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Becoming Dominant

By: dirtysillythoughts



1. All characters herein are 18 or over. This is also just fantasy. I do not support incest or mind control in any way, thank you.

2. This story is going to be very heavy on mind control as a theme, but it could belong in the "taboo" category. Be forewarned. If it's not your thing, please move on.

"Okay, I need to remind you again that this is the point of no return. This is your life you're changing here. Once you do this, it's done."

The first sergeant didn't have much of an office, and really shouldn't even have been doing this sort of paperwork. After the last mortar attack on their forward operating base, though, both men were perfectly grateful to have even this much.

Corporal Casey Barnes sat opposite the sergeant with his elbows propped up on the folding table that served as a desk. His lips twitched into a smirk, but he quickly smothered it. "Say it again, sergeant," he deadpanned. "Slowly."

First Sergeant Wu sighed. "Okay, look, I get that you figure getting discharged is gonna fix everything in your life. But will you think twice for just a moment? You know what the economy's like back home. You're throwing away some big reenlistment bonuses here."

"Sergeant," Casey said, running his hands through the stubbly remains of his brown hair, "my platoon's full of idiots and assholes. My platoon leader is an asshole, and everyone knows it. And on top of that, I'm kind of sick of this whole war thing, y'know? I mean what the fuck are we even doing here anymore?"

"Don't ask me for the big picture," Wu frowned. "I don't have that anymore than you do. But you and I both know you've saved a lot of lives out here."

"Yeah, we both know that. And you know what everyone else calls me? Corporal Snitch? Corporal Don't Shoot? You think I want four more years of this bullshit?"

"Hey, you were right on all that," Wu countered, pointedly lowering his voice. "Lotta Afghanis and, frankly, a lot of our guys still walking around because of you. And if anyone's calling you Corporal Snitch, you'd better tell me who right now and I'll handle that, 'cause that's unacceptable. That girl would've been raped if not for you. 

"This is just what I'm saying. You're a good soldier, Barnes. We need guys like you.

"Tell that to Lieutenant Meeks. Or the captain. Or Colonel Banks," Casey added sourly.

Wu thought for a moment. "The other platoons treat you right, don't they? I mean they get it. Look, I put you in 3rd because I was hoping you could do some good over there. They need a level head like yours. But if it's that much of a drag—"

"I'm done, sarge," Casey interrupted. "I'm done with everyone talking shit about me. I'm done with keeping all my words down to single syllables. I'm done hangin' out with guys who can't call a woman anything but 'bitch' or 'ho.' My whole squad needs therapy, and more than that, they all need to repeat the goddamn sixth grade. Four years of this was bad enough, you think I want another go 'round?"

"They're just a bunch of young guys! It's testosterone, you know that!"

"Testosterone makes you steal shit from your fellow soldiers? You want a list of shit I've had go missing just on this deployment? And you think anyone cares?"

"That's not the whole Army. That's not even close."

"I know it isn't, sarge! I know! I'm not judging the Army on that shit. But frankly, I'm also done with being told what to wear and where to live and who to live with. You know? Maybe I should blame the Army and maybe I shouldn't. I don't know. But when we get off that plane next week, I'm done. Gone. I'm not hanging around for a party or anything."

Recognizing a futile battle when he saw one, Wu spun the paper in front of him and pushed it over to Casey. "Sign on the highlighted lines," he sighed.

"Thank you," Casey acknowledged. He'd never been so happy to sign anything in his young life.

"I know you just answered this, but I'm supposed to ask. We're having an awards ceremony three weeks after we get back. You're listed for another purple heart and another bronze. Any chance you'll be there?"

Casey glanced up from his discharge forms back to Wu's eyes. The buzz had been that Casey was up for considerably more than a bronze star. He'd seen the original paperwork. Just as he expected, though, the politics of his platoon and his company wouldn't allow for such recognition. The medal itself meant little to him; it was the fact that someone had actually gone to the effort to downgrade it. "Sergeant," he said, "I cleaned out my barracks and shipped all my personal stuff home before we even deployed. I walk off the tarmac and I'm gone."

Outside the tent, Casey found himself in the company of two of the very men he'd been talking about. Harris and Weber fell in just behind him as he trod through the dust back to his tent. "So is that it, Casey?" Harris asked. "You out?"

For the millionth time, Casey swallowed a bitter retort. Harris genuinely seemed to forget how shitty he was to Casey on a regular basis. One minute he'd call Casey names or scapegoat him in front of others, and the next he'd talk to Casey like they were buddies.

"Honorable discharge," Casey said. "Soon as we get off the plane. The day before, technically, but it's not like they could send me home early."

"So what, you gonna go to college?"

"That's the plan?"

"Live with your momma?"

"For a little while, yeah."

"I'd live with Casey's momma," Weber chuckled. "You ever seen that bitch? Fuckin' fine."

"Yeah, I have," Harris laughed. "Bitch was built to get fucked."

Casey stopped in his tracks. The other guys stopped with him. Their grins remained, but shifted in character. They'd gotten a rise out of him, and they knew it. What angered him more, though, was that they didn't even really understand why. That they were insulting his mother—foster mother, actually—was bad enough. But this was how they talked about women all the time. There were dozens of other examples of boorishness to be found among his comrades, and those were bad enough. But he'd been raised better than all this.

He was fairly sure he could take either one of them. The odds of taking out both weren't so high, but then, things probably wouldn't get very far at all before a fight was broken up. There would most certainly be charges, and either way he'd still have to make it through another week with these assholes theoretically watching his back on sentry duty, patrols and whatever else came up before they got on the plane.

"Something wrong, Casey?" Harris asked. "We're just sayin'. Momma's a slut is all."

"You're both honestly this dumb," Casey said simply. "You really think you're being clever here. Talking shit about a guy's mom. Wow. That's some seriously seventh grade thinking there. I just told Wu you needed to repeat sixth, but clearly you're smarter than I thought."

"Smart enough to know your mom's a whore," Weber smirked.

Casey turned and walked away. Punching either or both of them would feel good. Getting away from them entirely without further entanglements would feel much better.

* * *

Monica Barnes had hoped to go full-blown slut that weekend.

She'd done her blonde hair and put on her make-up with care. She had worn sexy, lacy black panties under her tiny black cocktail dress for her date Friday night. Monica had all kinds of plans for when and how to let her date take them off, and what she would do with him before and after. Mostly after. She had two days before Casey got back home, and knew she would need the release.

Once upon a time, Monica was reluctant to believe she was usually the hottest woman in the room. She didn't want to become arrogant or snotty. But over the years, and after countless affirmations, she finally accepted it. She later learned to revel in it, and knew she could use her powers for both good and wicked purposes. Tonight, she looked great. Better than great. Monica genuinely didn't look a day over thirty. Her ass looked great in that dress. So did her breasts. They'd look even better without the dress.

It was too bad, she decided, that her date wouldn't get to enjoy any of it, or any of the rest of her.

"Look, this steak is way overdone," Ben said to the waitress. He was dressed in a silk shirt and slacks, ready for a night on the town. Smooth shave. Stylish haircut. Nice, expensive cologne. 

"I'm sorry, sir," said their earnest waitress, gesturing to his plate. "Would you like me to take that back for you?"

"Well, yeah, I'd like you to take it back, but I don't want to wait all fucking night for a replacement," Ben said sullenly. Monica glanced over at his plate. Ben had taken three or four big bites out of the steak, which was plainly cooked exactly how he'd ordered it, before he decided he was unhappy with it.

"I'll make sure it's taken care of right away, sir," the waitress said.

"Fine," he grunted.

"Thank you, Brooke," Monica spoke up in the kindest tone she could muster.

"Brooke?" Ben blinked. "You know her?"

"No," Monica shrugged. "But she mentioned her name when she introduced herself."

"Huh. Thought you must've read her nametag or something. But if you're wearing a nametag, nobody really cares what your name is in the first place, right?" he smirked.

That's it, Monica decided. I'm done. So done. She had, more accurately, decided against having sex with Ben over an hour before this, but now she decided that she didn't even want to be nice about it. It was all she could do not to remove his hand from her thigh when he touched her.

"Still want to go dancing after this?" he offered.

"No," she murmured, her eyes drifting across the restaurant floor to the bar section. "I want to get fucked."

Ben blinked. He hadn't expected this kind of language out of Monica. He had met her at a charity fundraiser out of town months ago. They had mostly talked about their different grad schools and art and her personal stock portfolio. Over email and a couple of phone calls, he had realized just how sharp and sophisticated she was. But after all that, to hear her say something this hot and this blunt on their first actual date blew his mind. He made sure it didn't blow his cool, too. "Oh, really?"

"Soon as possible," she confirmed. "I don't even want to go back to my hotel."

"Um," Ben grinned, "I don't want to look less than completely interested, but I'll point out that your hotel or my condo are both probably a lot more comfortable than the back seat of my car."

"There's a hotel right across the street. It's a nice chain. I'm sure they've got some nice suites available."

Ben smirked. "I haven't stayed in a Hilton since college."

Monica's eyes slid toward him. She let out a long, heavy breath as she looked him up and down with feigned appreciation. "I'm sure a smart, influential wealth manager like you could swing a room at a silly old Hilton with no worries, right?"

"Well, yeah," Ben shrugged.

"I want to get fucked, Ben, and I don't want to wait," she told him with a slow, confident voice that sent his heart racing. "I want to walk across the street and up into a room where I can have this dress literally torn off of me, and I'll worry about getting something new to wear whenever I wake up. So if you want to go over there and take care of that, I'll handle the check here."

For only a moment, Ben blinked. They were only halfway through dinner, and hell, he'd just sent his back...but then she looked at him with those eyes, and those tits in that dress looked so inviting...

Ben stood. He grinned, enjoying this little bit of spontaneity. "Back in a few minutes," he said.

He practically ran. There were, frustratingly enough, people checking in when he got to the front desk. The concierge wasn't much help, nor did anyone come out to operate a second check-in computer to help him. He had to wait through grandma and grandpa and their questions about driver's club discounts and seniors rates. Thankfully, though, they had a suite. He put it in his name, ran through the quick checks, got the keys and hustled back over to the restaurant.

He found the table occupied by a new couple by that time. Ben then turned to the bar, slipping through the working stiffs and pick-up hopefuls in search of his date. He found Monica standing near the bar, flanked very closely by two guys in slacks and shirts that they'd probably gotten at Sears, if not Penny's.

"Oh, hi, Ben," Monica said with that same mild but sexy tone. "I was just talking to these two guys here. This is Dave, and this is Gordon." Taken aback though he was, Ben nodded through the perfunctory hellos. Then he tilted his head quizzically at Monica. "Did you get the room?"

"Yeah, sure did," Ben said. He put on his most confident smile.

"Wonderful. Hey, there's a table open right over there. Could you go grab it and wait a moment? I just want to finish our conversation here."

Again, Ben was slightly stunned. He nodded and wandered to the table, though, hardly even considering an objection. Ben had a mild moment of doubt over his own behavior. This was clearly bullshit, wasn't it? She just said she wanted to go get freaky, and now that he went and arranged a decent place for it, she wanted to hang out in the bar with a couple of schlubs who probably didn't make six figures put together?

Ben sat down and ordered a beer. He took a long, deep breath and released it slowly to calm himself. Maybe this was just a test of his cool. A piece of ass that hot was worth playing around with a game or two.

They were awfully friendly, he noticed. All three of them. Lots of flirty grins and chuckles. Coy eyes. Touching. They were very touchy-feely for people who'd just met.

Gordon leaned in close, murmuring something in her ear. She naturally stepped back just a little, which backed her up into Dave. His hand went on her hip, and lower. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, her grin and her body language seemed to encourage it.

Minutes more of this passed before Monica excused herself to walk over to Ben. "Hello," she smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"Hey," he said.

