Sexually dominated by a women

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After so long considering it, Michael Knevitz had finally decided to fulfill one of his greatest fantasies. That which he recurrently fantasized about while masturbating alone or what he wished for when he had sex with a woman. It wasn't because they didn't make him feel satisfied or because what they did didn't give him pleasure, it was simply that like any human being, he had his own sexual desires.

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And that was why he was there that night, in a hotel room he paid for exclusively for himself and for the beautiful woman whose sexual services he decided to hire. She would be in charge of giving him what he wanted so much once and for all.

Sitting on the bed, he waited while the dark-haired woman finished dressing.

"I have to admit, you're the first one to ask me for something like this," she said from the other side of the door.

"Really?" he replied with surprise and a nervous laugh.

"No, silly, believe me there are a huge number of men who want the same thing as you, but I thought it would help you relax."

The girl came out of the bathroom with her hair pulled into a high ponytail, a black masquerade mask and lacy red lingerie.

Michael had often had a fantasy of being dominated by a woman, and had fulfilled it a couple of times... but not as well as he would like, for in casual encounters strangers rarely match tastes, rarely meet again, and even more rarely have the confidence to confess fetishes and perform them. This time he had plucked up the courage and paid an escort who was also experienced in the game of domination/submission. And he was finally going to make his fantasy come true.

"Alright, let's go over the rules" she requested, coming over and standing in front of him. "Safe word."

"Yellow"

"Okay. Since it's your first time, let's be gentle and behave ourselves. Call me ma'am every time you address me, got it?"

That girl's voice was so sensual that Michael could only nod, his mind collapsing with excitement. And to top it off, she had been moving closer to him, leaning in until he could feel her breath against his lips. She smiled in pleasure and that aroused him more, his pants felt already tight and she had surely noticed.

"Good boy. You look like you feel like being obedient..." she broke away again and by the time Michael could tell, she already had a whip in her hand.

"Yes, ma'am" he gulped.

"Well, you don't convince me with that good boy face" one of her hands underneath his chin lifted his face up towards her, their eyes meeting again. "I know full well you're a bad boy and you're going to get a punishment for it. Now get naked and don't waste my time."

Michael's blue eyes sparkled in anticipation, he licked his lower lip helplessly and nodded. Then he began to take off his clothes in a hurry to make her happy. That was what the game was all about. He would be the submissive whom she could use and humiliate at her whim and, if at any point things went awry, he only had to say the safe word she had already repeated a hundred times for him to learn. After a minute, he was naked as she wanted him to be, but, for some reason he couldn't quite figure out, she seemed annoyed and grabbed his face.

"Is that any way to leave your clothes? You're messy, pick them up off the floor right now and fold them nicely in that chair." She commanded, then let go of him.

Michael really regretted behaving that way and did as she told him, stammering apologies in between. She pinched his ass as soon as she had the chance.

"No apologies, I don't like them. You obey, period."

"Yes ma'am" he finished and turned, looking at her.

"Lower your eyes, or did I give you permission to look at me?"

"No ma'am. I will behave, ma’am" he assured, lowering his gaze.

She looked him up and down and stroked his erection, causing him to shudder slightly and sigh. Michael was now scowling and feeling strangely comfortable at the domination and abuse of that attractive young woman. He was looking forward to her whipping him and wondered what her next moves would be.

"You're getting hard down there, baby..." she said, continuing the mild but effective verbal humiliation. "Are you liking it?"

Michael nodded, biting his lip and licking his lips.

"Are you liking it?" she repeated the question, slapping his face.

Michael nodded in response again, with his eyes closed, in an almost inaudible yes.

"I asked you a question, do you like it?"

Another slap and Michael's affirmation rose in volume.

"Answer me, do you like it? Mh? Do you like it, do you?"

Each time she asked, she slapped his face and as a consequence he raised his voice, until she was content and satisfied. Only then did she stop, smiled somewhat excitedly and kissed him, almost forcing him, though Michael immediately got used to the roughness of the contact and joined the kiss.

