One Last Stand
I a song where the singer said, “I don’t like small cars or big women but every time I’m high, I find myself in one.” Well I don’t get high anymore but my friends still tell me that lyric is about me. But the next big woman I met would be the undoing of my adventurous and wild days.
I was sitting at the bar with a few friends of mine. They were drinking their alcohol drinks and I was sipping on my Diet Coke. They were here to get drunk and dance and I was here to bed someone down for the night. As they left me at the bar, I noticed a heavy woman, possibly of Indian or maybe even Sri Lankan descent, looking over at me. She was darker than a lot of black women I know. Her lips were full kissing lips and without any makeup, were dark and beautiful. As I stared back, iring the voluptuous goddess in front of me, she started to walk towards me.
She walked right up to me and said, “Hi handsome. Can I buy you a drink?”
I said, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
She said, “Men take too long. I know what I want so why should I wait for you to take the initiative?”
Then she extended her hand to shake mine and said, “My name is Kamani.”
I shook her hand back and said, “My name is Nathaniel but my friends call me Nathan. And you can buy me a soda but I quit alcohol years ago.”
She looked at me and it almost felt predatory. Still holding my hand and locking my gaze she said, “Then how am I supposed to get you drunk and have my way with you?”
I said, “A beautiful woman like you doesn’t need to get me drunk. The only question is your place or mine?”
She said, “Mine. I have a few toys at home to enhance the experience.”
When I had a one night stand, and I had a lot of them, I tried not to spend the night. This was about sex and nothing else. I did not want to create any unnecessary emotional bonds by sleeping together and having breakfast together. I never shared this plan but it was my plan none the less.
As soon as we got inside her place she pushed me up against the door that had just closed behind us and began kissing me. As we were kissing, I felt her start undressing me and then her lips moved down to my nipples. I was lost in ecstasy faster than I had ever been before and the next thing I knew, I was hard as a rock. She reached down, took my cock into her hand, and said, “Tonight, this will belong to me.”
She put a death grip on my cock and pulled it as she said, “This is your leash” and then led me to the bedroom.
Kamani took charge in the bedroom and for the first time that I could , I completely followed a woman’s lead during sex. It was wild because I gave her multiple orgasms and she was not showing any signs of reciprocating the pleasure. Several hours in, my face muscles were sore from giving her oral over and over. I was hard for so long, my balls hurt. Finally, somewhere around 2 am, she rolled on top of me and said, “Your turn.”
She pushed me back onto the bed, pinned my legs with her body, and said, “Do you like being pinned?”
At this point I would agree to anything. But for some reason I was actually enjoying the feeling of being pinned. She wrapped her lips around my cock and began giving me a blow job at the same time her hand stroked. The pleasure was mind blowing and as I started to reach that point of no return she said, “You will not cum without asking permission.”
Between gasps for air I said, “May I cum Kamani?”
She said, “No not yet.”
I had never really been able to stop an orgasm but when she denied permission I somehow found the ability to stop the climax. She kept the pleasure going until the pleasure became unbearable. She took her mouth off and said, “Ask again.”
I asked again and she said, “Count out loud from fifteen to zero and when you reach zero you will cum. Once you are finished cumming you will sleep and not awaken until morning.”
She put her mouth back down on my cock and I counted down to zero. The orgasm was insane. And being pinned allowed her to pleasure me way past my normal level of pleasure that I can actually tolerate. I screamed and tried to spin away from her mouth but she stayed on and kept stroking and it felt like I was going to stop breathing. She finally stopped sucking and stroking, climbed up next to me, put her head on my chest, and said, “Goodnight sweetie.”
My plan to escape without spending the night was already gone. I think I was asleep before her head even hit my chest. When I woke up she was no longer next to me and the sun was coming through the blinds on her windows. I started to sit up but it felt like something pulled me back down into the bed. I tried to lift my head to see what was holding me down but I quickly realized that something was also holding my head in place. Then I heard Kamani’s voice say, “Good morning Sleeping Beauty. Don’t struggle. You cannot escape until I release you.”
I said, “What are you doing to me?
She said, “I loved how easily you surrendered to me last night. You obeyed, you served, you enjoyed being pinned, and the mere suggestion that you could not cum was enough to keep you from having your orgasm. You are exactly what I have been looking for. You thought you were going to have a one night stand with me. But think of this as your last night stand because when I am done with you today, you will be my submissive slave.”
