"You could suck it if you want," I said, forgetting myself for a moment.
"Bad boy," she said and flicked the tip of the crop against my lips, a soft tap just to remind me. "A sub never makes suggestions to his Domme. He always waits patiently for her command."
"Sorry," I said. "The Dom in me, I guess…"
"You're not a Dom yet, Drake. Just a wannabe. And address me properly."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, chastened.
"Watch, listen and learn. Once you’ve learned and tried everything, and once you've successfully topped a sub, then you'll be a Dom. If you get really good, really trustworthy, one day, you might be a Master."
"That's my goal," I said.
She nodded. "Good boy," she said and kissed me on the lips. It was our first kiss and it felt strange to be so intimate physically with her because we had always been only friends. I was a man, however, and had often admired her breasts and her ass, which was spectacular. Of course, she was beautiful, but despite a few errant fantasies of me overpowering her with my masculine charms, I had never really considered her as a sexual partner.
She was far too much like me for that. A female Dominant.
So our first kiss was strange. I felt completely out of my element, and the adrenaline that pumped through my veins was a potent mixture of desire and excitement.
When she pulled away, she had a hard expression in her eyes, and I knew then, my free pass was used up and I had to behave.
"On your knees," she said and motioned to the floor with her riding crop, but it was difficult to get down with your arms bound behind your back. I didn’t realize how much you relied on your arms for balance.
She actually put an arm under mine to help me down and it was the first time I had ever relied on a woman for assistance to do something as simple as kneel. I expect it was strategic on her part, to remove my ability to be independent and in control of my own body.
It worked. As she helped me to my knees, I finally felt helpless. Of course, I could always struggle back to my feet and demand to end the scene, but I was there to learn and had committed to give it the old college try.
Then she lifted her thigh and laid it over my shoulder so that her groin was directly in my face. I couldn’t help but see her shaven folds through the thin sheer thong she wore, and smell her arousal. Despite the submissive position I was in, that scent made me even harder.
"Lick me," she said.
When I hesitated, she tilted my head up, one finger under my chin.
"Through the material."
I complied, licking her labia through the fabric, and she was already wet. She was excited about the prospect of topping me. I pressed my tongue against her slit where her clit would be, wanting to stimulate her and she pushed herself forward with a gasp.
"Use your tongue to get underneath the fabric and lick me."
I tried, running the tip of my tongue along each side of the thong, then slipping it beneath the fabric, straining to reach her slit, using my tongue to push the material aside. It wasn't easy.
Then she removed her thigh from my shoulder and stood in front of me, her skirt hiked up, her pussy a mere inch from my nose.
"Use your teeth to remove my thong."
I did, biting one side of the thong and pulling it down, then moving to the other side to do the same, baring her pussy. It took some doing but finally, I had the thong far down her thighs. She stepped out of the thong, which fell to the floor, and then she raised her thigh and laid it over my shoulder once more.
"Lick me again," she said. I moved back to her folds, licking them until they were glistening with my saliva, slipping my tongue between the lips to taste her, finding her clit with the tip.
Many Doms don't pleasure their subs orally, finding it too submissive an act, but I loved oral sex, giving and receiving. I enjoyed feeling a woman come under my mouth, her clit throbbing against my tongue during her orgasm. It made me hard as rock, and so I was becoming more excited as I pleasured Lara, despite being on my knees, my arms bound behind my back.
This wasn't so bad.
I licked her and sucked her clit until she came, grinding her pussy against my mouth, her hands on my head, fingers in my hair.
When she was finished, she stepped back and adjusted her dress, covering herself up. She picked up her thong from the floor and stuffed it in a pocket of my leather pants. Then, she went behind me and unfastened my restraints. When I tried to stand, she pressed down on my shoulders to keep me on my knees.
"Would you like to come, Drake?"
I glanced around, feeling slightly awkward with several of the other patrons watching.
I nodded.
She ran the crop over my lips. "Remember your manners…"