You couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth when you ran into her again after two years.
You two had brief stint as coworkers until moved up the ladder and to another city.
Natalie was always flirty with you but nothing really happened until it was too late. She finally took you home for one amazingly passionate night at her place. The way took charge in the bedroom was just the sexiest thing you had every experienced. But it ended with that one time. She told you she was leaving next week and was that.
You had tried dating and had a few one night stands but nothing really compared to her. That one night had you yearning for more. So much so that you started self-locking your dick in chastity during the week only to tease and edge yourself to the memory of that night.
You had always wondered if their could have been more between you two. Until right now when she suddenly showed up at a company dinner. The way a smile appeared on her face when she saw you.
It was fucking magical moment. Your heart started racing, your caged cock started to throb. It suddenly felt quite foolish putting the cage on before heading to this party.
She looked amazing. Her companions seemed surprised when she ditched them for come chat to you. She hugged you immediately which felt so good. You chatted for a while until you two were forced to mingle with the other people.
You lost track of her until she dragged you off when she had the opportunity. No words were spoken as she took you to her hotel room. The sexual tension between you two was undeniable though.
When the door was shut and locked and you were sitting in a chair that's when she made her confession.
"You've been on my mind." She spoke picking up some bullshit pictureframe. It seems she was as nervous as you.
"Me too. I still remember that night... so vividly." You replied which seemed to put a smile on her face.
"Oh?" She said with a little purr in her voice. "Did I leave that much an impression on you?" She teased you. Her nerves seemingly had faded the instant you confessed you had similar feeling about that night and she took control of the situation immediately.
"y.yes. Natalie. I never really stopped thinking about you." you add to your confession as you watched Natalie take off her coat. Your dick throbbed like mad. She looked so fucking good in that suit.
"Tell me then." She spoke warmly. "How badly do you want to submit to me again." She ended with a sultry purr. You felt a lump in your throat. You felt you had to be brave.
So you stood up, undid your belt and dropped your pants exposing your caged up dick throbbing a string of precum hanging from the tip.
Her eyes flared up for a moment until a devilish smirk grew on her face. You watched her take deep breaths as she stared at you.
"Oh fuck." She growled. "I imagined you... just.. like.. that. locked up for me and leaking in desperation." she spoke closing the distance slowly. Step by step.
"You know. I am moving back and I could use a place to stay until I get my own place." She stated. Now you were the one breathing heavily.
"Y.you.. you can stay at my place." You tell her, your voice shaky. She is now inches away from you her knees slides in between your legs, pushing up against your dick.
"Yeah? How sweet of you." She purrs whilst caressing your face.
"I Think I'll take you up on that offer. I do hope do get a set of keys when I move in." she half-teases you, pushing her knee a bit harder into your junk.
"Ungh.. y.yes Natalie." you moan.
"Good boy." She whispers before kissing your neck marking you as hers before she pulls back again.
"Now..Lets see if you still remember how to pleasure me."
True story, recent...
I was coming back home for a break on a plane yesterday. Before boarding I had noticed (it was kind of impossible not to) this Goddess with short leather pants exposing magnificent creamy white legs in clear heeled flesh-pink boots with matching pink socks. I had to pick my jaw up off the floor the first time I looked at (and drooled over) her.
I tried to talk to her two times on the plane, but her response was pure ice-bitch both times. The second time she cut me down to size in front of other passengers and a stewardess. I walked back to my seat like a humiliated dog with my tail between my legs. I stared at her boots (all I could see from my seat) and tried (unsuccessfully) to imagine being a real stud who was good enough to fuck her.
I was walking in town after and two beautiful women were walking down the stairs from the train to the street. One in a tight tube top exposing her perfect midriff and tight against magnificent breasts, the other in skin tight white see through jeans and a low cut top. Total power and perfection. They were taking selfies, posing and primping on the stairs, no doubt tormenting their many social media orbiters with what they can never EVER have.
As I looked trance-like, the tube top girl gave me a look of total rejection, disgust and contempt, while the tight jeans girl called me out verbally.
Later I relived their collective contempt as I orgasmed with my girlfriend. My first sex in three months. My first orgasm in three months.
I remember, just now, some exercises a bitchy girl I know had told me to do several months back, that I tried, and failed, to do. They involved a hands free orgasm where I clasped my hands behind my back, imagined ridicule from women who had rejected me across the years, and came hands free to my humiliation. Even though I was not able to complete the exercises after several attempts upon her order; it appears her goal of having me only able to achieve orgasm to humiliation by SUPERIOR WOMEN like her has been realized. I admit I had been going down that road for a while, but had, for the most part, fought it off -till she arrived on the scene. Now I cannot orgasm without some measure of humiliation.
I see sexy, powerful women, and all I want to do is serve them. My sex drive is for the most part subjugated. Or connected to service.
But I am not unhappy with this turn of events. And it doesn't necessarily make me feel like a loser, either.
I just feel like beautiful women are superior to me. Period. They do not want me. They never have. They never will, unless it is as friends.
BUT I still WANT THEM. Bad. So I need to put up with any mistreatment they wish to give me, if I wish to play ANY role in their lives.
That's just what real life as an inferior doormat to hot girls I want but can never have, is....
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