Dominatrix....

So, I looked him in the eye and said, "Horny as I've been feeling lately, Vegas could turn into a really kinky trip..."

He just mumbled with a glazed look in his eyes that said "Go on..."

Not with the the thought, but "go on" with the interrupted blowjob...I had pulled my mouth off his cock to make the statement. I have found that when giving head you can really have a guys undivided attention.

"You know how we always get kinky in strange hotels..."

"That's very true..." he grinned. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand at the thought.

'So what shall we do? I'll get there Saturday about noon, your last seminar ends early afternoon, that leaves us Saturday afternoon through Monday night to get into trouble."

"Whatever you want."

'Whatever I want?..hmm pretty open-ended..." I mused. "How about a burlesque show?"

"Sure!"

"Maybe a swinger's club...Do they have those?"

"Sounds interesting.."

"How about if I put a leash around your neck and lead you into a Dominatrix' den?"

Big pulse then right at the base of his cock...I was holding it pretty tight, though.

"Of course I could lead you anywhere by this couldn't I?" Raising him a bit off the bed by his cock at that.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I insisted pushing him back to the bed..

Puzzled at first, he caught on.."Yes, Ma'am!"

"Better.." I said returning my hand to his cock..."I read an interesting article on a Dominatrix and her clients." (I'm making this up. from a combination of things of watched and read on the subject...

"Yeah?"

"Their clients are usually pretty successful guys that just want a little vacation from having to be the aggressor." I went on. "She says you can train a man to do anything with the proper motivational technique and a few training excersices. For instannce...Fetch!" I said pointing to my panties that were on the floor.

He hopped up and headed over.

"Hands an knees!"

He dropped compliantly.

"With your teeth."

He did.

As he grinned around the panties and made some panting noises, I rolled up a magazine and smacked him lightly on the forehead. "Not a game, pay attention!" His mouth slacked a bit and I fed the panties in as a gag. "That's better."

I grabbed a handful of hair and led him back up onto the bed...on his back again I grabbed his ankles and bent him in half. "Hold these for me."

He looked almost worried as he assumed this vulnerable position...I began tracing the edge of his cock with my tongue. I engulfed him in my mouth and bobbed a couple of times and pulled off. His balls were already tightening, and his little rosebud was puckering.

"She said a man will agree to anything for a simple blowjob..you can say anything, do anything as long as thats in the offing? Do you think that's true?"

"Mpph Mphhh" and an affirmative nod of his head. (The one he wasn't thinking with.)

"What if I wanted to call you Steve, or Bill, Or Clive?"

He let go of an ankle and briefly removed the gag. "Sure, just don't call me Shirley!" quite the comedian.

SMACKKKK!

"DID I SAY you could let go of your ankles???"

Head shake. Cock didn't go down any....so I flicked the base with my finger. Hard. That let the air out a bit, but not his enthusiasm.

"Why don't I call it 'Ronnie', you know after the first BJ I gave? You always liked that story.."

His cock re-rose to the occasion as I began those practiced movements up and down swirling around the head, bobbing deep..."Mmmm Ronnie, you feel so big in my mouth...." (meanwhile I'm thinking maybe I should look him up, he was an awfully kinky bastard..)









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