A Dom that loves denial (M/f) (Denial) (BDSM)

It was a Friday night, which was movie night for a lovely couple. Maria and Ray were laying in their bed, spooning under the covers to some cheesy cop movie he had picked out after declining her suggestions. It was nearing eleven o’clock and Ray decided to stop the movie as it was bedtime for his sub. She asked to stay up a bit later for the movie and he told her that it’s not gonna be a good idea. Then she softly asked him a question.

“Why do you always say no to me? Whenever I want something it’s always a no.” She whinily said to him. He thought for a moment choosing his words.

“Baby, you know I like to choose and denial. And it’s not always, I let you pick stuff at times. How about now, I’ll let you pick. Would you like to cum?” She felt as though it was a trap. Maria knee her answer but looking at her bald headed master and with his cobalt blue eyes looking back at her, she was afraid of what to choose. He encouraged her to answer and she softly whispered a pathetic little “yes.” His look turned into condescension as an evil smirk appeared.

My professor’s obsession [FFM] [Bdsm] [Oil] [Slight Coercion] [Preamble]

I had put on the black dress and the laced lingerie on underneath. I walked from my car to the large wooden doors. I knocked and waited patiently for a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. It took me a second as to how this happened before the thoughts came to mind.

*Mr. Franklin was also the professor that was viewed as a good guy. He was always generous and helpful to all. He made the work easier so that all the students could understand. He also had a pretty looking body. From his flowy chocolate brown hair to his salt and pepper beard. He was also of a higher lifestyle, driving around a sports car and wearing suits and watches all the time. He also had a commanding voice, maybe from his previous work when he was in the marines. He was married but I still had a decently sized crush on him.

Meeting my owner [FM]

I was so excited. It felt like a movie. My plane had just landed in the airport. As soon as I collected my baggage, I went to the escalators. Waiting downstairs, was my owner. Holding a cute sign with my name is bright pink bubble letters (my favorite type!). I walked up to him and immediately fell in love with the chemistry. His eyes could say so much but his big lips only said “How was your flight, sweetie?” I kept staring into his beautiful eyes before realizing his question, causing me to stutter out “A-ah yes, yes it was.”

We both giggled at my response. He hugged me so tightly I could feel the bulge he was trying to hide. We went towards the parking garage to find his truck. I threw my bags in the back as we climbed into our seats. The airport was a good distance away from his house. He drove the entire time; with one eye on the road and one eye on me. He was wearing a bright blue dress shirt with dark gray slacks and leather shoes. His hair was perfectly combed. I was feeling like a mix of a princess and a homeless girl. I felt beautiful wearing the pink half shoulder top and denim jeans and knee-high brown boots he ordered for me; but I still felt that I wasn’t enough for him.