Please Dominate me

Ch 1. Caught red handed

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This is my first story so feedback is appreciated! Chapters are being added as I write them :)

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Amberly panted as she ran her right hand down the inside of her thighs gently.

Ah!- She moaned, quickly placing her left hand over her mouth. She didn't want her girlfriend waking up, or more specifically, seeing her in this state. Luckily, Katie was a deep sleeper and wouldn't likely wake up anytime soon. It was 5 AM after all.

Her toes curled, the 24-year-old writhing from the gentle sensation. A small bead of sweat trickled down from her forehead. Normally she would have flicked it off, she hated sweat. But she was... distracted.

Amberly was desperate. An hour of masturbation had left her a whimpering panting mess, slick with sweat and horny as hell. But she just couldn't seem to come. It went the same way each time. Her hand would rub fast along her girlcock, leaving her moaning. She would reach a peak, a point where she could feel the sensation building into a climax... and then it would stop. More accurately, she would stop.

First, she had tried lying on her back. That had always worked before, and it felt right... until the sensation from her girlcock suddenly died, leaving her whimpering.

She had next tried turning on her right side, bucking her hips into increasingly desperate hand pumps from her left hand. That should have surely pushed her over the edge, right? Using her non-dominant hand as something she wasn't used to? She had edged closer to climax, hips bucking harder and harder against her hand movements. And then...

Cramp. A full cramp in her left hand. She tried desperately to continue. She had been so, so close. But her hand couldn't grip tightly enough. She moaned softly as the climax drifted away from her once again, ever desperate for release.

This time was different. This time she was going to come. She would come. She had to. She had turned over on her left side to face Katie, observing the 25-year-old girl's pretty blond hair, which had fallen over her naked shoulders. Katie always slept flat with her chest against the bed. Amberly so wished Katie would have slept on her side tonight. The sight of Katie's full breasts really did things to her body.

She felt strands of her own long black hair plastered to the right of her face, stuck there from sweat. She didn't care. She needed release. Desperately.

Amberly started to slowly increase the pace of her right hand between her legs, letting out a soft moan. She gently applied pressure to the base of her girlcock, gently massaging halfway up her shaft. Just months ago, she had been able to come easily, twice, sometimes 3 times a day.

Then everything changed when she went on hormone replacement therapy. What movements once turned her body on were now just muscle memory, the estrogen coursing through her creating new climactic triggers she had yet to find. Now her high libido felt more like personalised torture than pleasure.

I wish my body would respond to m-Ohhh-f-f-fuck.

Amberly softly moaned as her hand slipped upwards from the base of her shaft. The sensation made her right eye twitch. She bucked her hips into her right hand, gently repeated the movement.

Go slow Amberly, you NEED this to work.

Amberly felt her arms ache as she readjusted herself. She was tired, aroused, and desperate for release. She knew she looked pathetic. Her body twitching and face messy from her desperate repositioning. The whimpers and pants were the worst. She had always known she was a natural submissive, but hadn't realised how much her body's female metamorphoses enhanced those feelings.

What would Katie say, seeing me so painfully aroused?

Amberly delved deeper into her fantasy, the one she felt depraved thinking about. The one she tried to keep hidden. Katie wouldn't understand. Their two years of relatively normal sex before her transition was nothing like this fantasy.

Katie would tell me how pathetic I am, lying in this bed struggling to climax. She'd make me whimper and moan as she stroked her long nails down my body.

Amberly shuddered at the thought.

She would tie my hands behind me so I couldn't touch myself, gently caressing my body. She'd watch as I panted and moaned from her touch.

The fantasy was quickly coming to life in her mind, as Amberly fell deeper under its spell.

God Katie, pin me to the bed and make me scream.

Amberly's hand rubbed faster now.

Tell me how pathetic I am, struggling to get off.

Her hand cupped the top of her shaft and gently rubbed.

Make me your toy, your plaything, your pathetic horny whimpering girlfrien-n-n~ F-fuck y-yes that's gooo-d!

Amberly's eyes rolled into her head as the sensitivity from her girlcock rose. She knew her moans and whimpers were getting louder, but she didn't care. She could barely think. She only wanted release. Amberly's left hand smothered her mouth as she felt herself softly speak her internal thoughts, those words intensifying the experience. Her hips bucked wildly as her fantasy pulled her in.

Pull my hair Katie, tie me up and dominate me. God I want you to dominate me. Make me your slave. Just for you. I'll be a good girl for you, I promise.

The last part sent shockwaves down her spine.

I'll be a good girl, such a good g-girl, for you.

She mouthed the words as she felt her arousal build into climactic ascent. Finally! Her twitching, moaning mess of a body was so close to release. She pressed herself hard against the bed attempting to stop her increasingly violent movements, but it was too late. Her body was in control now, not her mind.

Yes, Yes, YES! I'll be your good girl Katie.

Her toes curled as she felt herself step a little closer to climax.

Please Katie, let me be your good girl.

She felt her orgasm rising fast as she spoke the words. She was so close, not like the last two times. This time it felt real. It couldn't be stopped. It WOULDN'T be stopped. Amberly opened her eyes to look longingly at Katie's strong feminine body, as if urging her fantasy to become real.

What Amberly found instead was a pair of brown eyes staring back at her. Katie's brown eyes.

"Morning" Anne said with a wicked smile, her brown eyes transfixed on Amberly's body. Her gaze felt like that of a huntress. A predator sizing up their prey.

Amberly felt her blood run cold.