World Domination

This entry was originally featured at Brookey's Blog Cafe yesterday. It was received with such a great response, I decided to post it here for those that didn't see it...

"I'm the dominant one, call me the prominent one" - Guru

I like to dominate women.

I like to take charge and manhandle her a little. I like to spank her. I enjoy holding her small neck in my hand just tight enough to elicit a slight gasp and fill her up until she moans...for more.

You'd be shocked how many women like to be dominated. You'd be even more shocked to know who...

What I've done in my past can only be called "light domination" I know and have met those that have participated in full domination. Once I had a conversation with a true to life dominatrix who opened her rather large, very expensive purse and showed me that she keeps a ball gag just in case she has to muzzle a man...or woman.

But admittedly the thought of dominating a dominatrix aroused me. She asked me if I wanted to wear her ball gag.

"No thanks." I said.

Outside of it being a strange, apparatus of unknown cleanliness, I could only imagine turning the tables on her and making her my sub. It's hard for me to imagine always being in control and not having someone challenge you. Surely she needed that sometimes.

These are the women that normally succumb and relinquish their power when we're behind closed doors. The women that are sick and tired of telling people what to do. The ones that shout "man up!" so much you think they've grown a set of balls all their own. I enjoy bringing them to where they want to be. A place where they need to be.

Don't get me wrong, it fully turns me off if a woman does something she doesn't WANT to do. I need her to want it. I need her to need it.

I've dominated some of the strongest, most outspoken women you can imagine. Heads of departments, sassy "take no shit" types, loudmouth "angry" women. Behind closed doors, I've caressed her slowly, kissed her softly then growled in her ear with a whisper...

"Get on your f#cking knees.."

Some of you reading this are turned off and appalled. Others are shocked and preparing your angry response.

...Then there are those of you that have perked up..in more ways than one.

Hello welcome to the game...

Controlling women tend to make the best sex partners for me. For all the headache of constant back and forth on the smallest of debates, there are those moments when she screams for more as my hand slaps her behind. Being The Fury is about pleasing and in this world of sissfied, skinny jeans wearing, metrosexuals, many women appreciate a quiet guy in public that transforms into The Sexual Hulk in private. You have to trust and be comfortable with someone dominating you. Being open and letting "your freak flag fly" is key.

Trust is important. It's why when the command is given, she slowly descends to her knees biting her bottom lip expecting the best. The aroused look in her eyes tells me not to mess up the house after I've just been given the keys and the code to the alarm. It's why my next comment isn't angry or demeaning..it's most likely sweet... especially if she's too sexy to bear. I've found myself sighing....

"You look so pretty down there."

Then I tell her what to do with her mouth.

I've tied her up. Slapped her with it... Made her scream... Left not so easily hidden bite marks on visible places... I've held her down, held her up, forced her on top and given her the best pounding she could receive after a bad day at work. It's a give and take this dominating business.

It's a dare to trust. It's a dare to fall backward with your eyes closed, your hands across your chest waiting for the person to catch you...

... I'll catch you just as you've gasped and nearly reached the floor. My hands lifting you to safety then I'll say...

"Stay down there...and crawl to me." With my eyes devilish and my bottom lip tucked in my mouth...

They call me The Fury...and I'm waiting

...or shall I crawl to you?

Bang The Bum Harder

I'd be lying if I said I understood. Sometimes I am the vessel. Just the tool used in an effort to build..or possibly raze. I was horny. She was horny. She was bat shit crazy horny.

Where the "bat shit" comes in, I'm not sure, maybe it's based on Batman since he's pretty fucking loony.

I digress.

Lush had a wild look in her eye when I walked into her place. She couldn't stop grabbing at my parts.

"Where's Becca?" I asked of her roommate as she pushed me towards the stairs that led to her room.

"I don't fucking know. Go upstairs, shiiiiiiittt" She huffed.

My timberland boots clanged up the steps followed by the heavy stomp of her heavy bare feet. Her thick calves hauled up her thick thighs which held her solid ass and the rest of her thick frame.

