The man was easy to spot. He’d thought enough about him in their sessions of storytelling online, after all. So when the man walked up, and introductions were had, hands held each other a second too long in the handshake, that wasn’t too strange. Conversation was initially about the weather, because all conversations are always about the weather, and then how the days were, generic conversations about work because of course they were strictly on first name basis only, and there was a gleam in the man’s eye about their online story-telling, but he wasn’t going to bring it up first, because this was a whole new world to him. So he finished his pint and ordered another. The man’s eyes on him were so intense, the feet kicking against the bar stool the same size as his own, the sneakers were similar. Their arms emerging from t-shirts and stretching across the bar clutching pint glasses were almost identical, chunky wristwatches similarly rendered almost useless by shiny cellphones carefully removed from pockets every so often in a comforting ritual.

Conversation was heavy with things unsaid, and he was used to this with one girl, and was used to the knees ‘accidently’ knocking under the bar and then purposefully resting on each other, it had been a long time since that girl and he had parted ways so that he could instead focus on his girlfriend, the other girl fading into the background even while she acted out as much as she could to stand out. But the man was new to him, and the pressure was all too much, trying to decide if it was chemistry and anticipation, or if he was creeped out by the situation, or if it was a little from Column A and a little from Column B, so he excused himself and headed to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, and looked himself in the eye in the mirror. “Figure out what you want,” he said to himself, and the bathroom door opened. The man came in, locking the door behind him. “I know what you want,” he said, “and I’m going to give it to you”.

He was pushed against the toilet wall, a body so similar to his own pressed against him, a similar mouth on his, hard and soft and wet. Skin was so much rougher than he was used to, but the sensation of stubble wasn’t at all unwelcome, the texture new and surprising, but savoury. He felt his wrists being pinned in a strong grip, his arms raised above his head and pushed into a wall by a force stronger than his own, but these were only half thoughts as he closed his eyes and submitted to the rough kiss. As the man’s cock grew harder and pressed into his leg, he felt his own stirring, so foreign against such a hard body, though the intensity of the man’s pressure against him was a reassuring reminder that he wasn’t in control of the situation and he was happy to submit to whatever came next.

And then the next day we were both home hungover and you asked me if I wanted to come over and hang out, all casual like, and apologised if that sounded weird because you didn’t mean it to be.. I was too hungover to leave the house so you showed up at mine carrying kebabs and coffee. Of course by that stage you knew that I drank lattes because all we did every day was try and find any excuse to meet up together. We called it boredom at work but it was of course and oh so stupidly an attraction to each other that drew us multiple times a day to that tiny little cafe. But this, this was different.I was deliberatey still in my pyjamas, the thought of dressing up for you terrified me as much as the idea that you could even return the palest fraction of my feelings for you. And yet, you were there, you were so close. It was ridiculous. I made small talk about how drunk we were, trying to skip over the subtext, and yet when I tried to show you some pictures on my laptop, I intended to hand the computer over to you but you came and sat on the couch right next to me, thighs up against mine again, and you were totally in my space, in my world and all I could hear and smell and taste and touch was your presence right there against me and I was totally thrown.

That was the Friday. Or the Thursday? On the Saturday, you were at my house again, and that is a whole new story again.

I waste no time getting down to business, unbuttoning your fly quickly, and pulling your jeans and underwear down around your knees, partly to imobilise you more, but you don’t know that yet. Your cock is as always waiting for me, especially after the time apart, standing to my attention. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail this time so it can’t fall in my face as I start to bathe your cock with my tongue, licking up and down and around the shaft until every inch of it is glistening with my spit. I open my mouth wide and slowly, ever so slowly slide my lips around it, relaxing my throat so I can take you in as far as possible. You groan appreciatively, and that is why I haven’t gagged you today – I have to be able to pick up every signal from you.

