The Submissive Domme Pt. 04

I had never been more turned on and waited expectantly for his next command and the ensuing sex.

"Actually, we've done enough training for today. Now it's your turn to take the wheel," he said breezily.

"Wh-Whaat?" I stammered, looking up hesitantly. I was met by his eyes. There was no hint of a reprimand for looking at him.

"Yes, I showed you how to be dominant. Now let's see you try."

Deep down, I knew this was what he wanted, but I'd hoped he might have changed his mind after last night, or at least put it off. I hesitated. I recognized the look on his face. He was trying to hide his disappointment. I tried to channel my inner bitch, not knowing how else to get in character.

"Alright then, get over here and massage my legs," I shouted a little too loudly. Jack immediately got down on his knees and began to massage my quads. I flexed them a little and tried to suppress the thought that they were too small. Sensing that I was uncomfortable, he tried to help.

"God, your legs are hard. They feel so big." It was as if he read my mind. Or maybe he was giving me ideas of what to say.

"You know, they are! You're lucky I let you touch them. I'm the one who worked out so long and hard, while you stayed at home reading the newspaper and lazing around the house."

That seemed to excite him. Surprised and a little encouraged, I made my next demand. "Now take your pants off." He quickly pulled his jeans and underwear off and I saw his long, hard cock. I could practically taste it, I wanted it in my mouth so badly. I had thoughts of getting down on my hands and knees and sucking him... but no; I was supposed to be the dominant one.

"Good boy. Now take off your shirt. If I'm the dominant one, I can wear what I like, and you are to be naked." He immediately complied. Now what? Should I spank him or tell him to kiss my feet? Why is it so hard?

"Now get on the bed." It felt like a lame demand, but I couldn't think of anything else. At least I could try to have sex with him, but much of the heat had been replaced by the anxiety of not knowing what to do.

"Yes, my queen," he whispered. "All the better to feel your muscles."

I stripped off my pants and straddled him. Flexing my biceps, I caressed it's peak gently, glancing down to see how he was responding. His eyes were half-closed but laser-focused on my arm. He wet his lips as his breath came quickly.

"Now that I'm stronger than you are, you have to do what I say." It rang hollow, and I immediately felt embarrassed to have to resort to lies. How could I dominate him when he was so much stronger than I was? My flex faltered. I licked the peak of my biceps, lingering in the slight valley in the middle. He groaned in response.

"Oh yes," slipped quietly from his lips.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." I continued to flex and then began second-guessing myself. Here I was trying to turn him on. It didn't feel like domination.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not very good at this."

"Can't you tell how turned on I am? Your body is amazing." Again, he gave me hints of what to say. "I can see how much stronger you have gotten."

"I have gotten stronger. I love to use the 45s at the gym every chance I get," I said, squeezing him with my legs. I grabbed both of his hands and pressed them over his head against the pillows.

He pushed back gently, feigning that he couldn't move. "That's right, you weakling, held down by a woman." I removed my hands, and he left his arms above his head. I wet my fingers and touched my nipples, slowly grinding my hips against his.

Realizing I'd lost my confidence, I looked down and smiled. I didn't want to admit defeat, but it was written all over my face, in my body language.

His eyes softened to their normal look. He smiled slightly, trying to hide his distinct disappointment and I felt his cock soften. I rolled off him and we lay in silence, his hand absently stroking my hair.

"It's okay. It will come."

"Yeah," I responded, managing to hit noncommittal rather than negative.

"Let's go to a movie and try it again another time." He let me off the hook so easily, it almost made it harder.

I winked at him, trying to stay positive. "Yes, Master."

His eye roll was so full of good humor that I breathed a sigh of relief.

Crisis averted... until next time.