their situation. From never experimenting with anal sex together she found herself bent over the sofa in hedonistic pleasure.
His hand crept from her waist to her clit and began to massage over her. The tightening of her core, she knew she would squirt from his touch. The pace of his movement intensified, sensing the moment was near. His cock thrusting inside her, fingers working her cunt. “Are you going to squirt for me?” The release came as a wave, trembling, she soaked her thighs. Sex dripping down her body and his.
His motion slowed, his breath on her back heavy, she knew he was close. He wrapped both hands around her long hair, pulling her onto his cock. With a final thrust she felt him twitching as he came inside her, growling as he used her body for pleasure.
A firm hand stung across the back of her ass again for good measure. “Don’t move”, he grunted.
She waited, face pressed into the sofa, legs dripping. “You’re almost ready for our date, but you’re just missing one thing”. From behind he slipped something into her wet cunt, sat both inside and over her clit. “This is a remote controlled vibrator”, he said. “I am in total control of when and where you can cum”. He pulled his trousers back on and took out his phone. “I will order an Uber. Let’s get something to eat, but don’t you dare move until I tell you to”.
He made her wait in the same position, bent over the sofa. Mr Red stood behind, sipping the froth off a cold beer, admiring her body and his own handiwork from different angles. She felt his gaze linger over every part of her, studying her form. “This view is absolutely perfect. I am tempted to cancel our dinner reservation”, he remarked. She felt so exposed in front of him, almost embarrassed regardless of their long history. Often she would look at herself in the mirror and see her body as flawed. But despite her anxieties he stood behind her at her most vulnerable, drinking in the scene as though contemplating a piece of fine art.
Their taxi arrived. He took her by the hand and walked her down, opening the car door for her to cimb in the rear passenger seats. Mr Red might be a creature of sin, but he still took care of her. They sat in silence as the car pulled away, but after a few minutes on the road her phone buzzed.
Withdrawing from her handbag she glanced at the notification, ‘Can you feel my cum inside you?’
She shot a look at the man sat next to her, his face set in devious expression. He winked, opening his hand to reveal a small remote control. His thumb stroked the button. She knew what was coming, but the sensation still blindsided her. A throbbing wave of pleasure swept from her legs upwards as a low hum buzzed inside the cabin. Forgetting where she was, a short gasp escaped her lips. The taxi driver flashed her a quizzical look in the rear view mirror.
The vibration stopped. Her phone lit up with another message.‘Not yet’, it read.
The car stopped outside a busy smokehouse restaurant, alive with activity. Mr Red instructed her to climb out of the car and guided her into the restaurant with a firm hand on her lower back. Greeted by a bubbly waitress they were guided to a small round table for two set in the middle of the restaurant. They sat surrounded by other diners and waitresses rushing between tables, their hands occupied by drinks and plates of food.
“Are you having fun?” He asked.
She opened her mouth to answer, hindered by a sudden intake of breath. A split second of sensual vibration, her thighs pulled together. He flashed her a wicked smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear that. Are you having fun?”
She tried to reply again, but another gasp caught in her throat as a surge of ecstasy shook her centre. She found herself grasping the table, eyes rolling back at the ceiling. The vibration stopped once more.
“What can I get you guys?” A waitress appeared at their table.
“Can I have the pulled pork and mushroom pizza”, he replied.
“Of course”. The waitress scribbled his order before looking at her with expectation “And for you?”
“Can I get-” Another swell of arousing euphoria, she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.
“She wants the burger with cheese and bacon”, he said. “Can we also have a bottle of the Pinot Noir?”
The waitress smiled and left, allowing her a moment to relaxation to take a deep breath and compose herself. “You are such a bastard”.
“I know”, he said. “But don’t pretend like you’re not enjoying this”. He poured out two generous measures of red wine and raised his glass. “To my own beautiful slut, waiting to cum hard infront of all these people.”
The thought of people watching made her twitch with excitement. She looked at all the unknown faces, people enjoying their meals unaware of what might be happening on the table next door. Her cunt trembled, anticipating stimulation at any moment, the feeling of his cum still inside her.
The waitress re-appeared with their food. She didn’t feel much like eating, hungry for another sort of gratification, but the burger looked quite delicious. She ate as much as she was willing to and pushed her plate forward. “All done?” He asked. “Now then. You will cum. But not until I’ve finished every bite of this pizza”.
Her breath hastened. Pulsating vibrations intensified. He pulled the remote control out of his pocket and placed it in the centre of the table. She couldn’t help but smile and bite her lip as the pleasure grew. He picked up the final slice of pizza and put half in his mouth, chewing torturously slow. “Is your ass raw on that hard chair?” He asked swallowing the mouthful. “A few nice welts?”.She couldn’t reply, too engrossed by what was happening between her legs. ”Remember the rules”, he said. “Not until I’ve finished this last bite”.
Tension built on tension. She took deep slow breaths to restrain herself, longing to be released. For whatever reason she felt obliged to restrain herself, unsure of the consequences for failure. The sensation ratcheted up in waves. A fire lighting up her pleasure receptors and burning out of control.
Mr Red motioned towards the last lone piece of pizza, teasing. He stopped, fixed her in his gaze. “Look at me when you cum”. He picked up the last piece, slowly moving towards his mouth, maintaining eye contact. She waited, longing, right on the edge of her control. With a swift change of pace he stuffed the remaining pizza in his mouth.
The release was instantaneous. An earthquake of sexual bliss shook her with a force that almost dropped her to the floor. She whimpered between gritted teeth, as quiet as possible to not attract attention. His eyes remained locked onto hers, transfixed as she continued to twitch uncontrollably, ripples of pleasure shaking her whole body.
He switched off the remote control and slowly, the intense high subsided. She looked at the faces of the strangers around her, some looked suspicious, but otherwise the restaurant continued to operate as normal.
Across the table, his eyes still fixated on her. The same lustful expression remained set on his face. “Seeing you twitch like that. You looked incredible”, he raised his hand to signal the waitress. “We’re going home. I’m not done with you yet”.
This story follows on from my first: “A devil takes control”.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8t026r/a_date_with_domination_mf_mdom_anal