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First Encounter (Part 2)

Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Author: M Bongo, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

Now it is time for me to have some fun… at your expense. I assume that the next part is going to make you uncomfortable, self-conscious. But I really don’t care. I’m going to enjoy it.. the discomfort, that is. Well, the rest too. And after all, my enjoyment and my pleasure are paramount here. Ah, the rush of bending you to my will. How I will enjoy it. I back away from you. Your eyes open, questioningly. But, wisely, you say nothing. I turn my back to you and walk over to the other side of the bed and sit facing away from you. I’ll give you the illusion of some measure of privacy for the next act. “Strip,” I command. You hear a some raspiness in my voice. “Leave your bra and panties on, but remove the rest. Resume standing like you were. Close your eyes when you are done and then let me know that all has been completed.” “Okay,” you mumble. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “I said, ‘Okay’,” you reply a bit more forcefully. “That’s all?, I reply with a distinct edge in my voice. “That’s all you have to say. I expect a bit more than one word answers.” Time to start a bit of conditioning. Besides, it is rather required. “I also believe I’m entitled to a modicum of respect. I think at the very minimum you should start addressing me as ‘Sir’. You want this to go well, don’t you? Do you understand?” “Yes, I understand.” You sound a bit fearful. You’ve never been “dressed down” this way from me before. You realize that there is a very different tone in my voice that you are ... completely unfamiliar with. “You’re cute, but not very bright, right now. Care to try again?”, again with the edginess to the tone. You immediately correct yourself, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” “Good. It pleases me that you can learn.” I hear you removing your clothes. Slowly. Unsure. “And don’t just dump your clothes on the floor. Respect, darling… for me, yourself, and the environment within you find yourself. But mostly me. Fold them up and put them somewhere out of the way.” Another minute or so passes and I hear the movement stop. This is like an unveiling for me. I plan to savor it. So long I have waited. “I’ve finished, Sir.”, so meekly and softly you reply. “Once again, I think we need to work on your enunciation. One more time, please, with feeling.” “I’ve finished, Sir.”, louder, but with an obvious mist of uncertainty. “Hands intertwined behind your head. Elbows as far back as you can go. And eyes closed.” I wait another minute wondering if you are going to reply that you’ve complied. I doubt it and I’m not wrong. You are so out of your element that the niceties are lost. That is certainly understandable, and I’m going to be very forgiving tonite. But I will remember and plan to correct such foibles in the future. I wait a little longer. It is very difficult. I’m teasing myself. Denying myself what I so need. But it is better this way. I can’t expect to be a disciplinarian if I cannot control my own urges. That is pretty much the definition of a Dom. At least at the ...