Learning to be more dominant

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Learning to be more dominantI arrived at the door of the property. It seemed nothing unusual; typical house in the street; manicured lawns, neat hedges, pretty plants along the borders. I guessed that a lot of the neighbours were quite competitive with each other over who had the nicest garden, house, car, etc. Anyway, I’m not here to admire what I can’t afford; here to work. Work, last day before my contract comes to an end. It’s been a mostly good job but I have a new one starting on Monday and I will be happy for this one to finish. Not really a hard or exciting job but it pays the bills. I knocked on the door and waited. And waited… Knocked again only to be shouted at by a passing woman “press the bell, she’s a bit funny and only answers the door if you press the bell.” “Thanks” I replied as i rang the bell. “Good luck in there, you’ll need it!” was her final comment as she jogged on by. Maybe I spent too long looking at her jogging past? She had some killer curves on her and made her running shorts look particularly nice from the back. “Enjoying the view?” the woman at the now opened door asked. “Actually, yes! your neighbour? she seems friendly. “Too friendly unless you don’t mind being used and discarded like an old worn out sex toy!” ok I thought. Wasn’t expecting that sort of comment this morning. “Sorry, I’m Mark, I’m here to take…””yes, yes! I know. I suppose I need to get ready”.”Sorry, is it for you? I was expecting someone, well, older?””First nice thing anyone has said to me in a long time. Is what I’m wearing ok for the appointment?” It was only now that I really forgot about the neighbour’s jogging clothes and noticed that Gillian had something similar on. Bit older than the neighbour, not quite as curvy but, even though she was older, she looked fitter, healthier, tighter? “Yes or no? not a complicated question is it?” She barked. Nippier I thought… “Yes, probably ideal given what you are going in for.” Starting to understand the neighbours comments now. “Right, if you’re sure it’s ok then lets go.” As usual, I offered to assist my patient into the vehicle but she just looked at me. “really, you think i can’t get in there myself?” “Just being polite I replied” be professional, don’t let her get to you I told myself. She got herself in and settled down in her seat. I reminded her to put the seat belt on and watched as she struggled a bit with it. It’s an old style with the clip not in the obvious place. “Aren’t you going to offer to help me?” she grunted. Real charmer I thought. Great figure but a lousy personality. “If you can raise your bum cheek a little then I can get the clip” “That enough?” she asked.”Yes, perfect” I said as I slipped my hand along the bottom of the seat and grabbed the seat buckle. Being this close to her I saw that either she had no panties on or that the leggings hid the line very well. Then I saw a little hair poking out at her crotch. I wanted to pull it out but thought it might be attached and besides, she would probably take my head off and get me sacked. Then again, if it was still attached, maybe she would enjoy the pain… Focus, back to work. I pulled my eyes away from her crotch and looked up at her. My eyes caught the smoothness of her top as it crossed her flat stomach all the way up past her chest. Like further down, there was no sign of a bra but there was also no sign of any nipples poking through the top. Not that I was really looking, at least, hoping it was not obvious that I was looking especially as my head was only about half a meter away from her. “Comfortable? I asked. “Yes” was all she said. I was really happy that this was a short journey as I don’t think I could cope with the frostiness over a long journey. A couple of minutes into the drive and, out of nowhere she asks “did you like looking at my top?” Was I caught out? Did she see me looking at her chest? Was it obvious that I was trying to see the shape of her nipples? “I thought it really suited you” was the best I could come up with. Hoping she would accept the compliment and change the subject. “Really? why does it suit me?” If I didn’t know better I’d say she was almost smiling at my discomfort. “Well, … it matches the rest of your outfit and it shows off your figure without being obvious about it” Really, did I just say that crap? “Well, what If I want it to be obvious that I am showing it off? Are you saying I shouldn’t? is there something wrong with it?” Where on earth do I go with that comment? She is being really awkward with me here. Sure whatever I say will backfire on me. “If you want to show it off then I would have thought something a low cut across the cleavage would have been more appropriate, but not enough that you would expose too much. As for my thoughts on it, well , it is up to you what you do with your body; I cannot see a reason for you not to show it off.” Well, hopefully that got me out of that predicament. But no. Digging holes seems to be my speciality. “So, you would like to see my cleavage? Another nice thing said to me today!” Damn, that’s not what I meant but she definitely now has a smile on her face. Not