Submitting to Her (12 page)

There had been Eliza Reeves in first year of
college, the first girl who had ever worn proper lingerie for me,
and the first and only girl prior to Zoey who had ever actively
asked me to go down on her. God, how hot had she been? She hadn't
the prettiest girl in the world, but so sexy and curvaceous in
stockings and suspenders and all that lace, showing off the kind of
outfits that couldn't be anything other than clothes specially
picked out for sex.

Helena, a redhead I met in my first real job,
selling classified ads for a newspaper before that whole part of
the industry was shut down by Craigslist. She'd had the dirtiest
mouth of any woman I'd ever met, and while she had never dominated
me, her running commentary whenever we screwed had made me harder
than any girl before, and told me exactly what kind of things got
her going, which had ultimately served to ensure she came at the
end as well as I did.

I even recalled a one night stand with a girl
called Rita that happened at some point when I was 26 or 27,
because that particular night we didn't have a condom, and she
hadn't been in the mood to go down on me. I'd spent that night
tonguing the alphabet over her clit until she'd rolled over and
gone to sleep. The experience had been memorable, although at the
time I'd been seriously disappointed not to go the distance with
her.

Perhaps I had now re-engineered my memory in
the light of my new-found obsession, but the fact was those few
encounters had certainly lodged in my head out rather than the
countless others had simply faded into the ether. If I'd only
recognized at the time what was going on, and why it had been so
hot.

When I thought about it, I'd been waiting for
Zoey all my life.

Where did it all go wrong? I suppose as I
matured, moved away from home and found the confidence to actively
pursue the opposite sex, like many men I took the line of least
resistance - going for the girls who literally threw themselves at
me. Hey, if they were pretty, why wouldn't I go for them?

Only, with almost all of them the fires of
desire were quickly quelled. Even though the sex might be
distracting for the first night or so, it quickly became routine,
even with a string of different women.

Looking back, it's easy to get depressed that
there was nearly a decade of my life that was essentially wasted as
I never got to truly appreciate the women I had been with. Sure,
now I can see how selfish I was at the time, but until Zoey came
along there was really nothing to help steer me in the right
direction - the vast majority of those girls did not want to show
me how to satisfy them properly. Maybe they didn't know how,
either.

But it doesn't help anyone to have regrets.
At least I discovered my tastes eventually - some people live a
lifetime without finding out.

I'd heard about the whole dominatrix thing
back in college, of course - I wasn't a complete innocent. Like
many people, I thought domination and submission was all about
freaky whips and chains, medieval torture equipment and so on, all
pain and horrific debasing humiliation. I didn't see that there
could be different shades of power within a relationship, that
there might be a particular level of female authority that would
hit the sweet spot for me.

And sweet it definitely turned out to be - to
have a sexy, empowered female become my own personal goddess.

Our own relationship did not always maintain
the same power balance, either. It's worth noting that sometimes
Zoey would be in more of a mood for equality, or decided to reward
me with a little time off from the sterner side of her authority.
She could be incredibly soft and almost demure at times, sweet like
candy, playful, flirty. Other times she'd be strong and put me
firmly in my place.

The denial of orgasm was strangely important
to our fledgling relationship - it was a long, long time where she
did not allow me release. It wasn't always easy for me, though I
feel it was a help in keeping me motivated to tend to Zoey as she
deserved.

In fact, the way in which Zoey controlled my
access to her made our relationship seem strangely like the first
times I'd been with a woman - uncertain as to what I'd be allowed,
constantly hopeful she'd let me take the next step, and always
finding that the biggest reward of all was Zoey's happiness.

Yet just as I was getting used to this new
form of relationship, it became clear that Zoey herself was yet to
discover her own sweet spot in the whole spectrum of the power
balance.

I was about to discover just how dangerous it
could be if the balance shifted completely out of my comfort
zone.

Zoey emailed just before lunch one day,
calling me into her office. She said RJS had suddenly pushed
everything forwards a week, and that we were to give a full
presentation of our proposal first thing the following morning.

Philadelphia wasn't far, but instead of
driving up there at the butt crack of dawn, my boss wanted us to go
that afternoon, staying overnight in a hotel so we were completely
fresh when meeting with the execs from the software firm.

I was instructed to polish up our proposal
ready for the presentation - a fair amount of work, actually, since
I usually left the final push on a pitch until the last few days so
that I was fully immersed in the details when I gave the
presentation.

"You have two hours to put everything
together - the PowerPoint, the handouts, and so on. I know you're
extremely familiar with the client. Once you're done, we'll drive
up there - is that clear?"

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."

"If you're on time, then you'll be rewarded.
A minute late, and you will not. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma’am."

I felt a little giddy, actually, at her use
of the word "reward", not to mention the plan for us to stay
overnight in a hotel. Would we have one room or two? The company
would no doubt book two, for the sake of appearances if nothing
else.

She dismissed me, and I scurried out of her
office, the next couple of hours becoming perhaps one of the most
intensive work periods of my career thus far, as I essentially
postponed the team's lunch break to set all hands on deck.

We were done, with the best possible proposal
we could muster in such a short period, with five minutes to
spare.

"Excellent," Zoey said, not bothering to
examine the goods, simply standing up to usher me out of the
office.

She thanked those members of our team who had
not yet rushed off to get their late lunch as we ventured through
the office towards the elevators. I wondered if any of the other
members of staff might have a clue at what was happening between
Zoey Schoenberg and myself.

In the car I began to brief Zoey on the final
RJS proposal and its context even as I was still driving out of the
parking lot - detailing the market in which it operated, and the
various elements of our proposal to promote their brand in our
portfolio of magazines.

