My long-term friend, Sarah, suggested we go to watch a film of her choice. I have always had a crush on her
so was very willing. I had even made a couple of embarrassing passes at her in the past, been gently rejected, but still besotted.
A Tale of Dominance: A Cinematic Awakening
Anyway, we met at her house and walked to the cinema and sat down. Then the film started. It was in Spanish but that was not the most intriguing aspect. It transpired this was the story of a married couple where she was in total control. Pretty extreme as well with him being tied up/caged at night and she would entertain other lovers. WTF! This was mainstream cinema and not porn as such with little or no explicit action.
The actual plot was a bit unclear to me and seemed mostly focussed, on the dynamic and the extent to which the husband was willing to be humiliated. It looks as though he did not like being cuckolded but seemed enthralled and not able to break out of the relationship.
Whilst I was trying to follow the dialogue and plot I felt my blood pumping into my nether regions and almost before I knew it I had a raging hard-on. Perhaps not so surprising given I had always felt a yearning for a Dominant woman but still the strength and speed of the erection did take me by surprise and I blushed with embarrassment. Also, I must have squirmed a bit due to the discomfort and even pain as my erection was restrained by my trousers. I wanted to reach down to readjust but didn’t dare to draw attention to myself.
Then I felt someone’s hand moving in from the side and discovering my throbbing bulge, and, causing it to strain even harder against its restraints. I am sure a moan escaped my lips at this point but quickly suppressed.
Whispers of Dominance: A Cinematic Surrender
Otherwise, I was frozen in place, willing my friend to continue her confident actions. She held the shaft of my cock through the fabric and it was such a gentle yet dominant action. The film was still going on at this point but I had lost all focus.
I felt her fingers leave my cock and try to slip under my trousers’ waistband but my belt was too tight. Also, I felt her looking at me but couldn’t turn to look at her as I was in turmoil. I was aware that the fact that I had such a hard-on watching such a relationship on film was all too revealing of my predilections and equally ashamed and excited. She was then whispering to me to loosen my trousers. Just a gentle authoritative demand. I quickly complied, hoping no one would notice but beyond caring too much, then moved my hands away.
I can’t describe the overwhelming sensation of feeling her hand slipping past my belly and under my trousers and underpants and sliding onto my painfully aroused manhood. All I was concentrating on was not moaning and not sure I was entirely successful. She then brought her other hand over so she could swing my cock from its sticking out position to be pointing back up my body although not exactly flat. Surely my neighbor must have been aware even though pitch black.
Hopefully, he was enjoying the film as much as I had been. I probably wasn’t far off cumming but Sarah just relaxed back holding my shaft but without moving and re-focussing on the film. For want of anything else to
do, I did likewise while my mind raced with the implications of Sarah’s calm acceptance of my erection and assertive confident actions.
Unveiled Desires: The Allure of the Dominant Woman
The rest of the film was something of a blur but my erection was maintained throughout. I had never felt so aroused and my suppressed feelings were dancing a jig.
As we made our way out of the cinema we were silent. Even for some of the walk home. Then she remarked that I was somewhat aroused during the film. I tried to joke that she had been holding my cock after all but she pointed out it was fully aroused before her hands went near it and asked what had turned me on so much.
The wife hadn’t been such a beauty but was voluptuous so simply said the actress was so attractive. She persisted saying that she had seen several films with me with some of the beautiful and sexy women in the world on the screen.
Then, she added she had never seen me so aroused. Rather than questioning how she would know if I had a semi or not, I mumbled something inaudible. I felt she was playing with me.
- ‘Perhaps’ she said with an amused tone and curl of her lips ’but I want to hear it from you’.
I managed to come out with
- ‘because she was so dominant’
Whilst embarrassing I also felt a flood of relief admitting this out loud to Sarah. I had almost said something along these lines many times but had shied away. I now suspected she was well aware of this, hence the choice of film.
- ‘So if you could have the most beautiful woman in the world who was non-assertive or an ugly
dominant woman, who would you choose?’
Tears for a Dominant Woman: A Confession of Desire
I managed a nervous laugh and declared that I was a man and would never pass up the most beautiful woman in the world! I then spoilt that confident declaration somewhat by adding
- ‘At least for one night’.
Sarah persisted and asked
- Over medium to long-term?
I couldn’t hide anymore. I tried to stammer somewhat. Then, I allowed myself to admit I would choose a dominant woman every time. Again, it felt good to admit that. I was, also, grateful to Sarah for leading me to being open about my feelings which I may never have done left to my own devices.
At this point, I felt my eyes well up and even a tear falling down my cheek. I reached up to brush it away but Sarah told me to leave it as she liked to see me cry. I couldn’t help feeling that this might be a harbinger of things to come but obeyed without question and stood there stupidly as my tears coursed down my face, over my lips, and into my jacket.
She moved closer and reached her hand up to caress my cheek and wipe my tears and asked me whether she was plain. I hastily mumbled that she was far more than plain. She looked me in the eyes as she brought her finger back to her lips and licked my tears.
- ‘And am I a dominant woman?’
She had always been assertive but I was just able to nod assent.
- ‘So you would prefer me than the most beautiful woman in the world?’
I found my voice to unnecessarily confirm that was very much the case.
Commanded by Desire: A Dominant Woman’s Directive
She continued to look me in the eye as a smile broke out on her face. She looked flushed and I was shocked to realize she was aroused herself.
- ‘Good!’ is all she said and turned to carry on walking home.
I hurried to catch up with her and again we were silent. My mind was far from silent! Up to this point, it had crossed my mind that Sarah was just playing with me, having some light-hearted fun.
Whilst that would have been fun for me too I was already painfully aware that I wanted far more than that. Now I was sure this was real and important for her as well and my heart swelled in response.
As we got in Sarah told me to go into the living room as she got us some wine.
- ‘Oh, and take off your clothes and wait for me!’
Just casually said but with a quiet authority. I stammered
- ‘All of them?’.
She just raised an eyebrow and went off in search of some wine. You can be sure I hastily disrobed, being careful to put my clothes neatly in a pile, even as I was shaking.
To be continued
