Balance out the dynamic (corruption route)

Stacey is clearly ready for you to do anything to her, but you aren’t quite sure what that means. You’ve had sex plenty of times, and while you’d tried some power play before, this is a clear step up. Sure, it’s fun being on top, but this is the big leagues now. How are you supposed to match the needs of a submissive **** when you’ve never played as more than a light dominant?

The answer is obvious: you’re not. A different version of you will have to take over.

“Stac- er, ****,” you say, holding out the marker. “Let’s make this fair. I want you to write on me what kind of dom or master you want, whoever can best give you the fucking you deserve.”

She looks up at you, adorably horny with her soft eyes and needy expression. It’s a good look on her. She takes the marker and chews her lip as she thinks. “Yes, master. I’ll make you the perfect master to serve.”

Stacey raises the marker, pauses to reconsider, then starts writing on your left hip. Her flowy handwriting scrawls out the PERFECT DESERVING DOMINANT MASTER and she finishes with a flourish, underlining the words.

Like stepping through a fog, the change washes over you. It’s subtle, and if you weren’t ready for it, it might have been unnoticeable, but there’s signs. You’re suddenly more aware of your posture and your voice, and you know how to use them to project power. Your head is filled with knowledge of discipline and restraints and tools of pleasure. There’s a new tightness and strength in your muscles, belying years of experience with sexual domination and control.

Most importantly, you know that you deserve submission and obedience, and there’s your girlfriend a **** right in front of you absolutely begging for you to take her.

“Did- did I get it right, master?” the **** asks.

A lesser dominant would grab her and throw her to the bed, tiring themselves out in enforcing her submission, but not you. You know that a good submissive will do the work for you with the right set of instructions.

“****,” you say, placing a firm hand on her cheek, “well done. It feels so good to be obedient for me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, master.” The **** nuzzles into your hand, eyes fluttering in what you know is submissive bliss.

“You’re going to obey more, aren’t you. You’ll do anything I command.”

“Yes, master. Anything that you command.”

“Do you want to be commanded, ****?”

“D-desperately, master. All I want is for you to order me and command me and tell me and take me and-mmph”

You press a thumb to her lips to silence her. “That was a yes or no question, slut.” You pull her pretty little lips apart and push your thumb in, and she begins to suck on it. “You’re eager, but undisciplined and inexperienced. If you want the pleasure, no, the honor of my cock, you have to earn it.”

She looks at you with those big eyes of hers, and mumbles around your finger “Yeth, mather.”

You slip your thumb from her mouth. “Tell me that you’ll earn it.”

“Yes master. I’ll earn your cock, master.”