A date with domination [MF, Mdom, anal]

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.

A Devil takes control [MF, Mdom, Fsub]

Rain lashed loud on the windows, whipped into a fervour by the wind. Long droplets streaked each dirty pane of glass. Safe inside, the two occupants paid little attention to the weather. Occasional glances from the television made them thankful they were warm and dry.

Hues of blue and green cast across the darkened room. The outlines of their bodies thrown large in the flickering light of the television display. They sat a short distance apart, quite content to ignore one another. The television programme was of little interest and yet it provided a certain sense of comfort as they waited for the right moment to crawl into bed.

She loved him, of course she did. But life moves onwards and relationships change, she knew that. Their early relationship had been marked by passion and experimentation. They explored each other’s kinks, domination and bondage. Whole evenings would be spent in the bedroom, fucking and being fucked. Little by little they found less time for each other and more time to waste in front of the television, or a mobile phone screen. It was never a conscious choice they made, she wasn’t to blame, nor was he. It had just become easy to forget how insatiable their love could be. Now they existed in each others space, deeply loved, but rarely lovers.