With one hand still wrapped around your cock, I unhook my bra and lean forward so my breasts are hanging down over your lap. I use my hands to bring them together, so that I am titfucking you, your slippery cock sliding in between my warm flesh. I could lose focus here if I’m not careful, I could succumb to the sensation, and the pleasure in your face, climb onto your cock and fuck you silly right now. But that’s what not what I’ve got planned.

“I want you to come on my tits,” I beg you, looking up at you as I circle my nipples with my fingers, “so you’ve got to let me know when you’re just about to come”. You gasp out an “okay” as I take your cock in my mouth again, tongue swirling, teasing your foreskin down. “Oh fuck!” you moan, and I know how close you are, but instead of untying you and offering up my chest, I scuttle to the end of the bed. “Oh no you don’t,” I laugh, “these are for me”.

I grab my breasts hard, the way I like to be touched, and slide my hand down to my wet cunt, laughing. Your face is a mixture of arousal and angst, and it’s beautiful to behold. “It turns out that I’m the one who’s going to have the orgasm, not you,” I say, breathily, as my fingers flick around my clit, and sure enough, very quickly I come, shaking and giggling as the pleasure sweeps over me.

“I feel a bit gipped!” you complain, but I can tell that you’re retracting that complaint as I wrap my lips around your cock again. I watch your eyes roll back in your head as I speed up my pace, and see your hands straining against the scarves that bind you. Again, I am concentrating hard on giving you amazing head, but I am timing it too, and when I think you’re just about to come, I sit back again.

“Fuck, COME ON!” you protest, but no, again, this time I reach for my vibrator, and turn it on full, rubbing it against myself. “You should be grateful I let you watch,” I say, as all my muscles tense, and I ride the wave of the orgasm, your eyes never leaving me. “I could keep this up all day, by the way” I say, as soon as I’ve got my breath back.

But this time, when I lean forward to attend to your poor hard cock, you must have managed to escape your bonds, because you grab my hands and spin me over, pushing my face into the mattress. “Who’s on top now, bitch?” you laugh, as you use one hand to pin my hands to the foot of the bed, and the other to spread my legs. Your hand tickles across my labia, and I squirm at your touch gleefully, but then you stop. I hear the sound of a drawer being opened, and the crackle of a condom packet.

Seconds later you’re plunging into me, hard. “Is this what you wanted?” you demand, panting hard. Your body is slamming into mine, pushing me deeper and deeper into the mattress. I push back up against you, and you release my hands, pulling me to my knees. Your breath is hot against my ear as you kiss my neck, and then sink your teeth into me. I moan in pleasure, and you increase your thrust, pulling my hair as your other hand comes around tto grab my breast. We’ve never fucked this violent before, but I love it. I try to move my hand to my clit,but you push it away. “No more for you,” you say, “not until I’ve had mine”. Your cock is so deep inside me right now, I can’t think of anything else but you. And then you come, I feel it inside, the contained explosion, how stiff your hold body is, and then how it slumps against me, and the noise, the grunt you make. Somehow you have the energy to move your hand around and my clit only needs the tiniest bit of stimulation before I buck back against you, and we topple over together, well and truly spent. As we move to hold each other, and before the tender kisses can start, I whisper in your ear “I still win, 3-1, sucker!”.

That is of course the superficial level of domination/sublimation, but unfortunately anything to do with sex has to go deeper. I like to think that I am amongst strong feminist women, so the idea that I want to be dominated and degraded does really not sit well with me as a feminist. I know there’s a difference between fantasy and reality though, and this is where I’m especially grateful to Dan Savage for explaining it so clearly:

Like many fetishes, his cuckold thing is most likely a subconscious erotic response to a sexually charged fear. While most of us learn to live with and occasionally conquer our fears without eroticizing them, a number of us respond to sexual fears or traumas by incorporating them into our erotic imaginations. Think of women—hip, together, progressive, feminist women—who act out rape fantasies; think of the homos—hip, together, out homos—who dress up like soldiers, cops, firemen and other stereotypically violent homophobic types.

