Natalie walks into the club without worrying about her outfit. Wearing her little white tank top and her short plaid skirt is just fine for her. Her black converse contrast against the many pairs of heels that move across the floor.
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She tosses her long brown hair over her delicate shoulders. She might be thin and ‘gangly’ to some, but she knows she’s got plenty of muscle and can handle more than others would think. She’s proven that by playing lacrosse, soccer, and gymnastics.
As she takes off her oversized sunglasses, she reveals a nose ring and two piercings in her eyebrow. She walks towards the back of the club, to the more fetishy section without a care in the world. She doesn’t look at anyone, doesn’t lower her head, doesn’t slow down. She’s a force of nature and proves it with every sure step she takes.
It doesn’t go unnoticed either. One guy has been waiting to find the right person. He knows this is a kink club and while he came with his friends, told them it was supposed to a great place to meet girls, he’s been looking for something different.
His friends are the type who like to be in charge in every situation and he lets them think he’s in that boat, but seeing this woman walk in like she owns the club with converse, not heels on her feet does something to him. She radiates a special kind of power, something so intense that she doesn’t need to wear a leather bodysuit or have thick-heeled, knee-high boots. She has the attitude and something about seeing her in well-worn converse turns him on.
His throat bobs as he glances towards where his friends are flirting, then towards the back of the club where plenty of kinks are up for grabs. He nibbles his bottom lip, thinks about how she stalked forward in those converse and gets up, ready to follow wherever she’ll lead, if she lets him.
He’s been considering trying out being submissive for a while, but he never saw anyone who seemed his speed before now. Now, looking at her, he can’t imagine where she’s been his whole life.
Natalie sits at a table and crosses her legs, unworried and unbothered. She made her entrance, now she just has to see if the fish bite and if she’ll get to have any fun tonight. Any proper sub will recognize her for who she is and that means they’ll come running to her. She doesn’t have to lift a finger.
Speaking of – she thinks- her nails could use a trim. She looks them over before someone clears their throat in front of her table. Her eyes flick up to the blonde man standing in front of her. He’s muscular, bigger than she’s used to in most subs, especially considering how ‘petite’ she’s considered. She looks him over slowly.
“Yes?” She finally asks.
“I, um, I’m not quite sure how to do this?” he says, his words tipping up at the end like it’s a question.
She leans forward. “That depends on what you’re trying to do. A name and a reason you walked over is generally a good way to start any conversation.”
“I’m Brad,” he introduces. “I um … would like to try being submissive.”
“And?”
“And your converse and walk got me excited, hopeful. I’d like the chance to be … to be submissive for you,” he answers.
All those muscles and he’s eager to have control taken from him. Interesting. Natalie cocks her head to the side, then kicks the chair in front of her away from the table. “Sit.”
He obeys without question. She arches her eyebrow. “You should thank me for my kindness, Brad.”
“Thank you, mistress,” he replies immediately.
He could be promising, Natalie thinks to herself. She puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin on her palm, looking him over again. “And how do you want to test out being submissive? Having me tell you how to jerk off? Following my instructions no matter how dirty? There are a lot of ways for a man to submit and I’d hate to push limits.”
“I don’t know my limits because I haven’t tried this, mistress. I’d like to try,” he says softly.
“Then we’ll start off simply, right here,” she answers.
He glances around right away. They’re the only two in this back area of the club right now, but it’s not like they’re in a private room. His throat bobs. “Someone could see.”
“Is that a hard limit?” She asks, her eyebrow lifting.
“Yes, mistress,” he answers slowly.
She smiles, takes the strawberries she ordered and takes Brad’s hand, dragging him to the first available room. Kink clubs always have private areas and this one is no different. She shuts the door behind him and motions to a chair. “Sit.”
He obeys again. “Thank you, mistress.”
She sits on the floor and rubs the toe of her convers up and down his shin. He shivers as his eyes dart around.
