Friday, September 22, 2017

The Dominant Teacher : The Reluctant Student

I sat on my knees handcuffed, naked and waiting. Waiting for the punishment I had earned.
He walked circles around me. He paused for a second and pushed his dark framed glasses up on his face. He again began to walk circles around me.
I wasn’t given permission to talk so I stayed silent and watched him walk around me like I was prey. I just looked straight ahead and…waited. I had a feeling he didn’t know exactly what to do.
I wasn’t a video game.  I was a living breathing woman kneeling before him. I was thoroughly convinced he didn’t know what to do. Yet that was what he was here for. To learn.
“Umm,” he finally said. “I’m not sure what you want me to do? I mean…I’ve never been with another woman.”
I cocked my head to the side.
“It’s not what I want you to do…it’s what you want to do.”
“I don’t know what I want you to do…”
He rubbed his face with his hand.
I sighed.
“You can demand that I do anything to you. I can go down on you…”
“Yes!” he exclaimed. “I want you to do that.”
I almost laughed at his excitement.
“I want you to go down on me.”
I wiggle in my handcuffs starting to feel uncomfortable in them. I have been in them longer than this but they have never been all that comfortable. He was behind me but I addressed him looking straight ahead.
“Then tell me…wait. DEMAND that I do it.”
He ran his fingers through his hair.
“I don’t feel comfortable demanding you do anything like that,” he said.
Then he reached down and unlocked the handcuffs. He took them and tossed them to the ground. I sighed.
“Then why are we here?” I asked stretching my arms and my wrists.
“Because my wife wants a more demanding man in bed,” he said. “I can’t believe she would sign me up for this. I know we have issues in our sex life but this is just too much,” he ranted. “Sleeping with another woman…?”
I sat back on my heels.
“What do you want?” I inquired.
He said nothing for a few seconds then he let out a long breath.
“I want to make my wife happy. I would do anything to make her happy.”
“So you love your wife?”
“Yes, I do,” he replied.
“Then do this for her.”
He paced back and forth for a few minutes. I looked at my clock on the wall. This was going to have to hurry up. I had another client soon.
“Your wife needs you to be as strong and present with her as you are with your gamer buddies. You spend your days playing those games and no time wondering how to please her.”
That seemed to give him somewhat of a push. He walked over and stood in front of me.
“Go down on me,” he said.
I knew he could do better than that. I wasn’t going to let him off the hook.
“That’s not going to get me to do anything. Demand what you want.”
He took a deep breath. He pulled down his boxers and stepped closer.
“Suck my cock,” he said.
I tried not to smile as I took his shaft in my hand. I went to work wrapping my mouth around him. I jerked my head back and forth sucking his cock. I heard him moan as I continued to ravish his member. Drops of saliva hit the floor as I sucked him. My hand stroked him and his hand came to the back of my head.
“Stroke it faster,” he demanded.
Good Boy!
I began to stroke him harder and faster. Suddenly he yanked his cock from my hand and my mouth. I looked at him surprised. I again waited for his command.
“You almost made me come,” he chuckled. “Wow!” he exclaimed.
I didn’t say a word. He saw the seriousness in my face and wiped the smile off his.
“Umm…Get on all fours.”
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“No, don’t call me sir. Call me…umm…Master.”
“Yes, master.”
I followed his command and moved to my hands and knees. He walked behind me. I anticipated him ramming me from behind. Instead my body melted into the warm wet tongue he placed on my pussy. I moaned and instantly felt a slap on my ass. It was less of a slap and more of a tap.
“If you’re going to slap me on my ass you better make it hurt,” I replied.
My words were met with a harder slap. 
“Oh you can do better than that!” I responded.
