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08/07/2014
The Sub
I’m a sexual Dominate. I love to control a woman sexual. I’ve been a sexual Dom for as long as I can remember. I’m always on the search for a good sub, which is next to impossible. After looking on numerous fetish websites and chatting with women who said they were subs, but turned out they weren’t, I finally met Paris.
She like myself was married to someone who did not understand or participate in our sexual interests. We were both searching for a release. After an email to her, we began to chat via email. We usually exchanged emails throughout the work day and Paris graved to be given orders.
To most women these would be considered Dares. However, I was giving Paris direct orders that she was to follow immediately. I would instruct Paris to go to the bathroom and strip completely naked and masturbate until she was on the verge of cumming. However, I always make her stop before she came. Giving me her orgasm was a very powerful submission.
After chatting with Paris for a couple of month over email, and numerous requests from myself, Paris finally agreed to meet me for lunch. From the day we began to chat I dictated what Paris should wear every day. As a man who honestly feels that women should never wear pants, Paris began to wear dresses and skirts every day. I the day of our first meeting I instructed Paris to wear a dress that stopped just above her knees, her sheer black stockings, black garter belt, lacy black panties, her lacy bra and high heels.
We decided to have lunch near her work since she was on a time crunch and in a semi-public place for yhhher safety. We chose a Sandwich shop in the lobby of a hotel that was located next door to her office. Since I have plenty of freedom from my job, I went downtown early and was in the lobby of the hotel 10 minutes before Paris was to arrive. I hid in the back corner of the lobby so Paris wouldn’t see me when she entered the lobby.
I saw her the minute she entered the lobby. She was shorter than I expected, barely over 5 feet tall. She was skinny, but definitely had some meat on her. She wore her jet black hair cut short in a fashionable way. She was attractive. Much more so in person than even in her pictures that she had sent me, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
She didn’t see me as she walked past my vantage point. I could tell that her mind was going a million miles an hour with what was going to happen. Her heels clicked across the marble lobby that was rather empty. I dropped in behind her as she made a beeline for the ATM machine that was located in the lobby.
She never looked around as she pulled her card from her purse and put it in the ATM machine. She was typing her pin into the machine when I stepped up behind and grabbed her ass through her dress. She yelped in surprise. Luckily no one in the lobby paid attention to her high pitched yelp.
“Don’t turn around,” I ordered.
“Yes Sir.” Paris was directed to only call me Sir, or Master.
“You’re shorter than I expected,” I told her as my hand remained on her ass.
“I guess we never did tell each other how tall we were,” she said still looking at the ATM machine.
“You will not need money. I’m purchasing you lunch. Let’s go.”
Paris turned and flashed me a smile as she retrieved her ATM card and headed for the Sandwich shop. We chatted about our days as we waited in line to order. Paris moved close to me and I had my arm wrapped around her waist as we chatted.
When it was our turn to order, Paris was ahead of me and the server asked her what she would like for lunch. Before she could answer, I stepped up and ordered a salad for her. The server was rather taken back and gave me a very odd look, before turning to Paris to see if it was what she wanted. Paris’s face, neck and chest went from pale white to a dark crimson color.
“Ma’am?” the server asked.
“I will have what he says,” Paris relied meekly.
The server gave me a quizzical look before making her salad. When he got to the topping for the salad, I ordered everything for Paris. Her face, neck and chest remain crimson throughout the ordeal all the way through me ordering water for her and paying.
I led us out into the lobby and into a restaurant/bar that was currently closed. The room was open to the lobby, but the lights were off and no one was sitting at any of the tables. I pointed to a table and instructed Paris to sit.
We sat at a small square table that had rather tall chairs. I sat next to Paris and placed our lunches on the table. Paris began to reach of her fork and open the container to her salad when I asked her what the fuck she was doing.
“I’m eating lunch, Sir.”
“Not yet you aren’t. You’ll eat when I tell you. Now, how did you feel with me ordering your lunch?” I asked.
Paris told me that she was completely freaked out at first. But the submission and total domination completely and utterly turned her on. She’d never felt that way before, she said.
“Are you wet?
“Yes Sir. Very much.”
“Well, I’ll see about that,” I said. I placed my hand on her stocking covered thigh and began to run my hand up her smooth thigh. As my hand made its way under her dress, I instructed Paris to begin eating. I could see her hand shaking as she picked up her fork and stabbed at her salad.
As she put her food in her mouth, my fingers hit the lacey top of her stockings. I began to stroke her inner thigh through the lacey material, as she began to reach for her drink.
“I did not tell you to drink. Now eat,” I ordered as my fingers finally touched the skin of her inner thigh. At my touch, she jumped a little. I smiled and pushed my hand up until my fingers touched your lacey panties. Paris wasn’t lying, her panties were drenched.
As I began to stroke her pussy through her panties, Paris closed her eyes and let her head fall back. I put extra pressure on her clit and I continued to rub her pussy.
“You’re going to make me cum,” Paris softly moaned.
I quickly removed my hand and told Paris it was time to get back to work. We kissed and headed back to work. Before she left, I told Paris if she wanted to come, she needed to email me and we would arrange a more private meeting.
I received an email from her before I returned to work.
If anyone would like to hear the rest of the story, message me.
