Promises, Part 2 – An Audio Erotic Story

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1.

That unexpected conversation I had with Jan pushed me beyond a point of no return. For the following days, I couldn’t stop mentally picturing her spanking guys and beating them at wrestling, not to mention the scenario she conjured where she’d overpower me with seductive dominance in a workplace roleplay scenario.

But I knew I couldn’t just fixate on Jan when it came to my secret wish to be dominated by an assertive, sexy woman. Would I have enjoyed having her dominate me? Of course. But that wasn’t happening. I’d promised Jan that I would let Martha in on this previously repressed fantasy of mine. I needed to follow through on that. Also, I loved Martha, so there would be an added layer of my experience if she would engage in this with me.

Let me describe Martha. She’s shorter than Jan, around 5’4. Also thinner overall, although she’s got big boobs. Martha has alluring blue eyes and thick, dark, straight hair which she then wore halfway down her back. She has pretty hands and naturally long nails of which she takes good care. Her legs are naturally tanned and sleek. Martha’s general bearing and personality isn’t as overtly provocative as Jan’s. Martha’s appeal is more subtle. But it’s there if you’re open to seeing it. She has something of the sexy librarian about her. Beautiful in a demure way, with some mystery in her aura that promises deeper layers if she wants to let you get to know them.

I started remembering certain interactions between Martha and me. Like, one time we were at my place, both on our backs on opposite ends of the sofa as we lazed about on a Sunday afternoon. We abruptly started leg wrestling, because we each wanted to fully stretch out and there wasn’t room for both our sets of legs to be fully extended. It started out as playful, but it became a concerted effort on both our parts to win. Martha is fit. She works out at a gym a few times during the week and goes on long weekend runs. I stay in shape ok, but I don’t exercise as much as her. I couldn’t beat her in the leg wrestling match, much as I tried. Her lower limbs are simply stronger than mine. She was able to force my legs back toward my middle, and she stretched out luxuriously. I felt titillated about her ability to overpower me in that way. When we had sex later, I went a little wild while kissing and licking all over her legs.

There was also an intriguing phone conversation we had late one night from our separate apartments.

“You know tomorrow’s Halloween,” Martha said. Her regular speaking voice has softly enticing tones that could lull me into a pleasant hazy feeling. “We have to dress up at work. I tried to bow out of that, but they insisted. I should shock them by coming in fetish gear. I know Jan has some I could use.”

“Ooh, if you do that please don’t change after work and come to my place immediately after you get off.”

The next day, she informed me that she kept her costume G-Rated, going as Pippi Longstocking. When she told me that during a lunchtime phone chat, I said, “Damn, too bad. I was looking forward to seeing you in the other gear.”

Martha giggled, then spoke in that lazily sultry voice of hers:

“You just wanted me to come over there in tight leather and push you around.”

I was too shy to respond to that statement properly then. But I knew that yes, I did want that. It was time to ask her for something like that now.

2.

Martha and I didn’t only have straight-up sex. We played some games in bed. Our mutual favorite was one where she blindfolded me and handcuffed me to bed posts as I lay naked. She’d slowly, tantalizingly do things like put her breasts in my mouth momentarily, kiss me hard while teasing my cock by just barely touching it, straddle and ride me for only a few thrusts then stop abruptly, etc. She made us both edge forever and with me never knowing where she would move to or what she would do next.

But we had never acted out any scenarios during which my beautiful girlfriend full-on dominated me. I needed that to happen now. I called her late on a night when we hadn’t gotten together. After some catching up on what our respective days had been like, I nervously got down to business.

“So, there’s something I want us to talk about. And it’s a little awkward for me. But I need to say it.”

“Ooh. I don’t know whether to be worried or excited.”

“Umm, hopefully excited. Hopefully not weirded out. But probably not worried.”

“Okay, baby, you know I can’t stand having to wait for something like this. Just say it and let’s deal with it. I’m sure it’s fine.”

“Well, you remember this past Halloween where you joked that you might dress up in bondage gear for work, and I said well if you do you hafta come over here dressed that like after, and you said I only wanted you to push me around while you were dressed like that?”

“Yeahhhh?”

Her softly sensual voice affected me strongly in my nervous excitement.