Then she pushed him down onto the mattress. Michael hissed a moan, which caused her to laugh at him.

"But how sweet..."

Am I?  Michael thought. Is she liking me? Am I doing it right?

She read his eyes. Her experience let her know exactly what the strong-bodied yet trembling man needed to hear her say. That firm face and musculature tensed and bristled in an animal-like restlessness.

"You're doing very well, yes, you're a good boy" her voice became somewhat honeyed within her authority. "Do you want me to go on, sweetheart, do you like my slaps?"

Michael nodded, closing his eyes tightly, already fully subdued in his role. His expression was somewhat indistinguishable between pleasure and pain, for one who is a beginner. Not to her. She knew just what he needed and she gave it to him. She lay on her side on the bed, behind him. She set the whip aside and bound his wrists with a cotton cloth handkerchief she had previously left on the bedside table.

"Now put your hands above your head" she ordered him, as Michael sobbed, and helped him to comply. "That's it, very good" she praised him and stroked all the way down his back to his ass. "Would you like a spanking now, baby, huh?"

Michael only dared to nod, avoiding meeting her eyes at all costs.

"Oh, don't be afraid, honey. Come on, let me hear that lovely voice of yours, huh?" she was now causing him goosebumps, stroking the junction of his ass and inner thighs with the whip. "Would you like me to spank you?"

Michael shuddered. He had never been so sensitive before. He feared he never wanted to engage in conventional sex again.

"Yes, ma'am..." he whispered.

"Say it again," she said in his ear. "And this time, call me mistress" After those words she licked and bit his earlobe, making him moan.

"Spank me. Whip me, mistress, use me... Please..."

That plea could not have been more erotic, and it pierced dangerously through the barriers of the girl's self-control. She wanted to hear that high-pitched, croaky husky voice again.

"Beg" she drew out a sigh along with her command, clenching her jaw.

"Spank me... Please, please..." Michael begged as if on the verge of tears. "Give it to me now..."

She tugged at his hair, pulling his head back and letting the whip hit his bare ass for the first time with a loud crack. Michael screamed so loudly they must have heard him all the way down the hall.

"Don't demand. Beg, pet."

"Yes, yes..." he gasped dazedly. "Please, please, more..."

She spanked him harder, this time on the other asscheek. Michael let out a guttural sound, clenching his fists so tightly that he whitened his knuckles. He was drenched in sweat and begging for more. A few more spanks hit his ass, it was already reddening. His cock throbbed.

She broke away to lay him on his back and remained on his side, half leaning over his body, gently stroking his chest and abdomen, which contracted with each breath of air.

"What a good boy... Your ass must be sore, hmm?"

Michael was still avoiding eye contact and stirring as much as the excitement and limbo he was in would allow. He was panting like he was crying, but without tears. She delivered ten spanks, five on each cheek, and all of them delivered with significant force. The pleasure was indescribable to him. His mouth was dry, his heart was pounding, each spank was hard enough to send jolts through his body.

"Let's see, I don't know if you deserve anything for being good..." she spoke, pretending to consider the idea.

When he seemed to be more relaxed, she returned to his chest, brushing his nipples with her index finger, leaning down to lick them. Michael's first instinct was to want to touch her, but his hands were still tied.

"Oh, no, no. I said you don’t have the right to touch me."

Michael finally looked up at her, eager, with bright eyes and an impatient expression.

"But... but."

"I said no touching!"

A moment later, the dark-haired girl straddled his lap, taking off the sexy lingerie bra she was wearing and leaving her breasts in front of her client's face. But Michael remained still, for he had no explicit permission to do anything. She appreciated his patience and tangled her fingers in his hair. Before long, she directed his head between her breasts and he began kissing her skin, pressing his face against her. He opened his mouth, licking and sucking softly on her nipples, her tits. He wanted to touch her too, but couldn't.