I’m a sexual Dominate. I love to control a woman sexual. I’ve been a sexual Dom for as long as I can remember. I’m always on the search for a good sub, which is next to impossible. After looking on numerous fetish websites and chatting with women who said they were subs, but turned out they weren’t, I finally met Paris.
She like myself was married to someone who did not understand or participate in our sexual interests. We were both searching for a release. After an email to her, we began to chat via email. We usually exchanged emails throughout the work day and Paris graved to be given orders.
To most women these would be considered Dares. However, I was giving Paris direct orders that she was to follow immediately. I would instruct Paris to go to the bathroom and strip completely naked and masturbate until she was on the verge of cumming. However, I always make her stop before she came. Giving me her orgasm was a very powerful submission.
After chatting with Paris for a couple of month over email, and numerous requests from myself, Paris finally agreed to meet me for lunch. From the day we began to chat I dictated what Paris should wear every day. As a man who honestly feels that women should never wear pants, Paris began to wear dresses and skirts every day. I the day of our first meeting I instructed Paris to wear a dress that stopped just above her knees, her sheer black stockings, black garter belt, lacy black panties, her lacy bra and high heels.
We decided to have lunch near her work since she was on a time crunch and in a semi-public place for yhhher safety. We chose a Sandwich shop in the lobby of a hotel that was located next door to her office. Since I have plenty of freedom from my job, I went downtown early and was in the lobby of the hotel 10 minutes before Paris was to arrive. I hid in the back corner of the lobby so Paris wouldn’t see me when she entered the lobby.
I saw her the minute she entered the lobby. She was shorter than I expected, barely over 5 feet tall. She was skinny, but definitely had some meat on her. She wore her jet black hair cut short in a fashionable way. She was attractive. Much more so in person than even in her pictures that she had sent me, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
She didn’t see me as she walked past my vantage point. I could tell that her mind was going a million miles an hour with what was going to happen. Her heels clicked across the marble lobby that was rather empty. I dropped in behind her as she made a beeline for the ATM machine that was located in the lobby.
She never looked around as she pulled her card from her purse and put it in the ATM machine. She was typing her pin into the machine when I stepped up behind and grabbed her ass through her dress. She yelped in surprise. Luckily no one in the lobby paid attention to her high pitched yelp.
“Don’t turn around,” I ordered.
“Yes Sir.” Paris was directed to only call me Sir, or Master.
“You’re shorter than I expected,” I told her as my hand remained on her ass.
“I guess we never did tell each other how tall we were,” she said still looking at the ATM machine.
“You will not need money. I’m purchasing you lunch. Let’s go.”
Paris turned and flashed me a smile as she retrieved her ATM card and headed for the Sandwich shop. We chatted about our days as we waited in line to order. Paris moved close to me and I had my arm wrapped around her waist as we chatted.
When it was our turn to order, Paris was ahead of me and the server asked her what she would like for lunch. Before she could answer, I stepped up and ordered a salad for her. The server was rather taken back and gave me a very odd look, before turning to Paris to see if it was what she wanted. Paris’s face, neck and chest went from pale white to a dark crimson color.
“Ma’am?” the server asked.
“I will have what he says,” Paris relied meekly.
The server gave me a quizzical look before making her salad. When he got to the topping for the salad, I ordered everything for Paris. Her face, neck and chest remain crimson throughout the ordeal all the way through me ordering water for her and paying.
I led us out into the lobby and into a restaurant/bar that was currently closed. The room was open to the lobby, but the lights were off and no one was sitting at any of the tables. I pointed to a table and instructed Paris to sit.
We sat at a small square table that had rather tall chairs. I sat next to Paris and placed our lunches on the table. Paris began to reach of her fork and open the container to her salad when I asked her what the fuck she was doing.
“I’m eating lunch, Sir.”
“Not yet you aren’t. You’ll eat when I tell you. Now, how did you feel with me ordering your lunch?” I asked.
Paris told me that she was completely freaked out at first. But the submission and total domination completely and utterly turned her on. She’d never felt that way before, she said.
“Are you wet?
“Yes Sir. Very much.”
“Well, I’ll see about that,” I said. I placed my hand on her stocking covered thigh and began to run my hand up her smooth thigh. As my hand made its way under her dress, I instructed Paris to begin eating. I could see her hand shaking as she picked up her fork and stabbed at her salad.
As she put her food in her mouth, my fingers hit the lacey top of her stockings. I began to stroke her inner thigh through the lacey material, as she began to reach for her drink.
“I did not tell you to drink. Now eat,” I ordered as my fingers finally touched the skin of her inner thigh. At my touch, she jumped a little. I smiled and pushed my hand up until my fingers touched your lacey panties. Paris wasn’t lying, her panties were drenched.
As I began to stroke her pussy through her panties, Paris closed her eyes and let her head fall back. I put extra pressure on her clit and I continued to rub her pussy.
“You’re going to make me cum,” Paris softly moaned.
I quickly removed my hand and told Paris it was time to get back to work. We kissed and headed back to work. Before she left, I told Paris if she wanted to come, she needed to email me and we would arrange a more private meeting.
I received an email from her before I returned to work.
If anyone would like to hear the rest of the story, message me.
Poster:
Master Jay
