I’m a strong-willed woman in charge of a crew of salespeople. I bring home a six-figure paycheck and the headaches that go with it. I want to get this information straight before I explain my latest fantasy. All day long, I boss people around. Not out of meanness or any sadistic pleasure. My team reports to me, and I take the praise for jobs well done or suffer the brunt of the displeasure of my own bosses. I’m a tough chick—what you might call a hard-edged bitch—when I have to be, which is what being in charge takes sometimes.

That said, when I’m home, all I want is to release the reins. I want my man, Aaron, to take charge of me. To tell me what to do. To put me in my place. Thankfully, Aaron is more than up to that challenge.

On weekends, I like nothing more than to be Aaron’s love slave. I serve his every whim, his every sexual need, and I even try to predict what he is going to want before he can formulate the idea himself. Usually, while Aaron lounges in bed, I make his favorite breakfast, which I deliver on a tray. This is our regular Saturday routine, and it gives me as much pleasure as it gives him.

But this weekend, I decided to do something unique. After cooking his breakfast, I stripped naked and tied on an apron I had special ordered from a lingerie catalog. I kicked off my slippers and slid into a pair of acetate high heels, the type favored by strippers. Finally, clad in my little slut apron, high-heeled shoes, and nothing else, I strode down the hall.

Aaron sat up in bed as I entered the room. He was definitely expecting breakfast, but he wasn’t expecting me to look the way I did.

“Oh, baby,” he said as I set the tray down on the bedside table. “What’s gotten into you?”

I shrugged, feeling self-conscious. I thought Aaron would eat his breakfast and then maybe he would fuck me. Apparently, Aaron had different plans.

“Come here. Let me see you.”

I took a step closer to the bed and then turned in a circle for him. Aaron wolf-whistled. “I love the way that string dangles between your asscheeks,” he said breathlessly. “And look at those fucking shoes.”

My face felt warm. He was inspecting me with the intensity that I inspect the work by my team. Usually, I am on the other side of this sort of interaction. I think this is why I get so turned on being Aaron’s submissive. It is such a different sensation for me.

Breakfast forgotten, Aaron pulled me onto the bed with him so I was on his lap, face-to-face. He stroked my breasts and then bent to suck my nipples. I could feel how wet I was getting. Aaron could feel, too, since I had no panties on and was straddling his body. I was definitely creating a damp spot on the crotch of his navy pajama bottoms.

“What made you dress like this?” he whispered to me as he started to play with my clit.
“I saw the apron in a catalog,” I told him, “and I couldn’t resist.”
“And the shoes?”

I couldn’t explain the shoes. They’d called out to me. I could never wear shoes like that to work. I’d had to buy them for home.

“I want to fuck you from behind,” Aaron said, “so I can play with the ties on your apron.”

Quickly, I climbed into position on the bed. Aaron stripped and got behind me. At first, he gripped my hips and slid his cock between my pussy lips, not entering me, simply getting the head and the shaft nice and wet. While he fucked my split, he played with the ties on the apron, exactly as he’d described. He arranged the strings to fall between the cheeks of my ass. That tickled, and I jumped, but Aaron kept up what he was doing. Then he parted my asscheeks and let the apron strings dangle right against my exposed hole. I began to tremble. I love when Aaron plays with my asshole. The extra stimulation always makes me come so much harder.

When I began mewling, desperate for some type of satisfaction, Aaron thrust his stiff cock into my pussy, one hard, fast stroke, and then sealed his body to mine. My cunt muscles started to flutter and squeeze his dick helplessly. I wanted more. I wanted him to start pounding into me. Aaron would not.

Now he lifted the strings and just danced the tips over my asshole. I could feel my backdoor clenching and unclenching, as if winking at him. I was helpless. I think Aaron liked the way my pussy was tightening on his rod as well, because he continued to tease and torment me, not fucking me, simply playing with me.
The outfit seemed to really bring out a new side of Aaron.

“You like that,” he said, stating the obvious. I wanted to say, “Yes, but I need more. I need you to fuck me.” Yet I knew that if I tried to rush Aaron, he’d slow down further. He doesn’t give me what I want when I ask. He always makes me wait.
“Why do you like having your asshole played with?”

I was glad he was fucking me from behind so he could not see my face. Talking like this is always embarrassing for me. “It just feels naughty,” I said, hoping that was enough of a confession for him.

“It is naughty,” Aaron agreed, and he gently parted the cheeks of my ass, spreading me open. Things were going differently than I had expected. My dreams of simply being fucked in the apron were taking a turn toward anal. Aaron traced his thumb over my asshole, and then asked, “Where’s the lube?”

I pointed to the bedside table. He reached over me to pull out the drawer and grab the bottle. Quickly, he lubed up my backdoor, taking extra time to slip his pointer finger inside me and give me a little fucking with the tip. I groaned and pressed my face into the mattress, really raising my hips up for him. Aaron now started to thrust into my pussy. But I knew he wasn’t doing that to get me off. He was lubing his cock up with my copious juices.

Surprising me, Aaron pulled out and flipped me over. I was on my back, looking up at him, malleable as he slung my legs over his shoulders and parted my asscheeks once more. We’d never had anal sex in this position before. I was flushed with heat, lust, and shame as he speared me with the head of his cock, grinding his way into my well-lubed asshole.

“Your shoes are so sexy,” Aaron said, moving my legs so he could admire my heels while he fucked me. “And that little apron. I want you to wear this outfit all weekend. Just the apron, heels, and nothing else.”

He was rocking in and out of me now, fucking my ass as hard and fast as he does my cunt. But he took pity on me and let one hand slip down to my clit, which he pinched and teased in rhythm to his thrusts. I realized I was holding my breath. I’d inhale, and then forget to exhale for several seconds. That gave way to a new breathing rhythm: panting. The pleasure was building—the sensation of having my ass filled and my clit stroked taking me higher and higher.

Aaron said, “I am going to fuck the daylights out of you this weekend. After this, we’re going to shower off, and then I’m going to sixty-nine with you. And then I’m going to fuck you outside on the deck. By Monday, you’re going to be lost in a haze of lust.”

I already was. I came as Aaron bucked hard and filled my ass with his load. And then I waited while he gently slid out of me, removed my shoes, and let me undo the apron. We went to the bathroom together to take a shower, and the whole time I thought of Aaron’s promises. I had tried to surprise him, but he’d turned the tables on me. Like any good dom will do.

Ms. Abby M.,
Portsmouth, Virginia