"You have the room keys?" Her grin renewed his confidence.

"Yeah."

"May I have mine?"

Ben pulled the envelope with the keys out of his pocket and laid them on the table without thinking twice about it. Monica picked up the envelope.

"Thank you for waiting while I finished my conversation there," Monica said. "Those are a couple of very nice guys. Dave's a social worker. Gordon runs an outreach program. They need to blow off some steam tonight. Lot of rough stuff they've had to deal with lately."

"Huh," grunted Ben.

"So I'm going to take them both over to this hotel room and give them the fuck of their lives tonight," she said, still completely cool and at ease. "And if they want to stick around and fuck me all day tomorrow and tomorrow night, that'll suit me just fine."

Ben's mind ground to a halt.

"I want you to know," she went on, "that you blew your chances when you were rude to the cop who pulled you over for driving like an asshole. I'll grant that it's a nice car and it's probably very tempting to drive like that, but there are other people out there on that road. The fact that you called your lawyer while he wrote you that ticket didn't really help you, either."

His mouth fell open, but he couldn't make words come out. It was almost as if something prevented him. He was also quite mindful of his horrible, throbbing erection, which only worsened as she kept speaking.

"My first clue should've been this morning. You were nice to pick me up at the airport, and the flowers were lovely, but when you offer to carry a lady's single suitcase, you shouldn't immediately just hand it over to a bellhop. I could just as easily have carried it myself. But you had to get back to work, and I understood, so I didn't make a big deal of it. Except now, well, now I see a pattern.

"Her name's Brooke, Ben. Her name is Brooke, and she's just trying to work her way through college, and she was really grateful for the tip that I left and the note I left for her manager. She'd be more grateful to know she'll never have to deal with you if I could explain to her how sure I am that'll happen, but regardless: you're never going to come back to this restaurant, Ben. And if you ever run into Brooke again, you'll kindly leave her alone. And you'll never tell anyone about tonight, or about me. Am I clear on that?"

He nodded. He didn't mean to nod. Ordinarily, he'd have told her to shove it, but he couldn't even string such a thought together right now. He wasn't sure why. He just wanted to make Monica happy.

"So I was going to fuck you tonight, and in the morning, and as much as you could handle, really. I was going to fuck your brains out and suck you off and all that," she shrugged. "Honestly, if you were a stranger off the street and I was judging you solely on your looks, I might well have my way with you anyway. But I know more than just your looks. I know you're an arrogant, elitist asshole.

"Those two guys over there, though? They're nice guys. So I'm going to fuck them, Ben. No condoms, no inhibitions, no preconditions. I'm going to take one of them in the mouth while the other goes at me from behind. If one of them wants to cum on my face or down my throat, I'm more than happy to oblige. If one of them wants my ass, he can have it. I imagine both of them will. I'm going to be a perfect whore for Dave and Gordon, and then I'm going to buy them breakfast."

She could have been talking about a nice day at the office, or shopping for clothes, or any other casual subject. Her poise never wavered.

"And they might think it's a little weird, sharing a woman. I doubt either of them have been in a threesome. But Ben, I'm such a great fuck, they won't even think twice about it. They're going to have the time of their lives with me, and I imagine they'll smile and thank me for it.

"Now you, Ben, have two choices. I imagine you'll just want to leave here and go do whatever it takes to get your mind off this and me. But if you want, you can follow us to the hotel, and you can watch for a while as long as you stay quiet and out of the way. It won't make you feel like any more of a man, of course, but at the very least it'll leave you with no doubt that everything I've said about what I'm going to do tonight is absolutely true."

She stood. "Don't worry, by the way. I'll make sure you don't get charged for the room." With that, she sauntered over to Dave and Gordon.

Ben sat and watched with shocked, wide eyes as she slipped up against one of them, then tugged on the collar of the other. Her leg slid up Dave's while her ass bumped up against Gordon's crotch. Further words were exchanged.

The three of them left, led by Monica's smile and those incredible legs.

Ben stared at the single room key left on his table for a long while.

* * *

"...and so as we celebrate our homecoming," Colonel Banks droned on at the podium, "we must also celebrate the strength and sacrifices of our families here at home..."

"Can't believe this asshole's making us stand through this," grumbled one soldier beside Casey.

"I can," Casey said, hardly even making a pretense at standing at attention. "He thinks this sort of shit is cool. How did you not see this coming?"

They stood in formation in front of bleachers set up for just this occasion. There was no joyous rush to greet family and friends as they came off the plane. There was, instead, an instant, formal ceremony of bullshit speeches and empty platitudes. Wives, husbands, mothers and fathers and all the rest had to stay in their seats and listen to officers tell them all about the men and women standing right in front of them, whom they had missed dearly since even before the battalion had shipped out.


Becoming Dominant



"Do you like to hurt me?"

When you first asked me that question, I was taken aback. I had to think. Was it the fact that you were so little and tight that I liked so much? Or the fact that I knew it was hurting you every time I went in all the way? Both, I suddenly realized.

"I guess so," I replied.

"Why do you like to hurt me?"

You'd ask this question on many other occasions, and every time, somehow, I feel like I'm drawing a blank.

"Because it turns me on," I usually reply.

You say that's enough of an explanation, but I feel like I should have a better one. I still don't. And I only just figured out recently, consciously, that I like to hurt you. And everyone else I've ever had sex with, probably. Maybe in another twenty years I'll figure out why it turns me on.

* * *

You have certain basic physical and emotional limitations. You want me to use you for my pleasure, and I do, whenever I think you can handle it. Which isn't every day, but the days you're up for it, it's really good.

Much as I love fucking you, lately I've been fantasizing almost as much about the next time I'll be fucking Kara, which is soon. There's a freedom I feel with Kara that I'm not sure I've ever felt before. She can take anything, and she wants it all. If she has limits, I haven't really found them yet.

She wants me to do anything I want to her. When I realized that really meant anything, I had to figure out what that meant for me. In the absence of sufficient direction from me, Kara made it clear what she wanted. She wanted me to fuck her, she wanted to come, she wanted me to hurt her, and she wanted me to humiliate her.

I don't understand the humiliation thing, at least not at this point, or not the way she relates to it. Being so encouraged to hurt her, I realized again that I really like that. But her wanting me to fuck her seemed too demanding, as did her desire for orgasms.

I figured out what I wanted from her, and I gave her a set of rules. Free to give her whatever rules I wanted to, I was able to realize what they should be.

Now she's not allowed to show desire, whether for fucking, coming, or anything else. She knows now that when I lie down naked on my back, she should eat me. And I fuck her any way I want to, anytime I want to. She's only allowed to come when I fuck her now, which in practice means she's not allowed to come anymore.

I hurt her as much as I want to. She's allowed to show pain or pleasure, because I like that. As long as she does it quietly. I've never fucked someone in the ass for such extended periods. It hurts her so much she can barely stand it, especially at first, but she never stops me.

* * *

Twenty years ago I was a sensitive New Age guy. Sex was a complicated, negotiated process. I had to make sure each step of the way that everything was good, pleasurable, mutual. That was great for some women, and for others, as in the main protagonist in the Secretary, in retrospect, it probably bored them to tears.

Meeting Kathy was complicated for me at the time, back then. I couldn't admit to myself what I really liked. Though I had some idea what she liked. I found out after she and I got involved that her ex was lovers with another lover of mine. He had broken up with her not only because she, it turned out, had some pretty serious issues and would randomly freak out at him for no particular reason, but also because he was uncomfortable with her rape fantasies.

I never brought up with her that I knew of this previous relationship. But I wondered when she might mention these rape fantasies with me, and I wondered how I might react. I had no idea. I was definitely uncomfortable with the idea, but not so much so that I was thinking about breaking up with her or anything. (Except for the fact that she eventually started randomly freaking out at me, too.)

Kathy and I had probably been lovers for only a few days when she first asked me, "do you have any fantasies?"

At which point I realized, I hadn't given the subject much thought. Although up til then, my mid-twenties, I had, in retrospect, had had a pretty impressive series of relationships with some pretty fabulous young women, I didn't think of myself as a casanova or anything. I had had many unhappy months on end as a single person up til then, and I didn't like that at all. My fantasy, really, was just to have the chance to fuck a hot young thing like Kathy on a nightly basis.

"I don't know," was my reply, if I recall. A fairly honest one, really.

"Do you?" I asked her. Dishonest question, since I knew she did, and I knew what some of them were. I don't remember how she answered, just that it was elusive.

Without any verbal understanding about this stuff, we started living out my fantasies, ones I didn't know I had, and would have been too much of a born-again feminist to feel the least bit comfortable talking about if I had known I had them anyway.

I wanted to hurt her and I wanted to deny her pleasure, and I started doing both of those things every night, while we both maintained some kind of weird pretense that we were having a normal kind of sexual relationship. I think we even talked of "making love" rather than fucking. But we were fucking. Or more to the point, I was fucking her.

She'd come if I fucked her while facing her, so I took to doing that a bit, until she was close to the edge, and then turning her around, onto her knees, me behind her on mine. This position was good not only for denying her orgasms, but for causing her a lot of pain. This was the angle where it was easy for me to hit her cervix hard with my dick.

I remembered other relationships with hot, petite women like Kathy who I had been lovers with. Depending on the woman, there was always a position that was she would call a "bad angle." What that "bad angle" was would vary, depending on the person, but we'd always find it, and then avoid it.

Invariably, hitting on that "bad angle" would elicit a gasp of sudden pain. Sometimes it would mean the end of intercourse for the night, or at least a few minutes off for her to collect herself.

With Kathy, I'd put her on her knees and bend her to the position that involved the bad angle. She'd always willingly go into that position. I'd then fuck her hard, fast, repeatedly pounding on her cervix. She'd tense up and sweat. I knew there was no pleasure involved for her, only pain, and lots of it. She knew it, too, but not a word was ever spoken of it by either of us.

After sex we'd maintain the pretense. "Did you like that?" I'd ask. "Oh yes," she'd reply, smiling a forced smile, actively repressing the winces and the tears, neither of which she'd ever show me.

* * *

Somehow, meeting Jennifer was a turning point of sorts. Not the turning point where I realized it was OK to be open about having a certain kind of kink disposition. DS, I learned to call it, much later, and learned that it was OK. And especially OK - perhaps only OK - when verbally acknowledged first, with all sorts of rules and boundaries drawn up in the process, too.

I hadn't figured that out yet when I met Jennifer. I had only gotten to the point of figuring out that while I was still enough of a decent human being to know that consent was important, I no longer felt like I needed to be too hypersensitive in the process, in a somewhat warped sense.

Another thing that had changed since around the time I met Jennifer was that beautiful young women were pretty much regularly throwing themselves at me after I played a show, on a regular basis.

I couldn't believe it was happening at first. It was way too good to be true. I knew that I wanted to fuck one out of ten women I saw walking down the street, based on just about nothing but their looks, but that seemed like the way of things between men and women. The idea that there were all these women out there who were ready to fuck me on the basis of my ability to write songs and play the guitar without otherwise knowing me at all was astonishing.

I had become so used to the idea that sex had to involve love, and that it was bad to want sex from someone you didn't love, or worse, didn't know at all, that I had managed to convince myself that men were basically unruly and fucked up, and that women weren't like that. Figuring out that they were basically just as stupid as we were, just that the stupidity took different forms, was a revelation.

But after a while I realized that if I asked a woman to go have a smoke with me or whatever, alone, even though both of us knew that we didn't know each other at all (aside from her having just heard my show and not left the room yet, whatever you can judge from that set of facts), she would usually say yes. And if she said no, I was usually able to ascertain that she had not been offended by my asking, and was usually flattered, even if she declined my request/offer.

