Submissive Gets A Taste

I can never forget how it all began for us, the dominant/submissive dynamic. It really started off very innocently. We were just lying on my bed, talking, getting to know more and more about one another. He made me laugh and smile, and I just gazed into his eyes searching for something. Maybe I was really just waiting for the right moment? He was so nervous to be there lying with me, and I comforted him as much as I could.

I wanted him to be perfectly comfortable before submitting to me. I am not sure if I was very successful from hiding that look of lust only a lusty American Mistress gets before a new, willing submissive submits to her for the first time. As we talked, he confessed that he could never really resist me, even if he wanted to. This was something that made me smile–probably a very mischievous smile at that!

I slowly edged closer to him on the bed, like a cougar hunting its prey, waiting patiently for it to let its guard down. A dominant woman is much like a cougar, stunningly beautiful and dominant all at one glance. She studies and monitors her subject, changing her tactics in order to get her prey or subject in just the position she wants him.

This is the only way to explain how I was able to seduce him slowly, without him ever realizing that it was actually happening. There was nothing that he could do but succumb to my velvet voice. Throughout our conversation, I would lean across to lightly caress his knee, then the back of his neck and eventually his cheek. I glanced down noticing that he had a bit of a bulge in his pants at this point and gave him a wicked smile as I continued to caress his cheek lightly.

Teasing My New Submissive Boy

“Take off your clothes for me darling,” I purred seductively into his very attuned ears. As his Mistress, I knew exactly what to do to tweak his buttons, and within just moments, he would be begging for release, only to be denied playfully in a game of tease and denial with his sexy cock tease of a Mistress.

He gave me an almost shocked and innocent look, so I reached up to slowly start to unbutton his shirt, sliding it off of him, never breaking eye contact. He bit his lip as I unfastened his pants and let them drop with a soft thud on the floor around his ankles. “See that wasn’t all that hard, now was it?” I whispered into his ear now. I looked deep into his eyes as I slowly let my nails drag down the front of his chest, watching as he shivered slightly.

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to kneel before me, although he did not resist at all and just stared up at me. I inquired if he still wished to please me just as he always did on our American Mistress phone sex calls, and he replied with a mumbled “yes.” The blush on his cheeks made me laugh a bit.

I tweaked his nipples lightly, knowing that it would drive him absolutely wild! I sat down on the edge of the bed in front of him, my pussy inches from his face, exposed under my short mini-dress. His eyes gazed at my pussy then looked up at me pleading to please me. He began to beg to please me with his tongue and to be allowed to taste his Mistress.

Worshipping Mistress’s Pussy

I finally allowed him to bury is face between my creamy thighs and plunge his tongue deep inside of my wet pussy. He was doing such a good job, that I was thinking about making him my face sitting slave!

I bet any man would just die for a chance to sit under my perfect pussy and be allowed to perform pussy worship on me! I finally grabbed and pulled him to lay on the bed so that I could just straddle his face, I was smiling down at him as I slowly lowered my pussy onto his more than eager lips.

It is always admirable when a man can admit that he desires to please his woman, but it is even better when they realize that his own pleasure should always come after that of his American phone sex Mistress.