I have not written a #fantasy post in months, but this one is for a special follower who has been with me for over a year. I hope it makes your day better as you read this. So, Miss Columbus Ohio, I wanted to do a little special post for you since I know things have been rough this past six months in your world plus you are just cool as fuck. This is my way of saying, this one’s for you.
“Somebody just freed up”, she tells herself.
Always strapped down by a dipshit husband before, aching to release her submissive side out to a real Dom, she knows the future now looks bright for one sexy ass black woman from the Buckeye State, suddenly finding herself on the market.
“It’s been a long time now since I did this ‘dating shit’, and this time around I am going to be selective. I’d rather wait for a real Dom who can handle me, instead of a douche who can’t.”
This mantra has been repeated a million times over in her head, but now the reality of dating is setting in, and like any normal person, she hates the fucking idea.
“Ugh. Where to even look? Bars? Gimme a fucking break. I am better than that shit.”
“The internet? What, OKCupid and Match? Ugh. Fuck! Could this suck any more? Truth is – I don’t even need a D/s relationship right now. I could just go for a decent fuck.”
“Work? Nah. Fuck that. Never work.”
“Well…hold on. Wait a minute.”
“There is a guy who isn’t half bad. He is recently divorced too. I wonder if he is…nah, never mind that thought. Never at work.”
She decides to choose the OKCupid route and wouldn’t you know it, after a couple nights looking on there, his profile pops up. What struck her most was his subtle use of words that tipped her off that he was into a D/s kink.
Subtle and not so subtle things, like describing himself as a wolf, saying he is used to being in a dominant role in a relationship, and valuing traditional roles. Most people would think the dude was a weirdo but to the submissive women out there, it was loud and clear, and he didn’t want any other type of woman, so he really didn’t give a fuck if it turned away the vanilla girls.
Monday morning comes and wouldn’t you know it, she decides to showcase her ‘assets’ a little more than usual. Big breasts pressing into a blouse built for a girl with a cup size much smaller than her, she lies to herself and says “well, I like this shirt and I hardly ever wear it”. There is a good reason why she never wears it since it doesn’t really fit her up top.
Subconsciously drawing attention everywhere, she ignores it all from the other men and the angry stares from women, and in hindsight, she didn’t overtly mean to do it, but she got his attention nonetheless.
Ohio State football is like a religion in Columbus and this Monday happened to be the one after they embarrassed the Michigan Wolverines yet once again, so the entire office couldn’t be happier.
They ran into each other in the break room, and he asked how her weekend was, and she doesn’t know what the fuck she was thinking but they talked a little, and somehow she mentioned her recent divorce, referring to her ex as a “fake Dom”, as she laughed and walked away.
The message was loud and clear – she is submissive.
Now he knew what kind of woman he was dealing with – a submissive one – his mind was racing.
He couldn’t think of another thing all day. Every meeting he attended for the rest of the day, he was but a zombie, unable to have a thought independent of her, knowing there is a hot ass recently single submissive woman in his office.
By 3 pm, he started putting two and two together.
“Why would she say ‘Dom’? It is like she knew I am a Dom. How would she know? I never talked about that at work to anyone. Ever. What the fuck? How?”
Then it hits him.
Match? PlentyOfFish? OKCupid? He shuts his door and starts pouring through the internet sites he has a profile on. Before you know it, he spots her on one, and just like her, something comes over him and he says, “Fuck it, and fires her off a message.”
In less than 60 seconds, her phone is in her hands and he is watching from across the room to see if she sees it. As soon as she does, he makes a quick exit and then comes up with a lame reason to swing by later.
An hour passes, he sends her a company email, asking her a simple question that was way too out of the ordinary considering they hardly interact on most days. He said, “End of the month. Are you staying late to wrap up invoicing? I’ll be here, in case you are.”
Immediately she is flushed, nervous, and beginning to get soaked between her legs, but she doesn’t want to appear too easy, so she waits and waits and waits, doing nothing with the email, and instead just decides to stay late and see what happens. She can’t bring herself to leave out of curiosity alone.
5:50 pm rolls by and everyone else is gone, so he builds up the balls to stop by and see if she is in her office, and stumbles through a very simple sentence to try and initial some conversation, saying “Ah. So, you dec-i-did-did to stay late after.”
He thinks to himself, “Oh my god, I sound like an idiot. ‘So, you decided-did to stay late – after’. Who talks like that? What the fuck?”
She would have shot water out her nose laughing at him if she was drinking something. Her laugh was infectious, sexy as hell, and it broke the ice and allowed him to finally let his guard down.
As she turned around, the blouse that was buttoned earlier was noticeably opened up, allowing her breasts to breath, sending a message loud and clear to him – “if you really are a fucking ‘Dom’, then come and take me. Don’t ask. Don’t say a word. Don’t even hint that you are asking. Just fucking take me!”
