[M/F] "trust me" a first step into dominance Pt 1. | 2016

Since my last post, I’ve gotten a few PMs and questions about my philosophy about how to be dominant. So much so that I’ve repeated this story privately a few times and I think I might as well share it here. Now to some of the super pros out there, this might all seem very amateur, so if you have criticisms, then please I'm all ears.

The story in question relates to the first time that I actually felt like I successfully dominated my ex. This was at the onset of our relationship, where we were both still discovering our limits. At this point I knew she had a submissive nature, and the inner dom in me was rising, so I started planning our first real, sub dom night.

One of the things I chose to do is to not use any toys, straps, equipment, chains or whatever. I believe if I can’t dominate her just as I am just with my words and my actions, I don’t deserve to. Toys and accessories, in my opinion, should not be aids but enhancements. One needs to earn the right to use them, not use them as a crutch. If you can’t control her without such things, eventually, you’ll misuse them and lose your control. (this might all be bullshit but it makes sense to me in my head).

My first thing was I started early, I’m talking two or three month in advance. I started taking things out of her control little bit by little bit. It was simple at first, waking earlier than her, making breakfast for her, picking the movies we watched at night, ordering food for her, driving her to work, picking her up. The less she had to do, the less control she had the better. Then I started giving her commands, very innocent suggestions that tell her what to do: honey you should wear the blue dress today, come walk closer to me, wait right here for me, don`t go anywhere, get dressed right now, etc. Seems innocent enough and for the first two days she was kind of confused and might question me, which I usually replied with “trust me dear” or something similar.

The whole point was to take control out of her day to day, and build that trust in me. It was subtle, but eventually, she didn’t question me when I said, something ridiculous. Once I asked her to “open the cupboard” and she’ll do it, and I’ll just say “close it” and she does, without question. It took a few weeks but once I got there, the effects were profound.

So with that all setup, the next step was to start controlling her in our intimacy. This meant I stopped being a considerate lover. Our sex life went from us mutually initiating it to only me initiating it. Every time she asked to do stuff I would say no. I would kiss her but only when I wanted, if she asked to kiss me or moved to kiss me, I would deflect, shift to my cheek, do something else, take a phone call etc. Mind you I never stopped being affectionate, I simply stopped responding to her requests. During sex, I always lead the pace, and I was always vocal about everything I wanted, and never asked for permission, I just said I want this and I wouldn’t take no for an answer. Every time she asked me to do something to her, I didn’t just do it, I made her beg, and then I’d tell her yes or no. It was hard for me, but it bugged the shit out of her. The balance of showing consistent affection, but never enough that satisfies her, and never responding to her advances, was super hard to keep up, but I did my best. She tried talking about it, and just the same, I just said ‘trust me”. Luckily she did. Of course, through all of this, I made sure to show how disapproved I am, whenever she didn’t listen, or failed me, and I would hold back on anything she wanted, a hug, a kiss, whatever. I made it clear if I wasn’t pleased, she would be neglected. But if I was pleased, I would always say the same two words: Good girl.

So all this build up over two months, and finally I felt I was ready. She was not questioning anything I asked anymore, and in bed, she would listen to everything I asked her to do, almost without question. I knew I needed to solidify my dominance.

So one Friday evening, after I picked her up from work and I had a present for her in the back seat. I had picked out a red slutty dress. “we’re going out for dinner. I bought you a new dress, go change”. I was in my casual clothes, shirt and jeans, but she was now dressed fuck. It was a brilliant red/burgundy dress, sleeveless, with a plunging neckline that exposed her chest, almost down to her bellybutton. It showed off her now quite tone abs (oh I also started telling her to work out more, and controlled her diet. She went down a dress size now at about 100lbs, and started getting definition in her abs. A nice little perk), and hugged her ass nicely. The skirt came just an inch above her knees, and was just loose enough to lift as she walked, showing off glimpses of her inner thigh. this is as close as I can find for a picture. The actual brand I can’t find any more

“Where are we going?” She asked after seeing the dress.

“Italian” I replied.

After she rummaged a bit “Honey, are you sure about this?”

“Just trust me.” I replied firmly. Again, she didn’t question me

So I took her to one of my favorite restaurant, a small casual Italian bistro, real mom and pop kind of place. Being dressed so provocatively, she started getting shy and a bit bashful among the tables of families and kids and casual diners, so I took her by the hand and lead her. She would shyly try to cover herself up, but I paid no mind. She was mine, and I was to dress her however I liked.

