Barry’s Story

“So tell me about it,” I said, fingering the edge of my coffee cup and
looking across the table at Barry.  We had met on-line, and I was
interviewing him about his experience with female Dommes.  He was about
five ten, with short, dark hair.  Good-looking.  I wasn’t sure I
understood why he felt the need to play the submissive role.

“Well, my first few times I didn’t know what I was doing.  But then
after a while I started having favorite things to do, so I’d ask for
certain things.”

“Like what?” I tossed my long blonde hair over my shoulder, watching
him watch me, and licked my lips.

“Well, I liked foot worship.  Like, I’d kneel at the woman’s feet if
she was sitting in a chair, and rub her feet, massaging them.  I’d kiss
the arch of her foot, suck on her toes.  I liked looking up at her from
the floor while I rubbed her feet.”

“And what else?”

“I liked being told what to do.  To undress myself, to undress her.  To
kneel and kiss her feet, her breasts, her hands.  Sometimes I’d kneel
for hours, totally rock-hard, just kissing and pleasuring her.”

“Would you come?”

“Eventually, yes.  But it’s all about delay.  Tasting her cunt, licking
her to orgasm while I wait, my cock throbbing.  I don’t mind, I love
eating pussy, and I love being made to wait.  When I finally do come,
it’s that much more intense if I’ve held back for a while.”

“Isn’t it frustrating?”  My pussy was decidedly wet, and I wiggled in
my chair.

“Of course it is.  But that’s the pleasure in it.  To go to the edge
again and again, but never fall over.  Once I was with a woman who
wouldn’t let me come for an entire day.  We started out the morning.  I
bathed her, washed her hair and dried it, cleaned her off, dusted her
body with talcum powder.  I ate her out until she had come like three
times.  I thought maybe she would let me come then, but she didn’t.  I
dressed her, made her breakfast.  She made me walk around naked all
day.  My cock was so hard it was pressing up against my stomach all
day, I never lost my erection.  She read the paper while I rubbed her
feet.

“We spent the whole day together.  I ate her out about once an hour,
used her vibrator on her.  She had so many orgasms I couldn’t even
count.  Every once in a while she’d reach out and touch my cock.  She
had incredibly soft hands, skin like satin.  My cock was so hot and so
hard I thought I would explode, but she’d just stroke my shaft a few
times, then grip the base tightly in her hands so I wouldn’t come.

“By dinnertime, my balls were aching, but I’d never been more turned
on.  I cooked for her, and stood beside her, watching as she ate.  My
cock was bobbing up and down right by her face as I watched her lips
moving over her fork.  I wanted her to suck me so badly.  When she was
finished, she took a sip of wine and then leaned forward and opened her
mouth.  The wine poured over my cock, warm from her mouth.  And just
like that, I came.  Just from the wine touching my skin.  She licked
the wine and the cum off my cock and I was hard again.”

“Do you ever just make love?” I asked, leaning forward, letting my
cleavage peek out of my sweater.  Listening to Barry’s story had made
me incredibly aroused, and I found myself wanting to do these kinds of
things to him.  I crossed my legs, making my skirt move up my thigh,
hoping to entice him.

“Well sure,” he said.  “Later that night, for instance, we watched a
movie together on the couch and we made love for a long long time.  Me
on top, even.”  He smiled and I felt my nipples harden.  “And it was
amazing.  I stayed hard for a long time, and she came even more, though
I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“But what do you prefer?”

“To be dominated by a beautiful woman,” Barry said.

“How do you know a woman would be a good mistress?” I asked.

Barry shrugged.  “Well, take you for instance.  You’re tall,” he said,
looking at my long legs.  He took my hands in his, fingering the long
red nails.  “Sexy.”  He looked into my eyes.  “Confident.”  He leaned
forward and kissed my palm.  “What do you think?”

I licked my lips and smiled at him.  “Your place or mine