Men are a funny animal. They come off as so macho and dominant but deep down, inside they want to submit to a powerful woman. I know this because I have had many in my life. My name is Ann, and I am thirty-five. I look like I am twenty-one. I am 5 ft 2 inches tall, 110 lbs., 32 B-sized breasts, a bubble butt and long brunette hair. I am a doctor, so I am what I jokingly say, over educated. I know what I want, and I get what I want. Some people would call me a bitch, but I really do not care if they do.
Years ago, when I started college, a fellow student began to pursue me romantically. Jeff was handsome, ripped and very smart. He was a true Alpha male. I played shy and aloof and let him chase me a bit before I fell victim to his advances. We began to date. The relationship developed quickly into one of those typical college romances of hanging out followed by cheap fast food and a bunch of steamy sex in the dorm.
As things progressed, I noticed that Jeff would sometimes comment on the way I dressed or did my hair. I made notes of his comments and looked for a common thread. Jeff's seemed to love when I wore certain clothes like my thigh-high boots, black 5-inch-high heels, my tight Black Lycra skirt or my white button-down blouse. He also loved when I would put my long brown hair in a single braided ponytail. When I did, my hair would hug tight to my head, then would fall down my back in a thick braid.
One night, I decided to give Jeff a treat. I put on my blouse, the black Lycra skirt, and my black thigh high lace up combat boots. I pulled my hair back, put it in a tight, thick braid. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot but stern, sexy, but in charge. There was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Jeff. He took one look at me, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stammered and stuttered out a "damn you look hot" comment. I smiled and pressed myself against him. His cock was rock hard, in fact harder than I had ever felt it. I kissed him, then asked him if he liked my outfit. He said that he loved it and that I was gorgeous.
He came into my room and sat on my bed. His eyes kept surveying my entire body. I moved closer to him, reached down, and rubbed his stiff cock through his pants. I asked him if he wanted to go out or stay in. He immediately blurted out that he wanted to stay in. I giggled, then picked up my foot and lightly rubbed the flat sole across the bulge in his pants. He moaned softly. I applied more pressure, he moaned again. I asked him if he was a good boy. He shook his head yes. I told him that I would be the judge of that, then grabbed him and threw him to the floor.
I demanded that he get on his knees and look up into my eyes. He did as he was told. Good boys worship their mistress, I told him. Kiss my boots, I demanded. Jeff dropped down and began kissing my boots without complaint. A warm wetness began to form in my pussy. I was beginning to enjoy Jeff's submission. I lifted my right boot and placed it inches from his face and asked him if the sole was dirty. He shook his head yes. I told him to lick it clean. Jeff tongue darted effortlessly across the sole. The left sole was next. Once I was satisfied, he had cleaned them well, I told him to get undressed.
Jeff's clothes almost vaporized they came off so fast. Standing before me was a ripped, handsome man with a huge cock standing straight up in the air, ready for action. I looked at him with feigned disgust and pointed to his cock and told him that it needed to be out of my sight. He looked confused. I told him to cover his cock with something and to do it quickly. Jeff fumbled around at a loss as to what to do. Then an idea struck him. He grabbed one of his sweat socks off the floor, rolled it up a bit and slid it over his fully erect tool. Cover those nasty balls I demanded. He pulled the sock completely over his manhood. Get on your knees, boy, I demanded cruelly. Jeff dropped to his knees and looked up at me like a whipped puppy.
I told him to start back at my boots and work his way my body, I wanted kisses, I wanted undying worship. Jeff did as he was told and kissed my boots from top to bottom, then began making his way up my legs. As he reached my skirt hem, he gently pushed it up, I slapped him hard. He looked at me sadly. I told him he did not have permission to go further. He would have to learn boundaries. He shook his head as if he fully understood. I then put my boot on his chest and pushed him to the floor. Lay down, I demanded. Jeff complied and laid on his back on the floor. I stood over him facing his feet and pulled up my skirt and straddled his face. I lowered my crotch to within about two inches from his face. My tight pussy was hidden from him by my silky white panties. Jeff moaned and lifted his face to kiss my pussy. I slapped him again and told him that he was going to be punished for not doing as he was told.
I placed my pussy down onto his mouth. His nose fit perfectly as a little human butt plug. I ground my womanhood onto his face as I reached down and began to stroke his amazing, sock covered cock. Jeff's moans were muffled, but quite loud. I asked him if he liked being my little bitch. A muffled yes flowed from between my legs. I asked him if he was prepared to be my little bitch boy forever. Again, Jeff replied that he was. I ground my pussy silk panty covered pussy into his face. Jeff was finding it hard to breathe. I told him that from now on, I controlled his cock and that I wanted him to cum on demand. A squeal of acceptance came from between my legs. I told him he had 10 seconds to cum. And began counting back from ten. As I counted, I stroked his cock furiously. Jeffs body squirmed and writhed. I could feel he was close. I slowed my count slightly as I got to 3-2-1, then demanded that he cum.
