1. Lady Lex


    Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: malesub01, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    and I share the sexual adventurousness of our lives in tales and stories and taunts, it often sounded to me in our exchange like there wasn’t a lot of common ground between us. You had moved away from being an early sub and gravitated toward your deeper, natural tendency to sexually dominate men, or any lover you caught in your web. And though my need isn’t always to dominate, I am a very strong partner and never one to give in to being a submissive boy, at least not for long. When I do submit, it is to arouse, then flip the game and lead. I love power switches in the sexual arena, but can never live on one side of it for too long, though I do tend to lean toward leading the dance. But our chemistry has been palpable, our friendship warming and deepening with trust and a shared need to explore dark corners, and each tawdry tale we spin of our disparate exploits seems to come with a whipped cream topping of subtle but pungent flirtation. And because I love strong women, and feeling them melt to my will, then watching them wrestle back the reins, but surrender again when I find their tender spots. it was the quiet confidence you move with, especially about your sexuality, that had me wondering how I would fare in your world, or you in mine. That led to this lunatic, in-the-moment, winner-take-the-other bet. One roll, complete chance. The winner owning the loser for the entire weekend. Being owned and stripped of my will is not attractive to me. Even owning another for a ...
    relationship has not been my cup of cum either. But for a weekend, daring one or the other, had my mind racing with the most wicked and even most worrisome possibilities. I couldn’t deny that I wanted you, but at times, i wondered if you’d even let me have you if I lost. Or if you’d taunt me through the weekend and send me home without a touch. Or farm me out to your friends, whoever they were and however they played. It was all a bit scary, yet at the same time, surprisingly and deeply arousing. As for winning, I know where I would take you - back to your submission, back to a place you had left behind, while now and then giving you the reins, or the illusion of them, then snatching them back before you get too comfortable. Making you watch me with others, or watch others play right in front of you, while being edged endlessly. And me savoring the view of your struggle to dominate, but not allowing you that chance for more than a temptation’s moment. All in all, it felt like a bet worth taking. One way or another, I would have you, or come as close as I could to that. One way or the other, one of us would submit to the luckier oner’s depraved will. And the truth of desire always wins out. Something told me that I would win this bet. I was already making a list of toys and friends to employ, and seeing visions of you pleading to be taken, after a day of wicked denial. Then it was time to roll the dice. It was time to choose which one of us would be owned without boundaries for three ...