We actually started out pretty vanilla, but I suppose there was always an element of domination in our sex lives because he’s 6’6” and muscular, where I’m all of 5’5” with an average frame. He physically dominated me just by standing next to me – let alone when he would throw me on the bed and have his way with me.
So when he told me he wanted me to start calling him Sir, and for me to be more submissive in bed, it seemed like a natural progression. And a hot one at that. I of course immediately agreed.
It was easy at first – because his demands started out simple. Generally it was just him getting bossier than usual. He would tell me what lingerie to wear. He would tell me to do things instead of asking. Give him head. Take off my dress. Play with myself. Bend over. His commanding tone was so sexy.