My name is Jacob, and I am a master. I find obedient women who want to be submissive and make their fantasies come true. There is nothing like the rush I get when I have a sexy woman on her knees sucking my cock, begging me to fuck her. She looks up into my eyes pleadingly while her spit covers my rocklike love stick. It’s awesome.
I got started in this when I was 20. I met this woman, she was older, maybe 32, and drop-dead gorgeous. She had tits like melons and her ass was nice and round and jiggly. I loved smacking her ass and sending it rippling while I pounded her from behind. That was some sight!
Renee, that was her name, picked me up at this bar I used to go to. I guess you might call her a cougar, though I don’t know what the age difference has to be for that to be accurate. In any event we hooked up and what transpired that night was, for me, a whole new take on sex.
After sliding her hand up to my cock all night at the bar, Renee decided that it was time to go. She barked at me to get a move on, that she needed to be fucked. I was startled at first at her biting tone, but I wasn’t about to pass up a chance at fucking this hot piece of ass. My momma didn’t raise a fool.
Once out the door of the bar Renee told me to carry her to the car. I thought she was joking, so I laughed and kept walking. She didn’t move. I turned around and she was just standing there, arms crossed, tapping her foot. “What’s the problem?” I said. “You okay?”
Renee simply glared at me, not saying a word, so I walked back to where she was. I didn’t know if maybe she was sick, or annoyed. She wasn’t talking, and her demeanor screamed that she wasn’t happy. “Renee,” I said, “are you okay?”
She reached out and latched onto my cock and balls like a cobra attacking a mouse. I didn’t even have time to react. She got right in my face and said, “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Don’t make me tell you twice!”
Holy shit! What the hell did I hook up with? I was stunned, not knowing what the fuck was up with this woman. Yet I was fucking turned on! My cock actually got hard as she held it while yelling at me. Her face was intense and she spat as she scolded me. “Oh, what do we have here?” she said, rubbing my dick through my jeans while she spoke. “Someone likes to be in trouble, huh? Someone’s dick likes to be stroked while his next lay puts him in his place.”
She laughed while she released my dick and stood there waiting for me to pick her up and carry her to the car, which I did. I’d have carried her over broken glass if she told me to. This was a whole new experience for me. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for me.
When we got to her place Renee opened the door, pointed to the den and told me to mix us drinks while she changed. I was so pumped, my hands shook. My dick was about to burst through the zipper of my jeans. I thought about stripping while I waited for her but decided to wait and see what her plans were. Suddenly she called to me.
Drinks in hand, I made my way to the back bedroom. I saw shadows of flickering candles. My heart was beating so hard, I was afraid I would drop the drinks. I had already decided Renee was one kinky bitch and I just had to see what would happen next. A little voice in my head told me to just leave, but once I crossed the threshold of her bedroom and saw her, that voice was silenced—forever.
Renee was standing at the foot of the bed. She had changed into an all-black leather number so sexy that it made me want to rip it off her and ravage her. Her tits rested above the cups of the bustier with the nipples standing out about a half-inch. I noticed that they were pierced. I’d never seen pierced nipples in the flesh, and I have to admit that it looked hot!
The bustier was connected to the leather pants, and it fit her like the suit worn by Catwoman. It cinched at her waist, making it look as though she had a waist like a Barbie doll. My mouth was watering. I could not wait to get my hands on this fuckable sexpot. The outfit was finished off with thigh-high fuck-me boots. Stiletto heels gave Renee enough height that she was now taller than me.
She sensed my lust. “Do you see something you like? Perhaps you want to touch me? Taste me? Fuck me?”
“Fuck yes!” I said. “Ohmygod, Renee you’re fucking amazing!”
“Silence!” she barked. I was stunned for a second, then quickly aroused again. I was really getting into this chick telling me what to do.
She walked toward me. “You talk too much,” she said, and lunged forward and forced her tongue in my mouth. She grabbed my face with one hand while she pushed me down to my knees with the other. She broke the kiss, leaving me gasping for air. The drinks spilled all over, but she didn’t seem to care. “Lick my boots,” she commanded.
“I’m-I’m-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Wh-what?”
She got in my face and spat out, “Make me repeat myself again and you’ll go home with the worst case of blue balls you’ve ever known. Now, lick them!”
I thought about what she said for a mere second, mostly for fear of her following through with her threat and sending me home before I could get my hands on her. Down I went, to the tip of her boot.