“Don’t get ideas looking around the room. Right now, I’m just going to feel you out. I can’t do that with your pants still on, now can I?” Natalie asks.
He immediately undoes his pants and boxers before sitting back down. She looks over his rather impressive cock. He’s already hard. He blushes and swallows as she takes her time looking him over.
“Alright, Brad, this is what you’re going to do to be a good boy for me today,” she says, hearing his soft groan before she continues. “You’re going to follow my instructions to jerk off, then you’re going to taste yourself.”
He blinks at her stupidly.
She rolls her eyes. “Most girls do it just out of curiosity, so it’s not a big deal to taste yourself. I need you to prove you have the makings of a good submissive and this is how you do it to get me as your Mistress. You can walk away at any time by saying ‘red’.”
“But if I walk away, you won’t be my mistress?” he guesses.
“That’s correct. You don’t always get everything you want,” she answers before pulling out a strawberry and eating it slowly, making sure Brad can see how her lips wrap around the strawberry, how she sucks, and making sure he hears her soft moan as the strawberry juice rolls across her tongue.
He swallows and his cock tightens. “I’ll do it, Mistress.”
She chews, swallows, and smiles. “Good boy.”
He grips the sides of the chair instead of his straining, twitching cock. She rests one of her converse on his knee. “Be a good boy and stroke your shaft – only your shaft. You’re going to follow the pace I set with my shoe, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he rasps.
Natalie slowly draws the toe of her other converse up and down his shin, through his jeans and he follows, not touching the head, even though it’s obvious he wants to. He swallows hard as she eats another strawberry, taking her time, spreading her legs a little wider so he can see her thighs and slowly increasing the pace of her shoe up and down his leg.
She stops just below his knee and his hand freezes, almost touching the head of his cock. He’s panting, red, almost shaking. She smiles. “Now you only get to touch the tip of your cock. Lick your palm and circle your hand around the head while smoothing your thumb over the tip.”
Brad tremble. “Yes, Mistress.”
“That’s a good boy,” she croons as he obeys, licking and spitting into his palm before using his hand on the nearly purple head of his cock.
He’s so backed up. She knows he wants to come. She’s sure if she gave him the option to finish himself right now, he’d take less than a minute, but he’ll beg to finish himself before she lets him.
“Such a good boy for me and good boys get rewards, so keep obeying like the needy, eager sub you are,” she continues.
He moans, hips bucking, but his hand remains only around the head of his cock, rubbing his saliva and pre-cum over the top as his fingers squeeze and circle the sides. She nods and licks over her bottom lip. “Does my good boy like obeying?”
“Yes, Mistress. It feels so good to obey,” he moans.
“That’s right. And that’s why you’re going to keep obeying no matter what I say, right?” She asks, giving him a mocking pout.
Brad loves this. He’s so used to girls fawning over him, so used to always being the one in control that this switch is freeing. He loves not having to think. He just has to obey and a woman less than half his size wearing converse of all things, taking control of him without even touching him is so hot that he’s panting and groaning as if this is his first time jacking off. He’s never felt anything so intense, potent, overwhelming.
His head almost falls back, but then she puts more weight on the converse that’s been sitting on his knee. He groans and opens his eyes, meeting her intense, deep gaze. She sneers. “I didn’t give you permission to come. I certainly didn’t give you permission to look away from me.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he replies quickly.
“Slow down as punishment and you only get to touch your cock. Show me how good you can be after being so naughty,” she orders, her voice unforgiving.
Brad obeys every order she gives, when she orders him to slow down until it’s nearly torture, when she orders him to speed up and only tap the very tip of his cock with his fingers, when she tells him to massage his balls because he’s going to come soon.
He can barely take it. It’s pure pleasure being under her thumb and he wants more. So much more. “Please, Mistress, I want to be your loyal sub.”