He moved his mouth off me.  I waited to see what he would do next.  I heard him digging around in my trunk of goodies. I have this trunk of weapons and toys available to every client. I keep them sterilized and cleaned. Sometimes, the clients need some inspiration.
I listened until I heard the rummaging stop. Then I braced myself.
Suddenly my ass was struck so hard by a paddle I flew forward. I caught myself and felt my breathing increase.
“Was that hard enough?” he asked
It was hard enough. I was struggling to catch my breath.
“Y...yes,’ I answered.
I was struck again and again. The paddle continued to smack me on the ass and in the process grazed my pussy. I was so incredibly wet that by the time he was done paddling me, I was dripping all over the carpeted floor.
I felt him move behind me. He was licking me again. I began to rock wanting to feel his tongue on my clit.
The problem.
He didn’t stop me.
“Hey!” I said
He stopped.
“If I do anything you don’t want me to do, you have to say something. You demand your gamer friends to give you respect. Demand it now!”
I received a much harder slap on the ass.
“Did I tell you to talk?” he questioned.
Another slap on the ass.
He moved then. I heard him back at the trunk. Again…I waited. Suddenly my ass was again the target of the paddle. I grimaced but was able to hold position. I then began to feel pressure inside of me. It was a large object.  I could tell it wasn’t any number of dildos I possessed. He moved the object in and out. Hs pace was slow at first then faster and harder.
“This is your punishment. You only speak when the master request you to speak.”
“Yes, master,” I replied.
The object was shoved harder inside of me.
“Did I tell you to answer?”
I shut my mouth. I didn’t say a word. He was getting the hang of it and I could tell he had the potential to hand out more severe punishments.
He pulled the object out and brought it around to my face.
“Lick off your juices,” he ordered.
It was then that I realized he was using the handle of the flogger on me.
He was a quick study.
In his hand he had a condom. He handed it to me.
“Put this on me,” he said.
I sat up on my knees and put the condom on him. I stayed on my knees and waited for my next order.
“Back on all fours!”
The forcefulness in his voice shook me a little. I think I may have riled this one up a bit too much. I got back on all fours and put my ass in the air. He came behind me. I was alarmed when a large item was shoved inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned.
I was a little tight so he pushed and pushed until it was completely inside of me. I knew this feeling. It came from the largest dildo I owned in the trunk. He fucked me with the toy. It banged against my g-spot over and over again. He then slid it out and replaced the dildo with his own dick.
His fingers gripped my ass as he pounded me. I held on as he continued to fuck me forcefully.
“Fuck!” he said coming hard.
I noted it didn’t take him long to come. I barely had time to come myself. It was fine. My job was done.
He pulled out and removed the condom. He tossed it into the trash. I stood and stretched.
“Who told you to stand!”
I turned to look at him.
“Whoa, cowboy. We’re done.”
“No, we aren’t done,” he replied. “Lay down on your back and spread your legs.”
I paused with my hands on my hips.
“Look you can’t just…” I began.
I opened my mouth to speak then closed it. I decided to obey him. I lay down on the floor and spread my legs. He dropped down in front of me and dipped his head low until he was face to face with my dripping wet hole.
He didn’t waste time. He began to eat me and my moans filled the room.  My hands instinctively went to his head. He didn’t say a word to me about it. I figured I would let him slide. 
He began to finger me as he ate me. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I came against his mouth crying out in the process. I laid there in the wake of my orgasm breathing heavily. After a few seconds I looked at him.
“I would say it’s time for the student to graduate.”
He smiled.

