Dominating a man

About two years ago or a little more, in a clinic that I always attended, I met Tulio, a fat man, with a very ordinary profile, a very ordinary face and with a very restricted behavior. He was a waiter there and, due to the profession, he was always kind, attentive and was a great listener. In this, it was quite automatic that I ended up getting involved with him. Already on the first day, perhaps because of this sweetness in person, I joked with him about him performing repetitive tasks, that perhaps this was very boring, he smiled and confirmed that it really was, but that he got used to the most diverse tasks and that he ended up taking some pleasure from situations of low stimulus like this. He failed in a joke, but felt a call for help, since everyone wants to fix his attention to his things, but no one gives attention. Since he had to go once a week, I always came an hour earlier to talk to him. At the third appointment he even smiled and got up to hug and talk that I was very kind to give him a little time. We communicated very easily and I realized that he, although clearly straight, seemed to like to see a woman lead the situation. He had been with men like that and did not feel so stimulated by this profile, but he was different. He did not do it because he did not understand, he clearly showed that he liked it, he gave signs of it. So I called him out and he stumbled. It would be after his work. We went to a restaurant, and he was looking forward to it, and I thought it was interesting, too, because it was a guy who didn't fit my profile, but who was nice to be around. "I feel so good with you, it gives the impression that I can do anything or that I can relax to do what I want with you", I commented. "Thank you, I like to feel useful and when it comes to depending on me, I'm also here for you to do whatever you want with me", he said in a more erotic tone. Unlike the office conversations, we talked about relationships and experiences, and he was very open about it at the very beginning, and I encouraged him, and I was also very open about it, showing an open mind and liking it, and he said that he dated a Dominatrix, and that it made him addicted to BDSM, and I knew about the term, but I'd never done anything in that universe, and I was still driven, and I kept asking him what it was like, and he said, - Ah, I always liked to see the woman driving the dating, the situations. And she was a practitioner of BDSM, I knew from the beginning. So she started asking if I didn't want to have sex with her controlling me and I found it. After a long process I walked naked at home, wore chastity, she controlled my body and I was more in love with her. - he reported. - And why did you break up with him? - We had a disagreement, but it had nothing to do with BDSM, she wanted to have children and I didn't, and no one gave up their position, and time passed and we ended up not finding a solution. - So you still like her. - Yes, for being my first mistress, but she's in another, and I'd love to have another mistress. And it got me excited, and I joked that it was provocative, that having a man do what I wanted was too good to be true, and then he challenged me to be his lady in the bar to see if I would do it, and he said I wouldn't mind, but he insisted, and it was just a little joke, harmless, and I stopped to think, and I saw those little eyes that were hungry for dominance, to hear a command, and I said, - I want you to go to the bathroom, take off your underwear and get out of it so we can keep talking. - Are you serious? - You're in charge, didn't you hear? I spoke out of fear that he wouldn't like my sudden change of tone, but he just smiled and ran to the bathroom. It amused me and at the same time showed me that it was a great responsibility. I couldn't sit around giving random orders without understanding that he would do more than just obey, but to see me satisfied with his obedience. I felt fuller, more powerful. In three minutes he was back. - How do I know you didn't fake it? He then got up disguised and pulled the end of the cloth of his underwear into his pocket. I also saw his dick more marked in the jeans, he was excited. It was enough to excite me. - Do I call you by your name or make something up? "As you wish", he replied, eager to continue with the joke, the excitement was too evident. But before I continued, I had to tell him about my condition (I mention it in my first story). I spoke frankly and he was surprised, he did not seem to like it very much and I showed understanding if I did not want to continue with the date or the joke. Then he spoke: Well, come to think of it, the only person who talks to me in the clinic is you, shares a little bit of history and proves to be pretty cool, but other than that, she's really hot, really hot, and if you don't say that, you'll never know. - All of it? - All of it. I got all excited and I said: You're going to pay our bill like a gentleman and you're going to get in the car with me because we're going to the motel. His eyes lit up again like a beacon and he more than quickly asked for the bill, paid without question and we went to my car. - What motel would you suggest? - Any one of them. I decided to go to one of the more expensive ones in town, he'd get more excited just by doing that. - Wow, you're a doorman too, are you? - I'm whatever you want, I just want to see you satisfied tonight, ma'am. And we didn't know each other that well, but it was like we'd known each other for years at a time. We went to the motel with him quietly and quietly, and I was thinking a thousand and one things, laughing and finding the most of it there. At the motel, I got a middle room and we went inside. In the room, I hadn't touched myself or anything, and I sat on the bed, very relaxed, and I said, I want you naked, come on! More than immediately he was completely naked, a medium stick of about 10, 12 cm became apparent, super hard. He was breathing deeply only at that moment and I was very excited. The bathroom was one of those with glass in the shower part, you could see the person inside the room. So I told him to take a bath with his back to me. He ran there and while taking his bath I took off my dress and I was just in lingerie, I was feeling nice. - Turn around and watch me. I stood up and he stared at me from head to toe. - Get out of there and get in here on foot. I saw him turn off the shower and walk out of there on all fours, coming out of the bathroom and coming towards me. I turned on the air conditioning