I was sat in my big armchair thinking about how I could get out of the really bad mood I was in. Then suddenly my thoughts got disturbed by a knock on the front door. This of course just annoyed me even more.
I almost threw the door open and was ready to moan at whoever it was when I saw it was my neighbour. Paul was standing there looking scared as if I was about to eat him.
He held out a glass dish and quickly said, “Sherry asked me to bring this back to you, sorry if it’s a bad time.”
I then felt a little guilty and said, “I’m sorry Paul, I’m in a really bad mood. Thanks for returning this, can I offer you a coffee or anything?”
My offer was only out of politeness and I had hoped he was going to say no thanks but of course he accepted. I rolled my eyes as he took a seat in my front room, I made him a quick and instant coffee. I didn’t make myself one as I hoped this would be a sign for him to not stay long.
We started to have some general chit chat and I felt I should again try and make it clear how I was feeling as I didn’t want him to think I was being rude.
“Paul, I am sorry I am not much fun or talkative but as I said I am having a bad time lately and in a bit of a bad mood today.”
“Can I do anything or should I leave?” He replied, taking a sip of his coffee straight afterwards.
For some unknown reason I verbally exploded with all my issues. Every problem I was having at that moment came out with all my feelings and emotions. I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know how long I went on for, but I remember Paul sitting there looking at me; shock and horror written all over his face at what I had said.
I finally stopped talking and held a cushion over my face to make sure I didn’t say anymore.
“I never saw you as a submissive to be honest as sometimes you can be…” he hesitated and didn’t finish the sentence.
“Bratty I know. Part of me becomes demanding and controlling but that is why I need a Master to control that. To have a Master makes me feel complete and someone to push back. I enjoy that,” I told him.
“Sorry I can’t help with that as I prefer to be the same as you.” His face went red as he told me.
My mouth dropped open at his admission and I had to follow up on it.
“Is your Mrs your Mistress?” I asked him.
“No, she isn’t and I beg you please don’t tell her. She won’t understand,” he begged me.
“Of course, I won’t,” I reassured him I would keep his secret.
I just sat there staring at him, I had so many questions. I didn’t want to scare him off but I wanted to know if a male and female submissives were alike. I hadn’t met a male submissive before so my mind started filling with questions faster than I could dismiss them.
There was one thing that I wanted to know. Telling a bloke you’re a sub isn’t always a good thing. They often feel like they can tell you to drop your panties and you will – instantly. Of course, that isn’t the case and I would only do that for my master and I wondered if he was slutty or obedient to a mistress only.
I stood up and walked over to him, not taking my eyes off him. I tried to put on my best demanding voice while keeping a stern look on my face.
“Take it out and let me see it!” I demanded, feeling a little odd as I did.
Paul’s mouth dropped open but he did it. He leant back on the sofa and pulled out a decent size semi-hard cock. I was impressed by it.
I put my hands on my hips and leant my head to one side. I pursed my lips for a more bossy stance and said, “Stroke it.”
He blushed, “I have been edging all morning so I am extremely sensitive,” he added.
I walked back to my chair and sat down with my legs crossed. It crossed my mind about using his cock, but if it was going to explode soon it would be a waste.
“Stroke it and count how long till you get to the edge. Don’t cum as I don’t want a mess on my sofa.” I ordered him.
I sat back and watched him, on a normal day watching that would have got me going but my mood wouldn’t allow it.
I switched looking between his face and his cock.
“Twelve seconds,” he breathed heavily as he let his rock hard cock go.
“Do it again. Another twelve seconds. And don’t cum,” I demanded.
I laid back and opened my legs. My panties showed, which were covering my smooth moist pussy. He told me when he had reached the edge but I didn’t think it was twelve seconds.
“Eat me,” I moaned and I watched as Paul dived into my pussy, “and stroke your cock while you lick me.”
I held his head there while his tongue switched between licking my clit and pushing itself into my hole.
“Fuck, you have a talented tongue!”
“Please can I cum?” he begged.
Slightly annoyed, I pushed his head back down to my pussy and said no.
I pulled his hair slightly so that I could control where he licked me. I took my breasts out of my top and I pulled on his hair as I guided his mouth to my nipple and his hand to my cunt.
“Make me cum,” I told him.
Paul’s fingers were as good as his tongue, maybe even better, and his tongue and mouth on my nipples felt amazing.
During sucking he begged to cum again. I realised I felt his hard cock rubbing against my leg.
“No, stop asking you little bitch,” I shouted.
His fingers fucking me showed me his frustration but I didn’t care. I was feeling so close to climax from when it had started to build up inside me.
Holding his head against my breasts, my legs tightened around his hand as I came. I screamed in pleasure. I gushed over his fingers. I made a mess on the chair but I didn’t care.
I laid there not letting him move as I came down from my high.
I took his hand and forced it softly into his mouth. He licked his fingers clean. I leant down and kissed him passionately tasting myself on his lips.
I held his face and told him “Now leave, my little slut. Go and make your wife cum hard a few times but you’re not allowed to. Give her the pleasure you crave. Come back tomorrow at this time.”
He went to speak but I told him to shush before he could. He let out a grunt and stood up.
“You know where the door is,” I said, pointing at it.
I walked off to the bathroom and heard the front door shut behind him. I don’t know how I feel to this day about controlling him but the next day I did cum three times and he came in his hand on his knees in front of me.
It seems that my bad mood worked for us both though.