Jennifer was another one of these impossibly beautiful women. 24 years old, athletic, she ran every day, had large, pert breasts and abs of steel, and a glowing, gorgeous face framed by long locks of hair that were somewhere in between wavy and curly.

I had asked her if she wanted to come back to the farm with me, where I was staying, and she came. We talked and smoked for a couple hours there at the farm in the woods. I was ten years older than her, which seemed like a vast age difference at the time, thirteen years ago, when I was in my thirties. I felt like I understood her well, and felt a little bad about the extent to which I did, somehow. Was this fair or honest? Legal, yes. Consenting, adults, etc., yes. Beyond that? Pretty ambiguous, though I was far too unsophisticated at the time to have really grasped that concept. And maybe too arrogant as well.

In any case, here we were. Jennifer was a woman with a privileged background. She had just graduated the previous spring from four years of university, and the world was her oyster. She had spent a summer in Mexico, and had the kind of worldly confidence that I thought I knew was borne out of only a very limited amount of actual life experience at this point.

Years later, I thought, she would look back on this stage in her life and think, I sure thought I was hot shit back then. She'd think, that was my promiscuous phase, when I felt like I had something to prove to myself and others. I knew that. I hoped she wouldn't think ill of me later on. Which didn't stop me from telling her that I was going to go sleep under the stars, and she was welcome to join me if she wanted to.

She did. We walked out of the living room in the farm, leaving the group of people we had been hanging out with, and we both did so in a way that it was clear we were both trying to give the impression that we were just two friends or acquaintances or something who were going off to sleep next to each other. Maybe there was nothing sexual about it.

I reminded myself that that might have indeed been the case, that I didn't know what her intentions were, and certainly sleeping next to each other under the stars was not consent to sex.

We had only been lying down together for a few minutes when Jennifer's hands began to feel my body, under my t-shirt, which I had worn to bed, trying not to be presumptuous. We both began to unbutton and unzip each other out of our clothes, until soon we were naked together. I reveled in her classically stunning body, kissing her and licking her everywhere, which she clearly was enjoying.

I wanted to fuck her, and I asked her if I could. Probably I asked her if she wanted to have sexual intercourse with me, rather than using a harsh word like "fuck," but that's what I wanted to do to her little body.

She said yes, unequivocally. I said what I had become accustomed to say.

"If I do anything that you don't like, if you want me to stop doing something that I'm doing, if anything is making you uncomfortable, just tell me, OK?"

"OK," she replied.

In years past, I might then have spent the rest of the evening trying to find things to do to her that pleased her, things that made her say "more," but I knew then that that wasn't what I had in mind. What I had in mind was to exploit her desire to please me, her desire to prove her worldliness. To push her, to do with her as I pleased, to take from her what I wanted.

What I didn't know was whether she'd like it, or whether she'd tell me to stop. Or whether she'd take it even though it hurt too much, in order to give me what I wanted as best she could.

I started out fucking her gently, slowly, and enjoying every second of it. Her lean, long legs were open only part way. I asked her to do what I suspected she didn't want to do, since I figured, as worldly as she was, that she knew it was something I might want, but that it might hurt her - to put her legs up in the air, wide, with her knees up closer to her chest.

She did this, in an almost apologetic way. I fucked her slowly and deeply now, and she looked somewhat overwhelmed. It was too deep. She bit her lip. It was hurting her. I don't know if she thought I didn't see her bite her lip, or if she knew I was ignoring the fact that she had just done that, pretending I didn't understand the signal. I did understand it, and I ignored it. I had told her to tell me if she wanted me to stop doing anything, and I assumed she knew that what I meant by that was verbal communication. You can bite your lip all you want to and I'll pretend it's not happening, I thought, saying nothing, feeling somewhat conflicted, but fucking her hard and deep nonetheless.

Not only did I ignore this signal, but I then got up on my knees. At this point she started looking timid. I imagined that in past relationships with younger men, they had come quickly. Maybe she had never been fucked really hard before. Or maybe some guys had tried to fuck her hard, but they were closer to her age, and she felt more confident about telling them that this hurt and wasn't good, and they had stopped, apologizing along the way, as sensitive guys are wont to do.

She gave another physical sign that this wasn't such a good thing for her. I was on my knees, but she was pressing her legs downwards, as if to suggest, let's go back to that other position. I ignored this, and instead used my hands to pull her legs further apart, and up towards her chest. I held them in that position and fucked her hard, picking up speed as I went.

It felt so good to me, but it was clearly overwhelming for Jennifer. She looked like she was trying with all her might to let me keep her legs in that position. She could have pushed against my arms, but she knew this would be an admission of defeat. She bit her lip more, and started pinching her own breasts, as if to try to distract herself from the pain I was subjecting her to. She looked up to the stars as if she were trying to find strength from some heavenly body. I don't know if she found it there, but it seemed she found it from somewhere, for she kept her legs in the position I had put them in, breathing heavily, saying nothing.

Eventually I stopped for air, savoring the stillness, lowering myself, savoring her lithe body against mine.

I could tell she had had enough. I didn't let on, though, and neither did she. Instead, she took the opportunity of the lull in activity to take initiative herself. It was somehow obvious that the initiative she took wasn't one she was taking because she really wanted to see what it was like to be on top for a change. She was getting on top because she had been feeling distinctly not in control of the situation when I was on top, and she was hoping this would change now.

I looked up at her, attempting to take in the full extent of her exquisite beauty, and failing to do so. I tried some more. She moved slowly back and forth, gingerly. It felt less like she was fucking me, and more like she was nursing a wound, while trying to pretend she wasn't. I loved watching her body move like that, and it felt good, too, but I wanted to fuck her harder.

"Will you lay down on me?" I asked.

She did, readily. We both relaxed, and it was again good to feel her body next to mine. I held her tightly with my arms around her back. I lifted her hips in the air a couple inches.

I don't think she was even aware that it was possible to be fucked hard in that position. It felt like she was making a new, terrible discovery. I fucked her faster and harder in this position than at any other time in the evening, and I believe harder than she had ever been fucked. Her body in my arms started to feel like a thing that had once again lost control of the situation, a sort of defeated person, trying desperately to behave as she thought I expected her to behave under the circumstances, always taking what I had to give her. Her face was next to mine so that I couldn't see her expressions, and I found myself feeling uneasy imagining the look of pain, perhaps despair.

When I moved her to her side, with me above her, her right leg up and left leg down, between mine, in the position where I knew I could fuck her the deepest, she seemed to know this was the case, too. She had a slight look of shock on her face, and I believe I talked to her to make sure she wasn't actually in shock. After making sure she wasn't having some kind of dissociative episode, which I knew was stepping over the line of any kind of plausibly acceptable behavior, I then fucked her deep and hard some more.

She buried her face in the pillow, so I couldn't see her expressions. I was hoping she'd do that. I knew that if I saw a look of really serious agony on her face, I would probably stop, even if she never told me to verbally. But she kept her face buried, and I imagined that she was my sex doll, a warm sex doll with an impossibly tight, realistic little pussy that I could fuck as much as I wanted to, and I did, reveling more with each passing second.

Finally, she may have been at her breaking point. She may have been about to tell me to stop, or perhaps to slow down, at least. She gasped for air, with her face exposed again, and the look of absolutely authentic, serious pain on her face was exquisite. It was seeing this look on her face that made me come, inside the condom we were using. The knowledge, too, that she could likely endure no more of this, was also exquisite.

I didn't ask her if it was good for her. I knew it hadn't been.

"That was amazing," was probably all I said, and I meant every word. She may have politely agreed. We slept beside each other, spooning the rest of the night.

She got up before I woke. I believe she was scared I'd want to fuck her again in the morning. Rather than being faced with the prospect of saying no to me, or exposing herself to more pain, she took the third option, and got up.

The fact that she never wanted to have sex with me again after that was a big part of my future education. It was only much later that I learned there's more to consent than just saying yes, or not saying no. If you're into causing someone a lot of pain, it's much better if you tell them in advance, and see if they respond enthusiastically to this idea, when it's actually verbalized.

At the same time, it was undoubtedly the lack of what you might call DS consent, rather than just consent for sex, that made my one night with Jennifer probably the most memorable night of that year, at least. For me, anyway.

* * *

"I need you to hurt me," you say again. It's my favorite phrase. I love it when you say that. Someday maybe I'll know why.



Becoming Dominant Ch. 02



Sorry it's been so long. If you read the first chapter a long time ago, you might want to look again. I did a major re-vamp to give the characters a little more depth & put Casey into a more comfortable age. Hope you all enjoy!



"Can't believe how much I ate," Casey chuckled to himself. He pushed aside his second plate, looking across the table at his beautiful foster mother, lover, mentor and, for lack of a better word, dominant.

She was, like Casey, wrapped in one of the hotel robes. It was better that their eyes took a short rest from one another's bodies so they could eat. She promised it wouldn't always be like that. "When a dominant is first claimed and awakened, the metabolism kicks into overdrive for a short time," Monica explained. "Like I said, some of what's happening to you goes beyond sex. You're going to be stronger and healthier than before. Your body needs protein and vitamins and all the rest of that stuff so it can start catching up. But even so," she said, nudging aside her own plate, "you're going to have a very healthy apetite. Just don't worry about putting on fat. That's not where it's going."

Casey's head tilted curiously. He glanced at Monica's plate. She had just downed an extra-large cut of room service prime rib herself. "Where's it going, then?"

Her eyes fixed on his, and she spoke just slowly enough to give her dirty talk gravitas. "Cum," she said. "Your body is going to make lots and lots of cum, Casey. More than any ordinary man ever could. You were made to fuck and cum."

His cock had never really deflated, but even in a relaxed, semi-erect state it was still bigger than he'd ever been while completely aroused before. It also never stopped feeling good. He felt powerful. Desirable. Monica's dominating bedroom stare and vulgar language threatened to harden it back up again.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to you talking like that," he grinned. Then a shadow passed over his face, not long enough to erase his smile, but enough to make it waver.

Monica saw. "What is it?" she asked.

"Nothing about you, it's just...well, not really about you. I'm just...God, just a couple days ago I was still dodging bullets and IEDs. I slept a little bit on the plane home, but really I was just in a warzone, and it seems like I blinked and now there's you and me and all this."

Her fingers ran through his dark, stubby hair, still cut very short as a sign of the occupation he had only left yesterday. "I feel a little bad about that," she said.

"Don't. Monica, I wouldn't trade this—being with you—for anything."

"I know. I feel the same way. But that's not what I mean, though. I know you just got back. You need time to decompress. Sort through all the bad stuff you must be carrying around in your head, and I know it has to be there. You went through too much to not have some baggage.

"I just...wanted you to have a happy homecoming," she shrugged. "As happy as I could make it. And it's not like they're giving you guys the parade you deserve, so I figured I wouldn't wait on this anymore."

"I'm glad you didn't, Monica. I love you."

She smiled. He heard her breath grow heavier for a moment, and she had to wipe her eyes. "I love you, too, Casey," she said. "I was so afraid for you, all the time."

"I know," he nodded.

"You don't," she shrugged. "I could've derailed your whole enlistment by claiming you before you signed up, but you wanted it so bad, and the whole time I thought, 'My God, what if he dies? What if something happens to him?' I'd think about all the stuff you could've missed out on...

"Casey, love, I need you to understand: everything you ever did before yesterday was all you. No dominant power. No better-than-normal metabolism. It doesn't work like that. Everything you did in school and the Army was all you, Casey. Nobody can ever take that away from you."

"That does kind of mean something," he mumbled, now that he thought of it. "That was kind of bugging me in the back of my head."

Monica nodded. "You aren't dominant until some other dominant claims you. Makes us all wonder how the first came about and all that, but that's how it works now at any rate. Anyway. We weren't talking about that. The Army, the war...did you want to talk about that?"