“Of course you do. You’re a big strong jock who’s always told yes, aren’t you?” She asks. “It’s good for you to be told no, to be ordered to wait, to have to do what someone else wants to get any kind of release.”
“Yes, Mistress. It’s so good.”
“And you deserve to wait for your satisfaction. I’m sure you’ve been a naughty greedy boy away from me, haven’t you?” She demands.
“Yes, Mistress,” he groans, massaging his balls as they tighten in his hand. Her eyes flick between his cock and his face.
“You don’t get to come without permission. You have to ask and wait for a yes, do you understand me, my pitiful little boy?” She growls.
“Yes, yes, Mistress,” he groans.
“Tell me what you want to be,” she orders.
“Your good boy,” he pants, his face red, sweat dewing on his body as he tries to resist the temptation to come.
“That’s right. Stop touching your cock and lift your shirt over your head. I don’t want you making a mess,” Mistress orders.
He obeys without question, showing off his sweat-slicked pecs and abs. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Such a good boy,” she croons. “Now you’re going to show me how you jerk off. Show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking of having a dominatrix like me tell you what to do.”
Brad doesn’t think twice. He obeys.
Natalie watches both his hands as they work over his cock. He uses one on the head and the other on the shaft, moving them quickly. She can hear the slick sounds of his saliva lubricating his skin. She bites her bottom lip as she watches.
“Are you close, baby boy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groans. “I’m so close for you.”
“And I bet you’re used to coming whenever you want, aren’t you? You don’t have to have permission, you just let it go,” she hums.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.
“No today. It’s my choice how, when, and where you come, do you understand me?” She demands sharply.
Instead of whining, he moans. His head almost falls back, but his eyes stay on hers. He’s a fast learner. It’s a good thing. She smiles in approval. “I spoke to you.”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand. I’ll wait until you tell me where and how and … and when,” Brad answers.
“Look at my good boy. I don’t even have to punish you to make you obey. You’re so eager for it. I bet you’d do whatever I said to get off for me, wouldn’t you?” She asks as his abs contract.
“Yes, yes, Mistress,” he groans.
“Spit on your dick. Keep it nice and moist,” she orders.
He hesitates, she arches her eyebrow, and he obeys. She nods in approval as he continues jerking himself off. He moans. “Please let me come, mistress! I’m so close.”
“Why should I let you?” She asks, looking at her nails again. “Just because you want to? That’s not a good enough reason. I’m sure you can come up with something better.”
“I’ve been a good boy. I’ve followed every instruction. I want to follow every instruction, Mistress,” he answers.
“That’s because you’re a needy little sub who’s eager to impress,” she dismisses. “I decide when you get to come and when you’ve earned it.”
She makes him wait another five minutes, telling him “no” every time he asks until his face is red, his lips are parted and he’s nearly crying, hardly touching himself with the restraint he’s showing. Natalie’s impressed. Most subs can’t manage to hold out the first time around.
She grabs the strawberry bowl and sets it on the floor between his feet before spreading her legs wide, so he can see her thin black panties. Brad makes a needy, whimpering sound and she smiles.
“You have to count down from five and then you can come. You’re going to come on the strawberries and only the strawberries. If you don’t, this will be the last time you see me. Tell me you understand, sub,” she orders.
“I understand,” he answers. “I understand, Mistress.
She lazily trails her fingers over her thighs. “Start counting.”
“Ten,” he pants, eyes on her. “Nine,” her fingers skim the edge of her panties and he grunts. “Eight.” She strokes over her panties, teasing him thoroughly until his eyes are half crazed. “Seven.” She shows how flexible she is, doing a split in front of him and licking her lips. “Six.”
“You’re going to love the strawberries. They’re so fresh.”
“Five.”
“And you’re going to eat them glazed in your come,” she promises. “You’ll love the combination of flavors. Salty and sweet.”
“Four,” his voice hitches up and his lips part before he tightens his jaw.
“Don’t stop now. You’re almost there,” she orders.
“Three.”
