We’ve worked together for years and always got on, in a purely professional, platonic way... but over lockdown we found ourselves getting flirty over emails and Zoom calls.
We were both a bit bored and lonely, the screens between us somehow making us more confident.
“So what are you into?” The text popped up one Saturday night. The first purely flirty contact we’d had, no pretence of work anymore. He was moving things up a gear and I liked it, but the question itself sent me into a panic!
What am I into? I don’t know! How do I answer without sounding boring and putting him off before we’ve even started?
Deflecting back to him, I asked, “What are you into? What would you like to do to me?”
“I want to dominate you!”.
Two days later I found myself walking into his house for the first time. I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect. We’d talked briefly about boundaries, but even that conversation was new and scary to me, I hadn’t ever really pushed my boundaries to test where they lay.
We stood for a moment, looking at each other as if for the first time, taking each other in through our new non-platonic eyes. I liked what I saw. He leaned in and kissed me gently, and then bit my lip hard.
We separated and he barked: “Take your clothes off.”
Obediently, I started to strip. I felt a little silly, but also turned on and intrigued as to what was going to happen next.
“Stand facing the wall.” I stood there, completely naked, hands high up pressing into the wall, arching my back to push my ass out for him. He was still fully dressed, I couldn’t see him, but could feel his eyes all over me. It was delicious torture not knowing what was going to happen next.
He stroked my hair before gathering it together and using it to pull my head around to the side to kiss me and whisper in my ear: “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
The rest of the world slipped away and I was completely there in the moment, spellbound. Delightfully vulnerable, but felt utterly safe with him too, enjoying being told what to do.
He instructed me and I compliantly got on all fours on the bed, looking out of the window at the rolling green fields, a mass of trees and wildflowers in the garden. He spanked me, getting slightly harder each time, checking for my reactions. There was something so beautifully inappropriate about being spanked whilst looking at that view, the sun shining on my face.
“Lie on your back with your hands above your head,” came the next command. I did as I was told and looked up into his eyes, imploring him to fuck me at last.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked as if reading my mind.
“Yes!” I replied eagerly.
“Beg me.”
“Please, please fuck me. I want you so bad. Please!” I implored him.
Now he finally undressed and revealed his big hard cock. A pleasant arrival. He held my arms above my head in his big strong hands as he fucked me, then moved a hand to my throat as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. e stroked me gently, touching every single inch of my skin with his tongue and fingers to prolong my orgasm even further, his gentle touch all the more alluring after the hard, rough sex.
I followed his every instruction that afternoon without hesitation. There was no performance anxiety, because I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted when he wanted it.
Generally, I like to think of myself as a confident, independent, empowered woman. Compliance and obedience don’t really come into the picture in my everyday life. But relinquishing control to him, seeing him so confident and powerful was such a turn on. Following his instructions made me feel sexy and desired, irresistible. I felt powerful in my vulnerability.
Next time someone asks what I’m into or what my boundaries are I’ll have a proper answer.
Next time with him we might try some rope play. And next time we have a work meeting Zoom? It’ll be strange, but we were both so different that afternoon it was almost like we were other people entirely.
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