I tried pulling against the restraints and she laughed saying, “I can assure you that those are escape proof. Don’t worry baby, I know you will enjoy being my slave.”
I said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
She said, “It’s time for you to settle down and serve just one woman. Don’t think of this as something that I am doing to you, think of it as something I am doing for you. I am just unlocking the submissive little boy trapped inside you. Now open wide.”
Before I even knew what was happening she poured a disgusting liquid down my throat. I said, “What the hell was that?”
She smiled and said, “It’s a combination of drugs. One will keep you hard so you can’t go soft as I stimulate you sexually. The other is just hydrocodone to keep you a little numb so you don’t cum too quickly. The last is a hypnotic to increase your suggestibility. The combination of them will leave you helplessly at my mercy.”
To my surprise my cock leapt to life and sprung up like I was being physically touched. She grabbed it and said, “Just as I thought. You my friend are a closet submissive and it is time to come out of the closet.”
A humming sound with a background thumping sound came on. It wasn’t music but it immediately had a calming effect on me. Then a light on her ceiling came on and began flashing in sync with the thumping sound. Even when I closed my eyes, I could see the light through my eyelids. I did not realize it right away but the sounds and the lights had caused me to stop fighting against the restraints and she had not even uttered a single word yet.
Kamani reached down and began to gently stroke me. She said, “It feels so good when your mistress strokes your cock. Your cock is so obedient and it grows for me anytime I want it to grow. Your brain is linked to your cock and as you become more and more aroused, you find it harder and harder to think for yourself. Every stroke, up and down, up and down, makes it so difficult to think. Your mind is melting from my hypnotic voice and your cock taking over all thoughts. What is taking over all your thoughts dear?”
I was floating and was a bit surprised to hear my own voice respond back to her saying, “My cock.”
She giggled and said, “That’s a good boy. You are surprised at how easily you are losing control to me. You are finding it more and more difficult to think for yourself. You need a beautiful and dominant woman like me to think for you. Just focus on all the pleasure in your cock and let my words play in your mind as you fall deeper and deeper under my control. Your mind is useless now and all it cares about is pleasure. Just focus on your cock and let my words soak deep into your subconscious mind.”
I knew she was speaking. I could hear her words but I couldn’t seem to focus on anything she was saying. I tried to think, I tried to listen so I could block what she was telling me, but the only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted to cum. She said, “What are you thinking about right now slave?”
I desperately panted out the words, “my cock” as she continued to mercilessly stroke me into a frenzy.
She said, “That’s my good boy. You are mine now. Your purpose in life is to serve me and obey me. You live to serve me and you love to obey. The only time you can feel any sexual pleasure is after you have made me orgasm. Without me cumming first, sex is meaningless and without pleasure for you. The housework, the cleaning, the dishes, and everything else to keep a house running efficiently belongs to you now. You are happiest seeing me relaxing while you do everything around the house. Now be a good boy and tell me why you live and what you love.”
I dreamily replied, “I live to serve you and I love to obey.”
She said, “I have a few girlfriends from Sri Lanka that like to come over a few times a month. When they come over you will wear a maid outfit and you will refer to me as Mistress. You will bow your head to them and call them Miss. You are my slave but you will be subservient to each and every one of my girlfriends when they are here.”
After a few months I settled into my new life. When I came home from a hard day at work, nothing was more relaxing than giving my mistress a foot rub while she watched television. Once I was done with her massage, I would make dinner and clean. I was permitted to bring he to orgasm several times a week but only once or twice a month for myself. She said it reinforced my submissiveness when I wasn’t allowed to orgasm. And as she predicted, I had never been happier.
Every coupe of weeks or so, her friends would come over. It was a novelty to them at first to see me in a maid outfit, bowing down to them, and waiting on them hand and foot but they eventually got used to it. One friend of Kamani’s was a particularly aggressive woman and anytime I brought her food or drink, she would grab my balls. She would squeeze until I gagged and then call me a bitch. I have no idea why but I loved when she did this. One day she squeezed so hard that I fell to the ground. Without even being told, I thanked her for the pain. My entire life had changed and my only regret was that I hadn’t found this new life sooner.