"I dunno. I don't think so. I mean I do eventually, but...seems kind of less pressing right now. Not with everything you're showing me." He gave her a bit of a smile. "I'm not afraid to talk about it, but I'd rather we keep talking about all the awesome sex. Or, you know, have the sex."

It made her grin. "Oh, there'll be plenty of that. Listen, Casey. We have to be completely intimate. You can't keep any secrets from me. I don't want to press you about the war; that's your own thing to talk about when you're ready. But for anything else? Don't ever worry about offending me. Your first loyalty is to me, and even though I'm the dominant one here, my first loyalty is to you. And so much of what we are is about sex. We have to be ready to be explicit, Casey. Explicit and completely open. Are you ready to talk dirty to me?"

"I could," Casey nodded. "I don't think saying these things is gonna be as much of a turn-on for me as hearing them from you is, but sure."

"In all things, Casey," Monica urged him gently. "Not just talking about me. About other people, too. Hold nothing back. Casey, do you like my cunt?"

He blinked. Monica had raised him never to say that. But hearing it now sent a shiver up his spine. "I do," he said. "I'm as in love with your cunt as I am with you."

"Good. We'll all be together again soon," she smiled. "Go take a shower and brush your teeth. I'll join you in a moment."

It was the first time they'd parted, even to a small degree, in well over 36 hours. They had spent all the time since their first night together in one form of naked contact or another. They made love, cuddled and napped together. Meals were all about room service. It was only then that Casey had realized he had hardly gone to the bathroom since they started, too.

He did so now, but he realized that Monica wasn't joking. His body clearly needed every calorie it could manage for his newfound obsession. He certainly couldn't complain.

He'd been in the shower for a few minutes when Monica slipped in. The hot water felt nice; Monica felt much nicer. She slid her hands over him, lustily mapping his body yet again, and finally sank to her knees in front of him.

"I feel like I should be doing that for you," he murmured as her hand and tongue started teasing his shaft.

"I love sucking cock," Monica smiled, "especially dominant cock. And most especially yours." Her mouth slid over his dick then, drawing him in for a slow moment of mutual indulgence.

"Oh God," Casey grunted. "I like...I like going down on you, too."

"I know you do, Casey." She stayed on her knees, milking his member with her hand. "But tell me, honestly: do you want to eat my cunt to make me feel good, or because you enjoy it?"

It took a moment to find his voice. "Both," he said. "Yeah. Both. I can't really tell which is more important."

"Remember that, Casey," she said, kissing between his legs as the water ran down. "Remember how you feel with me, because it'll be the same way for anyone you're with. Women will want to suck your cock. In normal relationships for normal people, a woman might enjoy it because she loves her man, or because she enjoys the power...but with you, they'll take almost as much pleasure in the act as they do in getting fucked. You're doing her at least as much of a favor as she's doing you."

"Can't imagine anyone doing it better than you."

"No. But I have a unique advantage here, because you're mine. You'll find plenty to enjoy when you get sucked off by other women, though. You'll love it just as much, just differently."

"We keep talking about other women," Casey said. "I'm completely in love with you, and that...I mean, I've always loved you as family, but this is so much different. New. How am I supposed to have any interest in other women when there's you?"

Monica rose, slipped in against him, and kissed him longingly. "Casey, love," she murmured, "there's so much to tell. So much to teach you. I love you, and we'll normally be like this...but there's a lot to take in. I have to be a little cruel with you to get my point across on a couple of things. It can't be helped. I'm also going to enjoy it, but not because I want you to feel bad so much as I love the power. I love you more than the power," she added, "but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love them both. You'll enjoy it, and that might be a little embarrassing, but I love you and I'll never tell.

"Are you ready?"

Casey nodded. "Then dry us both off," she said, cutting the flow from the shower, "and come back to the bed with me."

He obeyed. Drying Monica off was a joy. He took his time with it, groping and kissing all the while, and he found himself enjoying Monica's gaze as he dried himself off, too. "You're gonna give me a huge ego if you keep looking at me like that," he grinned self-consciously.

"Good," Monica shrugged. "A certain degree of arrogance actually helps you develop as a dominant. I won't fault you for that. Whether you want to wear it on your sleeve or just keep it down to an internal monologue is up to you," she winked. "I think you'll probably end up with more of the latter, and to be honest, I prefer that. But you're sexy, Casey. So goddamn sexy. You need to accept that. It's not opinion. It's fact."

"I'm beginning to believe it."

She took him by the hand, leading him to the bed and slipping up beside him. They kissed, intertwining together and enjoying one another's bodies. "Lesson time," Monica murmured finally.

"Okay."

"First things first. I know what kind of guy you are, Casey. You're a nice guy. You're naturally humble. You think of other people first. I did everything I could to encourage that as you grew up, and your parents did, too. So I suspect you're a little uncomfortable on some level with the kind of power I'm talking about with you, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "Yeah, I kind of am."

Monica nodded. "When your mother and I met, we were both going to college. Well, okay, we were going to college for the first time...I rather enjoy being a college student. Both for the academics and the extracurriculars. But when we first met, it was my first undergrad, and I was a philosophy major. I was very focused on ethics. So I want you to understand, Casey, that I've given all this a whole lot of thought, and I'm comfortable with it. I think you'll be, too."

"Okay," Casey said, encouraging her to go on.

"The way you feel with me is very much the way other women will feel with you," she said. "It's not about gender. It's not about men dominating women. I'm a woman and I can dominate men. It's about being dominant or not.

"This isn't some form of straight mind control, either. Women will change their habits, their behavior and even their desires for you, but so will people in ordinary relationships to some extent. It'd take an awful lot of time and influence to completely change someone's personality. I think it's a good thing. I like enjoying people for who they actually are.

"You can make women vastly less inhibited, and the ones you fully dominate will pick up your desires and become comfortable with them, but it's not like you're wiping the slate clean when you claim them. You shouldn't think you're brainwashing anyone."

"I shouldn't?"

"Well," Monica shrugged a little, "more importantly, unless you deliberately try to hurt someone, women really won't regret the things they do for you or with you. Being with you feels too good. You'll learn how to let a girl off easy. I'll teach you."

"How long will they stay with me?"

"Long as the relationship holds up," Monica shrugged again. "Usually that's for as long as your interest lasts. Sometimes a playmate or a lover will show some little signs, though. I've been through hundreds of short-term partners, dozens of long-term lovers, and I've never had a bitter one yet."

"Wow."

"Like I said, I don't know if it's magic or a trick of evolution or what, but given how insanely convenient this all is, I'd lean towards magic." She gave a bit of a smirk. All the while, her hands roamed up and down his body.

"It is pretty hard to believe."

"I know. So. I want you, Casey, to think of everything you believed about relationships before this weekend. Everything about your ego and all that. Because I'm about to destroy it all so you'll understand how it works for people like us."

She slid from his touch. "Take that cock in your hand," she said, "and stroke it. I want to watch you jerk off, Casey. Don't stop unless I tell you to, and if you're gonna cum, then you go right ahead and cum on yourself."

He blinked, even as he obeyed. She grinned. "Like I said, you're not a normal guy. You've got cum to waste. Enjoy it."

As she stood and watched, Casey gripped and stroked his shaft. He was slow at first, but soon found himself jerking off in front of Monica as shamelessly as if he were alone.

"Are you embarrassed?" she asked, maintaining her mischievous grin.

"Um. Kind of. A little."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah. Mmh. Yeah. Wow. Better than ever, to be honest. Just feels weird doing it in front of you."

"Feel free from now on," Monica shrugged. "In fact, from now on, if you're jerking off or doing anything sexual when I walk into a room, don't you dare stop. You can feel embarrassed all you want, but if it feels good, do it.

"And by the way," she added, "far as I'm concerned, that's the greatest cock in the world and I'm always glad to see it being worked."

Casey's heart swelled. So did his pleasure. He watched Monica's incredible ass sway as she moved to the big screen television across the room. She slipped a plain DVD from the duffelbag laying beside it. There was no packaging beyond an envelope, and no label other than a handwritten date. Monica put it in the player and got the set going, and seemingly made one deliberately sexy pose after another for Casey while she did it.

"How many girlfriends have you ever had, Casey?"

"Three," he answered.

She knew this, of course. She knew all about it. "Consuela was a nice girl, but went away to college after high school," Monica said, picking up the remote and sauntering back to the bed. "Lisa dumped you for another guy while you were stateside. Melanie swore she'd wait for you and immediately started cheating on you at the beginning of this last deployment. Any one-night stands or very short term flings worth talking about?"

His hand was still working his cock, but more of his attention was on the conversation than self-pleasure. "Not worth talking about," he shrugged.

"Well. In any of those relationships, would you have ever considered letting her sleep with another guy? Or going in on a three-way with another guy?"

Casey didn't have to give it much thought. "Not really, no. Maybe that's ego, but—"

"Don't worry about why," Monica interrupted mildly. "You don't have to justify that. Either okay with something like that or you're not. You might change your views over time. You might not. You're entitled to your preferences. So, you've never wanted to share your women?"

"No, but I know you—"

She held her hand up again. She smiled, but she was in charge. "Next question. A few months ago, I worked a question into a conversation on the phone. I asked you who the nicest guys in your class were. Do you remember?"

"I do," he said.

"Do you remember who?"

"Yes." His hand moved more slowly on his cock. He wondered where this was going.

Monica slid in beside him and clicked "play" on the remote.

The video showed Monica, naked and on her knees in some living room somewhere. She ran her hands over her body, looking at the camera with a sultry grin. The cameraman's hands shook a little. This was clearly a camcorder—a decent one, but a simple camcorder nonetheless.

Behind Monica, sitting on the couch, was some naked, relatively thin guy stroking his cock. Casey couldn't see his face yet, but he had instant suspicions.

"God damn," said the very familiar voice of the cameraman, "you are fucking fine."

"This is all for you, baby," Monica said to the camera, even pointing to it. "We're filming this just to make the point." Then she turned, on her knees, crawling between the legs on the couch. Monica took the cock in her hands, stroking it and kissing the skin around it.

The picture pivoted up. Casey immediately recognized Calvin's face. The young college student looked down at Casey's foster mother with an expression of abject lust. Then his eyes rolled back into his head as Monica took him into her mouth. The camera swung around to give a good view of the dick going in and out between her lips.

Casey watched in silence. His hand gripped his cock tighter and stroked harder, but he didn't even notice it until Monica asked him, "Does this make you uncomfortable at all?"

"Oh my God," Casey said, beating himself off while he watched the woman he loved go down on an old classmate, "no. I can't believe it, but no."

"What do you want to see happen, Casey?"

"I want...I want to see you get fucked."

She chuckled. "Good, 'cause here it comes. That's Nathan on the camera, by the way."

Casey watched with wide eyes. Nathan moved behind her, panned down to his own naked cock, and brought it up between the lips of the pussy offered up to him with wide-spread legs. Nathan groaned as his dick went inside her. So did Casey. Soon, he did more than groan. He came.

White fluid spat out from his penis to cover his belly. Some got on Monica, who lay curled up beside him. Some landed all the way up his chest. It wasn't really as intense as the orgasms he'd shared with Monica directly, but it was real nonetheless.

"I imagine you'd really love to fuck me right now," Monica murmured into his ear, "but the real question is...if I walked out of here right now, would you keep watching this and jerking off?"

"Yes," Casey said, stunned at himself once again. He kept beating off. "Yes, I would."

"Good," she said. She ran a finger over the cream on his chest and licked it clean. "You taste divine, by the way. Just so you know.

"Anyway. This is the only copy of this DVD, and they don't really remember who it was they were with. They just remember it happening. You can have it if you really want it, but once your perspectives reassert themselves I'm sure you'll realize this is a fairly minor pleasure once the novelty wears off. You're a dominant. You've got better things to do than beat off to porn, even if it's about me. Mostly I just wanted to make a point with this."

