Jun 212012
 

She was only slightly more than an acquaintance, but with a similar appreciation for an obscure band, we made plans to go to a show together. Besides that, I don’t have many female friends, and I thought it would be good for me to develop a female friendship.

She’s very pretty, in her mid-twenties, with a youthfulness and purity that I’ve never possessed, even when I was her age. She has course dark hair, nearly black, unblemished olive skin, and deep brown eyes. Her lips are full and pink and she smiles more easily than I do, which is saying something. She smiles quickly, but not completely. My guess is that she hides her teeth, which are brilliant white,  with one crooked canine that makes her full smile look girlish and immature.

I parked at the venue, called her to let her know I was there, and walked to a nearby bar to meet. She stood up awkwardly as I approached, but kept her eyes slightly downcast until I was near enough for her to kiss my cheek in greeting. She made eye contact only after I was seated.

As soon as I sat, the bartender rushed over and set my favorite cocktail in front of me.

I looked over at her.

“I ordered for you when you called so you wouldn’t have to wait,” she smiled slightly.

Good girl, I thought, returning her smile.

Good girl. That was all it took to flip the switch in my brain.

It almost seemed a shame that I wasn’t attracted to her so much as I was attracted to her approach towards me. I’ve met a few submissive men, and I’m not automatically attracted to their submissiveness, and I’ve known quite a few beautiful women and I’ve never been automatically attracted to their beauty. But this girl, her combination of youth, beauty, and what I read as an instantaneous dynamic was difficult to ignore.

We chatted through drinks and I couldn’t help but notice her body, her movements, the way she somehow managed to look up at me even though we were nearly the same height.

On the way back to the venue, she wanted to stop to get something from her car. It was a short walk, and we realized we still had a few minutes to kill before the venue opened its doors. We sat in her car and chatted about this and that.

I wanted to take something before the show. I fished around in my purse for the container, popped a pill into my mouth, and swallowed.

I asked her if she wanted one. She did.

I have no idea what possessed me, but I put the pill in my mouth, leaned across the stick shift, and kissed her, pushing the little tablet past her lips, kissing it into her mouth.

I settled back into my seat and turned to see her reaction. She looked as if I had just slapped her.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so forward.”

I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t sorry. She was delicious and soft and I wanted more of her.

“No. It’s fine. I was hoping…”

Her words trailed off as she leaned over towards me, leading with pursed lips that would have been so fucking sexy… if only I had leaned in to meet her. I didn’t. I left her hanging there, with eyes closed and lips parted, and I got out of the car. When she got out, I saw her face was flushed. She was embarrassed.

And then I knew I had her — it was almost too easy. It felt predatory, and I liked it.

While we waited outside to get into the club, I couldn’t help but compare the way I felt with this girl to the way I feel when I’m with J. Sometimes it’s hard to feel dominant around him, especially in public. J is so tall and imposing, with cold eyes, strong hands, and hard angles. This girl was all warmth and softness. She was small and sweet and too easily read. Like me, her every thought played across her face and showed in her movements.

We got inside and she ordered our drinks while I watched her from a few feet away. When I gave her my credit card to start a tab, she started to argue, but I insisted. At the bar, she turned and looked at me, asking for approval. I nodded, she lowered her eyes, and turned away from me to give the bartender my card.

We sat in the back row and talked over the din of arriving crowds. At some point, I slipped my arm behind her chair and played with her hair, tugging gently, wrapping it around my fingers. It felt so different from mine — her hair was coarse and thick, mine is smooth and glossy. I wondered if it smelled different, too. I tangled my fingers into her tresses and pulled her head towards me — she offered no resistance. I let my lips brush the outside of her ear while I inhaled her — she smelled clean, like plain soap and water.

She nearly melted into me. When I finally released her, she exhaled — she had been holding her breath.

The show started — coarse and gritty and so loud it vibrated the seats. I was immediately interested in the equipment–the odd configuration of the drum kit, what I thought was a Modulus bass, an unidentifiable Stratocaster with lots of distortion.

Her attention to me was distracting and made her look out of place in her surroundings. It was dark and dirty and the music was pounding, but she sat nearly motionless, eyes dreamy, lips slightly parted. Whenever she turned to me or leaned in towards me, I’d tighten my hold on her neck and turn her head to focus her attention back to the stage.

When she eventually refocused at end of the first set, I found myself missing her attention.

During the break, we wandered to the bar and I stopped just short. She stepped in and ordered our drinks, looking sheepish when she directed the bartender to put it on my tab.

We chatted and flirted, and I couldn’t help but notice her body positions and movements in relation to mine. She was in slow orbit, moving, but attached with an invisible tether. I moved; she moved.