I licked my way slowly up to the top of her left boot. As I did, she told me what a good slave I was going to be. As I made my way up her left leg, she spread her legs, and I saw that there was no crotch in the leather outfit! Her pussy was mesmerizing—clean-shaved and moist-looking. I made it a point to linger at the top of her boot so I could keep looking at her folds.
I made my way to the right leg, inhaling Renee’s scent. She pushed me away with her boot. “What do you think you’re doing?” she barked. “You were told to lick my boots, not sniff my pretty pussy!”
“W-w-wait, Renee,” I stuttered, “I wasn’t. I was licking your boots, I swear—”
“Shut up!” she said. “You have been very, very bad.”
Oh crap! Please don’t send me home with blue balls, please! I needed to have this girl. I was hooked on her. I wanted something!
“Please, Renee, I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful, I can’t help myself. You’re making me crazy. Please, please give me another chance. I’ll do as you say, I swear.”
Renee looked at me and turned around. She didn’t make a move or say a word. I didn’t dare move. I waited. And waited. It was torture—no doubt just why she did it! Then she turned around and ordered, “Strip. Take off all of your clothes. Now!”
Faster than you could say “done,” I was naked, standing in front of this goddess with my cock at full mast, begging for her to touch me.
Renee just stood there looking at me. Then she walked toward me and circled me. Her perfume was intoxicating. As she walked by, I felt her nipples on my back. She ran her fingers through my hair; the nails tickled me. Her lightest touch sent electric shocks through my body and to my cock. It was pulsing. She grabbed it with both hands and led me to the bed.
There was a bench at the end of the bed. Renee sat down on it and instructed me to kneel in front of her. She patted my head and said she was going to feed me. She placed her heeled feet on the sides of the bench and spread her legs, and there before me was her amazing pussy. With her fingers she spread her lips, saying, “This is my pussy. I love to have it eaten. You must be sure to lick and taste every crevice. You will make me come or you will get no reward!”
I was eager to please her. Eating her pussy would be a reward in itself, but I wasn’t about to say that. I made slow lapping motions to both sides of her vulva. It was really smooth. I lapped at her hole and clit enough to make her jump, then went back to slowly licking her petals. Once I was done “wetting my feet,” so to speak, I dived into her pussy with full force. I sucked her clit right into my mouth and assaulted it with my tongue. While doing that, I spread her lips with my hands and thumbed her hole. She bucked a bit, and I detected a little whimper escaping her lips.
With no complaint about using my hands, I delved farther. I made my way to Renee’s asshole. I played around the rim. It was wet with my saliva, so pushing my finger in would be easy thanks to the lube. Sensing what I was about to do, she scooted her ass farther into my face. Now the top of her mound was pushed against my face, and as my assault on her clit remained steady, her hips started to undulate a bit.
As I got closer to Renee’s inviting asshole, I inserted my thumb inside it and wiggled it. This sent her screaming: “Oh yes, yes, my good boy! Fuck my ass with your fingers. Suck my clit, harder. Lick it, lick it!”
Doing as I was told, like a good slave, I continued to manipulate Renee’s ass while continuing to massage her love button with my tongue and teeth. Her breathing got harder and her thighs started to shiver around my head. “Right there,” she gasped. “Oh yes, right there! Don’t fucking move!”
In seconds I felt Renee’s ass muscles squeeze down on my finger as she came. Her clit was pulsing in my mouth, but I just held on and continued to suck it. She was yelling obscenities and thrashing around. “Oh yes, oh fucking yes! Right fucking there. Oh you are so bad. You are so fucking bad, my pet.” At this point she was stroking my head and pushing it farther into her cunt. I lapped up the rest of her juices as I let her clit fall from my grip.
As her body was settling down from the intense tremors I unleashed, Renee looked down at me as she sat up. “Oh my, see what happens when you listen like a good slave? Now get on the bed. Your lessons are not done.” She proceeded to lick, suck, fuck and stroke me to three orgasms, more than I even knew I was capable of.
Renee was insatiable. We were only together for a short three months, but in that time she opened up a whole new world of erotic treats. Things I never thought I would enjoy, like anal sex. She would strap on a huge dildo, slab some K-Y all over my butthole and tease my cock and balls until I begged her to fuck me with her cock.
Since experiencing all these amazing things with Renee, I decided that I would open up the treasure trove to others. Women who love to be submissive are all over the place. You just have to know where to look. I have six right now that cater to my every whim and beg to be my only one.
I love that these women can express themselves in a way that makes them happy. It’s wonderful to know that I helped bring them to this peak and beyond. It’s like paying it forward—on a different scale, no doubt, but still about giving back.
—M.V., Cincinnati, Ohio