She turned off the video and the screen, then dropped the remote off the side of the bed. Monica moved in much closer, licking his soiled chest and hard abs. Casey's pace of self-pleasure slowed to accommodate her. "Mmmh," she grinned, "I love your cum so much."

Then she straddled him. Gentle motions with her hands pushed his away from his groin. Soon she was running her very wet pussy up and down the length of his cock, granting them both shuddering pleasure. "So what I hope you got from this is that I can have pretty much anyone I want," she said.

"I never had any real doubt."

"Sweet of you, but still," she smirked. "I can have pretty much anyone I want, and so can you, Casey. Remember, it's not a gender thing. You're going to have women throwing themselves at you, but it's not because women are inherently weak, or because you're male. It's because you're dominant. About the only time you'll ever need to deal with a potential sexual partner on a basis of equality is if it's another dominant...which happens, and we'll talk about that later.




Becoming Dominant Ch. 02



"The other point I wanted to make, though, is that your partners very quickly become open to anything you want. They want to see you happy. Women will honestly be turned on by seeing you fuck other women right in front of them. They'll want to join in, sure, but they'll be fine with just watching, or walking away, or even facilitating. No jealousy. No hurt feelings."

"That's unbelievable," Casey breathed. So was the pleasure of her cunt teasing his dick.

"They'll feel the same way you felt just now," Monica told him. "Moreso, even. Horny, unselfish devotion. I know it doesn't make a lot of sense, but that's how it is. So tell me, lover, how does this make you feel?"

"Like I need your cunt so fucking bad," he hissed. "Fuck me, Monica. Let me fuck you. I need to cum in you so much."

Monica giggled. "Class dismissed," she said, then guided him inside her impossibly tight, wet, welcoming pussy. "Time for recess."

He only got a few strokes in before he erupted in a shuddering, muscle-clenching orgasm. Monica was set off easily enough as well. It was okay, though; when their climax subsided, they had more than enough energy and desire to keep right on going.

Casey lay back and took in the beauty of her through all of his senses as she rode him in luxury. He breathed in deeply, smelling her sweat, her breath and her sex. He heard the soft moans and grunts of happiness as if every one of them lent some dearly-sought approval. His eyes stayed open most of the time as she fucked him, filling him with the sight of her lovely face and glorious chest, though he frequently had to close his eyes and just soak in the feeling of her skin against his and the warm, tight slide of her cunt over his cock. Her kisses, too, filled his sense of taste with wonder, though there was one other taste he longed for.

Again, she seemed to read his mind. "You belong to me," she grinned evilly.

"Yes."

"You're my man. My strong, sexy soldier, and I fucking own you."

"Yes," he smiled, feeling no shame in embracing it. "I love you for it, Monica. I'm yours."

"Good boy," she smiled back. She reached up around his head to grab at the plush pillows and sank all the way down on his cock, gesturing for him to lift his head so she could prop it up under the cushions. Then she shifted back up a bit, still keeping his cock partly inside her as she brought her breast to his mouth. Her arms slid gently around his neck. She brushed her fingers over his head, whispering to him in soft, nurturing tones, "I'll take care of you, Casey. Just let go. I'm here, baby."

He licked and nibbled at her erect nipples, and soon he tasted the wonderful milk within. "Just let it happen, baby," she murmured soothingly. "I'm here for you. I know what you want. I'm here for you."

Casey drank. It tasted every bit as good as the honey from her cunt, the warmth of her kiss. He realized, from her breath and her subtle moans, that this intimacy felt about as wonderful to her as his cock inside her. Slowly, lovingly, Monica fucked him as he sucked from her breast, eventually offering up the other in turn when he wanted more. They came together, semen and juices mixing freely. There was lust, comfort, solace and love.

"Save this for the special ones, Casey," she smiled softly as he drank from her breast. "Only the special ones."

Passion eventually abated. They lay in one another's arms, still joined together but merely content to remain engaged. Casey never softened. Monica never ran dry.

"This is wonderful," he murmured to her, stroking her hair. "I could make love with you forever."

"Oh, you'd be missing out on the rest of the world," Monica smiled. "So many other lovely women."

"Keep 'em," Casey shrugged. "I just want you. How could I ever want anyone else? You're amazing. And I—I mean, I'm not trying to judge you, you can do whatever you want, I just...can't imagine anything being this good."

His lover gave him a skeptical smile. "You're sweet," she said, kissing him and then sitting up, driving his cock deeper into herself once more. Her hands roamed over his chest. "Casey, I swear on my life, you've got the most amazing cock I've ever felt. Nobody's ever going to fuck me better than you—and you'll get even better with practice—but I'm not giving up playing around," she said.

"I know."

She looked hard in his eyes. Monica rode him softly, continuing their pleasure, and her hands kept moving around on his chest. "I'm going to fuck other men, Casey. Lots of other men. Women, too, when the mood takes me. But lots of men. I'm going to suck cock and swallow cum, and when I feel like it, I'm going to let them use me like a whore, Casey."

She was dominating him. He realized that. His heart pounded and his breath deepened, but above all the pleasure coursing through his dick and then through the rest of his body could not be denied.

"Sometimes several at a time," she continued, still fucking him in a slow, controlled grind. "Sometimes behind your back. Sometimes right in front of you, maybe. I don't know. It just feels good to know I can.

"Don't cum," she said, grinding on him a bit more. It was glorious pleasure; Casey had just been on the cusp. She teased him a moment longer, then reached for her phone. She keyed in only a couple of commands, then held it to her ear. "Come in now," she said, and then put it back on the nightstand.

"Monica?" he asked.

"It's time you joined the party for real," Monica smiled wickedly. "I've got a present for you." Then she rolled off of him. "Lay still. No touching yourself." Monica stayed on the bed but crawled to its other side, reaching for the bottle of wine and the glass on the other nightstand as he heard the suite's door open and then shut again.

"Mistress?" a woman's voice asked. Casey looked toward the sound. She was a tall brunette, with green eyes and a lovely figure highlighted by stockings, garters, a half-cup bra and no panties. Her well-groomed brown bush lay temptingly underneath the black lace frame of her garter. Casey's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as Tori, the gorgeous driver of Monica's rented limo, stepped to the foot of the bed.

Tori glanced at him with obvious appreciation, even to the point of distraction, but she had clear desire for Monica, too. Monica, for her part, reclined on the pillows after pouring herself a glass of wine. She smiled at her driver in a show of beautiful, naked decadence.

"Tori, you look lovely," Monica said approvingly. She glanced at Casey. "Doesn't she?"

"Yeah," Casey answered after swallowing hard. For a moment he felt a bit embarrassed to be lying here naked like this right in front of her, but then he felt a swell of pride as he noticed how often Tori kept glancing at him. Pride and desire.

"Tori's one of mine, Casey," Monica explained, a soft, gentle tone in her voice. "She flew up here with me. I claimed her about a year ago. I want to give her to you."

He blinked. "What?"

"She's mine, and I want you to have her," Monica repeated patiently. Her smile told him she knew exactly how crazy this sounded. It was what she'd been talking about all along, and yet now there was someone else actually there hearing it. Participating in it.

Willingly, from the looks of things. Casey saw that Tori was very much aroused. Her chest rose and fell heavily, drawing attention to her hardened nipples. "Mistress," Tori breathed, "I want to do whatever you want, but I don't want to betray you."

Monica winked at Casey. "It's all just flavor. Sometimes I play girlfriend. Sometimes I play whore. Sometimes I play slave-mistress. I prepared her for this, just to make your first one fun and easy." She turned her attention to Tori. "Darling, you know I adore you. I want what's good for you. Casey's a wonderful man, and he might very well feel like sharing sometimes. He's mine just like you are. If he doesn't want you, I'll keep you all to myself. But if he does..."

The blonde dominant's gaze slid back to Casey. "You can smell her, can't you? Smell her desire. How much she wants it. I know you like her, Casey. I could tell right away. I knew you would, which is why I brought her."

The brunette simply stood, waiting with deer-in-the-headlights eyes. The shudder in her breath told Casey that this had her horribly turned on. Whether this was embarrassing to her or distressing in any way, it also felt very good. She seemed on the verge of orgasm.

"I want you to follow your instincts, Casey. Follow your urges. Follow your desires. Think with your cock," she smiled hungrily. "If you really don't want other women, that's fine. It won't change a thing between us. I love you, Casey. want you to do what makes you happy. So if you want Tori, you can have her." Monica raised the glass to her lips and said, somewhat tauntingly and somewhat lovingly, "She likes it from behind."

It was as if Monica had thrown a switch inside him. Casey rose from the bed, looking to Tori hungrily. He felt affection for her, strangely enough, but mostly just desire. Tori couldn't take her eyes off of him. She watched as he came close, looking him over like he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

"Do you really want this?" Casey asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you," she replied.

He looked back to Monica. She reclined on the bed with her drink in her hand, looking interested and utterly untroubled. "Be what you are, love," she encouraged him.

Casey reached up to caress Tori's face. She trembled, but turned into his touch, wanting more of it. He could feel her desire. Hear it. Smell it. He moved in to kiss her, softly at first, then with growing need. Tori accepted his kiss, drawing him in deeper and wanting more. She whimpered in a note of surrender.

It triggered something else within him.

His kiss grew ravenous, but then he pulled away and slipped around her. Tori gasped with need and excitement as Casey's hands came around her front, squeezing her breasts to her immediate pleasure. She all but melted into him, leaning back against his chest and letting him manipulate her tits as he kissed and sucked on her neck. Casey unfastened the clasp on her bra, sliding it off of her before he groped more.

The magnificent cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass drove her insane. It became obvious as she ground against it. The feeling was mutual; as she leaned her head back into his shoulder and her hair fell all over him in a light caress, Case could think only of fucking her and making her his own.

Casey pushed forward and down on her shoulders, bending her over the bed with a gentle yet unrelenting force. Tori let out another moan without the slightest hint of protest.

Casey's cock was still slick with Monica's juices. Tori was wet with her own. Her pussy, though tight, put up no real resistance. It offered only pleasure as Casey pushed into her.

They moaned together. Pressed together, came apart and then pushed together again. His hands came to her hips and he pulled her to him again and again, reveling in the touch of her tight round ass against his groin and the full-length silken squeeze of every inch of his cock.

Abject surrender colored her every moan. Spurred on, Casey fucked her like she was his possession, his conquest...his. He caused her no pain. He was only rough in that he was relentless. Casey felt so much affection for her coupling with his lust that it felt as if she were a longtime friend or a cherished crush.

But in all this, she was his. She knew it and loved it. His every sense told him so. It was a process, a journey her emotions went through as he fucked her, but without even really trying, he realized he was claiming her. He was dominating her, and she loved it.

"Oooh God, fuck me. Fuck me. I'm yours, Casey. Yours," she sang out as she came, hard and long, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over Casey with droplets bouncing everywhere.

He kept fucking. A lustful swelling arose in his groin, threatening to burst through his cock as he slammed into her mercilessly. Tori could barely hold herself up as he fucked her, and came all over again when he finally shot his hot spray of cum into her, spasm after spasm filling her up.

"Yes!" she screamed, throwing her head back in triumphant surrender. "Yes! Fuck! Oh yes!"

He finally slowed for a moment, still holding her hips against his, still burying himself into her. The haze cleared. She was his. He knew that now.

He saw Monica laying there on the bed, relaxing and watching him like a beautiful blonde goddess of lust. "Still want only me?" she smiled wickedly. "Or do you want to join the party?"

Casey felt his lust renewed. How could there be any other answer? "I want it all." 



Becoming Dominant Ch. 03



(More sex for starters, but don't worry; the story won't be one long orgy...Not sure if that's a bad thing on this site, but still.)

