#Dominant

Christmas is a pretext for family gatherings, feasting, drinking, and letting loose. The sequence of events shapes the outcome: savoring Christmas Eve is one thing, but reveling in a truly unforgettable night is another. With Lauren, my favorite sister-in-law, younger and with curves that demand attention, we indulged in a night that burned bright, fueled by icy champagne bubbles and the heated pulse of my desire We converged at the family's sprawling lakeside retreat, five families uniting to celebrate, among them Lauren, about 34, with a figure that stops you cold. She's well aware she's the spark of my restless nights - I've made it clear with every glance, every whispered hint at our gatherings. Until that night, my brazen, lustful advances had only earned me polite pecks and hugs constrained by family decorum. Lauren, "Lulu" in our close-knit circle, was especially "spirited" that evening, the champagne's effervescence loosening her usual restraint, softening her sharp wit. It wouldn't have been so tempting if I, the one spinning this tale, hadn't been keenly alert, ready to pounce on any crack in her defenses and claim victory at the first opening. I kept her glass brimming, ensuring her mood stayed high. My attentiveness bore fruit - she began to lean into my suggestive banter, teetering on the edge of propriety, trading sly looks and veiled promises until we brushed against the delicate line of physical intimacy. With the family drowned in champagne's glow, no one noticed - deep into the night, everyone was far merrier than usual. After endless toasts, we scattered across the retreat's grounds - some clutching flutes of sparkling wine, others lighting fireworks, the rest slumped in a haze of food and drink. Far from the music and crackling pyrotechnics, I lounged against a weathered cedar, eyes half-closed, biding my time to advance my relentless pursuit of Lulu. "Hey, Nate! Guess who? " - Soft hands covered my eyes - "Go on... take a shot! ""It's you..." - I pressed my lips to her palm as she stepped in front of me. "Brother-in-law, hiding out here... all by yourself? " she teased, her voice a playful lilt. "Worn out! Too much to drink..." "Ha! That's two of us, then. "With a casual grace, she settled beside me, her head resting on my thigh. I shifted, bending my left leg to cradle her just right. She turned to face me, her fingers grazing my inner thigh, stirring my senses, coaxing my body from its drowsy state into something far more primal - bluntly put, she was waking me up in every way. Her teasing touch hardened me, my arousal growing under her deliberate strokes, while from the cedar's shade we watched the family revel in the night's excess, oblivious to us. Her hand lingered, shaping me through the fabric, each movement deliberate, stoking a fire that threatened to consume us both. "You're flirting with danger... keep it up, and you'll get scorched, " I murmured. "What if I want to burn? " she countered, her eyes glinting with mischief.Her boldness took over. She swung a leg over mine, straddling my thigh, her hand assessing my readiness with a slow, firm grip. I pressed my knee against her core, and she adjusted, aligning herself so the pressure hit perfectly. She rocked against me, her movements a slow grind, as if trying to ignite sparks between us. Her fingers found my zipper, tugging it down, freeing me from the confines of my jeans. She wrapped her hand around me, her touch both commanding and curious, stroking with intent as she hid us beneath the flow of her skirt. No underwear - she'd planned this, guiding me into her warmth as I kept watch, letting her steer this reckless voyage. Her body was a velvet embrace, slick and inviting, enveloping me as she sank down, taking me fully. Her hands braced against my knees, she moved with purpose, each rise and fall a pulse of raw need. Her breath quickened, her skin flushed, her rhythm intensifying as she chased her peak. The setting wasn't ideal - half-hidden by a tree, surrounded by family - but her urgency overrode caution. Her hips ground harder, her gasps sharper, her body slick with desire. She arched, seeking the perfect angle, her nails digging into my thighs as she drove herself faster, deeper, until a shuddering climax tore through her, her muffled cries swallowed by the night. She collapsed against me, trembling, her breath ragged with curses and sighs, surrendering to the aftershocks of her release in my arms. "You stole my moment, " I teased, still hard, unspent. "Got you close, though, didn't I? " she panted. "Give me a sec, and we'll fix that. "She shifted, facing the cedar, hidden from prying eyes. Lifting her skirt, she offered herself again, her stance inviting. Standing, I gripped her hips, angling her just right, and entered her from behind in one fluid thrust. Her warmth gripped me, tight and slick, urging me deeper. Each thrust was a surge of need, her curves swaying to meet me, the risk of discovery sharpening every sensation. Her soft moans mingled with the distant pops of fireworks, her body yielding as I drove harder, faster. The tension from earlier, her teasing, her climax - it all coiled tight, and I unraveled quickly, spilling into her with a low groan, the thrill of our secrecy amplifying the release. We slipped back to the family separately, faces composed, blending into the festive chaos as if nothing had happened. Her husband, too drunk to drive, made it obvious we'd take them home after dropping off my family. I helped settle Mark, half-conscious and reeking of whiskey, into bed, where he promptly passed out, snoring like a chainsaw. Downstairs, Lauren