“Well, I’d actually like for something like that to happen between us.”

“Hmmm. You want me to get up in leather and beat your ass?”

“No, no. No real physical abuse. I just want you to dominate me in general sometimes. You know I’m a control freak. Not like I need to control other people, more like I just need to control my own environment and sensations. So of course, my secret fantasy is to have a hot woman take that control away from me.”

Martha moaned throatily and just said, “Hmm” again. I went on:

“I’ve never done anything like that. You’re the first girlfriend I’ve even mentioned this to.”

“Interesting. What brought this on now? Was it that femdom character in the James Bond movie? I could tell those scenes were turning you on.”

“Ha! Yes, that did work for me. But that’s not all of it. It’s just something I think I’ve always wanted but never really admitted to myself before. But I can’t deny it anymore.”

I couldn’t tell her about my conversation with her sexy roommate which had been the real catalyst to get me in this mental space.

Martha hesitated to respond. So, I added, “You already kinda halfway do it during parts of our game where you blindfold and cuff me. I just want kind of an extension of that. I’m so turned on by you, and I love you so much. I know you could break me down.”

Martha said, “That’s sweet. I love you, too. Ok, I’ll do this. But we’re not going to plan it together and I’m not going to let you dictate how I dress or what I do to you. That wouldn’t be giving up control. I’ll decide what to do and when to do it. It’ll be a surprise.”

3.

She waited about two weeks. We hadn’t discussed the matter in the meantime. But we’d both been wilder than usual the next time we played the blindfold and handcuffs game.

It was the one-year anniversary of our first date. We went out for dinner at a mutual favorite Mediterranean restaurant. Martha wore this dress that I loved on her. It was sequined and the blue color of the little discs was dazzling and perfectly matched her captivating eyes, which she’d highlighted that evening with azure shadow on their lids. The dress also fit her tightly in a way that accentuated her large boobs. Her thick hair was bursting with luster. She had on a set of attractive gold bracelets that drew attention to her long, slender fingers and her nails that she’d painted in a sensual sky-blue tint.

“I love how you look tonight,” I told her when our dolmades and pita triangles with tzatziki arrived.

Normally, Martha would’ve thanked me for the compliment, maybe reached across the table and squeezed my hand. Not on this night.

“Is that supposed to be a big secret? You’re over there salivating like a hungry puppy.”

Our server was a young woman who had a lot of tattoos and piercings. She was paying an unusual amount of attention to Martha while showing indifference to me. She complimented Martha on her dress.

“I think our waitress has a thing going for you,” I said as we were into our entrees of shrimp and polenta. 

“She’s brazen to flirt with me in front of you. I’d like to knock that order pad out of her hands and force her over my knees and give her a spanking in front of everybody here.”

As she said that, Martha freed a nyloned foot from its shoe and rubbed it on my shin under my pants cuff. 

I was seeing my girlfriend in a new light. It both excited me and made me hesitant. Was I really ready to be so vulnerable with her? How would this change the general fabric of our relationship?

“All night you’ve been acting like a shy little boy who has a crush on his pretty schoolteacher,” she said to me over a dessert of baklava and Samos Muscat wine. “Am I going to have to keep you after class and tickle you to get you to liven up?”

I gulped. Then, taking in the provocative radiance of Martha’s look and demeanor, I muttered, “I’d be grateful for any kind of special attention from you.”

“I know that. You look like you want to beg me for it. Say it, right here. Say please give me some special attention, Martha. I crave it.”

I looked around the room. The place was busy. I felt reluctant to say those words in that public space. Martha put that same foot right up against my crotch under the tablecloth, pressed her toes against my hard dick.

“If you don’t say it now, I’ll punish you by sending you home from here by yourself.”

“Please give me some special attention, Martha. I crave that from you. Please.”

I looked up and was embarrassed to realize that our server had been standing behind me while I said all that. She smirked as she set our check on the table.

4.

At my apartment, Martha handcuffed me to my bed. But this was going to be different from our normal game. She sat me upright rather than lay me out. She kept her dress and pantyhose on rather than getting naked like I was. And there was to be no blindfold.

“I’m going to make you clearly see what I’m going to do to you.”