So women fear rape, yet some develop a fetish for it. Gay men fear violent homophobes, yet some dress up like violent homophobes. And what do many straight men fear? Being cheated on, of course, and dealing with that particular brand of sexual humiliation.

So yeah, I think if I was imagining people grabbing me the way they did when I was 12, if I was fantasizing about leather jerkins and tattoos on bare chests,then that would be really troublesome. If I want someone to pull my hair, call me a dirty slut and maybe spank me a little, I’m okay with that.

You tell me how another friend of yours came over earlier for coffee and fixed it then. I feel a short pang of jealousy and change the subject; so I ask about what you’re looking at on the net. You blush again, close the laptop and say how you were just thinking of something for Jillingoff.
 
I instantly formulate a plan.
 
I grin and slide up next to you. I touch your neck. Stroke your ear. My other hand sits on your knee and slowly traces up your thigh. You close your eyes and smile. And that’s when I grab your laptop and turn it back on. You try to get it back, clearly embarrassed by what you were looking at. I manage to pin you face down on the bed and wait for the laptop to load.
 
I should’ve known, you were looking at porn. Bondage porn. A girl has been tied up and is being “forced” to suck four big cocks while another woman holds a vibrator on the girl’s pussy. As I tease you about it you blush and look sheepish. 

I put the computer down where you can see the screen. And while I’ve still got you pinned I reach down and pull your skirt up to your waist. I’m surprised that you aren’t wearing any panties but I keep going. You’re obliging as I gently push your knees apart. I slide my hand up to your pussy and …stop. It’s already soaking wet and creamy, too wet.
 
I’m still a little annoyed that you asked another guy to fix your cupboard but did you fuck him too?
 
You turn your head back and look at me over your shoulder. Yes and his cock was huge, a lot bigger then mine. You tried sucking it but it was making you gag so you made him fuck you instead. His cock felt so good in your pussy that you came with just the tip inside you, and then came another three times before he finally came inside you.
 
You’re smirking at me. You purr that it’s ok, my small cock is still really adorable and how you would let me fuck you but you don’t know if you’ll feel much after his huge cock.
 
Normally I’d let you continue to do this (you know I love the humiliation). But not today, today you get punished.
 
You tell me to make you suck my cock. I spank you hard on the ass so you know I’m in charge (but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Instead I keep you face down facing the end of the bed, put some pillows between your still spread legs, exposing your pussy. I take your hands and tie them to the foot of the bed with a scarf you leave there for just such an occasion. Then I find your vibrator, turn it on and rest it against your clit. You start to grind but the vibrator falls down. I replace it and tell you if you want to enjoy it, you’re gonna have to stay still. You start moaning in equal parts annoyance and arousal.
 
I decide that I shouldn’t be the only one to see this so I open the curtains so the neighbours can watch if they want. You’re too busy concentrating to care.
 
I kiss your neck and slide my hand under you to get to your breasts. I kiss and bite your neck while I squeeze your nipples. You’re already close to cumming and as you’re about to you can’t help but grind your hips. The vibrator falls away and you cry out in frustration.
 
I laugh and turn it off. I keep one hand twisting and pinching your nipple. I slide my hand over your ass and down to your sopping wet pussy. I spread you open with my fingers. You’re so wet I can slide three fingers in without resistance. You moan and start grinding again. I pull out when it sounds like you’re going to cum.
 
Now you start begging…You’ll do anything to cum. You’ll suck my cock. You’ll let me fuck you. You’ll let me cum on your tits. But really I know you’d let me do that anyway. You need more teasing.
 
I let you roll you onto your back and reposition the pillows so that your pussy is still in the air. Just to be nice I suck your clit, running my tongue over it hard and fast. You almost cum straight away but I sense the orgasm start and break off, leaving you writhing and moaning.
 
