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This is a story about sexual Domination between two consenting adults. All sexual contact should be consensual and be between two adults.
Thank you for bearing with me. I moved from one state to another and have had some struggle with how to end this story. I hope to hear from you. Please let me know how you liked it. I tried to take all of the comments that people have emailed me (and I am incredibly grateful to each person who took the time to write!) into consideration but I also had a very specific end in my mind and I had to stay as true to that as possible. Thank you and enjoy!
Twelve Days of Domination-12
I could hear the shower running and Daniel hummed quietly while I stood there, looking at myself while I felt the dry semen pinch my skin. I went into the bathroom and he heard my footsteps and pulled aside the curtain.
"Come in, pup." He stepped aside and I entered the shower. He maneuvered my body in front of his and kissed along the back of my neck. Taking a washcloth, Daniel gently rubbed my back and shoulders with the wet cloth. He slowly turned me around and told me to close my eyes. He took his time, wiping my face with a tenderness that hadn't been there twenty minutes ago when he was fucking me. I didn't open my eyes when he ran the cloth down my back to the crack of my ass. I clenched my cheeks when he rubbed it against my hole.
"It's okay. I just want to clean you up. Does that hurt?" I nodded and leaned forward, resting the top of my head against the tile, feeling the water run down my back. He reached down again and carefully rubbed around my hole. I made myself relax, so I wouldn't clamp up with the cloth inside. He pulled it away and dropped it on the bottom of the shower. Reaching around me Daniel turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He wiped himself dry and then gave me a hand to help me out of the shower. He patted me down with the same towel and took my hand. I followed and he led me to the bedroom. I watched while he dressed casually, jeans and a t-shirt and sweater. Then he grabbed the shirt he'd worn this morning and a pair of sweatpants. Daniel tossed them to me and had me dress in the clothes he'd worn when he left this morning. I could smell him on them. He grabbed a coat that was more casual than the one I'd worn to his place and took one for himself.
"You look nice dressed in my clothes, pup." He inspected me as if I were trying on a tuxedo. "Very nice." He kissed my cheek. "Especially the fact that those sweatpants don't hide the fact that I make you hard." Putting a hand on my back, he steered me to the door. By the time we got to the lobby and past the doorman, I was able to look down at myself and not see a tent in my pants. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. "I don't care if you have a hard-on. It shows everyone you think I'm hot. Maybe, later on, I'll have you walk over to a stranger and have you tell them how you think I'm hot. Maybe you'll beg me for my piss in front of a waiter. Or a cashier. Or in front of a sweet, little, old lady." He paused, his eyes focused on my crotch. "Maybe we'll go to a bar and you'll crawl to me. Maybe we'll go to a movie and you'll want to smell me, so you'll lie down in the floor of the theatre and take off my shoes and let me rest my feet on your face." He laughed and took his arm from around my shoulder, lightly smacking my hard cock.
Daniel looked at me. "It seems as if you like those ideas. Is that true?" I nodded. "And did you ever think you'd like them? Did you ever think they would excite you?" I shook my head. "Well, I suppose we'll have to see what kind of mood I'm in later on, won't we?" He smiled at my discomfort and we went for a long walk.
We ended up at a midafternoon movie, settling in towards the middle of the theatre while a foreign film played. Daniel kept one hand on my thigh, gently rubbing me. I enjoyed the film, sometimes trying to get by with my High School French, rather than reading the subtitles, but with him touching me I was having a difficult time keeping my focus.
Daniel moved his hand up my leg, pushing it down the front of the sweatpants I was wearing and began stroking my cock. I moaned slightly and knew I was leaking some pre cum, hoping he wouldn't smear the front of the sweatpants with it. As much as I wanted to please Daniel, however I could, I wasn't sure I was ready for such a public display of service. He just kept watching the movie, jerking me slowly. I gripped the arm rest of the chair to stop myself from grabbing his hand. Each time my breath quickened and he could tell I was close, he would pull his hand out of the pants. If his hand was wet, he would hold it up for me to lick clean. I don't think he ever looked at me while he was doing this. He would laugh softly under his breath each time my body would shift into a new position, desperate with desire. Daniel played my body, enjoying my helpless responses.
Finally he let me go and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the movie, enjoying me trying to catch my breath and not grab my dick and jerk myself to orgasm. We stayed in the seats until the end of the credits and he took my hand as we stood up.
"I could use some coffee, puppy." I don't know why, but his smile caught me off guard. It was open and kind and lovely. We walked a few blocks and he pointed out some buildings to me. He knew more about the architecture and the history of the city than I did and we went to some coffee bar a few blocks from my place. It was a bit more crowded than I'd seen it, as it was chilly outside. We ended up standing close to each other towards the back of the place. Neither of us talked much, we just warmed up a little bit with our coffee and tea, enjoying each other in silence.