She sat next to me on the bed, cradled my head against her shoulder, and stroked my scalp with her long blue nails.

“I never told you about this before, but the last person I dated before I met you was this guy I met at the gym. He’s tall and has the body of a gladiator.”

She stopped talking long enough to pull my face to hers and lead us into a long tongue kiss, during which she moaned teasingly. 

“He seemed like a nice enough guy when we chatted by the weights. And he was ok to talk to on the first date. But by the third date, he was showing himself to be a big blowhard full of false machismo. He talked like he was this great gift to all women, who loved ‘em and left ‘em and left a trail of broken hearts. And he sat there and boasted to me about how great he is in bed.”

She caressed my ear. She knew that made me crazy with lust. She also drew my head to where my face was right up against the part of her dress where her big left boob burst up into the pretty sequins.

“I could so easily see through his bullshit veneer. I felt the need to put him in his place. I told him I could reduce him to a pleading idiot. He made the mistake of daring me to prove it.”

She put her mouth against my ear as she continued to stroke it. She said, “How’s my good little boy now? Ready to smile for your pretty teacher, hmm?”

I smiled, then said, “Tell me the rest of what happened on that date.”

She kissed me on the nose, nodded knowingly and said, “Ha! I knew this story would arouse you. But I’m going to show you what I did to him, rather than just tell you. I’ll pretend you’re him. I led him to my car after we left the restaurant. So imagine you’re in the passenger’s seat and I’m in the driver’s seat. And that you’re dressed. And that when I touch your back and your chest and belly, I’m reaching under your shirt.”

“Ok. I’m there.”

She went to work on me with her hands. Martha knows exactly how to touch someone to elicit electric responses. She dragged her long nails over my scalp, down the nape of my neck, up and down my back. She led us into another lengthy and sensual tongue kiss. Then, she really went to work.

“Oh my goodness, you’re so excited,” she cooed in a taunting, mothering voice. Then she held one of my restricted hands firmly while starting to rub and scratch on my stomach. “You’re trembling. Oh my goodness, am I making you tremble?”

I was panting. I said, “Yes,” as I figured he must have. 

“You’re so silly,” she then said, as she ran the tips of her fingers up and down my chest and belly, then made stabbing motions with her nails going into my abdomen. “Aren’t you? Aren’t you just a silly little boy who I can make tremble?”

I figured he might’ve tried to show some resistance then. So, I said, “No, I’m not silly.”

Martha pulled her hands away from me. She said, in a commanding vocal tone now, “Say it. Say ‘I’m a silly little boy who you can make tremble’ or I won’t touch you anymore.”

There was no way to resist her. I’m sure he couldn’t. So, I said it. She smiled and brought my head back to her boob. She put a few fingers into my mouth. 

“Such a good silly boy. Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness.”

She went back to work on my stomach, using her nails to draw lazy circles around my bellybutton.

“You’ve got a big bulge in your pants. You’re trembling and you have a bulge down there. I bet you wish I would take care of that bulge and make it feel good, hmm?”

“Yes. Please do that.”

“Ooh, you’re so cute when you beg. Say ‘please’ again. Say ‘pretty please’ for me. Let me see how badly you want me to grab your bulge and play with it.”

Of course I begged. She kept making motions with her hands like she was going to reach down all the way and take hold of my pleading cock. But she always stopped just short and instead continued teasing my belly. And she kept making me beg her. I was shaking and short of breath as I writhed around under her touch. I wanted her to grab my erect dick and stoke it. I wanted to ram it into her wet pussy while she made sexy talk into my ear. It was a delicious torture to be denied like this.

 When I said “pretty please” for about the eighth time, she abruptly pulled away and pushed my head off her shoulder.

“Ha! I told you what I could do to you.”

And with that, Martha stood up. She said, “And that was my last date with him. He was so embarrassed that he must’ve joined another gym. I never saw him at mine again.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, while rubbing on my stomach some more. She said, “Oh my goodness, you’re still trembling.”  Then she pulled away from me and unlocked the handcuffs.

“I’m going home now. Wait till I’m through the door before you move. I’ll text you a selfie with my dress still on when I get home. I know you’ll masturbate while fantasizing about me. Sweet dreams, cute silly boy.”

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