We found our seats just before the second set opened. When the house lights went down and the front lights went up, I wrapped my hand around her neck and twisted her face into mine. I tasted her, gently at first, sliding my tongue between her parted lips, giving her a moment to open up to me. The second she relaxed and gave in, I gripped the back of her neck and mauled her, shoving my tongue deep inside her mouth, prying her open. I wanted to suck the breath from her lungs and I knew she would have let me. She was soft and sweet and yielding.

I pulled my lips away from hers abruptly, leaving her mouth gaping and eyes shut tight, her face still twisted up towards mine. I didn’t say a word, but watched her regain her composure, smoothing down her hair, touching her lips as if to see if they were damaged.

We watched the rest of the show like this, with my stopping intermittently to kiss her and to paw at her. All the while, I was wondering how far I might take it.

After the lights came up, we wandered out of the club with everyone else and I walked her back to her car.

She had no intentions of getting in right away — she didn’t take out her keys. Instead, she turned to face me and leaned against her car door. Her arms hung at her sides awkwardly — she was making herself open to me — for a kiss, or maybe something more. She wanted more.

And that’s one of the things I like about taking the dominant role in a dynamic — the power to give someone what they want… or not.

I didn’t.

As I walked to her, she parted her lips and closed her eyes, bracing herself for another mauling. Instead, I leaned in to her softly, touched my lips to her cheek, and inhaled her sweetness one last time before stepping away and saying “goodnight.”

“Can I call you?” she asked.

“Of course.”

I turned and began to walk away.

“Will you answer?” she asked behind me in a small, melodic voice.

I wasn’t sure that I would. I turned back to her for a moment, smiled, and kept walking.

 


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  35 Responses to “good girl”

  1. As a submissive good girl, I must say that this post took my breath away. I'm practically a puddle in my chair.

    Nikki (my bff) and I have loved your blog for ages. So much that we nominated you for a blog award. Keep up the good work! http://vaginaantics.com/?p=526

    Now excuse me while I go change my panties…

  2. My god that was hot, D. A lot of Your writings that i like best are very much like this story. You sort of index finger us 'come here' to get us in, make a slight move to really get us interested, turn to action that makes us know who is in charge and why we love You, and then leave us wanting, needing, more of You. Thanks for sharing, as always.

    michael

  3. @Heather: Thank you (and Nikki)!

    I like ALL of the things you mentioned… awards, good girls, puddles, and panties. (panty puddles? Oh my!)

    See what you did? You basically gave me a blog orgasm… a blorgasm? I'll have to think of a better term for that. I'll get back to you. :)

    Thanks again!

  4. @michael: "You sort of index finger us…"

    Heh heh heh. So you're saying I just fingered you? WIN!

    My immaturity aside, thank you, Michael. You always say the sweetest things and I love when people say sweet things about me. You do it very well. ;)

    Come to think of it, hearing people say nice things about me is one of my favorite things to do. :)

  5. Dang, that was good. Can you keep her? Heh.

    DomDomme

  6. Both sides of that kinda turn me on. Yours and hers. Hmmm…..

    Kittie McManus

  7. MY immaturity aside, You fingering me would be a bigger turn-on than i could ever imagine happening to me. It would create more sexual excitement out of me than my concience mind can comprehend. You wrote about what is possibly the greatest sub fantasy that i have ever read when You wrote about 'doing' J from behind with Your finger positioned like a cock, or strap-on.

  8. i'm thinking drop the 'r'. Blogasm. Or maybe Bloggasm with the two g's. Pronounced 'blah-gasm' or 'blog-gasm. What do You think?

  9. @Michael: You're too kind. :)

    I like all sorts of fucking, but fucking J with my bare hand is one of my favorite things to do. He's most subbish and sweet that way, and I can't imagine anything better than reducing a big strong man to an incoherent, beautiful mess.

    The post your mentioned, please fuck me, is the most popular one on the whole blog. I wonder if it resonates with people more than I thought.

  10. @Kitty McManus: It was an unexpected turn-on for me too! That girl features prominently in my fantasies these days… prominently and frequently. ;)

  11. @Michael: Actually, I'm warming up to "blorgasm"–intact "r" and all.

    It's such an ugly word that I'm starting to like how funny it sounds. I love absurdity!

  12. @DomDomme: You know, I do have adequate subspace to store an additional sub. :)

  13. i'm sure it does. Whether a sub male wants to admit it or not, opening themselves up completely to their Domme is what they live for. They, we, want to give ourselves completely, totally, to the object of our submission. We need to, have to, if we are truely devoted to Her, open our most precious and inner most part of ourselves to Her, for Her. We need Her to take us, have us, use us, fuck us. Psst – shhh, don't tell anyone, they might think that we are gay or something, but it feels REALLY good. Alpha males who won't engage in anal play are missing so much sexual pleasure.

