She wants to dom him (+20 Suspicion)

As Hannah considered what to do, conflicted between her need and her fear of scaring Ashton away. She wanted to dominate a man. It had been so long, and even with her casual flings before it was not something she could always do. But Ashton himself said he would do anything, didn’t he? And the way he treated her, so cute, so shy… She wanted to dom him specifically. To see his reactions, as she toyed with him. She needed it. Caution be damned, she needed it.

“Alright, how about we do this then,” she suggested, trying her best to look calm and confident. “We do what you asked, no taking your shirt off and no sex… And in exchange? You do what I tell you. You obey my every command. And you let me do whatever I want with you.”

She wrapped an arm around him and kissed his neck as she spoke, teasing him, and she felt him shiver as she spoke. His expression was one of nervous excitement.

“You mean, like a BDSM thing?” He asked.

“No ropes.” She smiled. “Not tonight, at least.” She leaned closer and whispered into his ear, “don’t worry, I’ll go slow…” Before nibbling softly on his ear. She did not even break the skin, but he still yelped and flinched back. But he was smiling back as he looked at her.

“I’ve never done this,” he confessed.

“First time for everything,” she replied. He looked so helpless in that moment that it took all her self-control not to push him down and begin forcefully kissing him. Her internal monologue went only, ‘please say yes please say yes please say yes…’

“I guess you are more experienced than me.” His voice was quiet, and she saw a moment of self-doubt in his face, or maybe shame? And she feared this would make him back off. But then, tentatively, he smiled. “Alright then. You lead,” he said at last.

She grinned, her heart thundering in her chest, and kissed him before whispering, “thank you!”

They shared a tender moment as she celebrated her victory, and she let it last as she mentally readied herself. Entering that dominant headspace took some effort, and it was essential for what was to come. She breathed in and out, steadying herself. She was in control. She was in power. Her needs came first. She repeated those words to herself, and they felt truer every second.

Then she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Ashton, her boyfriend. No. Her toy. For now, he was only a toy, something for her to use.

“Alright,” she said while getting up from the couch. He started to get up too, but she pushed him back down while she stood up. She was now standing above him, looking down on him. “The safeword is ‘cupcake’. If you or I use that word, it means we want it to stop. To really stop. No second guessing, we both stop immediately. Anything else… And we’ll keep going. You understand?”

“A safeword…” He nodded.

“Yes.” She nodded. “Repeat it. The word, just once. So I know you remember it.”

“... Cupcake.”

She patted his head, then ran her fingers through his hair. “Good boy,” she whispered. “From now on, you will call me mistress. And you will do as you’re told, won’t you… Boy?” She settled on ‘boy’ for now. There might be time for more hardcore degradation later, she had to keep reminding herself to start small. Baby steps.

“Yes.”

She grabbed his chin and squeezed, not hard but firmly, and looked down at him with a fierce expression. “Yes… What? Aren’t you forgetting the right way to address me?”

His eyes widened and his voice was quieter as he replied, “Yes… Mistress.”

The way he looked up at her, so cute and meek, nervous and excited. It flared her desire tenfold. And without bothering to hold back she grabbed both his wrists and splayed them apart before straddling and kissing him aggressively. She pinned him against the couch and pushed her body against his as she licked his lips and her tongue danced around his.

“Good boy,” she gasped, smiling. “Bad boys get punished… But good boys deserve a reward instead.” And she got back up and took a step back, hands on her hips, enjoying that moment of power. “Now… Take off your pants.”

He nodded and started to get up again, only for her to push him back down. She then emphasized her power by using one arm to keep him sitting on the couch as she lifted one foot and placed it carefully between his legs. She was careful not to put her full weight on it, but she was still rewarded with a gasp, and he squirmed involuntarily.

“I didn’t tell you to get up,” she said. “So take your pants off but don’t get off this couch. Underwear too. I want your bottom half completely naked, do you understand you silly boy?”

He licked his lips nervously but nodded back. She smiled and removed her foot before walking away. She took unhurried steps to her bedroom, where slowly looked for a bottle of lube she had. When she found it she returned to the living room, with equally slow and deliberate steps.

There, sitting on the couch, was Ashton. His lower half was naked, exposed to the air and she noticed with approval that his cock was already hard. It was a normal dick in all aspects, nothing extraordinary…{if Porn Star = True}She had worn strap-ons much bigger than him… And she wondered for a moment how he would feel if he saw her wearing one, lubing it up as she readied it to penetrate his cute, pert ass…

“Hug your knees now while lying down on the couch,” she ordered, and he obeyed, giving her a good look at his asshole. It was puckered and perfectly cute, just as she imagined it would be.{endif}{if Hardcore Party Girl = True}Unlike her clit, which was so much bigger than other girls. This had helped trigger her competitive side, and she felt a surge of pride as she idly rubbed her panties and felt her clit under them, already hard too. Just like Ashton. “I see someone’s excited…” She teased him, and smiled. “So am I.”

It was time. Time to show him her clit.{endif}{if Hotwife = True}She still felt an urge to belittle him, to mock his size or pretend to be disgusted by it. To make him beg for her approval, and tease him with it until he was at her feet. God, she loved feeling dominant. Instead all she said was, ‘aww, that’s cute,’ as she smiled at his erect cock.{endif} And she smiled as she walked towards him, bottle of lube in hand.