No Questions Asked!? [FM (F?)] [female taking charge]

“Would you come eat me out?”

“Okay, but you know you really don’t need to ask at this point. You can just tell me, you know I’ll come on over, I always do!”

He slinked over to her and gave her all the time she needed. It was fantastic, and it always was. “Oh God, Baby, wow. That was great, but does it really bother you that I ask?”

He sat quietly for a bit, “..yeah, I guess so. I just get worried that if you’re always asking it will mean I need to… I just get worried about being rejected one day. We haven’t even gotten to some of the kinkier stuff yet, ya know?”

That took her aback, “The kinkier stuff?” Then she grinned, “You want more of this then, don’t you?” and rubbed her body up and down.

“I do.” And then, “I know you want more than what we do now, too, and I’m worried if you’re always asking you’ll be too nervous. You just can’t accept, it feels like to me, that I will always be up to eating your sweet little vagina. I am, I always am.”

He tells Her [fsub] [mf]

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“I’m scared.”

This wasn’t her style, “What’s wrong, Sweetie?”

“I’m just not doing enough, I’m being… lazy. I just go to work and, jeez, even while I’m there I goof off half the time, and when I get home it feels even worse. You are always going, ‘I finished paying the car bill, calling the health insurance people, et. cetera.” What do I do? I sit around, it’s disgraceful.”

“Don’t worry, you usually do more than enough, just enjoy yourself!”

“This is how even the youngest of women get left!”

“What?!”

“I have fears, okay? Really. Take this seriously. When I think about you, I see a real adult that takes care of real shit. I don’t always see that with me. It bugs me. You eat raw vegetables every night, for Gods’ sake!”

“… not… every night! I’m… sorry.”

He makes a deal with Her [MF] [Fsub]

"If I do another dish I'll blow this fucking place down."

The dishwasher had gone out after a large party and every single dish in the house needed cleaning, the apartment complex simply didn't care. The whole apartment room was in a state of disarray. Only working part time, house work was Her duty and even though He helped, she was afraid of falling behind.

"Sweety, go sit down, I'm not asking. I'll do this. I'll do all the rest of it, you've done enough already."

When He talked like that, She listened, but she couldn't help feeling guilty and she started to cry as she nearly stumbled over a book while going to sit on the couch. Minutes later he had her a clean glass of wine and some cheese on an admittedly paper plate.

"No, please, Hon… this is my job, we agreed. It's.. it's… my wifely duties!" She was still drinking the wine, though, He noted and smiled.

"Shut up."

He'd never said those words to Her before, and she listened. She looked at him and was unsure what to think. Staying quiet, she decided to listen instead.

He NEEDS Her [MF, anal]

"Baby, oh my god, you look so amazing."

She looked back at him, without removing her posterior from his point of view, "You think so, huh?" Her mouth turned up into a great smile.

"I do." And he slid behind her, and kissed the backside of her lips. She could feel his erection through both her dress and his pants.

"Those jeans can't feel comfortable… and, oh, by the way… will you help me out of my dress?" It turned out he would.

"Your… it…" he sounded sad, "your ass feels so good right now."

This confused Her immensely. "That's good, right?" It kind of took her out of the mood, sadly, but it was true. "What's a matter, babe?"

"We only have twenty minutes and I… I…" he was getting nervous, "I need you, Sweety."

"Twenty minutes, no problem… I'm not even horny… I can blow you quickly and we can be on our way. Damn time anyhow!" she was feeling triumphant, sexy, confident. She could take care of her man quickly and go about her day without anything in return. It was the kind of thing a strong woman should do, right?

She hears Him [MF]

"I had sooooo much fun last week, you know that?" and She was smiling and He so he had to believe it, she was giggling as well and dancing around on her tippy toes, the pinnacle of excitement.

"You want to do that again, have me take you?" He grinned as well now, remembering sliding his fingers down her throat until she gagged and playing out some rather dirty fantasies with her socks.

She laughed, "I want to do THAT again, but it's my turn this time, Silly Man!" She was much more confident this time. He asked her if she had ideas, and she replied: "You think I'd be this giggly if I didn't?" She was really drumming up the cuteness and her face had that iconic tilt to it that displayed playful questioning.

"I guess not, I guess not. So, what's up?"

AHAHA, she laughed, "You didn't tell me the whole plan, did you, and I know your pervy brain had that all inside. Listen, I get to be confident and brave now, right? I didn't reject you once, not once, not even when what you asked me to do pushed me to my very limits. I probably stuttered, and I was certainly quiet, but I followed directions, didn't I? Don't answer that, if you agree I did well, drop your drawers so I can suck your cock, I really want to suck your cock."

He Takes Her [MF] [Fsub]

They were getting bored. It was time to expand their horizons and so He asked Her what she would like.

She said she didn't know.

It frustrated Him so greatly, for He felt that He couldn't bring up one of his new desires without pleasing one of Hers.

Disturbing their balance, he knew, could be dangerous.

"Are you not bored too, my Dear?" he asked her, cautiously, and she silent agreed. "Then we should do something new?" And 'she' nodded 'yes' again. It would be His decision, he knew.

"I see that you aren't willing to tell me anything new, so I must cure this boredom on my own." It was a statement, no response. "Come here."

She began to stand up, to walk towards him, but he pushed Her down by the shoulder, "Crawl."

And so She did and she winced as her knees hurt of the hard-wood flooring. He had never treated her this way before. They were both aroused, she smiled. It was a mistake.

"You know, Dear, that this is more difficult for me? You giving me this power? What if I ask something of you and you refuse? You give me power and then deny me when I'm most vulnerable, out there, how would that make me feel?"