“Why did you bring me here? Wearing this?”

“Because I want it. Trust me” And she nods, and blushes harder.

Again, I ordered for the table, the wine she would drink, though she wasn’t paying attention, rather overwhelmed by the people at the restaurant. Even the waitress sneaked a peek at her over her shoulders. She tried to cover up a bit, holding the menu to her chest, keeping a hand on the hem of her dress. I watched her squirm. She was blushing quite hard, and overly aware of all the eyes on her.

“It’s really embarrassing. Everyone’s staring at me. I feel so naked” She complained.

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me.” And so she would look at me. “I want to see you in that dress.”

“But there are kids here”

“Trust me.”

Again she didn’t question me, it’s like a switch now. She let her arms down, and leaned back away from the table a bit. She had to close her eye as she leaned back. I could see and feel the eyes of almost every person in the room take a look. She was a shoulder shake away from having a wardrobe malfunction.

“smile” I said, and so she did, a brilliant, captivating smile, now staring at me, so radiant. But I could see the embarrassment. The flushed cheeks, the trembling shoulders, her breathing was getting a bit more labored, her legs squeezed tightly against each other. But she didn’t rebel, she just stared at me, trusting me.

I leaned forward, smiling at her. “You look beautiful.” I said, and she blushed harder, if that was even possible. I was seated beside her at the round table, and was turned to face her, scooched in close so our legs were touching. There was no table cloth, so her legs were exposed, but I didn’t care, I slid a hand to her knees and reached under to tickle the soft skin underneath with the tips of my fingers. Even admits the loud noises of the diners, I could hear her let out a small, breathy squeak.

She let out a labored “please, not now. There’re people.”

And I just said “stop” and she bit her lip. I ran my fingertips along the underside of her thigh and back down, grazing along, reaching the base of her skirt, and just sliding past before coming down again. Her legs jerked and trembled, but I could feel her skin get hotter and hotter. Once or twice my knuckle grazed the soft fabric of her panties, and I could feel the wet sticky juices leaking through. It was all the affirmation that I needed.

I let her go and leaned back, she looked at me with lidded eyes, slightly breathy. And I just said “smile.” And she smiled

The pasta came, and she saw that it was only one dish. She looked up at me confused, but I just leaned back in my chair and smiled. She looked down and started to eat, but I stopped her “No Sarah. You’ve had enough today, that’s for me.” And she looked at me wide eyed finally understanding what she was to do.

And so she, like the good girl I had trained her to be, fed me my dinner.

I think it is one of the most erotic things in life to have a beautiful woman feed you dinner. It was quite a sight, and I don’t think some of the others in the restaurant could hardly believe what was going on. Hell the whole experience was super surreal for me as well. I remember my heart beating probably harder than hers was, and it was all I could do to stay calm and keep up the façade. This blonde bombshell of a girl, feeding pasta to a average bloke like me. I felt like the biggest, baddest, alpha stud in the whole room.

She was in a trance. She told me afterwards that all she could think about in that moment was to show not just me, but the whole restaurant, that she was a good girl, that she wouldn’t disappoint me.

I then told her to give me a sip of wine. And she brought the glass to me but I said “no, do it for me.” She didn’t catch on right away, but then figured it out. So she took a sip of wine, leaned in and kissed me. I took the chance to slip her some tongue too, as well as caress her exposed legs. She sat back down breathless. I just smiled and said, “good girl.” And she smiled at me, again that beautiful radiant smile

What could have been a half hour meal took instead almost an hour and a half. I knew by the time the main course was done, that I needed to get her back home for dessert. So I paid, and escorted her out of the restaurant.

We were not five steps out the front door before I reached down the back of her dress, and slipped a finger between her legs, rubbing her now drenched panties. She gave a small squeak, her whole body shuddered, and she doubled over, clinging on to me. I knew that face, she had just cum, hard.

She was panting, and I leaned down and lifted her face up to meet mine.

“Bad girl” I whispered quietly to her. Her eyes went wide. “Did I say you could cum?”

“But but but” she shuddered, but I shushed her, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Bad girls have to be taught a lesson”

This is just part 1 of the evening. I move onto some of the heavier stuff in part 2 so look forward to that. If there are any questions, let me know and I'll do my best to answer