offered coffee. "Black and strong? " she asked, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Or... maybe with some cream? " "Your cream's my preference, " I shot back. "You're insatiable, " she laughed. "I want you again. "That was all it took. Desire roared back, a ravenous beast. I pulled her close, kissing her neck, her skin fever-hot as she led me to the spare room. There, I knelt between her thighs, my tongue tracing her curves, teasing her sensitive core until she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair. I lingered, savoring her taste, her hips bucking as I drew out her first climax, then another, her moans sharp and unrestrained. Four times she came - two from my mouth, two from everything I gave her. Her body, slick and trembling, clenched around me with practiced skill, her energy fading under the weight of pleasure and champagne. Exhausted, she was pliant, unable to resist as I took control. I flipped her onto her stomach, her curves raised high, feeding my urge to dominate. She played at defiance, but her sighs betrayed her thrill at being tamed, each sharp spank on her skin drawing a gasp of delight. The air grew thick, urgent. I entered her again, her tightness gripping me as I moved with raw intensity. Her moans urged me on, but I had another target in mind. Sliding out, I pressed against her tighter entrance, feeling her tense, then yield. She pushed back, then pulled away, testing me. A firm spank stilled her, another anchored her in place. I felt untamed, driven by a primal need. Her resistance only fueled me, each thrust deeper, harder, her gasps blending pleasure and a hint of pain. I gripped her hips, her hair, losing myself in the rhythm, the heat, the power of claiming her fully. Her cries grew frantic, mingling with pleas to stop and whimpers for more. Time warped - endless for her, a fleeting storm for me. My hands marked her skin, my teeth grazed her shoulder, until the pressure built beyond control. I came hard, a torrent inside her, her own release echoing mine in a symphony of shared intensity. As I eased back, our mingled fluids glistened in the dim light. We kissed, lips crashing together for the first time, fierce and unapologetic. No regrets, no vows - just the raw truth of what we'd done, a fleeting story small in its telling but vast in its weight, its full meaning still unfolding. There'll be other nights, but none will match the fire of this one...

I was still on the lookout for a Mistress, a lady who would take charge of my training again. But it was proving difficult, the law of supply and demand was working against my desires and needs. I chatted with many people, submissives, dominants, and some ladies, and even obeyed some gentlemen, but I wasn't ready to take the plunge yet. I'm straight, men have never turned me on, but it always seemed kinda hot to have to give in to one, knowing there were things that just wouldn't happen. I had a forced gay experience with a Mistress, where I was taken by a gentleman while tied up on a bed. But giving in is a whole different ball game, and my head and taste are still fighting against desire. After that experience, I thought I wouldn't be traumatized by doing it again, but it's not that simple. Prejudices I didn't know I had started popping up, and things I needed to accept kept swirling around in my head, slowing me down more than I thought. A gentleman with good manners came along, we talked, and he had his stuff together way more than I did. He was patient and knew how to guide me, with games, orders, and tasks. Little by little, my head started to give in, and his first serious request came: something that would make me feel submissive and remind me that I belonged to someone. He ordered me to buy a metal cage for my dick and a large anal plug. Without hesitation, I was browsing the web, looking for models that he might like. He chose a pretty small cage, knowing full well that I would feel it and have to forget about my manhood. The plug had to be an anal jewel, but with three balls, it was big and long. There was no doubt it would feel deep. I did my shopping with haste, feeling the shame of buying those things was part of feeling submissive, carrying the bag and feeling like I'd done my duty was incredible. The next morning, I showed my Master the pictures of what I'd bought, feeling happy that he'd like that I'd followed his orders. He praised my speed and ordered me to put them on right away. I went to the bathroom, holding the cage in my hand, thinking that once it was on, I would have given in, handed over my head and my masculinity. I didn't think too much about it, it wasn't the time to think, if I did, it would only make things harder, and I had to obey, simply obey. I put some lube on my dick just like I was told, and with no small amount of trouble, I put my dick in the cage, cold, hard, heavy. It felt weird, but most of all, my head felt weird. I took out my phone, put on some lube, and recorded the first time I put the plug in. It was hard, cold, intense, and deep, it went in without any problems, making me let out a small moan. I got dressed and went back to work. The cage felt uncomfortable, I couldn't adjust it, touch myself, my dick wasn't mine anymore. And when I sat down, please, that metal plug inside me. Everything reminded me that I had a Master. I sent him the proof of my tasks and kept working. I was uncomfortable, knowing that this was going to be my new life. He wrote to me and praised my proactivity in the video. I like obeying, I hate punishments, but I know they're his right. The orders kept coming, and after a week, I was using