Saturday Night, Sunday Morning – Submissive Dates a Dominant Master
by Shauna O’Dorothy (Adult Friend Finder)
I had an aluminum box-clip board with my detailed directions from online maps. I did not want to get lost. I was driving down the highway south that I had taken to teach drawing classes in the past, so I felt comfortable in the setting summer sunlight on Route 93 South. I was listening to a CD of the Argentinian band ‘Soda Sterno’ — and thought of the singer who was in fell into a coma one night after a concert when he was fifty years old, and then lived that way for four more years and died. Requiescat in pace et in amore. So, I must enjoy myself while I may….
I found the twisty, turny road a little confusing, but…then I’d come to a street name that was on my list. I found his development and drove over the three speed bumps he told me about. Then, into the parking space for guests — a dog barked from and open upstairs window, and a woman glared at me through a screen door across the drive as I walked to the path. Well, I was a ‘visitor’ that’s were my friend said to park. I saw the door number, and pushed the bell. After a moment the door opened.
“You’re early,” he said, eyes opened wide.
I shrugged. “Sorry, I guess I planned for an hour drive. What time is it?” I stepped inside. He had a big house and I could see a large screen in a room with a couch. “I can dress. Do you have to take a shower?” I could see he was in a t-shirt, and sweat pants. “I can sit and wait on the couch,” I volunteered.
“You can change in the upstairs bedroom,” he lead me up the stairs.
I was nervous, but excited. I had found the place, and met the man. He did not ask me to leave, even as I came to the door with a dress shirt, tie, black jeans and a baseball hat. My long hair was hidden in a bun. He had asked on the phone if I wanted to come in the door without him seeing me in ‘civilian’ street clothes. I could ‘dress’ and he would only see me ‘en fem.’ I said, no. I wanted to shake his hand and look him in the eye when I crossed his threshold into his home.
There I was in the bedroom unpacking my backpack and dressing like a girl. I had black panties, a black bra, black thigh high stockings, a danceskin with a scoop neck, red heels, and a black skirt. I had even grabbed a black cape – to be goth. I had some sunglasses I stuck in my neckline. I went down the stairs with my male clothes in my backpack, and my high shoes in my hand so I wouldn’t stumble in the dark, and on the rug. I went to the large living room with the huge screen showing two women feeling each other. Some ethereal music was playing.
I could hear the shower. I looked through my purse for some lipstick – I had to look carefully in the light for the red. I do have some green lipstick I got for dressing like a witch at Halloween. I looked around for a mirror. I didn’t see one, so, I just put the lipstick on carefully in the middle, and then kissed my lips together. The Master had said on the phone he wanted me to wear lipstick. So, I did.
He came through the hall past the raised dinning area with a large table and a laptop at the end. He had on a white bathrobe, and his glasses. He was in his bare feet, and taller than me – he wrote that he was six feet two. I’m a little five foot five. A tall Master, and a little sub.
“So, are you ready to begin?” he asked me.
I was balancing with my arms out near the window and an end table in the thick carpet.
“Yes,” I said enthusiastically. I wanted to do this. I had the cape and swirled it around me and stepped past him to the step up to the dinning room, with a doorway. I could cross that threshold.
“So,” he said seriously. “You know I don’t want to do anything degrading, or humiliating, or painful.”
“Yeah, I’m ready to be submissive, but, I don’t want to be insulted, or told I don’t look to good, or …..” I trailed off.
“I won’t do anything like that, ” he said reassuringly. I was taller standing on the step, and with my heals, so I was looking in his eyes. He was honest. He had blonde hair cut short on the sides with a little combed up in waves on top. He had glasses, but I could see his blue eyes. He had a nice square shape to his clean shaved face, and was fairly in shape. I liked him.
The room was inviting. There was a large couch, with a desk and chair behind. That’s were I put my backpack. I left my disc of soft Spanish Classical Guitar in my bag. He had on good music. The windows along the back wall had long blinds, maybe it was a sliding glass door to a patio, or something. The center was the very large video screen, with just videos of women together. The sound system was very good.
So I stepped down to begin our play in his living room arena.
“Stand over here,” he pointed near the end of the couch near the window, “facing away from me.” He took off the bathrobe and stood there in skimpy underpants. “Take off the cape, that’s not going to work.”
I walked over to where he told me to stand and faced the windows in the dim light. There were a few lamps around the room, but everything seem to be turned low. The television provided a flicker. I untied the long black cape, and flung it dramatically over the back of the couch. I stood expectantly, curious about what he wanted to do, but calm, because, he was running the show. I was an actor, and he was the director.
He was behind me and lifted up my skirt and felt my behind.
“You will only speak when spoken to. You will address me as ‘Sir.’ Is that clear?” he said calmly. His voice was pleasant.
“Yes, Sir,” I said obediently. At least I wouldn’t have to struggle to come up with things to keep the conversation going. I looked at the long blinds as blue lights flashed from the video screen. The music was a kind of strange ‘house’ rhythm with sexual overtones. I felt relaxed, but excited.
He turned toward the video screen.
“Stand right behind me,” he said.
He was taller than me, even if I had on five inch high heels.
