The First Night With My New Dom

Polyamory feeds my desire for being a submissive.

It was actually our second night together. Our first overnight date — the first time my poly partner made love to me — was life-changing.

But this was our first night together after starting the process of establishing our D/s dynamic.

After a date on a riverboat and then off to a show where I can’t put my hands on him the way I crave, we come back to the hotel room. The fact that I couldn’t touch him all night was excruciating (we can’t always be open about our poly lifestyle). But on the bright side, it does build our magnetic sexual tension sky-high. So I’m a complete puddle once we get back to our hotel room.

I spend a lot of time getting ready in a big, luxurious bathroom that is nothing like my cramped space at home, adjusting and readjusting my outfit, hair, and makeup with a neurotic frenzy.

I always want to be perfect for him.

When I step through the doorway and into his line of sight, it feels like jumping off the highest diving board at the pool. And I have some serious anxiety about the high dive. I’ve done it before, I know I can do it, but I freak out every time.

He was busy while I was getting ready. I love that he’s lit a dozen or more candles all around the room. He brought them and set them up without so much as a word from me — and it’s exactly what I want.

He anticipates my wants, needs, and desires all the time. ALL the time. It’s downright eerie how good he is at that.

The room is glowing. He’s glowing. And the sight of him in the chair near the bed — shirt off, jeans hugging his beautiful body so well, legs crossed while he patiently waits for me — it melts my heart. It melts other areas too.

He is mine. I still can’t believe that.

I’m dressed in a black corset that zips up the front. It’s cut low, showing a generous amount of cleavage, with four buckles fastened tight across the zipper. Black garter belt. Black stockings. Black-and-white high-heels. Zero panties. My hair is up in high pigtails.

Self-consciousness is an understatement for how I’m feeling in the moment he sees me. I feel it almost constantly, but looking in his eyes is the one thing that makes my anxiety drop away. I feel safe when I see the pure, uninhibited excitement in his wide-open eyes. He literally lights up at the sight of me.

There’s appreciation and joy on his face. There is lust, love, and even gratitude. There is an intoxicating combination of all these things in his expression and it makes me feel intensely and blissfully high. I can’t believe I get to experience being looked at like this by someone.

I’ll never forget the image of him sitting there in the candlelight, looking at me the way he is. It hits me full force. It’s branded in my brain.

Commanded

I bumble around shyly and awkwardly outside the bathroom for a moment or two, as is typical for me. He’s all smiles and support, assuring me how amazing and wonderful and beautiful and sexy I am. He’s so genuine and smiley. He loves that I’ve put in this effort for him to wear something he loves. He seems drunk on just the visual of me.

This was the first time I showed him options for outfits by sending photos, and he told me which one to wear.

He didn’t ask politely. He commanded — lovingly and matter-of-factly, without hesitation. He’s a natural Dom, and it’s hard to believe this is his first time ever having a sub. It’s hard to believe he hasn’t been doing this for years.

And obeying him does things to me. It brings up feelings I didn’t know I was capable of. I guess I’m a natural submissive. Especially for him.

He tells me to come to him and kisses me deeply. It goes on for a while in our desperate need to connect, and when we break apart, he puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down.

“On your knees,” my Dom orders.

I obey, and doing so makes me wet.

I drop before him as he undoes his belt, and we both scramble to remove his jeans. In a flash, his cock is within my reach. I grasp the base with my fingertips, licking my lips before sliding them over the head. I enjoy taking him in slowly, inch by glorious inch.

“Look at me,” he orders, and I roll my eyes up to meet his while my mouth is still full of his cock. It’s one of my favorite things he can tell me to do. I want to look into his eyes twenty-four/seven.

He remains standing, his hand pressing the back of my head while I work him with my mouth and tongue, taking him in deeply and pulling back slowly several times, and then increasing to a hungrier pace.

I love hearing him moan softly and whisper praise about how good I am at what I’m doing. His words always fuck me as thoroughly as his cock fucks my mouth.

He lies down on the bed and pulls me on top of him. He kisses me again, knowing I need it, wanting it for himself. Then he pushes my head back down to his shaft and I start to suck. I use my hands and tongue and lips the best I know how.

He grabs my pigtails and sets my pace. I go faster or slower, depending on how he controls me. This feminist loves when her Dom takes over her. He reduces me to a creature who desires nothing more than to give pleasure to the one she loves.

He begins to tremble. His hands and fingers shake as his groans get louder. I always know when he’s about to erupt, and it gives me a euphoric rush of excitement. When he explodes in my mouth, I keep my lips closed around him, making sure I don’t miss a drop.

