How I Dominated a Redditor (M/F, Mdom, Cheating) | 2016

I've gotten a few messages here since writing down my stories, and I ignore most of them. A lot of them are accusing me of making my stories up, or condemning me if they're true. Many are other men looking for advice. But one message stood out for being spare.

"Is it true?" read the subject. "I have to know," was all that was in the body.

"It's all true," I wrote back, "but I could never prove it to you, could I? The more interesting question is: what does it mean to you, whether or not it's true?"

"I'm not sure," was the reply, "but I feel like you've awakened something in me. I've read your stories, and re-read them, and I've re-re-read them, and I've stroked my clit while reading them, fantasizing about them, cum so many times, but I need more."

Aha. "What you're drawn to is my confidence, my aggressiveness, and maybe more? Tell me about yourself."

She told me all about herself, almost as if she was confessing. Her real name is Kelly. 19. Lives in Florida. Redhead, 5'4", pale skin, perky little b-cup tits, tight fit body. She sent me pictures of herself, clothed and unclothed, holding signs with messages for me. Pictures of her and her current boyfriend, a nice boy from high school. As we talked more, we discovered what was drawing her to me, that I am older, that I am married, and that she believes I could dominate her in the way that she never knew she wanted.

"I'm going to be in New York on busy this weekend. I can get you a ticket to join me, if you want. But if you say I should buy you a ticket and you don't show up, that's it for our conversations, so think carefully."

No more than 30 seconds passed.

"Buy me a ticket."

I bought her a ticket that I knew would arrive while I was still in a meeting, on Friday. I had a car pick her up and drive her to the hotel, where she found a room under my pseudonym. As she entered the room, she found a bottle of champagne chilling, and a package on the bed with a card. The card read, "Take a shower, then put this on." Inside was a lavender teddy with silk cups for the bra, lace down the stomach, and crotchless on the bottom.

When I opened the door, her hair was wet and she looked ravishing in the teddy, which fit perfectly. She was standing nervously. Later, she told me that when she heard the key in the door, she contemplated getting in a sexy pose but froze instead.

I smiled as I eyed her body mercilessly, and undid my tie. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and popped it. "On your knees." I poured the champagne into a glass. She hadn't moved yet. "I said, 'on your knees,' and I won't be repeating myself again." She fell to her knees, and I saw the blush spread up her entire body to her cheeks.

I threw off my suit jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. "Remove my shoes," I commanded as I sipped my champagne. She hesitated

We'd arranged for much of this ahead of time, of course, including a safe word, etc. I was afraid that she was having second thoughts and was about to bark out the safe word and bolt out of here, when she slowly crawled toward me, and delicately placed her hands on my ankles, untying my shoes and carefully removing them. As she pulled the last shoe off, I put my toes under her chin and flexed, lifting her head up so that she could look at me. She was trembling.

"Are you happy to see me?" I whispered.

"Y-yes." I felt like it was now or never. I put my foot on her chest and shoved hard, pushing her to the floor. I stood up, towering over her.

"Yes, sir."

"Sir! Yes, Sir."

Something inside her seemed to snap in place. She stopped trembling, she stopped blushing.

"Please, may I finish removing your socks, Sir?"

I smiled. She hadn't moved from the position I'd shoved her in, sprawled on her back on the floor. She was a quick learner.

"You may."

She quickly and eagerly removed my socks, taking the time to caress my feet, as if merely touching them was giving her pleasure. I sipped my champagne some more. "And now you may remove my shirt."

She stood up, excitedly, and started working on my shirt buttons. With her so close, I leaned my face over her neck and inhaled deeply. She moaned as she felt me smelling her scent. As her fingers reached the middle button on my shirt, I moved my hand under her ass, and ran two fingers along her already glistening slit. Her knees buckled.

I grabbed her chin with my other hand and held her up. "Did I tell you to stop?" She shook her head frantically and continued unbuttoning my shirt as my fingers continued to explore her dripping cunt.

"Wet already, little slut? Do you ever get this wet this quickly for Kevin [her boyfriend]?"

"No Sir, no. I only get this wet for my Master."

I took the remainder of the glass of champagne into my mouth and grabbed her for a rough kiss, sharing the sweet alcohol with her. She moaned and writhed against my body, my shirt now open, my hardening bulge pushing into her hip. I finally shoved my fingers into her cunt and her body seemed to spasm. I broke the kiss and threw her onto the bed, face down.

I slapped her ass, as hard as I could, and she cried out. "Every time you make a sound, you get more, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." SLAP

"Every sound." I saw her head nod and I spanked her again, and again. She dug her face into the bedspread, not making a sound that I could hear. I continued to slap her ass raw, her wet pussy soaking the sheets beneath her.

Finally, with her ass red from my hand, I grabbed the champagne bottle and poured the cold liquid over her hot, raw cheeks. She moaned and I leaned down, licking the champagne off her ass, inside her crack. She felt my tongue slide over her puckered little anus and she let out a sharp cry. I dug my fingers into her thighs, lifted her ass off the bed and my tongue was inside her pussy. She bucked herself backwards against me and screamed. As I ate her out from behind, my thumb bent back towards her clit. I felt her whole body vibrating, and then she bent herself backwards and came, squirting into my mouth.

As I pulled my mouth off her, she was still face down on the bed, ass in the air, panting, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit." I grabbed her by the chin and spun her over onto her back. Holding her head in place with one hand, I undid my belt with the other. Her hands frantically pawed at my pants, undoing the hook and and unzipping the fly, until she could pull them down and my cock flew into her view. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, but before she could make her next move, I shoved her mouth onto me.

She choked and sputtered, and I pulled my cock back out. She desperately caught her breath, and I gave her the opportunity to safe the safe word. She just looked me in the eye with a determined expression. I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back onto my cock, and started fucking her face. Even with occasional breaks to let her breath, this could only last so long, of course. Finally I threw her off my cock, spit dripping down her chin, eyes ablaze.

I grabbed my belt out of my pants, and she looked terrified, until I grabbed her wrists and tied it around them and to the bedpost. I kicked her knees apart and climbed in between her legs. For all of you wondering, we'd already discussed how I don't use a condom. She was on the pill, but had never felt a bareback cock before. I slid the head of my cock along her slit. She shivered and moaned.

As I prepared to pierce her pussy with my dick, I slid my hand up her body and wrapped it lightly around her throat. "You remember what we talked about?" She nodded eagerly. I slid my cock past her lips and into her pussy. She started to moan, but was cut off as my hand dug into her throat. Being choked was a fantasy of hers, and she knew that if she didn't trust me to do it, she was just to say the word before I started.

I slid into her slowly, so slowly, tightening my grip until I bottomed out into her tight, young pussy. I lightened my hold on her neck, and she groaned as I rubbed my pelvis against her clit. I tightened my grip again and started fucking her soaking pussy hard. I slammed the bed against the wall again and again, watching her face as I fucked her. As soon as she started to turn red, I released my grip and she took a deep breath. "Choke me, Master! Fuck me!"

I tightened my grip again and fucked her faster, harder. I felt her pussy tighten and cum on my cock, and soon after I knew I was nearing my own climax. I pulled out and, still holding her by the neck, stroked my cock into her face, painting her eyes, lips, and cheeks with my cum. Finally, spent, I dropped her like a rag doll to the bed. Desperately she licked up my cum, scooping it in her hands.

We both panted, her lying on the bed, me sitting, looking at each other. And then I just burst out laughing, and so did she. I climbed next to her on the bed, and held her head to my chest.

"You understand that you're my slut now, don't you?"

"Of course, Master, truly."