She sighed, still stroking his hair. He breathed against her skin, wanting to take in her scent with every breath of air. He had already reached his point of no return, a moment from which it was obvious that he was deeply into his role; so much so, that he seemed to have completely forgotten his own freedom, even boundaries.

She pushed him away, pulling his head back with a slight tug, grabbed his jaw and caressed his lips with her thumb.

“Now tell me, who’s my boy?”

“I am,” he replied almost immediately.

She slapped him before grabbing his jaw again.

“Louder. Who is my boy?”  Her voice deepened, she was purring.

Michael growled, sharper than usual.

“I'm your boy, mistress!”

"Now stay still, I wanna see how well you can use your tongue"

Michael swallowed hard, expectantly. Expertly and gracefully, sensually, she removed her tiny red lace panties. It wasn't long before she was on her knees, one leg on either side of his head, with her pussy only inches away from his mouth. But not close enough. No, she wanted to see him suffer for a little while, she enjoyed his heavy and hot breathing brushing her wet folds.

“You want to taste this pussy, don’t you, pet?”

“Y-yes, mistress” Michael felt his cock throbbing, he wanted it so bad “Yes, I need it, let me eat your pussy”

An indulgent smile curved her lips. "Of course, pet. You'll show me your appreciation for all of this by licking me, but first I wanna hear you begging for it"

“Please!” he begged, he could smell her pussy, he wanted to taste it, fuck it, to lick her clit and make her cum “Please let me taste your pussy”

“What did you just say, little bitch? I didn’t hear you! Maybe you don’t want it enough”

“I do! I want it, I really want to eat you, please mistress!” His plea made her laugh.

She grabbed the back of Michael’s head and forced his face into her wet, shaved little pussy. It was his chance to give his best. He stuck out his tongue and licked up and down her slit, delighting in the girl's sighs.

“Mhg, you’re a good pussy licker, aren’t you?” she purred, but won't let him answer. Not when her hips were pressing against his lips, forcing his mouth to stay into her cunt.

Her words made him feel like he was doing a good job, so he kept going. Using his tongue, he licked all the way from her pink entrance to her clit, his mouth tasting of her juices as she began breathing hard and moaning in pleasure. Then he embraced her clitoris gently between his lips and sucked it until he began to roll his tongue in circular movements with dedication and commitment, tilting his head upward to be more efficient. That same tongue made a downward sweep to the entrance of her pussy again, pushing in and then back up to the clitoris and vice versa... He kept working it steadily on a good rhythm as he moved faster and faster, licking, sucking, tasting. She moaned a little louder, pushing herself into his mouth as his tongue swept at her clit with firm licks.

"Yes, good boy!" she yelled in ecstasy, grinding her pussy against his lips, back and forth, rolling her hips in circles as he sucked her whole swollen clit into his mouth. When she was about to reach her climax, she fisted a hand in Michael’s hair, pressing his head harder into her pussy, forcing him to keep licking and sucking as finally cummed. She moaned and screamed loudly as pleasure exploded and her body gave in, making her squirt all over his face.

But they were far from done.

“Very good, pet... You've got a skilled mouth, mh?”

“Am I a good boy?”

“Oh, yes," she smiled complacently, biting her lower lip. “And I bet this good boy can't wait to touch himself, that's why he's been trying so hard, isn't it?”

She stared at him, holding his chin, mocking him. It made him desperate again and he nodded in frustration. It was the most erotic torture he had ever endured, and the closer she brought him to the edge, the more pleasurable it was.

"All right, let's make good use of that mouth," she stuck her index and ring fingers in his mouth and he licked them. “Oh, you're so desperate, you'll do whatever I tell you to do, mh?" Michael groaned and she tugged at his hair with her free hand. “You're a little bitch, huh? My bitch, my slut, aren’t you?”

The language wasn't humiliating, it was how she said what she said that humiliated him, and his face was flushed all over, her fingers still in his mouth, he was drooling and moaning loudly.