I thoroughly enjoy the taste of him. I want to swallow every single time he fills my mouth with his pleasure. I can count on one hand the times I’ve swallowed with other partners. It’s never been like this with anyone else.

Praise Kink

He calls me a good girl. He loves on me. Lavishes me with praise and I’m floating the entire time. I lie on his chest and we cuddle for a bit until he manages to come down from his own euphoric state, then he pushes me on my back and lies beside me.

I’m rewarded by his mouth on my mouth, his lips on my neck, and his tongue trailing along my breasts and flicking at my hardened nipples. Whenever he stimulates that sensitive part of me, he is gentle but firm enough to send jolts of pleasure down to the center of my cunt.

I’m further rewarded by his hand prying my legs apart, by his fingers finding their way inside me.

He removes his fingers and brings them up to my clit, working to find the exact spot I like, listening to my reactions and reading my body just as easily as if he had the power to read my mind.

No one has ever studied my body as he has. He is the type who likes to be good at whatever he does. He strives for perfection, and every time we’re together he’s more masterful at playing me.

He fingers me and rubs my clit with the perfect amount of pressure until I cum, a screaming, whimpering mess in his arms. My Dom whispers in my ear and calls me babygirl and says a dozen other things that make me love him more.

Everything I’ve Ever Wanted

By the time I come down, he’s hard again. My Dom needs very little to almost no refractory period sometimes. He can orgasm with or without ejaculating. He also has the strength and energy to keep up with his desire for me — and mine for him.

He tells me to get on all fours and fucks me. Then we switch it up and I’m straddling him, riding him and bouncing up and down on him until he finds his release a second time.

I love him so much and so strongly I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. This person knows how to communicate his feelings for me — and he does it often. He is so smart that it turns me on. He’s so beautiful to look at that it hurts. And he just so happens to be able to fuck me six ways to Sunday.

Well, it might have been seven during this particular overnight.

Other highlights of our time together include:

• An impressive display of problem-solving skills, where he figures out how to remove melted wax from the candles that have dripped onto the carpet. (All you need is a towel and an iron — who'd have guessed?)
• Lying in bed together and talking while refueling our sex-drained energy with snacks. Drinking wine. Then hydrating to have more sex.
• After we sleep for a few hours, he fucks me the next morning until he drains every ounce of his love and passion and cum inside me, then he stays inside of me and kisses me until he gets hard again, fucking me and cumming for a second time without the two of us ever disconnecting. I’ve never experienced that with anyone in my life. It’s one of the many firsts he’s given to me.
• After getting dressed and ready to check out of the hotel, he orders me to blow him one more time and tells me to watch myself in the mirrored door of the closet while I do. This is probably my most uncomfortable moment, having to watch myself. It brings my insecurities back in full force.

But the sound of his panting, the passion in his voice as he empties himself down my throat, and the love he gives me afterward as he breaks open and falls apart in my arms when I snuggle up to him and lay my head on his chest — the whole thing reduces my self-criticisms to zero. It shuts my mind the fuck up and makes me think of only this feeling between us: a connection so deep that my words, as hard as I try to improve as a writer, will never do it justice.

I always want to be a part of him.

A Partner, a Dominant, and Love Beyond My Wildest Expectations

I can tell you that making love to my kind and giving polyamorous life partner who is gorgeous inside and out is the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. So is being fucked mercilessly by my intellectual, protective, loving, and extremely sexual Dom. They are both the same person, and I can’t get enough of either side.

Actually, I could say it’s the best sex any human creature has ever had in any of their lifetimes in the history of the world, and I believe it would be a pretty accurate statement.

I can tell you that he can fuck me six or seven times from evening to morning with a few hours of sleep in between and that he’s multi-orgasmic.

I can tell you that it’s not only the most fulfilling sex I’ve experienced physically due to his talent and enthusiasm for studying my mind and anatomy and learning what I crave — it’s also the most fulfilling sex I’ve experienced emotionally.

And — I can tell you he’s not the first sexual partner I’ve had after opening up my marriage to polyamory, but now that I’ve experienced him, now that I’ve gotten more deeply attached to him than anyone I’ve ever been with, I don’t want to date anyone else. Anything but this would feel empty, lifeless, and painfully dull.

I can tell you all these things, and they would all be factual when it comes to my partner slash Dominant. It can be intimidating. His skill, intellect, and physical beauty can make me second-guess myself and wonder why the fuck he’s interested in me.

One of his many love languages is sex. Expressing every drop of his pleasure inside me is like pouring his soul into me a little more — and I greedily, ravenously take a little more of his essence every single chance I can get.

I want all of him.

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