a big one but it is there. “Guess kıbrıs escort you are a chest man and not a leg man” How do I get myself out of this? Not long until we get there, just a few more minutes. “Actually, if anything, I am a bum man although that doesn’t mean I don’t like chests, or legs” Really! that’s how you get yourself into trouble, not out of it! “Mmmm interesting, do you have an order of preference?” She is now fully smiling and leaning forwards as she looks really interested in my opinions. Suddenly she seems like a different person compared to the woman I collected 10 minutes ago. ” You know, bum then thighs, chest then…” OMG she is actually asking me what order I like to grope in? Turning into the parking bay I mumble out “just whatever happens at the moment”. “Time to go” I said as I quickly get her out of the vehicle. I take her to the appointment in silence as I really don’t know what to say to her. At least my next appointment cannot be any worse. And it was simple. Return an elderly gent to his home. Talked about football, pensions, and a few other forgettable subjects. One last job to do and it is not at Gillians drop off point which is excellent news. I get to my pick up point, X Ray dept. sitting there in a wheelchair is Gillian. The job details come up on the screen and it is her. Marvellous. Putting on the professional face I help her to the vehicle and ask why the wheelchair? She walked in ok but she is now in a chair? “I spread my legs too far in physio and it hurts now when I open them” That’s a new one on me. Never had a woman say that to me. “Wow, doesn’t sound good at all. How long (how do you ask a woman how long she has to keep her legs closed for?), how long before, well, before you can..”Spread my legs” She says. “What makes you think I don’t like pain?” I make sure her seatbelt is fastened and I notice that I cannot see her little hair. Strange the things you think of when your pulse is racing. “Most people don’t and those that do usually like pain that they can control. I guess what you have is not controllable.””Of course it is, I decide when I open or close my legs so I control the pain. Unless the man is being the dominant one of course.” I really need to drive faster. I am having thoughts that are enjoyable but maybe not suitable for right now. When I get home this might have a different ending and I might have my hands full I the process as well. Now in the drivers seat and heading to drop her off at home. “Do you like to take control?” she asks. Hell yes! I’m so aroused I can almost steer the vehicle with my erection!!! ok, maybe not the right answer. “yes, technically I am in control just now. Control over the vehicle, control over where you are sitting, that you have the seatbelt on, that you have only the one destination, etc. “Good!” she says. And with that, she actually goes quiet until we get to her home. Arriving there I open the door and help her out. No complaints this time but she does ask if she has a choice or if I am in control. I tell her I am in control and she does exactly as I say. She holds my arm to steady herself when walking, she gives me the key to her door so I can open it for her, she sits down on a chair in the hallway while I hang her coat for her and lock her door. “Where would you like to go?” I ask. She looks up at me and says “Bed!” Her eyes don’t leave mine but, after a couple of seconds I break the glance and say “Fine, where is it?” She points to a door and says it is the only downstairs one. A short walk later I open the door to a double bedroom. I move her over tot he edge of the metal framed bed and sit her down. She asks me for a glass of juice from her fridge so she can take her medication before going to sleep. As I leave she tells me to knock on the door before entering. I head off to find the kitchen and come back a few minutes later with juice. Not sure what to expect, I knock on the bedroom door and wait. Eventually she says “come in, I’m finally decent”. Hesitantly, I open the door fully. She is in the bed and under the covers. Her sports clothes on the edge of the bed at the bottom. I feel quite relieved although there is a certain part of me that was hoping she was naked on top with her legs spread and hopefully a hairy pussy on show. Someone else must be living that dream just now. I bring over her juice and place it on the table next to her meds. She sits up and reaches for the juice. As she does, the covers slide down to her waist. As the covers slide down, my erection instantly re-appears as my eyes focus on her breasts; to be precise, her nipples. Without blinking, she takes her 2 pills and drinks some juice. Putting the glass back on the table she looks just below my belt and says “so much for being a bum, not a breast man. Think there is something in your trousers that thinks differently.”Well, can’t exactly hide it; it’s almost in her face! “I didn’t say that I don’t like breasts, just that I really like bums! You cannot expect a man not to get aroused at the sight of a pair of breasts as good as yours can you? Anyway, is there anything else you need just kırıkkale escort now?” I know what I want but am I confident enough to take it? “A dominant man. Are you a dominant