art-of-domination: “I can keep you wet all the time.” She laughed. He was always so brash and confid
art-of-domination: “I can keep you wet all the time.” She laughed. He was always so brash and confident. Sometimes seemingly full of himself. Too much so. She decided today she would push back a little. “No, you can’t. I don’t think that’s true.” “Oh really?” His voice on the other end was covered with cynicism. “You don’t think so?” “Nope.” She was cool, dismissive in her response. As if he could do it whenever he wanted. She knew better. He didn’t have that much control over her. “Want to bet?” “Sure.” She delighted in being able to win this little tete a tete. “Good. Here’s the deal. After work, we’ll meet at the coffee house on Union. Sit at one of the stools facing the outside so I can see you when I arrive. You wore panty hose today, right?” “Mhm, I did. You saw me, remember?” She was enjoying pushing his buttons. “I did see you. If you’re wet when I get there, you’ll pull your panty hose down and let them sit right around your ankles. So I know when I get there that you’re a wet needy slut, and that you need to be fucked and used hard tonight.” His voice had moved into that low throaty growl, that growl that made her tremble. She could feel her arousal building as he spoke but she maintained her composure. “Mhm. And what if I win?” “If you win, you’re in charge of my orgasms tonight. You can tease, play, stroke all to your heart’s content. And I don’t get to cum unless you say so.” She smiled. She had often fantasized about having control for just one night. She had talked about it with him. Teasing him about it. Telling him how she’d make him wait. Her teasing usually ended up with her pinned down underneath him, a result she took much pleasure in anyway. But she wondered what it would be like. “And if you win?” “Well, sweetheart if I win, you’ll pull those pantyhose down right there. You’ll sit in the window with them down to your ankles and wait for me, letting me know what a wet little slut you are. And then when I get there, you’ll go to the bathroom and take off your panties. And then the rest I’ll tell you later. Deal?” “Deal.” She knew she would win this. Knew that she could keep her mind on other things. He would be hers tonight. She would make sure she’d be at her best. Teasing, lingerie. Hell, maybe she’d even tie him up for a change. Ride him till he would burst. She smiled devilishly as she thought about it. “Good, I’ll see you at 6:00. You’ll be there about 5:30, correct?” “Yes. See you there. Be ready to pay up.” One final little poke at the bear. She smiled as she hung up. She squirmed with excitement waiting for the day to end. The appointed hour finally came and she made her way to the coffee house, sitting on one of the stools as per their agreement. She wasn’t the slightest bit aroused thinking at that point. She didn’t even understand the point of this. Did he think simply telling her she’d be wet would make her so? She sipped her coffee, anticipating his arrival. Maybe this was his way of letting her have control for one night. Fulfilling her fantasy. As she was finishing her thought, her phone rang. It was him. It was 5:55. “Hi, you almost here?” “I’m walking over. I didn’t finish telling you what happens if I win.” “Mm, true, you didn’t. Though it likely not matters.” “Well, let me tell you anyway. After you pull your sopping panties off for me, and your panty hose, you’re going to push this nice vibrator inside that tight little cunt of yours. You’ll secure it in there and then you’ll come back to the counter here and hand me both of them. You’ll see that I have an app on my phone just for that vibrator. I’ll be taking you to dinner and a movie. You will keep your panties off and enjoy me teasing and pleasuring you all fucking night. Are you listening?” His voice now was growling, snarling, low and throaty. She could feel her body reacting to him, not able to control her thoughts as she imagined the rest of the day. She felt the dull ache. The moistness growing. “Yes, Sir. I’m listening.” “Not such a fucking tough girl now, are we? Because after I work you over in public and make it so you can barely fucking feel your legs, I’m going to keep that vibe inside you and strip you naked. And then I’m going to tie you down on the bed with that ass high in the air and that filled cunt of yours staring back at me. And I’m going to make sure I hear you beg. Moan. I’m going to make you buck and bray like a wild animal. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll never ever doubt when and where I can make you wet. Because I can do it anywhere. Anytime. Whenever the fuck I want. Am I clear?” “Yes, Sir.” Her voice as low. Submissive. Yielding to him. The bet was over. She was soaked. She knew it. He knew it. “Good. Pull those pantyhose down. Now. I’ll be there in ten minutes. You sit in your own juices and think about the rest of your night.” “Yes, Sir.” She looked around and then slid them down her thighs. Letting them bunch around her ankles. She felt her face flushing as passerbys walked past the shop. She swore one or two did a double take and looked at her, a mix of confusion and arousal on their faces. Finally, she saw him approaching, his eyes already locked on her, his smile evil and delicious. She smiled embarrassingly as he approached, the pantyhose her white flag, her surrender. He came in and kissed her on the lips, handing her the vibrator. “Anytime……anywhere, sweetheart.” She blushed as his tongue glanced off her ear. “Yes, Sir.” “Go to the bathroom.”, he said handing her the vibrator. “Follow your instructions.” His eyes were firmly on her. “Yes, Sir.” The rest of their night played out as he promised. She never doubted his ability again. She knew what he could do and that he could do it as he pleased. Anytime. Anywhere. -- source link