“Best earned diploma ever!”

Friday, April 7, 2017

Hidden Truth: Part 8 Apologies

 I sat at my kitchen counter and stared at the clear glass vase full of roses. A dozen red roses to be exact. They filled my kitchen with a beautiful fragrance but my heart was still hardened at the sender.
I didn’t need to look at the card to know who sent them. Rocco was the only one that needed my forgiveness. After last week’s encounter with his brother and his complete dismissal of me, I have refused to talk to him. I should have listened to my conscience. I knew he wasn’t that in to me. He just told me whatever I wanted to hear just to get me in bed. I was a fool to think he would want anything more.
I grabbed the vase and walked it over to the windowsill. I placed it next to the six other vases of flowers sent by him. I removed the two vases with dying flowers and trashed them. I put the vases in the sink and made my way into the living room. It was Saturday and my intent was to watch TV in my pajamas and wallow in my own self pity.
My phone rang on the coffee table and I leaned over to check the screen. Rocco’s name appeared and my heart skipped a beat. That only made me angrier. How dare he still give me butterflies.
I just let the phone ring and turned the volume up on the TV. A few minutes after the ringing stopped it began again. I ignored it again despite the urge I had to answer. It had only been a week and I missed him. It only made my pity party much more bleak.
Thirty minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I muted the TV and stood from the couch. I walked over to the door and peeked through the peephole. All I could see were more roses covering the delivery guys face.
I sighed.
I don’t think I can take anymore flowers, I thought.
Without completely thinking I opened the door ready to sign for another bouquet of flowers. As soon as I opened the door, the flowers were lowered and I was elated and dismayed all at the same time.
Rocco, smiling, pushed his way into my apartment. I slammed the door shut. With hands on my hips, I glared at him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He sat the flowers down on my table and sighed.
“Well, I’ve been calling and you’re not been answering so I thought I would come by instead.”
“With more flowers I don’t need,” I added.
“Every beautiful woman deserves a plethora of roses,” he said taking a step toward me.
I took a step back.
“You’re the master of cheesy lines,” I quipped.
He laughed.
“Darling, putting my ‘cheesy lines’ aside. I came here and have been calling you because I want to apologize.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t waste your time,” I began. “I get it. You didn’t want your brother to know about me because you’re either not that serious about us or you’re ashamed to be with a black woman…”
He raised his hand to stop me.
“Hold up!” he exclaimed. “Why must you put race in this? I am not ashamed to be with a black woman. I am offended that you would even think that about me or that my family would disapprove of it.”
I could tell he was really angry at my words. His brown eyes were dark and his brow was wrinkled.

“I’m sorry I said that. I’ve had bad experiences in the past with my race being a sticking point with white men. But there is a reason you didn’t want your brother to see me. You can be honest. You’re not that serious about me. You don’t care about me as much as I care about you. I love you.”
I felt a heavy weight lift off my shoulders. I had finally told him the truth. I loved him. Instantly, however, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I told him I loved him and now he was looking at me like he pitied me. His eyes softened and he cocked his head to the side.
“Look,” I said. “I know you don’t feel the same way. It’s fine.”
He walked over to me and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my arms and pulled my body against his. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled back still holding on to me.
“Kid,” he began. “You don’t have to hide how you feel. It only makes you crazy.”
He ran his fingers along my cheek.
“I don’t want to make you crazy, but I don’t plan to let you go anytime soon.”
He leaned down and kissed me again. This time more passionately. He pulled back.
“You are right. I am not where you are in this relationship. But what I feel for you is growing and I want to explore that without my neurotic, overbearing family getting in the way.”
I knew a thing or two about overbearing families. My parents and my brother were pretty invasive in my life. It was one of the reasons I moved so far away from them. Yet, my feelings were still a little hurt. I was encouraged, however, about his admission. He wanted to see how far our relationship could go.
He grabbed me by the hand and led me over to the couch.
“Have a seat, sweetheart, I want to apologize.”
I sat down on the couch, thinking, Just say sorry and fuck me already!
He kneeled down in front of me and began to pull down my pajama bottoms.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He smiled.
“I’m apologizing,” he said.
He pulled off my pants and then began to pull off my panties. He tossed them both to the side and the returned his focus to me.
He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and buried his head between my dark chocolate thighs. When his tongue made contact with my pussy, I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. His hands caressed my legs and thighs as his tongue swirled around my clit. My hands came to his head and I gently pushed a little further downward.
To tease me, he pulled back and began to lay kisses on my thighs. He would nip at a spot with his teeth then lick away the sting.
“Just make me come!” I demanded trying to maneuver his head and mouth back on task. He reached up and grabbed my hand. He sat up and stared at me.
“Be patient, kid. You’ll get what you want soon enough.”
He let my hand go and I allowed him to finish teasing me. Don’t get me wrong. It felt so good. My throbbing clit was begging for his touch. Finally he went back to work eating me. I was so close to coming. It took everything I had to fight the urge to play with my own pussy and igniting that fire all on my own.
He licked up from my wet hole to my clit and back down again making me shudder with jolts of pleasure as they ripped through my body. I closed my eyes letting my mind wander to the last time we made love. My breathing was labored as I thought of him pounding me hitting my g-spot just right.
My body went rigid and my breath caught in my throat as I came hard against his mouth.
“Oh god, Oh god!” I moaned as my orgasm surged.
He continued to lick me tasting my cum, sucking me dry. I grunted as his tongue ran across my sensitive clit.
“Stop! Stop!” I pleaded unable to take it any longer.
He grabbed my pajama bottoms from the floor and wiped his mouth. Then he looked at me with a Cheshire cat-like grin.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
With my breathing starting to come back to normal, I replied,

“Apology accepted.”