  14. How about a little description of what she looks like, D? Do You have any fear that she could see Your writings. Wonder what she would think if she knew hundreds, thousends? of people knew about her 'date' with You? How many of us are there? Regular readers of Your blog, that is.

  15. I loved this. I want this. I want to be you in this scenario.

  16. I really have not wanted women, I mean I appreciate their beauty and am curious but I am INTO men. But, this…omg, I may have to explore a little more, because I can not get this out of my head…

    • @M: I’m not into women either… but this one… whew. She’s the type you couldn’t extract from your head if you wanted to.

  17. I really enjoyed the way you put this together. I have such a hard time with details….I share too many! lol You have a really good balance in your writing and it makes it more enjoyable to read. Besides the fact that you have a great mind and your subject matter is hot :) I would love to share this on G+ but I can’t find a button. I’m a techno blond, so I could use some help if you wouldn’t mind me sharing it on my stream.

  18. Loved it. I’ve felt the very same switch in my mind when someone goes from one ‘box’ to another.

    Really well put together,

    • Thank you Bambi! It was a totally new feeling for me–the switch in my head–but I liked it… a lot.

  19. Found you through elust. This is definitely a scenario I would love to be a part of, preferably the sub. You can add a G+ button if you are wordpress by using the plug in sexy bookmarks.. this is definitely a plus.. and wearing clit cutter shorts was not a wise idea for me to do and blog peruse.. ahem. Or maybe it was

    • @Twisted Angel: What a compliment! I’m all in favor of light reading and short shorts! And thanks for the recommendation on the plugin–I think I installed it correctly… we shall see…

  20. So lovely. I’m with Heather on this one…I’m in a gooey puddle. That cute little sub…why can’t you keep her? And anyway, I’ll take her. ;P

  21. Wonderful story, I love all of the details. I felt uneasy at the end, when you didn’t “maul” her… like her, I was hoping for it :)
    xxPenny

  22. you telling her “good girl” gave *me* the tingles of doing something right … how i wish it had actually been me!

    hot hot hot!

    • @wish:

      you telling her “good girl” gave *me* the tingles of doing something right

      Calling her a good girl was all sorts of tingles… the whole night was just… beyond…

  23. very very nice ;)

  24. ~melts from floor to chair~ *clears throat gets up in hurry* Ahem, anywaysssss lol WOW!

    “Good girl. That was all it took to flip the switch in my brain” Do you often find there are trigger words you think of or someone says that puts you in that mindset even if it isn’t someone you are involved with? I do that I have noticed lately. I call them buttons or sometimes when frustrated “fucking buttons!” lol I’ve had someone before say “good girl” and I immediately clicked into that mindset and went all woozy there for a minute.

    “I have no idea what possessed me, but I put the pill in my mouth, leaned across the stick shift, and kissed her, pushing the little tablet past her lips, kissing it into her mouth.
    I’d tighten my hold on her neck and turn her head to focus her attention back to the stage. I wanted to suck the breath from her lungs and I knew she would have let me. She was soft and sweet and yielding. And that’s one of the things I like about taking the dominant role in a dynamic–the power to give someone what they want… or not.”

    ~Falls out chair again~

    HOT!!!!

    Respectfully,
    brattyboi

    • Ha! I assume melting and falling off chairs is a good thing? :)

      Do you often find there are trigger words you think of or someone says that puts you in that mindset even if it isn’t someone you are involved with?

      Not so much. It’s more like personality types and behaviors. As soon as I recognize someone as a “good girl” or a “good boy” (to me specifically), I have to work very hard to keep from thinking of them as dinner. If I perceive that personality and posturing towards me, they become prey and my brain flips to predator. Sometimes, it’s delicious. ;)

  25. “It’s more like personality types and behaviors. As soon as I recognize someone as a “good girl” or a “good boy” (to me specifically), I have to work very hard to keep from thinking of them as dinner. ”

    See being new I have been warring and fighting against this very thing in the opposite direction. And I am so lucky that my reactions are to someone that is understanding and winks back at me pretty much saying its okay really its natural.
    I have found certain personality types and behaviors of Dominants, and not just any Dominant, but no not specifically my Dominant as I don’t have one trigger me. Just as you recognize them as a “good girl” and think of them as dinner, my mindset kicks in (as well as my whole body apparently ha!) and wants to yearns to become that dinner! lol

    For lack of better way to put it. I have fought against it because I was saying no I am not with that person I shouldn’t react like that but I am fighting to become more comfortable with it, with me.

    Respectfully,
    brattyboi

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