A man I didn't recognize came up to us and said hello to Daniel. It was clear they knew eaxh other and Daniel spoke with him for a few minutes, not involving me in their chat. The man leaned into Daniel's ear, lingering a bit too long for my taste but I held back, just watching them. Daniel introduced me, letting his hand linger on my neck, intimately and possessively. The man, Jared, smiled at me, as if I were something inconsequntial and laid his hand on Daniel's chest. I actually took a step forward and growled, before Daniel's hand closed tighter on the back of my neck.
"Heel," he said, speaking into my ear. I immediately stepped behind him still feeling a low, guttural noise in my throat and he talked to the man for another minute before we left.
I started to say something, I don't even remember what it was when we got out onto the street, but he turned to me. "We'll discuss it when we get back," he turned away and I followed him back to his place, one step behind him the entire way.
When he opened the door to his apartment, I was almost a wreck. He didn't seem angry, exactly, but he wasn't speaking to me either. He held the door open for me and steered me inside none too gently.
"Living room. Knees. Now."
Shit, I thought to myself. He was really angry.
He must have left me there alone for at least two minutes, my palms and face sweaty and red, waiting for the punishment I knew was coming.
His voice came from the doorway, but I kept my eyes on the floor, feeling the scratch of his carpet under my knees. "I do not take on more than one boy at a time. For me, the beginning, this part of what we do, requires too much trust and intimacy. I've tried training more than one at a time, but it's not something I can do. The fact that you decided to get aggressive with someone who was flirting with me because you were jealous is unacceptable. You need to remember that you need to treat everyone with the same respect that you treat me. Do you understand what I'm saying, pup?" I nodded my head, still not looking at him. He paused for a long time and I could see his feet come around in front of me. "That being said, I have to admit, it was very sexy to see you get aggressive." I slowly lifted my head to look at him. "I liked that." I smiled at him. "Don't get cocky, puppy. If you do it again, there will be consequences." I nodded. "I want you to get dressed and sleep in your own bed tonight, puppy. Tomorrow is going to be the toughest lesson for you." I started to stand to get my clothes from the bedroom. "Hands and knees. No one said you could stand." He grabbed a magazine and read while I crawled to get my clothes.
"Don't bother. You can wear my clothes home tonight. When you come tomorrow, I'll expect you to bring them back." He didn't say anything else as I crawled slowly to the door, anxious and off kilter. "Be here at noon."
I didn't sleep very well, but I curled my body around a couple of pillows, pretending they were Daniel and I managed to finally doze off. I woke up earlier than I wanted, but I was up and so I went to the gym, trying not to focus on what was going to happen. I went home, showered and shaved carefully, ate lightly. I didn't know if I was going to get flogged or beaten, or who knew what else, but I figured I should have as little in my stomach as possible. I was ahead of schedule and stood waiting outside his building for ten minutes. The doorman smiled at me and waved, remembering my face by now.
I went to his door and rang the bell. It took a minute but Daniel answered it and held it open for me. He hadn't shaved and the dark stubble around his chin was acting as a magnet to my tongue. I really wanted to throw myself at him. I stood there for a minute, unsure what to do, as he kissed me. He walked into the living room and I followed him.
He sat on the couch and turned the TV off. He gestured to the sofa and I sat carefully on the other side.
He looked at me for a minute. "Before we get to today's lesson, I want to ask you some questions, okay, puppy?" I nodded. "This is the twelfth day we've spent together; if we include the days you've been on your own, we started this over two weeks ago. Tell me what you liked least about what I've been trying to teach you."
I hesitated. I was not someone who spoke very much, nor was I given to introspection, so it was a little tough for me, even in the time we'd spent together it was more about me learning from him than sharing my own thoughts.
He stared at me, waiting patiently for my answer.
"Well, I'm still not used to the taste of your piss."
He laughed. "I figured that's what you'd say."
"It's not that I don't enjoy it. I do. I mean, I enjoy having a part of you inside me. It makes me feel like there's some connection to you when we're not touching. It's just hard for me to get used to, that's all I mean."
"It's fine, pup. There are no right or wrong answers. I just want to know what you're feeling."
"What I like best is smelling you." I blushed and stumbled over my words. "I love the way I can taste you on my tounge and smell you at the same time. I don't remember the last time I slept as well as when I had my face in your armpit." I was almost rambling now, but I couldn't stop. "I like the way that I feel safe when you're around. I like the way you're patient with me, but it scares me how much I want to please you. It scares me that I'm not scared at all to do these things I hadn't even thought about a year ago. It scares me that because we know some of the same people they'll know what goes on between us, but it scares me that I don't care." I paused and sucked in some extra breath. "Sorry."
He reached out and touched my face. "Don't ever be sorry about the way you feel, puppy. You may be sorry about the way you present something to me but don't ever be sorry about telling me how you feel. I can promise you, I will never be angry with you for sharing your feelings with me." He leaned back and looked at me. "Is there anything else you'd like to share with me, pup?"
"I know you asked what I liked the least, and, honestly, I don't like getting spanked, but at the same time, it feels like," I paused here. "It feels like something I needed. I feel like even if I don't like something it doesn't matter because it brings me closer to you. I'm sorry. Does that sound desperate or needy or sick? I just...I just want you to be happy with me."
