Sexual Fantasies and Domination

My column last week, about why men are fascinated with two women together sexually, prompted a lot of comments about sexual fantasies. Keeping with that thought, I decided, again, to approach some of my new friends I met through www.sexyads.com, along with some of my friends on Yahoo to discuss fantasies.

While several things I was told did not surprise me (multiple partners, sex with a much younger, or older, gal, sex with a celebrity), I was surprised by the number of guys who mentioned something to do with being tied up, or dominated. A very significant percentage, without prompting, offered that the thought excited them. Many, however, were hesitant to approach a woman to have their fantasy fulfilled.

Domination has many facets. From hard core (pain, fetishes, whips, chains, humiliation), to much more serene and soft core (following the woman's commands). According to www.dominatingwomen.com, "the act of servicing a woman sexually by following her commands, or sitting back helplessly while she pleasures herself with your (penis) and mouth, is a common and powerful fantasy among men. Although many people associate...domination with pain and fetish (this can often) offer a sexual angle that highlights the erotic game of being dominated and being taken advantage of by a woman with real sexual desires and demands."

I then approached my friend, who is a published fiction writer. I knew he has been working on a book about cyber-sexual perversion, and while he was limited on time to share his thoughts, he did give me an excerpt (unedited, and unreleased) from what he is working on to post here. Not surprisingly, it deals with the "soft core" aspect of obeying a woman:

She walked slowly, stopping very close to me. I again hesitated to look directly at her. She continued on to the window, drawing the shade, which made it very dark. I could barely make out her silhouette next to the window.

"I hope you’re not afraid of the dark, killer," she said, slightly giggling.

"No."

"Good."

She moved slightly away from the window.

"Are you nervous?" she asked.

"A little," I responded. I thought it best to be honest.

"Good again," she replied.

She was standing right over me. Her hands reached out to mine. She took my hands, and gently pressured me to stand. I was now standing face to face, but I could not see her. I felt her breath. I smelled her perfume. I could hear her breathing, and I could even hear an occasional sniffle from her nose. But I could not see her. Only her shadow.

She let go of one hand, and placed my arm at my side. With her free hand, she began touching my chest. I started to move my free hand to touch her back, but she quickly stopped me. This time she firmly placed my free hand to my side, while she continued to hold my other hand. She held it at my side for what seemed to be several minutes, making sure I would keep it there. I did. She again began stroking my chest, and I let out a slight moan.

"Do you like that," she asked.

"Yes, very much," I whispered back.

"Good squared," she said teasingly. "Tonight, let me be ****."

I kept my hand at my side, and she began to move her hand lower. With one fast drop, she was running her hand over my balls, then my very erect penis. She began palming my ****, pressing into it, gyrating the palm of her hand over every inch. I began to squirm, and I thought I was going to fall over. I was moaning uncontrollably, and I started to move my arm again, when she stopped.

"Why don’t you ever listen to me?" she quipped. "First on the PC, and now in person."

"I’m sorry," I whispered.

"If you try to touch me, or look at me one more time, I’m going to crush your nuts in my hand!"

She was giggling slightly as she said that, but I lost my erection very quickly. For the first time in several minutes, I was scared again.

"I’m sorry, I promise."

"Just stop ****ing with me, okay?"

When she said that, it was the first time she sounded a little irrational. Or perhaps high. It made me uncomfortable, and for the first time since arriving, I wanted to leave. As good as her hands felt, I thought about asking her if I could, or should, leave. I decided to ask her just that.

"Maybe I should go?"

She kept her head slightly turned.

"You want to leave now?" She had slipped her hands under my shirt, and was now rubbing my chest with both hands, as mine remained at my sides. She forced my hands upward, and together we managed to remove my shirt. It fell innocently onto the bed.

"No, but maybe you were right about me being out of your league."

"All you have to do..." she said as she grabbed my belt buckle "is obey me." She began to unbuckle my belt. Once unbuckled, I felt her spread the belt apart, and unbutton my pants. "Can you do that?"

"Yes." I replied, as my pants slid to the floor.

She cupped my balls through my cotton briefs, with just a bit of force. "Yes what?"

"Yes Raven," I replied. She cupped them even harder. I was erect, but I felt a twinge of pain go through my body.

"If you are going to obey me, how do you address me?"

"Yes…um?" I whispered.

She cupped me harder, and I let out a slight yell. "Mistress," she said.

"Yes Mistress."

She eased her hold on my balls. "Don’t worry, I’m not into domination and pain either," she whispered. "But you will obey me."

"Yes Mistress."

"Good."

What is your sexual fantasy? 

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