Tag: Male Dominant

About 30 minutes after leaving her on the treadmill, I hear it stopping. I give her time to get to the kitchen and walk out. Mandy is at the bucket, but looking around to see if anyone can see her.

“Go ahead. I’m going to see you. That’s the purpose of it being out here. It’s supposed to be embarrassing.”

Mandy understands now and pulls down her panties. It’s takes a few seconds, but she finally starts peeing. I go back to my room and hear the treadmill start back up. I sit down to read a file while she finishes walking. I’d planned on working most of the night but this would get me by. I hear shuffling coming down the hall. Mandy walks in the bedroom drenched in sweat and out of breath.

Mandy “That feels good and I’m exhausted. But thank you.”

“Rinse off in the shower. I left you a new bra and panty set on the vanity. There’s also a toothbrush and toothpaste for you. You’re doing really good so far.”

Mandy “Thank you daddy!”

Mandy hops in the shower and I crawl in bed. She’s back soon and looks much better. Read more »

My boyfriend, Jason, begged me for the hundredth time to send him a flirty text this week. I’d always been weary of sexting. What if someone saw? I’d spent the morning texting with him. Jason had been gone for a week and wasn’t expected back for at least another. I was feeling kind of naughty, so I sent him a text.

*“I’m wearing that baby doll nightie you like.”*

There, that should make him happy! I can’t believe I did it. I collapse onto the bed giggling, clutching my phone waiting for him to text back. I wait a few minutes. Nothing. Where is he? He shouldn’t be asleep, it’s still early in England. I wait two more minutes before I decide to send him another message. I pull down the top of the nightie to show a bit of cleavage and take a selfie. Maybe this will get his attention. I hit send. Five minutes go by, nothing. I sit up in bed cross-legged. What has gotten into that man? First he bugs me to sext with him, now he’s not responding. I try one last time. I fluff the pillows against the headboard and lay back. I can’t believe I’m doing this! I slide off my thong to bare my freshly shaved kitty. I pull up the nightie slightly, spread my legs and snap a picture. Send. I wonder what his problem is? I put the phone down on the night table and decide to tidy the room. Ping. Finally! A text message from Jason. Read more »

It was a dark and stormy night as I drove down River Street next to the trolley tracks into Milton. I went over the river, and through the woods with the radio on. I was going to meet a man who was Dominant, and had put a personal ad online. He wanted a ‘submissive cocksucker’ who would dress in sexy lingerie. He would ‘train’ someone to do things the way he liked. I answered. Because his ad was so detailed, I decided to include my phone number in the first email, along with a small picture of me ‘dressed’ in a black strapless bra, black women’s underpants, and black thigh high fishnets with red ‘fuck me’ pumps. My phone rang very soon after I sent the reply, his voice sounded deep and masculine. He said he liked what I wrote, and he liked my picture.

He said he was going to be unavailable for two weeks, after tonight, so….would I see him tonight. I had to get ready, I asked him to call back. He did, and I said, “yes.” I got my bag together with an all black outfit, and left my house at eight o’clock to make sure I got to his house by nine. Read more »