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Cum spurt from Casey's cock into Tori once again, instantly setting off yet another simultaneous orgasm as she gasped and moaned bent over the foot of the king-sized bed in front of them. He felt muscles twitch from all the way down his legs up around his ribs as his whole body enjoyed the sensation of cumming into this pussy he had just claimed for himself. Tori seemed out of breath, completely overwhelmed and worn out by the joyful experience. Their fluids dripped out of her pussy. Every single nuance and detail felt like a triumph of pleasure.

Casey gently brought her more or less upright, still inside her as he held her close and offered soothing kisses across her shoulder and back. His strong cock actually seemed to help keep her up. Though she had to twist a bit, Tori managed to bring her lips to his for a soft kiss that seemed to punctuate this fierce, bonding fuck that they had shared.

"Thank you," she whispered with a hint of an exhausted smile.

"Lay down, Casey," beckoned Monica. His naked blonde lover patted the space on the bed next to her. "Lay back here."

Casey gave Tori another soft kiss with his hands cupping and soothing her breasts. They had swung freely under her as he fucked her, yet now stood proudly on her chest as a further testament to Tori's natural beauty. He wanted to play with them more, to fondle and squeeze and suck them now that they were all his to toy with, but Monica was right. Even he needed a rest once in awhile.

Their eyes met, and Tori gave a little nod toward the bed. Casey slipped around her, laying back next to Monica with a heavy sigh of relief. His eyes were mostly on Tori, though in the foreground between them was his own cum-soaked cock, still erect, ready and magnificent.

Tori seemed fixated on it. Casey had thought she would curl up next to him, that they would cuddle or relax together. Instead, she crawled onto the bed to slip between his legs, reverently took his cock in her hand and began to lick and kiss it. Their eyes met as she opened her mouth and took him in, shamelessly devouring his cock.

Monica moved in beside him. "Tell me you don't feel like a god right now," she grinned into his ear.

"I do," he admitted, then let his head tilt back with a groan as he enjoyed Tori's devotion to his cock. "Wow. Yeah, I do."

"Wouldn't give this up for anything, would you?"

He almost said yes, but a thought stopped him. "I'd give it up for you."

"I'm not asking. I'll never ask that. You have to be what you are, Casey." She leaned in to kiss him, doubling his pleasure for a long, sensuous moment. Then she drew back again, to a comfortable distance where she could simply stroke his body as Tori did her work. "You can leave it here," she said, "or you can finish the job."

"Finish?" Casey asked. It certainly felt to him like Tori was well and truly his.

"Talk to her," Monica nodded, gently stroking his scalp. "Tell her what I told you. Tell her what you want from her. What you don't want. Anything. She's yours now, Casey. Dominate her. Dominate her, and she'll obey, and love you for it. Much the way you love me."

His eyes fluttered to hers. His relationship with Tori naturally couldn't be the same. He and Monica were already family before they fucked and fell in love. She was already his best, most intimate friend. But he knew what she meant. His love for her was genuine, and yet there were also aspects of it that went outside the norm. He didn't care if she slept with other guys. He genuinely wanted to obey her. There was love, and then there was the love of her dominance.

"I hardly even know her," Casey said.

"It's okay. You'll get to know her. Trust me. I brought her to you because I knew you'd like her. She's yours now. The rest will come quickly."

Tori kept at him. He looked down at her, seeing nothing but slavish devotion and obvious pleasure. His cock felt good in her mouth for her, too.

"Give yourself to me, Tori," Casey told her softly. He felt her tremble and moan. "Make yourself mine. Keep sucking that cock, Tori. It's where you belong. On your hands and knees for me, loving it. Loving my cock. You're mine."

Her eyes agreed with him. So did her tongue, and her lips, and her hot spit all over his cock.

"No walls," he said. "No secrets. I'll take care of you."

"Tell her how you want her," Monica whispered into his ear. "Be dirty if you want. No secrets from me. Rule her, Casey. However you want. You can change it later, but now's the best time to tell her how you want her."

He looked in Tori's eyes again. Occasionally hers closed, as the pleasures of sucking his cock drew her into complete bliss, but eventually they opened again.

It all felt so good.

"You're beautiful, Tori," he breathed. "You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Enjoy it. Use it. You're mine now. Be sexy for me. Be beautiful for me. No self-doubt. No feeling bad if you think I don't notice or if I'm with someone else. You wouldn't be mine if I didn't want you. I want you to feel sexy and beautiful and enjoy it no matter what."

Monica couldn't help but smile warmly. Something in Tori's eyes changed, mixing heartfelt gratitude with her overwhelming lust.

"You belong to me, Tori," Casey whispered. His hands ran through Tori's brown hair. "Mine alone. Obey me. Obey me...and Monica. I belong to her. She can have you whenever she wants."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, baby," Monica told him.

"I want to," Casey replied. "I love you."

Monica smiled and kissed him again, deeper and longer than before. Tori kept sucking at him. The pleasure overwhelmed him. Cum rumbled through his loins and pumped out of his cock, filling Tori's mouth as she worked to greedily swallow it all. He could hear her moan with pleasure, too, as she came without even the slightest attention to her pussy. His cock cumming in her mouth was more than enough to set her off. Monica's kiss continued as he came, all but drowning him in ecstasy.

She let him settle into a blissful state of relaxation. Tori continued to work his cock, slowly and sensuously, indulging herself at least as much as him.

"Now. Something else important, before I forget," Monica said. "The first few days of awakening to one's dominance are always kind of a binge. If I'd had more self-control, I'd have waited until we got home to LA and then I wouldn't be so concerned...but I'm not letting you out of my sight while we're in another dominant's city."

"I'm more than okay with that. But what do you mean by another dominant's city?"

"Like I said, we're not the only ones. I told you before that it isn't all women or all men. It's not all white people, either. There are a few dozen of us. We generally all get along, though sometimes it's a little like high school for the super-privileged," she smirked. "We divvy up territory to make sure we don't piss in one another's personal swimming pools."

He frowned a bit at that. The feeling of power and sexuality was intoxicating, as was the newness of his relationships with Monica and Tori, but naturally he had thoughts of the potential downsides. "I thought you said this wasn't like some big conspiracy?"

"Well, we don't rule the world or anything," Monica said with a bit of an eyeroll. "In fact, we've generally agreed that about the creepiest thing we could do when we get together would be to conspire about how to influence politics and the like.

"We've got our limits. It's one thing to dominate a few lovers, or even a few dozen, but it's not like you can manipulate a whole crowd. You can't seduce someone who's wound up about something that has nothing to do with sex. And when you think about what would happen if the general public knew about people like us?" Monica shuddered. "We can all get pretty extravagant, but you have to learn to balance it with keeping a low profile. It takes time and practice. Again, you'll need a lot of mentoring and guidance.

"We had a couple of people buy into the whole 'master race' bit back in the '30s, before the war," she continued. "That ended badly. Ugly. But I can't imagine how much worse it would've been if we hadn't gotten rid of those morons before the war broke out."

Casey looked on in awe. "Jesus, what happened?"

"Nothing I'm in the mood to talk about now. Darker days than these were. I'll tell you this much, though: people who get all bent out of shape moaning about the 'good old days' drive me nuts. You think society's a mess now? Try living with separate drinking fountains.

"Anyway. Territories. I'm friends with the dominant who lives here in Seattle. He's a really nice guy named Michael. He knows we're here and he'd probably forgive a transgression or two, but I'd rather not even have the issue."

"So he considers all these people his?"

"No, silly," Monica smirked. "We all just like having places to roam without worrying about playing with someone else's toys by accident. Some of us like to share. Some of us don't. But we all understand that it's best to allow for some distance. I'll teach you about all this later."

Casey nodded. He had a hand on Tori's head as she slowly worked him. She winked back at him as she worked his cock. "Wait," he said, "does that mean LA...?"

"Is mine and yours, yeah," Monica smiled. "All the way through Orange County."

"How'd that happen?" Casey asked, breathing a bit more heavily thanks to Tori's devotion.

"Story for another time. Let's just say your mother and I spent some time in our youth being complete whores even with the other dominants. It led to a very nice payoff. Fun, too."

Monica's head caressed him from shoulder to groin. "Give Tori a break," she said as she lay back on the bed, propped up slightly by the pillows. Her legs spread. She had one hand on her pussy, fingers toying with her own wet flesh. "Come over here and fuck me, lover."

No instruction could make him happier. He guided Tori aside, letting her lay at rest in his spot as he rolled over to kneel between Monica's legs. Casey brought his tireless cock to Monica's spread, welcoming pussy, slid it in slowly and drank in the pleasures of her body with all his senses as she relaxed and enjoyed him.

True to Monica's word, when Casey glanced at Tori he saw not a shred of jealousy or hurt in her eyes. Fucking another woman there, right in front of her, Casey saw only adoration and fascination on Tori's face. She was very plainly happy to just watch.

It was a long time before he came again. Not so for Monica; she was ready and primed for one orgasm after another, and enjoyed them all.

* * *

"It's still constantly there in the forefront of my mind," Casey said, cutting into his steak and eggs at the restaurant table. "I keep thinking of you, and of you," he said, looking from Monica to Tori. "What you look like under those clothes. What you feel like. What I want to do to you. I mean, I'm a guy, so sex is never far from my mind when I'm near a beautiful woman, right? But this is... I don't feel like I'm going to throw you over the table or start talking loud and dirty or anything, but yeah. When I look at either of you, I keep thinking about fucking you."

"I'm glad to hear it," Tori murmured with a mischievous grin. "I belong to you." She sat at the table to Casey's left, dressed in a tight, short black skirt and a white shirt buttoned only high enough to allow some of her cleavage and hints of her black lace bra to show when she turned at just the right angle. 

"Just keep a leash on it, Casey," Monica said in an entirely affectionate tone. She wore a white summer dress that did a lot to show off her curves and natural endowments, looking graceful, elegant and tempting at the same time. "We're down here to see if you can handle yourself in public. Again, if you feel yourself losing it, tell me immediately. That's an order. Tori and I will be happy to take you upstairs and take care of you.

"Mistress," Tori said, dropping her voice a notch lower at the word while they weren't in private, "thank you again for all of this. I'm so grateful. You know I love you, but Casey's just wonderful."

Monica just smiled and shook her head, swallowing a sip of her mimosa. "I've known all along you'd be a good match for him. Don't bother yourself with a moment's regret. We'll obviously still see a good deal of each other," she winked. 

Casey shook his head. "We've only just met," he said, looking back to Tori. "I actually feel a little bad. I mean, I feel so... obviously I'm really attracted to you and I love being with you, but I hardly know you. And you hardly know me."

"I know about you, anyway," Tori shrugged. "Monica talked about you a lot. I've been with her for a little over two years."

"I thought you said it was a year?" Casey asked Monica.

Monica chuckled. "Did I mention how great you are in bed? I may have had a little trouble with math after the fucking you gave me." She gestured to Tori. "Tell him, love."

"I've seen the videos of the plays you did in high school. I thought you were hilarious as the dentist in 'Little Shop.' I've been in the room when she's talked to you over the phone or Skype. And I know you're a card-carrying feminist." Tori raised her glass to her lips as she added, "If it hadn't been for Monica dominating me, a guy like you would've gotten me wet pretty easily."

Casey tilted his head curiously at that, blushing at her dirty flattery but caught by something else she said. "So you know everything about what Monica and I are? The whole dominant thing?"

"Sometimes I explain it," Monica answered first. "Usually I don't. Like I said, Tori's special. She's been my personal valet for a while now...which is usually a man's title, but I like the term better than 'lady's maid.' I claimed her just before they sent you off to Ranger school. She came with me on the trip when I went to your graduation, although I couldn't really have her come to the ceremony with me. Couldn't have explained that."