man?” I want to be. What do I do next? Run like a coward or.. or what? What do you do in a situation like this? I move a bit closer and take the ends of her covers. “Lie on your back” I say to her. Obediently, she does so. a quiet “yes sir” comes out of her normally strong and confident mouth. As I move the covers upwards, covering her chest, I can see a look of disappointment on her face. She starts to speak but I cut her off “I didn’t say you could speak, I told you to lie on your back.” With her body fully covered I kneel at the side of the bed. I move my hands along the edge of the covers to roughly where I remembered where her chest was. Looking her in the eyes, I slide my hand under the covers, along the bedsheet and touch her arm. “Put your hand above your head on the pillow.” I tell her. She does so without saying a word. “Good girl” I say as my hand touches the side of her body. My fingers slide across her smooth skin sideways before moving up her site to her breast. Two fingers move across her skin until they touch her nipple. She smiles and licks her lips. My two fingers are joined by my thumb. They squeeze the nipple; they twist the nipple, her eyes are now closed; they push the nipple flat and into the breast. They relax and the nipple becomes erect; not as hard as my erection but it is a wonderfully stimulating experience for me. My hand moves more to cover the whole of her breast; squeezing, caressing, teasing. My mouth wants to get involved but not quite yet. I have plans for that soon enough. As this is going on my other hand has also slipped under the covers. A bit further down. Further than that. My hand runs over her soft skin just above her knee. It moves up towards the top of the thigh before returning to the knee area. It rotates across the back of the thigh and slides back up the leg. It would be so easy to go right to the top but that’s not the plan, not yet… The hand moves back down to the knee. “So, you control your pain do you?” I start to gently pull on her knee. Pulling it towards me, moving her hips gently apart. “You sure about that?” Looking at her face for signs of disapproval; none were found. I move her leg a bit more and stop. Back to my hand moving up and down the thigh. At the same time my other hand is having a great time with the boob nearest me. It is getting squeezed hard, the nipple is getting pulled, squeezed and twisted to my fingers delight. My throbbing manhood is doing its best to escape my trousers. Meanwhile my other hand leaves her knee, slides up the inside of her thigh, all the way to the top. I can feel her hair. I want to move my hand up and stroke it, to run my fingers through it, to feel the heat of her skin as my fingers tease her but instead I take two fingers and move her lips apart before pushing them in as far as I can go. She is very wet. So much so that when I move my fingers out I immediately put a third one in. Her hips move in response to this and her other hand comes down to meet mine “put that hand above your head on the pillow now” I say in a quiet but forceful manner. As her hand moves upwards I have a change of mind. ” I pull my fingers out of her and let go of her breasts. She looks surprised. I lick the juices off my three fingers and pull the covers down to her waist line. I really want to see her beautiful pubes but not yet… So close but not quite yet. I tell her to play with her breasts the same way I was. As she does this I strip naked. My cock is almost dancing with the pulsing and throbbing blood going through its veins. Holding it in my hands, gently stroking it I say “Where will this go first?” She starts to speak but I cut her off “You have no say in this at all. My cock, my decisions”She is still playing with her breasts. At this particular point she has both nipples being squeezed as if she is trying to milk them. I pull the covers off her so she is like me, completely naked and exposed. Fuck me! what a stunning body. I can almost feel my balls bursting with anticipation. I go to the bottom of the bed and take her by her ankles. I pull them apart to the full width of the bed. What a stunning site. I can see her lips wet from the earlier poking, her hairy muff calling out for my head to be buried in it. Her chest is rising and falling as she takes in heavy breaths, wondering what I will do next. I see her leggings on the floor and pick them up. I get onto the bed, straddling her at her hips. I move up the bed, her chest the perfect resting place for my balls. I am so tempted to stick my cock in her mouth but that’s not why I am here just now. I tie one end of the leggings round her wrist, weave it through the metal bedframe and tie the other end to her other hand. Ok, she can’t play with herself anymore but I’ve moved onto something else now. Tied by the wrists to the bed I start to move back down. As I do so I lean down and kiss her. Strange that I have done all this but not kissed yet. kırklareli escort My tongue goes deep in her mouth and she responds with equal passion. What was supposed to be a quick kiss lingers as we do it again and again. I decide that’s enough and start to move away. Her head is still in my hands as I go and kiss her breasts. I