the plug, the cage, and nipple clamps during my entire workday. I could have sex, but I wasn't allowed to come. Damn cage, I hated it, I didn't have any manhood left, to pee, I had to sit down, I hated that more than anything. It took me a while to accept it, at first, I tried to hold it in so I wouldn't have to go to the bathroom, but of course, in the end, I had to. It was the fight between my head and my desire, nothing more. My head started to give in, he noticed. He'd told me from the start, "You're gonna beg to see me, you're gonna ask me to session you." And what I once thought was impossible, was now a reality. I couldn't take it anymore, I needed this game to come to a session. I had to give meaning to this torture, my desire and horniness were at their peak. But asking him to session me meant that he would take what was his, what belonged to him. I knew it wouldn't happen any other way, and that turned him on even more. For me, it was terrible to have to ask, but that's what I did, I asked to see him and session me. "Are you sure? " he asked, while he started sending me GIFs of men being sodomized by force, tied up, and taken. My throat felt tight as I saw them, but using me was his right. And the GIFs kept coming, a man tied up with his hands behind his back, a ring gag in his mouth, and being forced to satisfy his Master with his mouth. I couldn't write, I couldn't say anything, I was petrified, I knew it was going to happen that way, I knew that one way or another, he was going to get what he wanted. Everything was new, everything was different, I decided to shut my head up and listen to my horniness. I wanted to give in, and I would, yes Sir, I answered, I'm sure. He set the date and the place, there was no going back now, all that was left was to give myself to my Master. The games continued, along with my daily routine. My dick was already used to the cage, my nipples were always swollen from the clamps I used every day, and he only let me take them off every now and then. I knew that those little devices made me more receptive, or more slutty, as he liked to call me. The intense plug in my ass reminded me that I had a Master. Today was the day, I was as terrified as I was eager, today I had to give in, or rather, I would be taken. It started like every other day, shower, cage in place, clamps, plug, and a picture to show I'd done my task. At 11, he ordered me to take out the plug, without saying more. My head was exploding, I realized that today I would feel something else, and that his order was to feel it intensely. I went to the place he'd told me to, and we met up. I couldn't talk, I was simply mute, terrified. He laughed, trying to calm me down without much success, before we went into the hotel, he gave me one last chance. I was about to take it and run away, but I said no, that everything was fine. We went in, had a drink, went over safe words, he gave some details, and ordered me to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear, he walked around me, observed me, put my hands against the wall, opened my legs, pulled down my underwear, and left his hands marked on my ass. He whispered in my ear, "Naked is naked, I wouldn't have said underwear." I stood up, took off my underwear, and got back into position. Two more hands reinforced the idea that I had to obey whatever he said. He touched the cage, "It looks great on you, " he said, and pulled on my clamps, making me beg him to stop. He ordered me to put my hands on a table, and that's what I did. He put his hand on my chin, and with a little tap on my ankles, he opened my legs. "Always remember, when you're in front of your Master, keep your legs open. If I say wall, you know how to stand, if I say table, you know how, and if I say bed, the position of a slut is with your legs open, your ass out, and your chest supported. That's how you're available to be used." My heart was beating a mile a minute, I could feel it even in the cage. He tied my hands and feet, took a flogger, a paddle, a ring gag, and some other things out of a bag that I couldn't see. He reminded me of some mistakes that he was going to correct right then, took the flogger, started soft on my back, and ended hard on my ass, making me let out some yells. He gave me a few seconds, took my ass with his hands, strong, it hurt, I begged him to let go, and he did. Everything was sensitive, that's how he wanted me, that's how he had me. He took the paddle, and before I could say anything, he colored my left side, I yelped, begged, my knees gave out, and I was left hanging. With patience, he waited for me to get back into position. And evened out the color. It was intense, it made me feel like this was serious business, and if I didn't obey, I'd get more of this. He stepped back, opened my ass cheeks, and said, "You have a tight ass, today you're gonna feel good, but you're gonna work on opening it up more, I'll let you know how, yes Sir, " I answered, while he lubed up my ass. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what was happening, he was going to take what was his. I was tied up, exposed, with no chance of defense, and no strength to do anything. The punishment had left me simply surrendered. He put on a condom, took me by the hair, and whispered in my ear, "Now it's time, slut, you're gonna feel a man inside you." He put his dick on my crack, got comfortable, and penetrated me all the way in one go. I yelled, I yelled loud, my hands were gripping the table. He stayed still, my ass was throbbing, and I could feel his hard, hot dick inside me. It was done, I was his, I knew this was just the beginning...