Casey glanced to Tori. She shrugged with a bit of a blushing smile. "She left me sprawled naked in the hotel suite. I masturbated the whole time she was gone, which was a lot longer than she expected. I'd have loved to go there and meet you then, but on the bright side it was the most fun I ever had all alone."

"A lot longer than she expected, huh?" Casey smirked. He looked to Monica again. "We barely saw each other for an hour before I had to ship back to Fort Lewis."

"Yes, well," Monica shrugged. She took another shameless sip of her drink as she explained, "I'm not normally all turned on by the uniform, but there were quite a few lovely specimens at that base. I'm fairly certain I broke about a dozen laws before I left.

"Anyway, yes. Tori is 'in on it,' as it were. She has a certain extra enthusiasm that I absolutely adore," Monica added with a wink toward Tori. "This is all up to you, of course, but I strongly suggest you let Tori serve as your personal valet as she has served me."

"You're really okay with all this?" Casey asked Tori.

"It may sound crazy, but yes," Tori said. "God, I love it. I've been very well paid. Monica has taken very good care of me whenever I've had trouble. I've gotten to travel and party. It's like being part of an awesome secret society, and even if I'm one of the servants, I feel privileged. Beautiful. Sexy. This is wonderful. Maybe it's the dominance talking, but I honestly feel like wouldn't give this up for anything. I want to serve you, Casey. I want to be yours. It feels too good for words."

He didn't say anything for a long moment. Finally, the admission came out: "It really turns me on to hear you say things like that."

"I'll remember it."

"So what's a valet do?"

"The obvious answer is 'anything you want me to, sir,' Tori grinned, "but mostly it's a lot like being a personal assistant. I'm here to take care of the little chores to free you up for more important things—which is to have a good time. And to be completely available to you, twenty-four-seven."

"I always allow regular time off and plenty of sick days and vacation," Monica put in. "All she ever needed to do was ask. I even forced two weeks in Hawaii on her once. Tori, you can be more explicit with him. No one's listening to us. No secrets. You belong to Casey now."

Casey felt a rush as he heard that. He could tell it put a shiver of excitement up Tori's spine, too. "Monica kept me very close so she'd always have a piece of ass within arm's reach," Tori said quietly, with her eyes on Monica.

"You'll need that while you get used to all this," Monica nudged Casey playfully. "Someone understanding and willing and loyal. And great in bed."

Tori blushed a little, but smiled back fondly at Monica. "I kept myself dolled up for her. Always kept a couple of clean panties in my purse or my pocket for her in case she had need, which was often. I was always ready to swoop in and help her make a graceful exit from a one-night-stand or an orgy."

Casey held up a hand, grinning. "Did you participate?"

"Sometimes," Tori admitted slowly, "when it was girls only. I think Monica had it in her mind to reserve me for you all along. I'd had boyfriends before, but I was always bi. You're the first man I've been with in almost three years."

"Anyway. I stayed close to Monica. Watched out for her. Drove for her much of the time. I was her wingman at the bar when she felt like playing normal, and I helped cover for her trysts when she felt like being naughtier. I bathed her. Took care of her wardrobe. Slept with her whenever she wanted. Kept things smooth at her parties. Helped keep her other servants organized. Interpreted for her while we traveled."

"Interpreted?" Casey asked.

Tori nodded. "I'm fluent in French, Spanish and partially in Japanese. I was a double major in business economics and political science at UCLA when Monica met me. She made sure to keep me on track to graduate last spring. Monica had to teach me to be sexy. I'm actually kind of a nerd."

Silence fell at the table. Casey just stared at Tori in awe. She stared back at him with innocent adoration. Monica smiled wickedly. "I am so insanely turned on right now," Casey declared quietly.

"Told you he'd love all that," Monica quipped.

Tori nodded. "She told me you were always kind of a schoolboy," she said.

"I am."

"Can I ask, then...why the infantry?"

He blinked. For a moment, Casey was honestly surprised that someone so amazing would want to know anything about little old him. He was so absorbed in Tori that he'd all but forgotten himself. "Um," he blinked, "well, my parents and Monica raised me on the low end of middle class, and I always had a thing for the military anyway as a kid and I figured I'd really need the college money anyway, and at the time I thought Afghanistan was really the right thing for America to do, you know?"

Again, Tori nodded, seeming fascinated by this. "I knew that much from Monica," she said. "But you're a smart guy. Seems like there were a lot of other jobs for you to choose from. Why the infantry?"

"Well, I guess..." Casey shrugged. "I guess the whole macho thing of it got to me. I wanted to measure up. And I really wanted to be in the thick of things. Make a difference on the field. I dunno, maybe I had something to prove to myself, too."

"I know what that's like," Tori nodded. "Wanting to prove something."

"So you're really okay with being a valet?"

"This is the most amazing 'valet' job in the world," Tori smiled. "If I had gone on to my MBA, I'd still have a few years of doing grunt work in some office somewhere ahead of me before I really became successful. I don't feel like a grunt here. I felt special with Monica. I feel special with you."




Becoming Dominant Ch. 03



"I, uh," Casey mumbled, "don't really have the money to hire a valet."

"As a matter of fact, you do," Monica corrected him. "But we'll get to that later. How do you feel now?"

He searched for words. "Awesome. Wonderful. Why?"

"Can you control yourself? Or if I walk away from this table, are you going to grab Tori and spread her over it?"

"I think I can keep it together," Casey answered, but he loved the look of complete willingness in Tori's eyes.

"Then I think we should adjourn to the suite, make arrangements to be on the next flight home and spend the rest of the time making sure you're as satisfied as can be before we spend hours in an airport and on a plane."

Casey's grin widened. "Okay," he said, but then put his hand on Tori's. "One last question. You really don't feel any jealousy at all?" he asked.

Tori shook her head slowly. "No. Not when it came to Monica. Not when it comes to you. I'm perfectly comfortable being one of many. Like I said, maybe that's the dominance talking, but it feels good. I know what you are. I'm happy to be part of it.

"I'll facilitate every tryst. I'm your confidant, your go-between and your alibi. I'll wait at home for you when you want me to. I'll come to pick you up when you call for me. I'll wait outside when you say so. I'll keep the husband or the boyfriend distracted when you need the privacy with their woman, and I'll lick you clean when you're done. I'll fetch you water or lube or whatever else you want when you're fucking whomever you please. I'm yours whenever you want me. I'll suck that cock all day long if you let me. And I'll have fun doing all of it, too."

"Sexy lingerie?"

"Every day. Dress me like a toy if you want to."

"Monica?" Casey asked.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm crazy about her," he declared, still looking at Tori.

"Good. I'm glad you like your present. I've got a couple more for you back home."



Becoming Dominant Ch. 04



Author's warning: It turns out this chapter is mostly about lots of indulgent sex. I know I said there would be a plot someday... but for now, we're still in the "Wow all this awesome just fell in my lap" phase. Hope you enjoy.

Tori returned to the suite immediately after checking out at the front desk. Luggage waited in the limo downstairs, the bill had been paid and everything was ready for departure. All that mattered now was the go-ahead from her current and former dominators.

When she opened the door, she couldn't help but smile. Monica wasn't fooling about wanting to keep Casey as satisfied as possible up until the very last minute. The voluptuous blonde knelt on a pillow in front of him at the foot of the bed. She was clad in her white sundress, having taken off only her shoes while she went down on him. Casey, as Monica clearly preferred, was completely naked, but his clothes were laid out beside him. He sat on the bed, his hands on Monica's shoulders as she bobbed up and down on his cock. His expression was one of pure surrender.

She paused to savor the sight of it. Tori knew the sort of feeling Casey enjoyed very well. She'd spent so many long hours in that blissful semi-hypnotic haze of surrender, with her body softly rippling with pleasure. She knew how good it felt to give in, to allow a dominant to do whatever she—and now he—wanted to do to her, and further how good it felt to give back. Once claimed, simply being with an aroused dominant was like a drug. Sex with a dominant was even better.

Her friends and family had wondered, given her studies, her talents and her ambitions, why she chose to work as a personal assistant, even if her job title included the important term "executive" and her boss was so well-connected. She couldn't tell them about the sheer physical and emotional pleasures of her role, of course. Nor could she come up with an adequate explanation as to why playing "assistant" was so much better than any leadership or management job she would find in the ordinary corporate world. But she was happy, and well-compensated, and in the end that was all that mattered. It looked like she was in for a long stretch of more of the same, too.

Tori adored them both. It was not the first time Tori had watched Monica with one of her conquests, but this one clearly went above and beyond anything Tori had witnessed in her short term of service. Tori looked up to Monica, idolized her and felt a sincere sense of love and belonging with her as her valet and confidant...

...but now there was Casey. Everything about him felt right. Everything about Casey and Monica being together felt right. She hated to split them up, but it had to be done.

Tori slipped in behind Monica, caressing her back. Not many of Monica's conquests, male or female, were allowed to be so presumptuous. Tori had been special; she was allowed greater initiative when it came to touch and familiarity than any of Monica's other toys—at least, to Tori's knowledge. There were those who didn't explicitly know the depths of Monica's control and thought themselves perfectly normal boyfriends or girlfriends, but among those who knew that they were conquests and toys, Tori had always been offered special privileges. It was something she cherished. She hoped it would not end, even now that she had a new dominant. "Mistress," she whispered, "we're ready to go whenever you choose."

Monica let out a hum of acknowledgement. Casey only moaned with pleasure. Then Monica pulled away from him, working his cock with her hand but freeing her mouth to speak. "We're almost ready to go, but I need to be able to talk with Casey for a few minutes while we still have the room. Would you mind?"

Tori's eyes lit up. "Of course, mistress," she said with confident joy, and gratefully took up Monica's spot between Casey's legs. Her eyes met with her new dominant's for just a moment before she opened her mouth for him, sliding down on his glorious cock. She gave herself over to the pleasures of having him in her mouth, reveling in the sensation of his head and shaft slowly sliding through her lips, over her tongue and touching the back of her throat. It was hardly any less pleasurable than the feeling of his cock in her pussy. Tori gave in to it, and to him.

"There are a few things I want to know before we get going," Monica told him in a soft, sultry voice as she took a spot beside him. Monica leaned against her lover, breathing into his ear as she spoke. "Don't cum yet, Casey. Once we hit the airport, you'll have to try to think of anything but sex for a few hours. But before we go, I have questions."

"Uhh?" Casey murmured. His eyes fluttered open again. Tori had him enthralled with her mouth, with her hands and with her devotion, yet Casey was able to think through the haze of pleasure. "About what?"

A naughty grin spread across Monica's lips. "Pussy, for starters," she said, soon trailing kisses along his neck and his chest. "Would you prefer your women shave? Or do you like a little hair down there?"

"Seems kind of... not my call to make," Casey shrugged, stroking Tori's neck as she serviced him.

"Silly, you're a dominant," Monica countered. "You absolutely get to make these calls. If it's no difference to Tori, or to me... what would you prefer?" She kissed him softly again. "It's me, love. I'm not asking you to be a good feminist. I want to know what you want. What your cock wants."

He let out a long breath. "Hair," he said finally. "As long as it's taken care of. I like a little color. Something to draw the eyes. Feels intimate."

"What else? Take your time," she counseled, fingers tracing across his scalp. "Let Tori help you. You're thinking clearer now, aren't you?"

"I am," Casey nodded. "Still feels amazing, but I am."

"She's yours. Enjoy her. She can let you turn your mind off and sink into the pleasure, or she can clear your mind better than anything on earth.

"Think, Casey. Tell me what really turns you on. Nothing you say to me will make me love you any less. Everyone has their little perversions. So tell me what you want.

"I've known your girlfriends, but I also know how they've turned out. You never have to settle for less than what you want ever again, Casey. Do you like them older? Barely legal? Any ethnic preferences?"

