under Her control -reversal – part 3 (FemDom- fiction)

Six months elapsed quickly. Lonny was staying over about 2-3 nights a week. She had officially taken him on as her submissive after that date at her house. After he had spent that night answering all her questions with ernest enthusiasm and letting her do whatever she pleased to him.

And during those 6 months she had grown a bit dependent of his love and nurturing. Lonny had even asked if he could move in full-time and so she felt the need to sit and reevaluate the whole thing.

Where were they headed? Lonny was devoting his entire life to her. He was always available to her. He took care of all the housework, scheduled maintenance, helped her with errands and work related chores.

He was becoming an intricate part of her life. She had grown extremely fond of him and while she held off telling him she loved him for the first few months. She found herself replying that she loved him too one evening as they laid in bed after a glorious night of sex and realized she actually did and wasn’t just saying it. Even though she hadn’t planned on saying it.

But…. moving in would make Lonny even more dependant on her financially, while she would probably be more dependant on him emotionally. She already missed him on the nights he stayed at his place.

He had taken a substitute teacher position a month into formalizing their relationship. He wanted to be sure he was available for her at any given moment and never took a job without asking her first. She hadn’t asked him for any of that but his nature was to serve and once she became this priority nothing else mattered to him much.

She tried to encourage him to do more things for himself: hobbies, volunteer work. She tried to encourage him to start a home based business. She even offered him seed money. He had told her that she needed him far more than she realized and he was probably right.

But she was 52, he was only 39. She had been married, had grown children, and she wasn’t sure it was fair to deny him the things she had already done. They hadn’t discussed marriage but she knew he was for it. They had discussed children though and he didn’t seem to think he was missing out, especially because he worked with them already.

And last month in an act of solidarity and devotion to her he had gotten her name tattooed on his ass. He gave her final approval of the size, font and placement. But she genuinely liked his selections and just gave him the green light.

And boy did she like seeing him branded, as hers. It added something to their sex life when she was riding him hard, plunging her strap-on into his ass, making him moan and writhe in pleasure. Even when she was hurting him, spanking him, whipping him, seeing her name made it all the more real in her mind that he was really hers.

It wasn’t fair to let him move-in, set up his entire life around hers and not know where this was going, what his future would be, no security for him. She knew what that was like.

Early in her marriage before she knew and asserted her dominance her ex had made it clear he didn’t want her working. She then depended on him for everything and absolutely hated it.

When she finally revolted, got her business degree and started working, it created a huge rift between them. But she never looked back and as soon as the kids were old enough she petitioned for a divorce.

They were incompatible in so many ways, but primarily they were both dominants and could not see eye to eye on anything or concede to each other in any way.

It was his way or none. Where she didn’t feel she had to comply having her own goals and finances in order. But they were still amicable and part of each other’s lives as co-parents.

In fact, Lonny and Jeff actually got along great and Jeff had Lonny over frequently for watching sports or playing video games; neither of which Othelia cared for.

Was she going to marry Lonny? As of now she was truly enjoying all aspects of their relationship. But she always thought she would never marry again.

Except Lonny was more than she could ever ask for. He was a truly wonderful man and she felt so lucky to have him in her life, to have his love and care.

She really didn’t know. This was a crossroad she hadn’t anticipated. She had put other men off easily before, without hesitation, but Lonny was different. Lonny was very special to her. She would have to really think about this, but not tonight.

Tonight Lonny had something special planned. He wouldn’t tell her what, but he had planned this night for over a week. He had asked her to take off work and booked her a spa day; mani/pedi, massage, blow out, waxing. Whatever else this night held, she was very excited for it.

She walked in at 5pm, exactly when he had asked her to be home. He had a light appetizer meal set out. He greeted her lovingly: taking her coat and purse. Kissing her affectionately, he undressed her slowly (with no protest on her part) and draped her into her soft, red, silk robe and fluffy black slippers. She watched him curiously wondering what he had in store.

They talked about their days as they fed each other morsels of the fabulous platter he had arranged. They laughed and kissed and fell into their natural rhythm. He was such a soft cloud of love.

She had started to forget there was more when he abruptly fell to his knees before her, parted her legs gently and started soaking up her scent. He kissed, licked, sucked and teased her voraciously. Smothering his entire face into her pussy. Then just as quickly he pulled her up and led her into the bedroom.

The bed had a giant plastic tarp on it with towels laid all around the floor. She looked at him quizzically. He undressed quickly and gently pulled her robe off and nudged her to the bed. He laid her on her stomach and she felt the cold oil pour all over her body. So much oil.

Now she knew what the towels where for. She wanted to laugh but he started spreading the oil on and around every part of her body and the sensations quickly took her away.

When he had covered her entire body amply he got on top of her and rubbed his body against hers. The oil created this fun, wet, wild experience where motions could not be controlled. They rolled all over the bed, sliding around and giggling like little kids.

He then asked permission to top her. Which she didn’t allow much, but it had been a long time and she did enjoy it.

Once he had the green light he picked up the handcuffs she had missed seeing on the nightstand. There was also an eye mask, a vibrator, rope and a whip. What had she just authorized, she wondered.

She knew that he knew her limits well. This was play and she was ultimate in full control. He knew all her edges pretty well by now, so she wasn’t worried at all. She gave in to him completely and let him have his fun.

He asked her what her pain desire was for today. She told him probably a 6, which meant he could make her scream, but not cry. He could also leave small marks on her but nothing in a noticeable area and no deep welts.

He put the mask on her face after the handcuffs. He then tied the handcuffs to the middle of the headboard loosely. So she could be flipped and moved but had limited capacity to put her arms down.

She moaned. She had forgotten how good it felt to just let everything go. She needed this and he knew it. She needed the release of all the pressure of always making every decision, of always thinking everything through. She needed to let herself go into subspace sometimes to remember for herself the deep pleasure there was to be had there. And it helped her be an even better Dominant.

He bit her ass, long and hard. That was going to leave a mark. Then he stroked his hard cock against her openings, clit to ass, clit to ass. The oil was making it impossible to contain her excitement and desire. She moaned in the way he knew meant “fuck me now”.

But he had so much more in store for her. He flipped her over and smacked her face hard, but not too hard. “Who’s are you?” he asked.

“Yours” came her quick reply “all yours, only yours.” she followed up.

“Very good!” he said “and I may fuck you or I may tease you endlessly all night.” and he chuckled softly. Her pussy also denied her dominance and got extremely wet to prove it.

And she thought to herself…..maybe she did need to marry this boi.

To be continued….

Author: porngirl3

I have always enjoyed reading and writing. Maybe because I have always been on the quiet and reclusive side; which most people may not guess at first glance or if seeing me in a social setting, especially around people I am comfortable with but it’s also not something I have an issue with. I need solitude to recharge. Writing gives me the peace and time to renew myself...here that is offered to you for your enjoyment and pleasure as well. I hope. Lol

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