My Surprise Dom: Part 3

Part 2 finished setting the stage. Now it’s time for Part 3. Let the real games begin.

I woke up to a knock. A quick glance at the clock showed it was around ten.

“Man, that was one beautifully powerful orgasm,” I said out loud.

As I rose, I remembered I was still in costume and snagged an oversized cardigan. A quick glance in the entry mirror revealed that my posture collar was still on. I pulled the hood tight, then paused.

“I should just blow them off,” I thought, but chose instead to look through the peephole.

It was Damian.

“Oh, fuck!” I said. I really wanted to open the door, but like this?

I wrapped the cardigan tight, unlatched the door, and poked my upper body out.

“Hi,” I said. “What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry to bother you this early, but I forgot Gary’s leash last night.”

I let him in, not really thinking about what he’d just said. He looked sexy in a pullover sweater, linen pants, and sandals, with a smile just as alluring as when he’d left. All the submissive feelings I’d masturbated to resurfaced, intensified by the outfit I was still wearing.

“Wow,” he said, looking at my stocking-clad legs, then back up at me. “I wasn’t expecting that greeting, but I’ll take it!”

I laughed. “I’m afraid I fell asleep before changing.”

“Well, I obviously woke you, so I won’t keep you long.”

As he walked past me to retrieve the leash, I processed what he’d said.

“Pardon me for asking, but do you play with Gary that way?” I asked him. “You were so convincing last night.”

He looked back at me and chuckled.

“No, Tina, I can’t say I have. Who knows? It might happen someday, but not likely.”

His next words hit me hard.

“I’m not gay, you know.”

“Holy WTFs!” I thought. It was a mixed response to poor assumptions and anger. “Why hadn’t he said something? Why hadn’t I asked or found out?!”

I was overcome with want. For answers, for him.

“Oh,” I said, “I’m so sorry. I assumed that, well, whatever. I clearly assumed wrong.”

“That’s OK,” he said with a relaxed expression. “It’s not the first time someone assumed that. We’re just business partners. They’re great guys, but have no interest in going there.”

“Business partners?!” I questioned. I felt embarrassed, excited, and cheated out of exploring him all at once.

“What about the outfit?” I asked.

“That’s all me,” he said. “What did you think of it?”

What did I think? That I needed to be bold. I thought about my missed opportunity to flirt more intently with the desirable man. I thought about how I’d acted brazenly with him, assuming that, as a gay man, it would be nothing more than role play. He really had been coming on to me all along.

“I thought you were the hottest man I’ve ever seen, but poorly assumed I could never have,” I responded.

He paused as his expression changed to an earnest gaze.

“Then let’s try this again,” he said, clearly and with intent. “We don’t need the outfit to proceed, do we?”

“No,” I replied, staring into his commanding eyes.

“Tina?” he asked.

“Yes?” I responded.

“I know why you’re still dressed like that.” He paused to let the words take hold.

“Remove your sweater if you want me.”

There was no hesitation. The cardigan came off, tossed onto a nearby chair.

“Walk to me,” he stated firmly.

I approached him steadfastly.

He placed a hand under my chin to hold my gaze, then snapped his leash onto my collar. My pulse quickened.

“Kneel,” he commanded. I did so, then held my upright posture while he stepped back to remove his sweater and sandals.

“Remain there and remove my pants.”

The distance between us required me to extend my arms in order to unlatch his belt buckle. His waist fastener undid easily, and forefinger and thumb found the zipper pull. Chattering vibrations hastened my pulse as I drew the tab downward to a halt, at which point I had to lean forward a bit to pull his pants to his feet. He stepped out of them, and I placed them aside.

I regained posture to stare at mango-colored briefs, framed by the same nappy hair found on his chest. The color was appropriate for the inviting bulge before me. I yearned to reach out and graze the thin layer of cloth constraining his cock, but knew such bold action would not be appropriate for a woman in my, well, position.

He remained still, appraising me with a very different gaze than I’d seen the night before. My chest slowly rose and lowered with each breath, breasts rolling slowly over the upper rim of the bodice. My stiff nipples yearned for his touch.

He walked around to stand behind me. I heard rustling, then spotted his feet straddling mine. He held my ponytail, then snickered.

“Amusing ribbon,” he said. “But I’m not here for amusement, Tina. I’m here to give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”

He slowly untied the ribbon from my hair, then grazed it around my neck and chest. Dampness warmed my sex as my chest rolled, but I remained determinedly stoic.

He cast aside the ribbon and began stroking the length of my ponytail with both hands, as if extracting lurid thoughts from my brain. It felt amazingly erotic. I imagined him sizing me up before choosing a course of action.

Then he coiled my hair in a slow, rhythmic motion. My curiosity about his intent led to a realization. The earlier noises were the removal of his briefs, and he’d wrapped my ponytail around his cock. Judging by the motion and sound, he was using my braided hair to excite it. With no ability to witness any of this, I relied on sound, contact and smell to image the sight while his breath settled into a steady rhythm. Purrs were emerging from his lips.

I felt my hair fall to my back. He abruptly reached alongside to scoop me up in his arms. I gazed at him as he walked me to Squishy, placing me on her leading edge to recline back into her folds.

Now Damian stood magnificently before me. His generous shaft was at full erection, jutting with a slight upturn from his flat stomach. A hint of dewy pre-cum rested on its tip. I craved his nectar.

He reached down and removed the thong from my waist. I was now reclined before him with my sex on full display, legs clad in stockings, breasts still positioned high by the bodice, chin held up by the collar, and leash draped over the side cushion. All on display for him, all for his taking.