Daniel took a long time to answer me. "Puppy, this journey is something that I enjoy taking you on with me. I am very happy with you and I hope you remain happy. But if you change your mind. If you want out or want something different, all you have to do is tell me."
I nodded again and he lifted my chin, as he'd done so much the last twelve times we met and forced me to look in his eyes. "Today's lesson is going to be very hard for you. But it's one that all subs should learn. I'm not a sadist, pup. I enjoy your pain but it's not my goal. My goal is your total submission. I haven't got that quite yet. You may think I do, but it's a process that can't happen in two weeks or two months. The reason that this lesson needs to happen is that subs like you need to understand that having the responsibility of caring for another human being is difficult." He stroked the side of my face with his hand. "The lesson today is that I'm not going to give you orders. I'm not going to dictate every move you make. This is going to be hard for you because puppies need structure, but I can't always be there to tell you what to do. This is why I said I wanted a sub who thinks on their own. I do not want to tell you when to shit or when to blink or when to spend money. You should know enough of me by now to know what I want without me spanking you. You're a smart man and I want you to take this as me trusting you not punishing you." Daniel leaned back into the sofa. "This shouldn't paralyze you, pup. It should empower you." He smiled at me, and I stayed still for a few minutes, before I took his feet in my hands and began to massage him.
He grabbed the remote and turned on an old back and white movie and I simply massaged him while we watched. Now and then we'd talk about the movie, about our mutual friends. It was harder than I thought it would be, not taking his orders. I wanted him to tell me what to do, but knew that what he wanted was to relax and enjoy himself. And I wanted to make him happy. The next few hours were, well, the only word I can think of is soft. We just talked mostly. I massaged his feet and made him lunch and did his laundry. Daniel's laundry was a different experience than it was the other day. It wasn't stressful at all. It was incredibly sexy and I got to know more about him during the time we chatted while I folded his clothes. It wasn't something where I felt he was taking advantage of me. I wanted to do things for him. I wanted him to relax and enjoy himself. I wanted him to feel like a king.
When I was putting his tshirts in a drawer, I felt his arms come around me and spin me around in a circle. Daniel fumbled with the button of my jeans, and I felt his chest against my back. He finally popped the button on my jeans and pushed them to my knees. He moved me so that the front of my body was pressed against the wall and he pushed away from me for a minute.
"Don't move." I felt him return and the cool, wet feeling of lube hit my hole. He didn't ease inside of me as he'd done the first night we spent together, he pushed himself half way in and I gasped from the sudden intrusion. "You feel so good, puppy. Let me in." His breath was hot on my neck, his voice gruff and intense in my ear and I felt his arm wrap itself around my neck, half choking me, half cradling me. He grunted and I felt him, balls deep inside me. He didn't pull out. Instead he circled his hips, leaving his length inside me. I felt my hand curl into a fist on the wall as I tried to catalog all of the sensations running through my body. He pulled out about half way and thrust back in, causing my body to rub against the wall. He tightened his arm just slightly and grabbed at his forearm. He immediately loosened his arm but didn't let go completely. His other hand went to my lips and I felt his fingers push past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers while he pushed inside of me. I could feel he wasn't holding back or edging himself. He wanted to get off, he wanted to be with me when he came and when he pulled himself from me I could hear him ripping the condom off his cock while he pulled on my shirt to throw me face up on the bed. He didn't straddle me, because I don't think he could have held himself off while he climbed on top of me. He just pushed his body in between my knees and jerked himself twice before he shot on my crotch, his semen landing in my pubes and on my cock. His legs were shaking from the intensity of his orgasm but I stood up, too close to the bed to really steady him, but I held him close to me, feeling his heart beat slowly return to normal as our chests pressed together.
Daniel wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground, pushing me back onto the bed. He crawled on top of me, letting his body smear his cum into my body. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. It was some time before either of us spoke, both of us wanting to prolong the moment of perfection for as long as we could.
"Puppy, I want to ask you a question, but I don't want you to think of it as bad." He rolled off of me and rested a hand on my chest. "You like to come by rubbing on my leg. Do you like that better than jerking or having me jerk you?"
I nodded slowly. "I think so. I used to do it years ago. Hump my pillow when I was a kid, but now..I think it just makes me feel more like your pup. Do you not like it?"
He smiled. "I like it very much. I was just curious. Sometimes a cigar is just a sexy puppy rubbing his hard cock against his owner's leg until said puppy shoots." He rolled me on top of him and I slowly ground my dick against his leg. We kissed for a long time and later on, after a shower, after dinner, after the late news, he pulled me against his body, snuggling me close to his armpit, his arm around me, holding me both gently and powerfully.
"So, puppy, these twelve days, you've had a good time?" I nodded into his side, feeling my eyes get heavy with sleep. "Good. Sleep well." He kissed my forehead and I slept, dreaming of playing fetch and folding laundry and smelling Daniel's scent. I slept well, just like he ordered.