Feb 232012
 

It was our first time playing house for the weekend, with me still “playing” Domme. Fake it ’til you make it, right? Or maybe just fake it.

I left the front door unlocked and he had instructions to let himself in and come upstairs. I heard the front door open and close behind him, and after a few short moments, he was upstairs. Without any hesitation, he walked through the open bedroom door in his Friday business casual, car keys in one hand, messenger bag in the other. He closed the door behind him without looking at me or saying hello. It seemed strange that he would close the door, as I live alone and there’s no reason to close it.

Without the light coming in from the hall, the room looked dark and unfamiliar. I felt a little like a stranger in my own home, simultaneously aware of my own body and unaware of how it should move.

He finally looked at me, smiling broadly, and dropped his keys and bag to the floor where he stood. He left his hands down, palms facing me, looking open and inviting. I stepped towards him, touched his arms, and stretched up on my tiptoes to reach his face. At that moment, I wished I had kept my shoes on. Even in my my tallest heels, I’m no match for his height, but with them on, at least I can kiss him without losing my balance.

We kissed gently for a few moments and he seemed to soften a little. I slid my hands up over his arms and back down his chest and stomach. I curled my fingers into his belt loops and pulled him closer. He  leaned down and his kisses were slower, deeper, and softer. I held onto his waist, wrapped my leg around his, and melted into his mouth. Kissing him felt more comfortable than anything else.

Without breaking the kiss, he wrapped an arm around my waist and took a big step back, pulling me with him, nearly pulling me off my feet. I broke the kiss awkwardly, having to lean my torso and head against him–my leg was still wrapped around his and my fingers were still tangled in his belt loops. He was pinned between my awkward weight and the door, but I felt his cock stiffen against my stomach at this unexpected contact.

I untangled my leg and my fingers and found my balance. He widened his stance to bring his height down closer to mine. I kissed him again, leaning into him purposefully this time, and he relaxed and rested more of his weight against the door.

My mouth was moving, kissing appropriately, but my head was spinning. I was nervous to begin with and I hate being thrown off balance. I wasn’t sure what he was doing and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, and so I just kept kissing him.

After some time passed, it hit me. I realized he was in control of the situation. He had pulled me off my feet on purpose, in order to pin himself between my body and the door. He did it on purpose. I didn’t put him there–he put himself there, and he put me there, right where he wanted me. And now I was stupidly leaning into him, kissing him, with the illusion that I had pinned him against the door.

All at once, my nervousness disappeared and I found myself annoyed and strangely clear-headed. I opened my eyes and took his lower lip between my teeth and bit down hard enough to make him gasp. I didn’t let go until he winced. I pulled my face away from his, and he let his head fall back against the door.

I held his face and stroked his cheek, allowing my finger to softly trace the outside of his ear before I clamped down hard, pinching his earlobe between the nails of my thumb and middle finger. I clamped harder until he gasped again and I let go. I held his face roughly between my hands and pulled his lips towards mine, but not close enough to touch.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, whispering into his open, waiting mouth.

“Yes Ma’am” he whispered back.

“Fuck you,” I hissed, with more conviction that I thought I was capable of.

I squeezed his face tighter between my palms, adjusted my grip, and shoved his head back hard into the door, and then again, harder, and then a third time before I let him go.

His eyes rolled up in his head and his lids closed, and for a moment, I wondered if I had been too rough.

After a moment, his eyes opened, focused, and I saw a hint of a smile play across his face.

I was glad he was okay, but I didn’t return his smile. I dropped my hands to his waist and unbuttoned and unzipped his fly as quickly as I could. I tugged his pants down to his thighs–as far down as they would go with him in such a wide stance. I reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out and up over the waistband. I took a half step back to look at him leaning against the door, legs wide, and his pants around his thighs. He looked silly standing there with his cock hard, jutting out over his underwear, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I gripped his cock hard in my right hand and pulled him forward, throwing him off balance and forcing him to take a step toward me. As he recovered his balance and straightened his legs, his pants fell down around his ankles.

I led him towards the bed by the cock and he shuffled behind me, pants still at his ankles. I stepped far enough past the bed to pull him into it. I yanked his cock hard once more and he jerked forward, bent over the mattress, and caught his weight on his hands.

“Stay.” I commanded.

He let his head hang down and half-stood, half-leaned over the bed, motionless. I couldn’t see if he was smiling.

From behind, I tugged his boxers all the way down to his ankles. I wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed my hips against his ass a few times, nudging him, forcing him to shift his weight to keep from falling forward. With my other hand, I squeezed his ass and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly at first, increasing the pressure until he groaned.

“Stay,” I said again, softly this time.

I went into the master bathroom where I had stashed a few toys–I had been too embarrassed to set them out in the open. After thinking about what I wanted for a moment, I selected the paddle–it felt strangely heavy for it’s size, but comfortable in my hand. I bought it months before, but had never used it. I didn’t even bother to remove the tags.

I returned to the bedroom and he was right where I left him. Seeing him bent over the bed, ass out, I felt my annoyance subside and the nervousness creep back in. I’d never used a paddle before, but it seemed like a good time to learn.

  One Response to “off balance”

  1. I absolutely LOVE this recalibration of the power dynamic.

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