“Please, please, touch me mistress..." he cried out, begging. “Touch me, touch me… use me” when he noticed that his pleas were not working, he kept on trying, more and more lasciviously. “I'm yours, all yours, please... Do whatever you want to me, but I need it…”

“Come on, you can do better than that”

Michael frowned, now wondering if he was failing. She used her wet fingers to caress the tip of his hard cock, just to show him he was doing a good job. He sighed with some relief, though it was insufficient.

"Use me... Please... Do whatever you want, wherever you want... I... I can't take it anymore..." he sighed heavily.

She understood immediately and released his wrists from their restraint. Then she got on top of him again, but this time in a different position, so that her mouth was in front of his cock just as his mouth was in front of her pussy.

“Spread your legs now, boy, and lick like me just as you did before”

Michael immediately obeyed, and as soon as he did, she reciprocated by taking his erection in her mouth, sucking the pre-cum fluid.

“Use your fingers too, mh. Now, do it!”

“Ah... Yes. Yes, mistress” he tasted her pussy, licking the length of it all the way to her clit, sweeping from her clit to the wet entrance and back again.

She teased the outline of his cock with her index finger, pleased when it twitched against her fingertip. His cockhead was soaked in precum, swollen and so sensitive that it even ached. Running her thumb over the tip, she pressed it, his body tensed beneath hers. Opening her lips, she bent her head a little lower and slid his cock into her mouth. Michael groaned,  long and guttural , when she licked his tip and began to suck it.

Never had a blowjob felt so good. It was the work of waiting, of longing for it to finally happen. His cock had never been so lubricated, he could feel it, and he slipped his fingers into her as she had commanded, content to please her.

He worked even harder at eating her pussy while drawing his fingers in and out her warmth, deep until his knuckles were clenched between her walls and then back until his fingertips brushed her slit. And he was so focused on his task, he didn't expect at all what she did next.

The girl sucked two of her fingers and then caressed the wrinkled entrance of his anus with her fingertips, slowly circling it and pressing, forcing his hole to open for her.

"What? Ah, that's... That's not... Why...?"

He didn't finish a single sentence.

“This is where you wanted it, isn't it? That's why you said I could touch you anywhere. That's why you said I can do whatever I want to you. You like it back here, pet? You want me to fuck your tight ass?”

Michael was mumbling “please” after “please”, clutching the sheets and shuddering, getting dangerously close to climax when she managed to get a finger in. She did it slowly and all the way in, getting right to an unknown area inside him.

“Yes…”

“Now I’m I'm gonna fuck you, as slow or as fast as I please, and you will only cum when I let you cum” She began to fuck him with that finger, enjoying how the man's hole relaxed little by little and he moaned. “Good boy, it does feel good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, mistress”

"All right, so now you're going to turn around, pet."

Michael didn't need to hear anything else to understand that he had to get on all fours, so he did.

She spread his asscheeks apart and spat on his entrance, then leaned over his back and whispered in his ear.

“Quiet, pet. I'm going to give you exactly what you want," and as she said those words, she slipped that finger back into his ass. Michael pursed his lips, breathing through his nose, still moaning.

While still fucking him with her finger, she used her free hand to jerk him off. With fast movements that went up and down, she squeezed the man's cock and made him shake with pleasure. She forced a second finger into his anus and moved them faster and harder, making it even harder for him to resist without cumming.

“I… please, mistress, I need to- ooh”

“You need what?”

“I need to cum, please let me cum!” he groaned, he couldn’t take it anymore.

She clicked her tongue. "I think you'll need to beg a little more"

At the command, he sobbed, desperate. Then she added a third finger and he arched his back, thrusting his hips back.

“Please! I really need it, please mistress! Please let me cum!”

“That’s a good boy. Now cum for me, pet, come on”

As soon as she gave him permission, he gave in to the immense pleasure and began to move his hips faster, to thrust against her hand, until finally and with a long, low moan he cum on the sheets. He had never felt climax with such intensity. He ejaculated an out-of-ordinary amount, he was breathless, numb and exhausted, drenched in sweat.

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