Strap On Domination – The Night I Finally Took His Ass

I’d Been Teasing Him

About strap on domination for weeks. He played it off at first, like it was just a joke. Said he was curious, but not really into it. But I saw the way he reacted every time I whispered something filthy in his ear. His breath always caught when I said, “You ever been fucked, baby?” Like his body knew what it wanted even if his mouth didn’t. One night I just said it…straight up. “I wanna fuck your ass.”

He froze for a second. Then he nodded. Not big and bold, just a tiny little nod like he couldn’t believe I actually said it out loud. So I invited him over. I had the harness laid out on the bed before he even got there. Lube. A couple different sizes of toys. I wasn’t gonna push him past what he could take. But I was going to take him. He was quiet when he walked in. Real quiet. I told him to take his clothes off and get on his knees.

He looked nervous and unsure.

“You said yes to strap on domination,” I reminded him. “And I’m not the kind of girl who teases without following through.” He stripped. I could see how hard he was. Like, painfully hard. His cock was already leaking and I hadn’t even touched him yet. I started slow. Let him feel my hands first. Just rubbed lube between his cheeks. Played with him a little. I love that part—when they’re squirming and nervous but still spreading their legs for me.

When I finally strapped it on and pressed the head against him, he let out this choked sound like he didn’t know whether to moan or cry. “It’s too big,” he cried. “You’ll take it,” I told him. That’s what strap on domination is about for me. That delicious tension of someone giving in because they want to, even if it scares them a little.

He gripped the sheets and breathed through it as I slid in super slow and steady, all the way. His back arched. His whole body was shaking with what I assume was pain. I was only halfway in and he was already begging for more. I bent over and whispered, “You look so good with your ass stuffed full of cock.” He began to whine. God, I was soaked. I grinded against him, rolling my hips while he took every inch. His moans got louder. Deeper. I didn’t even have to stroke him. The pressure alone was driving him wild. He kept begging to cum.

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Not yet. I pulled out just to tease him, then slammed back in. His body jerked. He swore. I kept going. And when I finally let him finish, he came like I’ve never seen before. Cock untouched. Whole body convulsing. I felt his cum hit the sheets while he sobbed into the pillow, whispering thank you over and over. That night stayed with me. It scratched a part of my brain I didn’t know needed scratching. The way he looked at me afterward wrecked, blissed-out, totally owned was better than any orgasm.

It was more than a kink. It was an anal fantasy come true. One I’d play over and over in my head. And maybe it’s not for everyone, but there’s something about that kind of control that hits deeper than anything else. I get the same rush during anal phone sex, when I hear a man fall apart just from my voice, just from the idea of what I might do to him. But when I’ve got the strap on? When it’s my hips slamming into his ass and his whole body is mine? That’s real power. That’s strap on domination. And I’ve never looked at a man the same since.

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