I open your shirt and pull your breasts out of your bra. I circle one nipple with my tongue before sucking on it hard. You arch in ecstasy. I run my hand down over your pussy. I never stop moving it and only graze your clit every so often, every time I do you moan.
 
I push as many fingers as I can into your cunt. You immediately start fucking my hand, and I let you. But I’m really abusing your breasts now. Squeezing them hard in my other hand, pinching and pulling on the nipples. We didn’t figure out a safety word but I’ll know if you want to stop, we’ve done this before.
 
When I feel your pussy muscles tighten on my fingers I pull them out, dripping with your juices and put them in your mouth. Again you groan in frustration, but you also suck my fingers hard. When I pull them out you again beg for my cock in your mouth. The whole thing is making me incredibly hard so this time I oblige.
 
I stand up and take off my clothes (I am aware opening the curtains has backfired on me but it’s getting dark now). My cock is hard and twitching. A thick line of pre-cum is oozing down my shaft. I straddle your chest and touch the tip of my cock to your bottom lip, then trace it round your mouth. You seductively lick the pre-cum off your lips and smile. I put my cock back on your lips and reach back to gently start rubbing your pussy again. When you open your mouth to moan I thrust my cock in your mouth and start moving my fingers faster.
 
My fingers are circling your clit faster and faster while you try to focus on licking the tip of my cock. I quickly remove my hand and my cock and slide my body down between your legs. I slide my cock up and down your slick pussy, each time grinding into your clit. You’re too horny to speak and all you can say is “cock” and “fuck”.
 
I don’t let you have what you want (otherwise this wouldn’t be torture, would it). I rest the tip of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. You grind your hips, wanting me to cum inside you. The head presses against you and almost slides in, you’re so wet it wouldn’t take mush to slide my whole cock in. Instead I place my hands behind your knees and push your legs into the air, lie my cock on your clit and push myself against you. I want to cover my cock in your juices.
 
I switch around again before you even get close to coming and put my cock back on your mouth. This time you take it all in straight away. I move us into a 69. I hook my elbows behind your knnes and pull them up, I’m showing your pussy to anyone who can see in your window.
 
I suddenly realise that you are doing a great job sucking my cock and I’m about to cum. I lick your clit briefly and then down to your ass which I flick with my tongue and then, with my lower lip resting on your clit, I plunge my tongue inside you. I don’t know if you were expecting it or not but you jump when I do it and then start frantically moving against my face. Your moans of pleasure vibrate my cock and bring me even closer to cumming.
 
Finally I can’t take it anymore and I attack your clit with my tongue, moving it as fast as I can. And finally you begin to cum and I don’t stop.
 
Your body shakes with spasms as waves of extasy surge through it. Your movements and moaning are enough to set me off and and I cum down your throat, which seems to make you cum again.
 
Slightly exhausted I reach back and untie your hands. When I do you instantly grab my balls and squeeze them, then hold my cock in your mouth while sucking out as much cum as you can. I begin kissing your clit and soon you’re cumming on my face again .
 
Eventually I roll off and lie there dreamily. You ask why I’m smiling, you say that I still wasn’t as good as the other guy. Before I have a chance to do anything you have my arms tied over my head. You smile and sit with your pussy right by my face a leg draped over my chest. You start masturbating for me.
 
Now it’s your turn.

Turns out I’m a switch.

After I discovered Jill’s tendencies towards being dominated (something that surprised me) I started writing things to her like:

I let you roll you onto your back and reposition the pillows so that your pussy is still in the air. Just to be nice I suck your clit, running my tongue over it hard and fast. You almost cum straight away but I sense the orgasm start and break off, leaving you writhing and moaning.

This also surprised me, because normally I’d want to be on the recieving end of something like that.

Jill mentioned that I’m a feminist, and I am. Which I thought made dominant fantasies quite strange, until I remembered that they were all really about giving pleasure to the sub.

Anyway I’m going to leave these half-formed ideas and just hope you all enjoy reading my stories (some real, some not).