Friday, March 24, 2017

Hidden Truth: Part 7 Hiding

“This movie sucks!” I exclaimed.
Rocco laughed.
We were sitting in his living room watching a movie he picked out. It was an old film from the 1980s that so far bored me so much I thought I was going to pass out and fall into a comma.
“This is a classic. How can you not like it?” he asked taking a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
I sighed.
“It’s just a bunch of boring conversations. I like more action in the movies I watch.”
He smiled and moved over closer to me on the couch. He moved my hair out of the way exposing my neck. He leaned in and began to place kisses on me.
“Stop,” I said giggling. “What are you doing?”
“You said you like action,” he began placing another kiss on my neck. “I thought maybe we could spark up some action of our own.”
He leaned in closer and we kissed. I pulled back placing my hands on his chest.
“Whoa! Let’s just keep watching this boring movie you picked out,” I said reaching over and grabbing the bowl of popcorn from the table in front of us.
“What’s going on with you, kid?” he asked leaning back folding his arms across his chest.
“I don’t understand…” I lied.
I knew what he was talking about. For the past month we have let go of the notion we would give each other space and resumed spending all of our free time together. However, I have been pulling back sexually. I‘ve used everything in my power to keep from having sex with him. I needed to know if we didn’t have sex, he would stick around. So, I refused sex on many occasions. It seems it had finally gotten to him.
“Why are you avoiding being…intimate with me?”Are you bored with me? Because I have an entire arsenal I haven’t even showed you yet,” he said.
I laughed. I had to admit. It was difficult to resist him, especially when he was talking like a man with an erotic plan.
“An entire arsenal huh?” I licked my lips. “I’m interested.
We kissed again. Our tongues tasting, wrapping around each other.
He pulled back.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
I sighed.
“I just have no plan of being used and tossed away. I know you only see me as one thing. I was hoping you would see me as more if I…held out some.”
He placed his hand on my cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Did anybody tell you, you think too much?” he inquired.
I pursed my lips and pretended I was in deep thought.
“Everyday,” I answered. “Your point?” I added with a smile.
“My point, cara mia, is that you have no clue what I want or about any plan I have or don’t have.”
I folded my arms across my chest.
“I know you broke up with me a couple of months ago because shit was getting too real for you.” I reminded him.
He breathed in then let it out through his nose. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“That’s…” he began.
I could tell he was struggling with what he wanted to say.
“You’re right,” he admitted. “I wasn’t ready to say or feel what I felt about you at the time. I knew where you wanted this relationship to go and I wasn’t ready for that.”
“So how do you really feel now?” I asked not sure if I was ready to hear the answer.
He smiled.
“You’re growing on me, kid,” he said.
I knew it was his way of telling me he was falling for me. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, I didn’t want him to see how happy that made me. I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m growing on you? Huh?”
He shook his head.
“I see you need further evidence I like having you around?”
“If you want me to believe you, you’re going to have to prove it.”
He pulled me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He placed his lips on mine and we kissed. It was sensual and seductive. His arms wrapped around my waist and I melted into him. He moved back and looked me up and down his eyes taking in all of me. It turned me on immensely. The heat between my legs intensified. He pulled me over until I straddled him and my skirt rose up my thighs. His hands ran up and down my body until he lifted my shirt over my head.
Exposing my bra and a good amount of bare skin, he took advantage of that kissing and licking the exposed flesh. He reached behind me and undid my bra releasing my breasts. He took one in his mouth and I moaned as his tongue swirled around my nipples. My pussy anticipated his hard erection inside of me. I began to grind on him feeling his hardness against my panty covered pussy. He moaned feeling me against him. His hands gripped my ass as I grinded and bounced on him.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” he asked.
I climbed off him and pulled down my panties. He watched until finally he stood and removed his pants and shirt. Clad only in his underwear, he dropped to his knees in front of me and lifted one of my legs on his shoulder. Then he was eating my pussy making my legs wobble and shake from the pleasure.