The briefing continued as we passed the
beltway and, off and on, all the way up the I-95. I was careful not
to speak unless she asked me a question, respecting the rule when
the two of us were alone together, but those questions kept coming,
even as we headed through Delaware, past Wilmington and then on
towards the South Philadelphia suburbs and into the heart of the
city.

My final points were made as we stepped out
in the little courtyard in front of the Sheraton down by the end of
North 2nd St, checked in, and rode the elevator to find our rooms.
As I had suspected, we had two separate rooms, but as we came to
our adjoining doors, she wasn't simply going to invite me to share
her room - I would be based in my own space.

"Excellent, Jones," she said regarding my
briefing as she opened the door to her room. "I think you've earned
your reward."

"Thank you, Ma’am." I was shaking. God, I
needed release.

"We'll open the door connecting our rooms,
and then I want you to take a shower and come to my room. You won't
need any clothes. Got that?"

"Yes, Ms Schoenberg."

Keeping calm was no easy matter when I felt
like I had some kind of amphetamines flowing through my veins. We
unlocked the doors to open up our two rooms, and then yours truly
took the quickest shower ever.

Then, I dutifully arrived in Zoey
Schoenberg's hotel room, naked as the day I was born.

Zoey was lying curled up on the bed waiting
for me as I ventured inside her suite. She was wearing nothing but
a pair of uncharacteristically bright neon pink panties and a
matching bra, along with a hungry-looking expression, her glasses
sitting on the bedside table. She was breathtaking - every curve
presented in such a way as to drive a man crazy.

"I'm going to be nice to you, Jones," she
said, her voice softer than usual, making me wonder if she wasn't
in the mood for a little 'Ordinary Mode' loving. "I appreciate the
work you've put in for this presentation."

"Thank you Ma’am."

"Come here," she ordered me.

I walked forward, my cock appearing to grow
harder with every step, influenced no doubt by her near-nudity,
that little bra and panty set, which seemed somehow too girly for
her new dominant persona, making me suspect she had elements to her
character I was yet to fathom.

She patted the bed next to her, and I climbed
on board, crawling my way up to my appointed position.

"Lie down, on your back, so I can get a good
look at you," she said.

I did as she asked, and she began to stroke
my chest, then my whole body, checking out the firmness of my
muscles, the texture of my skin, and finally a most attentive
examination of my hard cock. Prodding me and poking me as though
performing a medical.

"You have a nice cock, Jones," she said. "I
think it's one of my favorites."

"Thank you, Ma’am."

She lay between my legs, and caught me quite
by surprise by ducking down to slip the tip of my cock inside her
mouth as she gripped it firmly by the base.

I groaned long and hard at the intense heat
that enveloped my swollen helmet. She sank down on my shaft, and
after so long with zero activity, I worried I was going to erupt in
her mouth any minute.

By no small miracle I held it together until
she withdrew.

"You'd better not come until I tell you,
Jones."

"No, Ma’am."

She flicked her long brown hair out of her
face, and sank down on my cock once again, her lips stretching
around my shaft, her hand squeezing the base while she alternately
sucked, licked and bobbed up and down on my hardness, the heat and
wetness of her mouth holding the very real threat of taking me over
the edge, risking me failing to comply with her order.

"Feel good?" she asked, her lips smacking as
she briefly withdrew from me.

I could only groan, and she smiled broadly at
my inability to express myself beyond a caveman noise. Pumping me,
licking me, shaking her silky cocoa hair over my skin as she sucked
the end of my swollen manhood, I wondered if she wasn't trying to
set me off, doing her best to make me break her rule. I had to try
to hold on, though - she had not consented to my release.

I'd been insanely good at sticking to her
rules so far in our relationship - I suddenly wondered, was she
disappointed I wasn't giving her more opportunities to punish
me?

Somehow I held on, and now she lifted herself
up on all fours, and I sat up to meet her kiss, placing my hands
gently around her head to suck on those sweet lips, sharing a short
but affectionate kiss.

"Back to work, Jones," she said softly,
playfully, sitting up in my lap and slipping one strap of her bra
over her shoulder, her expression clearly indicating what she
wanted.

I slipped the other strap down, to reveal her
beautiful breasts, so prominent, so begging to be sucked. I took
one of her stiff pink nipples into my mouth, breathing in the scent
of her perfume and her skin as I swirled my tongue around over her
soft flesh.

"Oh, that's nice," she moaned softly,
reaching behind herself to remove the neon pink bra completely,
allowing me to kiss all the way around her breasts, the top of her
stomach and tease those hard little nipples with my hot mouth.

But she stopped me, pushed me back on the
bed, and between my legs now managed to slip off her panties,
leaving her breathtakingly naked.

"You know, Jones, I used to have a crush on
you?" she said, kneeling up again, as I pushed myself up to kiss
her stomach, my hands reaching around to caress her bare
behind.

"No, I didn't, Ma’am."

She pushed me firmly down again, placing her
hands firmly on my upper chest as she now straddled my stomach, and
then continued to move up my body, placing her left knee beside my
head, her right foot beside my bicep so that her exquisite pussy
now arrived over my mouth. It was already glistening with her
juices, and I could detect the musk of her arousal before she even
touched down onto my eager lips.

"I did everything I could to get you to
notice me," she said. "But you were so dedicated, so professional -
you completely ignored me."

I trailed my tongue through her slippery
folds, tasting her wonderful tangy juices, and she began to stir
her hips as I lapped at her tender lips.

"I thought I was too young for you - but guys
don't normally mind that too much, do they?" she said, and I could
see she was massaging her breasts as I sucked her clit into my
mouth.

"Funny how things turn out, huh?" she
asked.

"Yes, Ma’am," I said, before I was stifled by
her pressing down on my face a little harder, grinding her pussy
against my mouth.