In almost all my relationships I had always been the sub. Both in the bedroom and out it just seemed like my natural place. I don't know if it was my insecurity about my lack of dick size, or my short stature (I'm only 5'6") but letting women take control was just what I did. That is of course until Lauren, she planted a seed, awakened a desire, she changed who and what I want to be.
We were both married and in dead bedroom situations. We met in an online chat and quickly took a liking to each other. When we first began talking I pushed my desire for being cucked and dominated and she played along. Making penis size jokes, fucking other men and giving me the details of how they pleased her. I could tell however that it was all for my benefit, it really wasn't her thing. She continually expressed her desire to be controlled, almost forced.
She talked of her rope kink, being bound and used, and how older more forceful men really turned her on. I really enjoyed her company and wanted nothing more then to make her happy, so I decided I would learn to be what she needed. I began reading bdsm and even rape stories. Being a long distance relationship I didn't need to learn quickly, I could take my time and work my way into it.
In our conversations I slowly began giving her tasks, simple things at first, like wearing sexy underwear for me, and proving it with pics. Then as she complied I slowly turned it up and requested, no, demanded more. I'd have her write things like Rick's fuck hole on her pubic area with a sharpie, knowing she'd have to hide it from her husband until the marker faded. I made her start talking to him when they had sex saying ambiguous things, like daddies cock is my favorite, so that we'd know she meant me, but he'd be none the wiser. Since we were both married and on opposite ends of the country, I never thought we'd meet in person, but then fate has funny way of putting us in places we never thought we'd go.
I started a new job and not long into it my boss approached me about going to the west coast for training. One week in Northern California. Outwardly I grudgingly agreed, while inside I was already wondering how close I would be to her, did she even want to meet? I was a mess of emotion, this could either be amazing or a disaster.
That evening I eagerly texted her, butterflies in my stomach as I waited for her reply. It wasn't long till I had my answer, and I couldn't have asked for more. I would be staying only a 20 minute ride from where she lived. And she assured me she wanted to meet in the worst way. We started planning, it all seemed so surreal, like watching a movie that I was staring in.
I planned ahead as best I could, googling sex shops near my hotel, making sure I could get what I wanted for our rendezvous.
With all the arrangements made our date was set, she would come to my hotel on my first night in town and we would play the rest of week by ear.
On the day I arrived, I left my training and immediately went shopping for supplies. Toys, ropes, a paddle, and some plastic sheets, an hour or so and a few hundred dollars later I was in my room messaging Lauren, I was ready.
It seemed like days had passed but it was only a an hour and a half or so. I was sweating and nervous, not sure if I would be able to do what she needed, if I could be the force she craved.
The knock on the door startled me, shook me from my thoughts, I walked across the room and opened it.
She was stunning, more gorgeous in person than any picture or video could've done justice to. She surged forward into my arms and our lips met in a passionate kiss that was years past due. Our tongues intertwined as our hands explored each other's bodies. It was so intense I nearly forgot my plan. The kiss broke just long enough for me to regain my composure and a look into her longing eyes flipped the switch inside me that made me really dominant for the first time in my life.
I closed the door behind her and she leaned in for another kiss. With all the courage I could muster I pulled back and firmly told her no. She looked more confused than anything, but I persisted. I raised my voice slightly and as authoritative as I could sound I commanded her to strip. She hesitated slightly and once again I spoke sternly, "I SAID STRIP".
She slowly began undressing, I could see in her face that she was reluctant and unsure of where this was going. I reassured her, that if I hit a limit all she had to do was speak up and I would stop, just say "limit" and we would break and discuss her boundaries.
She smiled and finished undressing. "On your knees," I ordered, and she immediately dropped, she knew the game now and was playing along. I turned from her and grabbed a collar and leash that I had laid out on the bed. Fastening the collar around her neck I told her this meant she was my bitch, a toy for my amusement. "Do you understand," I asked? Her response made my cock twitch, in soft voice almost a squeak, she said "Yes Daddy."
I walked her slowly to the side of the bed on her knees and turned her to face me. She was a picture of lustful sexiness, looking up at me with longing, curiosity, and maybe the slightest bit of apprehension.
"Unbuckle my pants," I commanded.