start on the one I hadn’t groped as I thought it might be feeling left out. Kissing, licking, sucking. Such a wonderful sensation. As I do this I move my body further down the bed; closer to her hips, closer and closer. I stop kissing her breasts and I look down. My cock is level with her pussy. Nothing Is happening. No touching, kissing, licking, nothing. “Put it in” she says. “I didn’t say you could talk!” I responded. My hands stroke her thighs. They stroke her lips. They touch her clit; boy does that get a response! I stop. I look at her face, “Fuck me” she says. I slid two fingers from one hand into her pussy deep and fast. As they come out, two fingers from my other hand go in. Fast and hard. “I told you no talking”. I then slide in the third finger from each hand. “it hurts” she whispers. “Please use your cock” Am I doing too much? have I overstepped it all. “No cock yet. do you want me to stop with the fingers?” I asked. “no, pain is good but I want cock” I stop with my fingers. I Look at her from her pussy up to her tied hands. As my eyes move up and down so does my hands. They feel her thighs, her waist line, her breasts, her arms, her hands. As I lean over her, I kiss her gently, my cock is resting on her clit and I, slowly and gently, start to rub my cock across her. “yes” she whispers, “please, yes!” I kiss her ears, her neck, nose, eyes and back to her mouth. All the time my cock is stroking her clit. I stop kissing and sit upright, taking a pillow from behind her head. “I need to do this properly” I say quietly. I move down the bed a bit more and notice that when I move her hips she seems to be experiencing pain. I ask her and she says it hurts but she can cope. I lift her hips and slide the pillow underneath her. I hold her just behind her knees, raising them off the bed. Looking down at her she is so vulnerable, legs spread, hands tied, lips open and waiting for me. I really want to do so much more but my cock wants to get its fun. I shuffle closer and see that the movement causes her pain. My balls are next to her lips and I push her legs closer together so her ankles almost touch which seems to ease her pain. As I do this, I put my cock right inside her. One single, long , hard push and it is all the way in. I hold it there just for a second or two. Pull it back to the edge and push it right back in. Warm, wet and wonderful!!! I want to see what I am doing so I move her legs apart. Possibly too much as she lets out a yelp of pain. I give a couple of more hard thrusts, watching my cock keep her lips apart. Gorgeous wide spread of her legs as my cock rides her fantastic pussy. I push hard and see her chest bouncing back and forward with each thrust of my cock. “Stop, stop, stop!” She is in tears so I stop immediately. “Hurts too much when I am wide” I close her kegs straight away an take out my cock. “Sorry” she says. As I move off the bed I say “Don’t be, let me show you why I am a bum man!” I get her to roll over onto her front which isn’t easy with her hands tied but she manages it. Hands stretched out in front of her but with her body arched, smooth soft skin from her back all the way to her bum is covered in sweat as I kneel over her. I wonder if she has ever done this before and decide that if she hasn’t then she will tell me. I ask if she is in pain and she says not yet… My cock is already wet from being inside her so I decide that the best way forward, for me, is to just go for it. Not very technical but her stunning behind is up in the air and I am leaning over her with a cock that wants her. I lean over her, my body resting against so much of hers. Legs touching, arms around her waist, I was trying for the breasts but her own arms are tucked in here, I kiss her neck and whisper “This is why I am a bum man”. As if by instinct my cock was already waiting, knocking at the door before acting like a set of well used anal beads and pushed its way inside her. As with her pussy, it was one long deep push that got me in. All the way in. So much so that there was no gap at all between us. “Look at me” I said. She turned her head and as I caught her eye I slid my cock back out, rimmed her a little and thrust it right back in while never taking my eyes away from hers. After a few of these she looked away and I looked down at the stunning site of my cock spreading her ass so wide. I would take my cock out to see this gaping hole staring back at me. It wasn’t long before my balls got their wish and I came inside her bum. “What about me?” she said. “Don’t worry, still a long time before I leave” I said as I rolled her back onto her back. This time the legs were parted with a lot more care and consideration. I started at the bottom of her thighs and, like my hands earlier, I gradually worked my way up to the top. This time it was all the work of the tongue. No fingers, no cock, just lots of licking and gentle probing. It wasn’t long before she came. It wasn’t loud but it was a long orgasm. The licking eventually stopped when she closed her legs and told me it was enough. Of course, by this point my cock was in its second wind and, well, I did have my captive audience…

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