Immediately, he moved in on her without any words exchanged after her initial laugh, and he kissed her with an intense raw passion that shook her to her core, making her wetter than she had been in years within the first few minutes under his dominion.
He essentially ripped her clothes off without tearing them.
“Goddamn you are gorgeous”, he couldn’t hold back and said audibly.
This praise alone made her feel a sense of want – a sense of desire – that she had forgotten existed. This old emotion of yesteryear lost from the years being loyal to her dickhead ex who never valued her and made her feel this sense of want.
“Damn. That felt nice to hear,” she thought.
“I am giving this man all of me, right here, right now,” she told herself, as their kinetic connection was as if they were destined to find each other.
“He is going to feel my heat. My passion. My rawest alpha submissive presence”.
Topless from the violent disrobing that preceded, she dropped to her knees, pushed him down, carefully avoiding sending the message that she is topping from the bottom, pulled his cock out to find a pleasant surprise of a man much larger than she was expecting.
She was never a size queen but can’t help getting a little giddy at the fact that this gorgeous cock will be all hers for a while.
She takes him in and he moans in elation and she gets even wetter when she realizes he is more vocal than any man she has ever had, which always turned her on in porn, but somehow escaped her in life.
Tasting his precum, she decides to allow him to feel her gorgeous huge tits that she knows he has been staring at all day, reducing him to a beast with the mental capacity akin to a single-celled organism.
Completely in simpleton-mode, he is raw and lost in her feminine beauty as his dick is pressed between her tits, unable to see which way is up or down. A master’s degree business manager converted into a moron, all from the likes of her essence.
She sees him staring at her ass as she moves around – correction – her ‘booty’, and she knows this poor white boy has probably had limited experience with a woman as blessed as the likes of her.
She told herself – she is giving all of herself to him – so she does.
She puts on a show for him, bending over and wiggling and she knows he is fucking lost in her. Bouncing up against him, she has totally lost sight of the D/s part of this when he yanks her hair and shoves his cock deep inside her.
“Fuuucck,” she screams. “Fuck! Goddamn!”
Slapping her ass hard and driving the head of his dick right into her cervix with force, she feels the Dom begin to emerge, claiming her through the way he starts to take her pussy and own it.
Shoving her onto the desk with no regard for her safety, his dick never leaves her and he keeps pummeling her until she begins to cum for the first time.
She knows he has a lot of life left in him before he cums and she quickly ponders if she will have multiple orgasms. “It’s been years since I had more than one. I wonder if…”
And right then her first orgasm starts to really take hold of her, knees bending inward and thighs shaking, losing all sense of reality and just closing her eyes to feel what has to be the more powerful orgasm she can remember. His dick still inside her and connecting with her G spot on the way to her cervix with each thrust, she is completely losing all sense of control.
Lost. That is the only word that makes sense.
She is just completely lost yet found right now.
Flipping her around again, always violently positioning her body, she rolls with the aggression and she knows this anger is the only way that would ever feel right in the first place.
Bent over, beating her O spot and bringing a new sensation to her and within the first 60 seconds, another orgasm floods her from head to toe, seemingly lasting an eternity.
He is slapping the ass that is staring back at him to the point she knows she will end up with marks tomorrow and she starts to feel what she always read about, wondering if this endorphin rush is the onset of a subspace that she always yearned to feel.
He talks filthy to her and all the times he calls her names is just one more thing she once thought she’d never like but somehow at the moment is seeing that it feels so fucking right.
Tossing her back up on the desk, rubbing her clit and shoving his cock deep inside her while fucking her from behind her, she cums hard immediately a clitoral orgasm, and just cannot maintain herself any longer.
Then another comes from inside that must have been only a minute later. Then another.
“Holy fucking shit”, she thinks. “Is that five? Six?”
Wiped out like never before.
He stands up, squeezes her neck, looks her right in the eyes and says nothing with his words, yet everything with his eyes.
She knows it is her time to worship his cock. To show her gratitude. To be her whole, submissive self.
He looks at her as if it is expected.
She doesn’t want to disappoint a man she is dying to call “Daddy”, but since they have hardly even exchanged words, she says “Yes, Sir.”
She gets butterflies by just uttering the word “Sir” to the man who just fucked the life out of her.
She grabs his cock that is soaked with her pussy flavor and starts sucking it clean, stroking it, and staring him right in the eyes without blinking.
“Put it where you want it, Sir. Anywhere you want it.”
Saying this makes her even more flushed.
He is coming to boil and she sees it. Just then, she feels the pulse generated from his balls and shaft, and then her mouth is met with his cum and he moans in his vocal way she has quickly come to ache for.
She spills a little on purpose all over her lips and takes most of him in, loving his flavor like she has never loved a man’s seed.
He looks down at her. Pets her head in complete adoration for this unbelievably sexy woman with his cum in and all over her mouth.
He keeps petting her head, and she feels like a good pet, aching for some words of confirmation for her first truly good submissive experience, and then he says some two words that seal the deal for her.