“Don’t be naughty now. You’re so close to being a good boy,” she insists.
“Two,” he grits out through his teeth.
“Yes,” she encourages.
“One,” he moans.
“Come now, good boy, right on the strawberries,” she orders.
He points his cock at them and empties himself with a deep moan. The pleasure racing through him is only taken higher by her praise. The fact he had to work so hard to be allowed to come, the fact that he had to rely on her letting him come, all of it makes this more than pleasure, it’s a victory.
As ropes of his cum fall across the strawberries, he realizes the next part of the session. Her words actually sink into him. He’s going to have to eat the strawberries? That little bit of humiliation jerks more fluid from him and, because he doesn’t want to upset his mistress despite what’s waiting for him, he makes sure that every drop of his cum falls into the bowl of strawberries.
Mistress smiles approvingly, her red lips turning up. She pushes the bowl closer to him. “Eat.”
He pants. He doesn’t really want to. He’s never wanted to taste himself before. But the expectation and order are in the air. He doesn’t want to hear that he’s a bad boy. He doesn’t want her to walk away.
“You have to eat it while I watch, no sneaking any while my eyes are turned. I want to see your lips shine with your own cum,” she says in a husky, sexy voice that courses through him.
He pants, trembles, then slowly picks up a strawberry that’s drizzled with his cum. He swallows, tries not to think about what he’s doing, and takes a bite. He can definitely taste how salty his cum is, but then the sweetness of the strawberry softens it.
If Brad doesn’t think about what he’s eating, it’s easy. They’re just glazed strawberries. He gets through one and reaches for another, but Mistress looks away to retie her shoe. So he waits and can’t distract himself.
He’s eating and enjoying the taste of his cum on strawberries. It’s twisted, dirty, so wrong. His friends would make fun of him for it. They’d never let him live it down. His cheeks flush in embarrassment, but then Mistress’s eyes are on him again.
“Look at my good boy, following instructions so well. Keep eating. I know it tastes good. Salty and sweet always does,” he encourages. “If you let girls taste you, shouldn’t you know what they’re getting?”
“Yes, mistress,” he agrees softly.
Slowly, but surely, he eats the strawberries. He takes his time, chewing them and watching his mistress as she licks her lips and tells him what a good boy he is, how this is long overdue, how next time she’ll make him cum in a shot glass and if he spills even a drop, he’ll have to lick it up off the floor before doing the shot himself.
All of her dirty talk makes him hard all over again, despite the fact that he’d be mocked for liking this, doing this, the whole encounter.
When he finishes, she inspects the bowl and narrows her eyes. She runs her finger over it, showing more of his own cum. She holds it up. “You forgot some. I told you to have every drop. You’re going to lick the bowl and then you better suck my finger clean before any drops onto the floor.”
“Yes, mistress!”
He hurries to obey and Natalie smirks. He is an eager little sub. She can already see herself having plenty of fun with him in the future. She knows just how to give him what he needs. Once he finishes licking the bowl, red strawberry juice rubbed on his nose, cheeks, and chin, he looks at her finger.
“May I suck your finger, Mistress?” He asks.
“Good boy. Suck it hard, don’t miss a single drop,” she orders.
He doesn’t, he licks her finger, licks the bead of cum rolling over the back of her hand, makes sure to be thorough. It actually turns her on a little seeing him obey so thoroughly. She knows he’s hard again, that he could probably do this all over and fill the bowl, but once is enough.
She helps him clean up, redress, then leads him back to where they met. He watches her expectantly and she crosses her converse on the table. “I’m here every Thursday night. Same time. Be a good boy and meet me here next week.”
“Yes, mistress,” he promises, still standing.
“You’re a very good boy, Brad. You’re dismissed for tonight,” she says gently. “But you’re not allowed to come again until next week.”
She sees the slight smile at the corner of his lip and knows he’ll behave.
Not bad for a normally slow night.