He reached up to the back of his neck.
“I want you to start licking here, and go all the way down my spin, to the bottom.”
I thought I knew where this was going. My tongue was heading for his ass. I was the humiliated submissive. But, that’s why I came. So, I started licking slowly down his spin. I did feel sensuous, and stimulated. My hands were gently holding onto his sides so I wouldn’t fall off my heels. I got down to the bottom and the elastic string of the skimpy thong he had on.
“Now, lick my cheeks.”
I licked along one side of his ass cheek, and then over to the other. Back and forth, each time a little closer to the center, and the thong string elastic.
“Lick in the middle”
I pulled the string aside and slide my tongue deeper between his ass cheeks and felt the soft tissue. I was licking his asshole. I was a submissive bottom on my knees dressed like a woman and kissing my Masters behind. I felt a little humiliated. But, not much. Who was I hurting? No one. This was between me and him, and for a little while, at least to begin with. We were playing. So what. He had just taken a shower.
He was facing the video screen, watching the girls wiggle and play. He moan a few times. I closed my eyes and licked away. When he pushed back, I stuck my tongue in more. To myself I said, “In for a penny, in for a pound.”
We seemed to do it for a while. I started to just concentrate, and stop thinking about other things, and got into the physical feeling. My Master made approving sounds and told me it felt good. I felt proud. I was a good little sub, who could bring pleasure. I was a submissive ass licker for my gently dominant Master. I felt comfortable.
He turned around and presented me with his cock in a thong or cod piece, or whatever. I went to touch to pull it off.
“No,” he said firmly. “Not yet. Lick my thighs.”
So, I licked either side of his thighs, my tongue brushing along the sparse hair, and my mouth brushing agaisnt the fabric of the prick in the underwear as I went back and forth. It was hanging down heavily. I had not seen his prick yet. Only in pictures.
He pulled his cock out, and took the underwear off stepping from one foot to the other on the rug, his prick dangling inches from my face. I was on my knees, and he stood before me and moved his prick to my lips. The moment of truth. I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue to just touch the tip. Electricity. What a feeling.
His prick liked me, and was dangling down, growing. I put my lips around the mushroom head and licked around and around and around. He moaned. Master liked it. I was a good submissive cocksucker. I love giving pleasure.
Back and forth, fast and slow, in and out. I loved seeing his prick up close. I liked cupping his balls with one hand and holding the base of his cock tightly in the other hand while sucking the head. I know enough to simply always keep my teeth covered with my lips while putting a prick in my mouth. The ‘secret’ to pleasant oral sex with a man.
He sat down on the couch with his legs spread and his prick sticking in the air. I sat between his legs. I sucked some more. Up and down, side to side. Lots of action. For a long time I was slliding up and down. His hard prick felt so smooth an warm, and alive. I loved the feeling of sucking him, and hearing him make apporving sounds. He had his hands across his chest, and didn’t push my head down, or guide me. He did tell me to do things.
His long legs were stretched out on either side of me as I was on my hands and knees with his hard erection stuck in my mouth. He reached over and got a bottle of oil and put it on his prick, and put some on my hands. He wanted me to squeeze him tight and play with it for a while. So, I did. Up and down, slip and slide. His prick glistened.
“Now take the head in your mouth,” he told me. So, I took the prick in my mouth while squeezing and jerking the shaft hard.
“Harder!” he said.
“Yes, Sir!” I stroked hard and licked around the head and felt a salty taste. My Master was coming in my mouth. I felt like a sucesful cocksucker. With the intensity of his orgasm he suddenly froze.
“Stop!” he said. I still held his dick in my hand, but very gently eased off pressure. I didn’t move. I let him enjoy the moment. Seconds passed. Was it a minute. He opened his eyes.
“That was so good. Thank you.”
“You welcome, Master.”
I was so happy to please. I stood up and straightened out my clothes. I took off my high heels and stepped back. I sensed the ‘scene’ had ended.
“Shows over Synergy,” I said.
“What’s that?” he was going to the computer at the dinning room table as I put my shoes in my back pack.
“The line is from an old ‘girls’ cartoon – ‘Jem’ were a plain girl used a sophisticated computer to project holograms. When her transformation was over Jem would say, ‘Shows over synergy.’ I liked the realistic drawings and backgrounds.”
I was packing my back, and taking my girl clothes off. I was back in my black jeans.
He called from the dinning room table. “I found some Jem videos on Youtube. They also say there is going to be a movie.” I could hear the Jem theme song playing from the laptop. “Jem…is truly outrageous….No one else is the same, Jem is my name.”
Our session was over, so I could be my chatterbox self again. He said we should get together again, and that we had each other’s phone number, and email. I liked being with him, and, I think he liked being with me. I dressed in my ‘male’ neutral clothes, but couldn’t find my clip on tie buried in the bottom of my back pack. I put my flat shoes on, and shock his hand, and was out in my car in the cool night air.
I was glad we had a successful ‘date.’ I drove home happily thinking about what we had done, and how I had been a submissive CD bottom without any problems. I had my music on again, and was thinking of the man I had just pleased. I wanted to do that again. I knew I’d have sweet dreams.