Bang! Bang!

There was a knock at the door. We both froze.
“Who the fuck could that be?” he asked rhetorically.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked over to the door. He looked out the peephole and in an instant he was back over to me. He was frantic rushing to put back on his clothes. Then he was grabbing my clothes from the couch and the floor shoving them into my arms.
“Get upstairs!” he said. “I’ll meet you up there in a minute.”
I was in a daze. I didn’t think I heard him correctly. Who was at the door?
“What’s going on Rocco?”
He just grabbed me by the arm with my clothes in my hand and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Go to my bedroom…”
He was interrupted by another knock on the door.
“Please baby,” he said. “Go upstairs.”
I didn’t ask him anything else. I grabbed my bra from his hand and ran upstairs. He went over to the door. When he turned his back I stopped and stooped down on the stairs. I needed to know why he was rushing me upstairs and who was at the door. I hid in the shadow of the landing and watched. I was expecting to see another woman or something. Maybe he was hiding a girlfriend or a crazy ex he wanted to shield me from.
When he opened the door, in walked a man dressed in jeans and an untucked buttoned up collared shirt. He was about the same height as Rocco and looked like he could be his twin except he was older. The hint of gray hair gave it away. It was no mistaken that they were related. I assumed it was one of his brothers.
While they talked and discussed something thoughts swirled around in my head. He was so frantic to get rid of me and hide me from his brother. I saw the look in his eyes when he saw who was at the door. He didn’t want him knowing that I was there. Why?
Instantly I began to comprehend what was going on. Maybe “growing” on him didn’t mean what I thought it did. I felt stupid for falling for him and believing that I was anything more than a friend with benefits.
I continued to watch them talk. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but while they chatted I slipped on my underwear and my shirt. My feelings were hurt and I just wanted to get out of his house before I fell apart. I couldn’t help but to sense I was just going to get my heart broken and I needed to get out of this before I got any closer to him.  When he said he needed space I should have used that as my ticket away from a broken heart. Now I am sitting here crying on his stairs because he was frightened of his brother finding me here.
His brother handed him a manila envelope and some papers before they hugged and he left. Rocco closed the door behind him. I sat on the step and waited for him to come up. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs when he saw me. He sighed. I knew he could see the tears streaming down my face.
“Darling, why are you crying?” he asked taking a step toward me.
I put my hand up.
“No. Stop,” I said. “You want to know why I am crying?”
I stood and began to walk down the stairs toward him.
“I’m crying because your brother shows up and you shove me upstairs like a secret you want to hide. You just said you wanted more than just sex but as soon as someone from your family shows up I have to hide. Do you understand how that makes me feel?” I asked.
I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.
“Wait, let me explain…”
“There is nothing to explain,” I said snatching my arm from his grasp. “I’m going home.”
I finished my journey down the stairs and over to the couch. I grabbed my wallet that was squished between the couch cushions. I slipped on my shoes and headed for the door.
“Anna, there is no reason for you to go. You are reading more into this. You were half naked. No, I don’t want my brother to see you half naked.”
“You didn’t want your brother to see me period. Just admit it.”
I walked to the front door and he blocked my exit.
“Just let me leave.” I said.
“Anna, just listen. You are wrong about this. I…”
“I need some space.” I said using his previous words against him.
I was angry and knew it was because I was hurting inside. I hated to feel so vulnerable. I put myself out there and I felt rejected. I just wanted to get away so I could break down.
He stared at me for a minute searching my eyes. Then he inhaled deeply then let it out.
“Fine, you can have all the space you need. Then please let me explain what happened here tonight. I see that you are angry and I want to give you time to calm down.”
He moved out of the way to let me leave. I reached for the door and he grabbed my arm.
“I want you to know that everything I said was true. Everything!”
I opened the front door and walked down the driveway to my car.

Tears sprung from my eyes and I felt like an idiot. Why did I fall for a man that doesn’t really want me. I vowed at that moment I would get him out of my system and move on. Just how I would do that…I didn’t know.