*I wrote another roleplay prompt that I realized could stand on its own as a short story. Again, no effort and I really need to try and safe these, since this is a throw away account. I want to grow my writing presence on here from my main. Anyways, hope you enjoy!!!*
“You look so powerful down there.” I said to you. The first time you sucked my cock, throbbing in your mouth, sucking as my precum leaked onto your tongue and my reaction was to comment on your power. Not calling you a good girl, not how slutty you looked. Afterwards, when you asked about it, I explained it to you that it’s actually the girl who has all the power when sucking cock.
That’s how it all began.
It was slow. Easy. Gentle. I didn’t push anything and I was always attentive to your needs, your feelings. I made sure you knew your happiness was my priority.
The first habit I started to get you into was putting your hand on my bulge and saying “This is your dick.” I’d put my arm on your waist, giving you no choice but to put your other hand on my shoulder or on the back of my head. We’d kiss and I’d ask you to say it. You’d say “This is my dick.” So bashful and giggle a bit.
Now it’s to the point you aren’t prompted by me to do it anymore. You can’t help yourself, grabbing me and saying “This is my dick.” With the happiest of smiles on your face.
Eating you out, I made you tell me what I did. Before my mouth touched you, I forced you to tell me where you wanted my tongue. Embarrassed, you shyly said your clit and slowly. You got the idea rather quickly. Telling me to slide my tongue through your lips. Slow, strong licks on your clit. Faster. Faster! Putting a finger inside you. Waiting for you to tell me to massage your gspot. When to ad a second finger. Then, a third.
The same went with sex. Getting on top of you, I’d make you be verbal. Going slow, picking up when you asked for it. Explaining that I’m not going to fold your legs to your chest unless you ask me. That went for any position, I told you. It was frustrating, but I always made up for it.
“Your orgasms are my responsibility.” I told you all the time.
Whenever you sucked my dick, I would moan and squirm. Telling you how good you were, how talented. How I’ve never had a mouth like yours. Of course, I’d never forget to mention your power. How sexy you look when you’re wearing all that power. All that control. I *always* asked you for permission to cum. Of course, you would always say yes.
Then came the day you told me “Not yet.” You just wanted to hear me praise you a little longer. That’s what you told yourself. I started begging you to cum, telling you how hot and sexy you looked at that moment. You wanted me to see you working me over just a little while longer. You told yourself you wanted to be sexy for my just a little longer.
When you let me cum, I was loud. Louder than usual. I shot so much cum onto your mouth, it even surprised you. When you came off of me, you had your mouth wide open with a smile. You wanted me to see how much I came. Instead, I said “God, you look so proud of yourself!” That’s when you realized you were proud. *Very* proud, even!
When our relationship deepened, you thought things were going to dip, sexually. You’d been cheated on so many times, it gave you anxiety and made you worry. You weren’t trying to hurt my feelings, you were voicing your fears. That’s how I took that too. However, I had an answer you were never expecting.
I put a chastity cage and keys in your hands.
“If you’re worried, then I’ll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure. This is your dick.”
That was the first time you rode my cock. You started sucking me, saying you’d feel bad about locking the cage on me if I didn’t cum before hand. All my compliments of your hotness and power, it started to get to you. You really started to feel it. After all, this wasn’t words. This was *real* power, physically in your hands in the form of keys.
You hopped right on me, pushing me deep inside you as you held my face. You begged me to tell you who my dick belonged to. I told you it was your dick. I kept saying it until I asked to cum. You weren’t ready, despite having an orgasm before. I got louder. My voice got needier. I told you *your* cock needs to cum so bad. You still weren’t ready. Your cock only came with permission and you felt that, even if the words weren’t in your head. When you let me cum, you hopped off and I came all over myself. You ended up playing with it a little while we relaxed.
Locking me up, knowing the keys were around your neck, hidden by your cleavage. If you started to worry, you’d take them out and hold them. No one ever took this big of a step for you. Even I couldn’t imagine how special that made you feel.
This was our relationship now. Telling me how to lick and finger. Telling me how to fuck you. Listening to me moan about how powerful you are when your mouth goes to work on me. Listening to me beg to cum longer and longer each time. Then locking me back up, safe and sound while we both cuddle. Telling you how happy it makes me feel to keep you from worrying.
One day, I asked if we could try a different position. You were so eager to repay me for all I did, you told me “yes” without hearing what position it was first! I showed you a picture of a man on his back, his legs up to his chest. The woman was on top of him, her legs spread and knees on either side of him she was riding him, both grinding back and forth and able to move up and down.
It was the Amazon Position
So, you tried it. You felt awkward, at first. It was something new, something you weren’t used to. But, you started getting into it. My moans were loud. My dick was so deep inside you. You held my thighs, using them as handle bars to ride and grind as hard and fast as you wanted. You really were in complete control in this position.
That’s when you heard your voice leave your mouth against your will. Hearing you say what you said, it embarrassed you. It was so filthy, what you said! It didn’t sound like you before you met me.
“Tell mommy who’s dick this is.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ms2q1q/conditioned_into_femdom_secondperson_perspective