and sat on the bed. - He licks my feet, but I don't want him to look at me. I was positioned right on top of where the air current comes out and he stood there, licking my feet so gently while the wind reached him from behind. Gradually this was bothering him. - I remember you said you like to do repetitive things, so you won't leave my feet until you're both covered in your own saliva, and I have all the time in the world. I could feel his breath on my feet, his excitement to serve, to want to show that he was useful, that he was going to do what he was telling him to do, and most delightful of all, that he felt like he was on a very important mission doing it. He focused totally and accelerated so that he could do it. I watched and was impressed by all of that. About eight or ten minutes later he said he was done. I sent him out of the air and the wind showed that he had actually accomplished the mission. - Congratulations, you're really dedicated. I want that commitment every time I take a bath, let's go. Do you know how it should go? I walked and he walked on all fours behind me. I stopped before entering the box and ordered him to take off my panties while I took off my bra. He came down and ordered him to look at my "pussy". I asked if he wanted to suck or lick and he didn't take his eye off. He only agreed with his head that he did. I put one foot on the pot, opened his legs and pulled his head to lie there. His tongue, trembling and anxious to please me did the job while holding his head firmly in the place where he would like to be licked. I rubbed my hip on his face and in that groan talking about how great he was. He got excited and started sucking his pussy too the pressure movement that every movement made on his face. But I was in doubt between enjoying the bath immediately afterwards or preferring to keep going and enjoying his body. After almost taking my breath he pressed it on his nose and I was surprised that he didn't do anything other than exhale and pee on my face. - Come and give me a bath, you can stand. He got up, with a fucking risk that I spilled on his face, and he came in behind me, and he took the soap and he started rubbing my body, and I let him do all the work, and I had him wipe his face in the shower, and he gently rubbed my groin, my calf, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, my feet, and he put me in the center of it all, and he had his full attention, and I loved it. Would you rather suck my body, get sucked, or eat me? He smiled and was quite surprised at the choices I had given him. - To be sucked in, my lady. Without leaving the bathroom, I got down on my knees and started punching him, and he got even more excited, and soon I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. - I'll do that, but you can't make fun of me unless I want you to. - It's all right, ma'am. His dick got even harder when he heard that. - And if you mock before your time I'll have to punish you. He didn't say anything, but when I started sucking he seemed to gather all his energy to not disobey me. I'm sorry, I can't hold it in any more. - I didn't tell you to fuck with me. Hold the fuck! - Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... And he made fun of me without putting his mouth on it, since he'd announced it and I saw his whore run out of the shower and down the drain. I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. - I don't like excuses, you disobeyed me, you were so obedient and you do something like that, it's over with the joke. - Sorry about that, ma'am. Deep down, I was loving it all, especially because he had stood there and enjoyed it, and I was already satisfied, so I decided to take the punishment lightly, even though I thought of a slap or something like that, and because I didn't know its limits and I didn't know him deeply, I announced the punishment: - I'd play more with my little toy, but after that, we'd better finish rinsing and go. - Please, excuse me go, let's move on. Did I mention that I don't like excuses? Or do you want me to get annoyed? I spoke for the character, but in a display of anger by being super-excited to get in on the joke. - It's all right, ma'am. We finished the bath, I had to dry myself and then get dressed. I was all ready to leave I took my things and said: - Get your stuff out there, get dressed and come as soon as I get in the car and leave with you in it or not. He rolled his eyes and as he left I just saw him naked running after his clothes. In the car I laughed at the scene I saw and thought how funny it was. I didn't think it could be this cool. But it wasn't BDSM and I didn't know much about it, it just made me want to know a little bit more about it. I started the car in about 30 seconds and he came out of the room with his pants and his T-shirt all wrinkled and misplaced and the rest of the things in his hand desperately wondering if he had forgotten anything. He opened the door and jumped in, didn't say anything, but you could tell he was enjoying it. On the way out, I was gonna pay for the motel, 'cause I've never taken advantage of anyone, and that'd kind of make up half the bar bill, but he interrupted me with a disappointed look on his face and said, - No, ma'am, I'll pay. lf that were an impediment to me, I'd have told you at the bar. lt's not and I like to be made a doormat like that. lf you pay I'll be extremely upset, you can leave. I walked away from the machine and handed it to him without any ceremony. He paid for it and was very happy with it. He acted like he did in the car on the way back to the bar for him to pick up his car. When he got there, he left the character. - Tulio, thank you for the experience, it was so much fun and I was very pleased with your commitment. You've been a great hostess, thank you for letting her serve, if you ever feel like taking another dose, just let me know. We laughed, we hugged, and we left. A few days later, in the office, I treated him as usual, and it was quite natural, it didn't look like that male was all naked doing my bidding or that I could command such a big man. I needed to read more about BDSM, if I was ever going to do it again, I wanted to better explore that submissive who was eager to hear my call. I studied a lot, read and saw a lot about it, but without telling him who was doing it. But in the middle of it, I was surprised to meet another man, this time a dominator, who made me postpone repeating the dose with Tullius. But that's a subject for another day... - What ? Kisses of confusion! Thank you all for reading!