submission pt. 2

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By the time we entered his apartment, we were making out pretty hard. His strong hands all over my body, in my hair, both gentle and firm at once. "Hang on," he said, after closing the door. "Let's have a glass of wine." I was already rather tipsy, but said, "Sure, what have you got?" He disappeared into the kitchen and then returned with two glasses of red wine. "Let's just talk for a bit." I nodded, brushed the hair out of my face and took the glass of wine from his outstretched hand. I sipped it, wondering what he could possibly want to talk about. 


"So, here's the thing," he started. "We could fuck tonight, and have perfectly great normal grade A sex. But, I can sense from you Taleah, that we could have more. Much more."
"What do you mean?" I said with my brow raised. I was very curious.
He took a drink of wine, and continued, "I... have really enjoyed spending this evening with you. And I get the feeling you have also. But the thing is, I don't care to have regular old sex. I am a dominant, and I want to be your dominant."
I wasn't really sure what he meant. "Well, what exactly did you have in mind?"
"Many things, my dear. I want you to want to submit to me. Have you ever been spanked?"
"Many times," I replied.
"And you liked it?"
"Loved it."
"Ever let a man be in control? Full control?"
"Um...yes, I guess so..."
"Do you think you could let me be in full control of you?"
"I...don't really know. We only just met."
"Well, yes, of course, in time, but could you?"
I was very intrigued, but feeling very unsure. I had never been in a relationship like this before, but I was curious. "I could try."
He stroked my hair. "That's all I ask."
I smiled, and he kissed me again.


We drank our wine, and he explained to me some of the ideas behind powerplay and S&M. He stroked my thigh softly, and told me that domination/submission is not all about whips, leather and chains. "Basically, there is a push and pull. I want you to want to submit to me. I want to control you and dominate you, but also give you pleasure. I want you to adore me, and crave my dominance. You see?" I nodded, and his hand stopped at my mid-thigh. He slid it up further slowly, and started kissing my neck. His hand was completely underneath my skirt, and he gently tugged at my panties. I wriggled out of them. He held them up. "These are nice...very sexy, black lace... but from now on, I only want you to wear the underwear I buy you. Okay?"
"Okay..." He kissed me again, and slid his hand back up my skirt. He pushed my thighs apart just a little, and started to stroke and tease my pussy. Tingly sensations of pleasure emanated from there all throughout my body. I felt like I was floating from all the wine, and from the idea of our potentially kinky sexual relationship. I leaned my head back on the couch and let him kiss my chest. "Be mine," he said, and started to undo my dress. "Okay..." I uttered breathily, without thinking. I didn't know what I was getting into, I just knew that I wanted it. He pulled my dress off, and led me into his bedroom.




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