She kissed me hard, pulled off my coat hard, tugged at my belt hard, ripped open the button hard, unzipped the zipper fast, forced her hand in my boxers, hard pulled out my dick...nice...and easy...

Her big brown eyes went wide with the stiffness. Her small pert lips spread and she sucked me hard. Her hands jerked me stiffer. My body rocked and swayed as I stood. My eyes just barely took in the mess that was her bedroom and the bed that was all....the...way...over...there.

Lush fought and struggled with her own jeans, simultaneously pulling them off as she sucked me..hard. Her shirt was already open exposing her stiff big brown nipples which were littered with the saliva that escaped her mouth (possibly in terror from the assault of my shaft).

She stood, led me to the bed as she stripped whatever was left. The condom was sitting right on the bed stand.

She was a woman with a twisted agenda...







She flung it to me.

"Come fuck me." She said with as much clarity as a crisp glass of Poland Spring Water. Not waiting for an answer, she climbed on the bed on all fours. I pulled off my shirt as my heart thumped against my chest. The sweat slick of excitement made it tougher for my wifebeater to come off. "Fuck it. Leave it on!"

"Shut up muthafucka!" I shouted back. She liked it. She smiled as she turned away. The sweet dew was visible on her mound between her spread thighs. I pulled the tank over my head leaving it half wrapped around my shoulders like a vest. Dick covered, I pushed the stuffed animals and assorted shit from the bed and buried myself deep inside her with one hard thrust.

She grunted hard as I felt the heat inside her grip me tightly. Before she could recover I pounded deep inside her again. She was moaning with me.

"Yes! Fuck me! Hard! I need this!" She pleaded with painful grunts.

Grabbing the back of her neck, hard, I rammed myself harder and harder inside of her. We rocked back and forth fucking with beastly smacks of sweaty skin. The bed moved, shook beneath us as her hands gripped the sheets to steady herself. When she screamed in pain, I dug deeper. Found that deep wall and not so much rubbed it as I banged against her. She wanted more. Lush pushed back against me. I could feel the end of her and she plead for deeper.

The intensity increased. I felt a slight ounce of remorse when I realized I was strangling a red mark on the back of her neck and slapping hot red welts on her ass, but it all went away when she pulled the pillow from her mouth and grunted.

"Oh shit yesssssss!" Then stuffed the pillow back in her mouth muffling the moans and groans.

Her slick excitement dripped down her thighs as she came..then more when she came again. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her head up from the pillow.
"I wanna hear." I grunted through clenched teeth as I swiveled my hips feeling every hot sweet fold inside of her. I pushed harder rocking her body, rocking the bed, breaking some cheap shit nearby. She clenched her teeth trying not to holler bloody murder and to not give me the satisfaction, but it was too late.

Her body quaked again and again over the span of another hour passing. No changes in position, no breaks, just a constant pounding doggy-style fuck. Finally, she begged for mercy. Lush collapsed with her face in the pillow, hands extended forward, her back rising and falling spastically. And like the tool I was, I didn't stop. I continued to pound my nail deep inside her as she panted, moaned and spit.

I was writing my laws of attraction and posting them on the doorway of her lust. What shocked me most was when she came again. When it all seemed too raw and sore, there she was shivering, her legs fluttering together. When she came down, I slapped her ass hard then pushed the back of her head forward mushing her face forward into the bed. I tossed the condom over my shoulder onto the floor as I massaged the sweaty, hard brown dick in my hand. Lush lay catching her breath, the red hand prints on her ass and neck seemed to glow.

Ambling to her knees, she looked around the room.

"What the fuck did we do??" Her hoarse voice echoed.

"Huh?" I took a look around.

Through our rocking we had moved the bed literally to the other side of the long room and in it's wake had moved a table, a pile of books and broken a glass. I stood pulling my sweaty misshapen wifebeater back over my head.

"I'll push the bed back. The rest is yours."

Lush bent forward licking the sweat sopped head of my manhood.

"This too?" She looked up at me.

"You have to earn that." I said coaxing the back of her head forward and me deeper in her mouth.

They call me The Fury...The furniture mover, dominator and all around bastard.