He gave it a moment's thought. The pause let him focus on Tori's mouth and tongue. "Everything," he said finally. "I'd want them old enough to drink. But hot is hot. Doesn't matter what color or if they're older."

"What turns you on, Casey?" Monica hissed. "Tell me."

"This, right now. Two women. All the attention. I feel awesome. You don't even know."

"Oh, but I do. Nice treat for the ego, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh."

"It gets better," Monica grinned. "What do you daydream about? Tell me your fantasies, Casey. All of them. Anything."

"I'm kinda vanilla," he shrugged. His brain worked just fine. His voice still trembled with pleasure.

"Nothing wrong with that."

"I want it all. I want to be pursued. I want to be the aggressor. I want them to pose. I want them to know they're hot, and enjoy it and to feel confident and offer themselves to me. But mostly I want to know they want me, one way or the other. I don't want them to be clones. I want them to be themselves."

"Variety is good."

"I want them to be slutty, but slutty for me. I don't care if other men want them. That's fine. I just want to know I'm the one getting laid, and I'm the one they're slutty for."

Monica's lips trailed up his neck to his ear. She nibbled on his earlobe, endlessly reminding him of the hold she had over him.

"Lesbians," he said. "Bi. Women with women. So hot."

"Good boy."

"That, too. You. I'm so turned on by you. The confidence. The sexuality. It's like you're flexing some sort of muscle at me. I feel you dominating me."

"You like it?"

"I love it. So much. It's so good."

"I'll keep it up. Surrender and enjoy." She kissed him deeply, telling him once again in no uncertain terms who was in control and why, and he loved her for it.

"What else? Not just me. Think broader."

"...lingerie."

"Hm?"

"I'm crazy about it," Casey admitted. "Gets me every time. Even simple sports bras. But the better stuff... I love it."

"Tell me."

"I used to grab your lingerie catalogues before they wound up in the trash," he said, "and I'd hide them. I know it's just visuals and marketing, but I always think... that's what a woman wears when she feels sexy. When she wants it."

"Anything in particular you like?"

He slowly shook his head. "I like it all. I like the innocent stuff. I like slutty stuff. I like leather. I like French maid outfits and harem girl costumes.

"I like... I love hearing all this submission talk," he confessed. "Hearing how Tori feels about me. All the ego-stroking. I like... I love feeling like a stud and getting you and Tori off. I can't get enough, and... Oh God this feels good."

Monica waited until he had more to say, but realized she was losing him to bliss once more. After a moment, she decided it was time. "You know she wants it, right?" Monica asked. "Wants to taste you. Drink from you. She wants it as badly as you ever want me. Maybe even more."

"Yes," Casey murmured. Tori let out a wordless, hungry whine of agreement and need.

"Anything else? You sure you're telling me everything? Not holding back out of embarrassment or because you're worried I'll think you're sick?"

"I don't know..." Casey answered dreamily. "Like what?"

"As far as I'm concerned, women should call you master and consider themselves lucky to have your cock in their asses. Don't worry, I'll keep you from actually hurting anyone. I'll teach you. I want to know everything, even the dirtiest stuff. I don't mind if it's a little dark... dominants usually have some dark tastes. Like..."

Monica grinned wickedly. "Like maybe being a little forceful," she said as she put one hand on Casey's shoulder and then grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of Tori's head with the other, pushing her down slowly but relentlessly on Casey's cock and holding it there. "Don't worry, just enjoy it," Monica hissed at him. Tori hadn't gone down this deep on Casey yet, and clearly would not have without coaxing. It couldn't have been entirely comfortable. But now that she was pushed into it she submitted without a struggle.

"Holy fuck," Casey gasped, less in shock than in pleasure, though there was more than a little surprise, too. He'd been passionate with lovers before, but never this rough. He knew he should object, should stop this, shouldn't allow Tori to be treated like this... but it felt so goddamn good.

Her breathing seemed a bit struggled. Her hands were open, muscles tensed, but she didn't struggle. It felt incredible.

Monica kept her there, and then swept around the two so she could straddle Tori's head where it rested in between Casey's legs. She ground her crotch into the back of Tori's skull while the helpless younger woman's mouth and throat served as a warm, wet, tight sleeve for Casey's whole cock.

"She'll be fine," Monica assured him with a cruelly gentle grin. "She's your bitch now, after all. Do you like that? So much to teach you, Casey. So many pleasures to introduce you to."

Casey stared in wide-eyed amazement at his foster mother even while his carnal pleasures soared. He could feel Tori's struggle to breathe, but he could also feel his guilty enjoyment build.

"You should consider having her call you master," Monica suggested with a light kiss on his neck. "That's what you are now. Maybe you'll fall in love. Maybe you'll just be friends. Or maybe she'll just be your valet. But no matter what, you've conquered her and she's yours.

"You can have anyone, Casey," Monica whispered into his ear. She ground her pussy against Tori's head, both for her own pleasure and to create some motion for Casey, which left him moaning and Tori whimpering whenever her throat could manage it. "She's loving this right now, you know. You can almost feel it. You'll learn to feel it.

"You can have anyone you want, Casey," she repeated. "Virgins just starting college. Innocent girls you can turn into your own personal needy, desperate sluts. Lesbians you can teach to love your cock.

"Mothers. Wives. You'll have to try out some married women," she chuckled. "I know dominants who greatly prefer them. That ego boost of having someone else's woman... hearing their weak protests of how they love their man while they give themselves up to your cock. Watching their resistance break down until they're ready to give themselves to you entirely. Hell, I know dominants who make a hobby out of cuckolding. I do it myself. It's a little cruel, but it's fun."

"Isn't that..." he gasped again at the wonders his cock enjoyed. "Isn't that wrong? You said not to... hurt people."

"Oh, there's hurting and then there's playing," Monica cooed. "I can teach you. No tears. No scars. No hurt feelings. You can take what you want and send them home to their husbands happier than ever. You can fix all the damage and have them forget everything. I'll teach you, Casey," she whispered into his ear. "I'll approve."

He let out a moan of pleasure. Casey had never really considered such taboo pleasures, but under Monica's seduction and Tori's helpless deep-throating, he was far too turned on. "Are you gonna cum now, lover?" Monica whispered. Casey nodded breathlessly. "Then give her all you have. As much as you can. Cum, Casey. Cum whenever you want."

It wasn't long. Casey's whole center began to tremble. His eyes winced shut, but then after the first throb of cum burst from him, his eyes snapped open again. It went straight down Tori's relaxed throat. Monica withdrew to allow Tori more control as she swallowed the rest. Casey looked down at her with concern.

Tori met his gaze. Her face was a bit red and showed her physical distress, but she refused to waver in her duties. She swallowed eagerly and quickly while still looking directly up at him. He could tell that she enjoyed this as much as him. She shivered, and whimpered, and her body trembled against his legs. He could feel their connection build even further. He came, and they both loved it.

Monica allowed him a brief moment to lay back on the bed and rise out of the haze again. Tori's mouth stayed locked on his cock until she had swallowed every bit of his sweet fluid. When she was finished, she pulled back only enough to lick and stroke him. "Thank you, sir," Tori murmured. "Mistress. That felt so good."

"You're okay?" Casey blinked, still shuddering. "I'm so sorry."

Tori shook her head. "It was tough, but I loved it. I would do that again for you, sir, if you wished. Anytime you wish."

"Later," Monica interrupted happily. "Time to get dressed now. There's more fun waiting at home."

* * *

Rain fell the entire trip from the hotel to the airport. Casey rode in the back of the limo with Monica, who seemed somewhat preoccupied catching up with messages on her smartphone. Casey didn't mind. It gave him time to think.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Monica asked as they came closer to their destination.

"Just thinkin' about this place. Going home. I like the Northwest, but it's not LA. I've wanted to go home for a long time."

"I've wanted you back since before you first left," Monica said. Her tone carried as much warm, familial love as it did seduction or romance.

He smiled a bit, looking from the window and grey skies beyond to his mentor and newfound love. "Yeah, but I guess it's true what they say about never going home again, right? I mean, I'm sure as hell not complaining, I just..." he shrugged. "I thought it was going to take a while to decompress. Maybe it hasn't caught up to me yet. But I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and it never does."

"You're different from other people," Monica shrugged. "You also have something new and exciting to walk into. Wonderful opportunities. Someone who loves you and will support you... multiple someones," she corrected, tilting her head to the closed window to the driver's compartment.

"You didn't describe it as love before."

"Sometimes it is. Sometimes it isn't. Depends a lot on how you handle it and the personalities involved. It's generally a pretty positive relationship regardless, unless you're a complete dick to the people you dominate. I don't expect that'll be an issue with you. Just isn't in your nature. I fully expect you to have quite a number of genuine romances in addition to ours. It's totally okay with me; I know I'm not going to be replaced. I'll be very happy for you." Her smile broadened a bit as she added quietly, "I was really proud of how you handled Tori."

Casey blushed. "Never thought I'd hear you say you were proud of how I fucked."

"No, silly. I mean what you said to her. How you treat her and look at her. Telling her to be beautiful and sexy, telling her that's what she was and shouldn't ever doubt it... that was wonderful. Most people have self-doubt when it comes to things like that. Even movie stars and models worry about that, despite everyone in the world telling them otherwise. Tori hardly felt sexy at all when I first met her. To hear that from you right when you first claimed her... that's gonna stick. She'll carry that for the rest of her life."

His blush faded somewhat, as did his grin. "Does it bother you?" he asked. "Living longer than ordinary people?"

"Other people," Monica corrected. "You're different, but remember you should only indulge in the superiority trip while you're playing. There'll be a lot of that in the future, but I want you to keep the moral reality in the back of your mind. I know it feels good, but keep it in perspective so it doesn't really go to your head," she counseled with a grin. "No, I know what you meant. I'm just saying. Perspective is important."

"Moral reality?" Casey asked.

"Yes. As in, all people really are of equal worth on a moral level. You are not morally or intellectually superior to others just because you're a dominant. I know it might feel that way, and I know it's fun to play—it's a lot of fun to play, to be honest, and you'll see me get pretty bad with it—but in the end, deep down, you have to remember that the people you play with are people.

"You ask me," she smiled wickedly, "that's half of what makes it so much fun. If I felt like I was just above everybody else, dominating them wouldn't feel nearly as awesome. After awhile I'd just look at them as toys and it would get dull. Instead, I remember they're people, and it makes me even hornier. And happier."

Casey listened to her, somewhat concerned. Monica gave him a smile and a shrug. "You'll understand. Like I said, our pleasures can run a little dark, and you need to indulge them or they'll get out of control. I'll teach you balance, and I'll hold you in check until you're ready to handle yourself on your own.

"But understand this much... it never gets old. It's still sex. It's still exciting and intimate and satisfying, no matter how much you have or with how many partners. It's still the ultimate pleasure, and it's still a driving need for dominants. Hell, maybe moreso for dominants. Just because it's easier for us doesn't make us value it any less. And what's exciting or satisfying with one partner isn't necessarily the same with others. Every relationship has its own spark, even the one-time trysts.

"Anyway... back to longevity. Yes, sometimes it bothers me, but generally no. You have to remember it's okay to let other people live their lives. Casey, when we claim people, it's not entirely a one-way street. Your women will be healthier. Even a one-night stand with one of us can give a person a glow that'll last for months. The ones you keep close to you and fuck frequently become a little like us. They age slower. Their health picks up. Tori may look slender, but she's very athletic thanks to me, and now to you.




Becoming Dominant Ch. 04



"But you can't feel like it's your job to spread that around, either," Monica continued. "You aren't going to pick up an STD. Ever. And when you fuck a woman repeatedly, you can make her healthier, but it's not like your dick cures AIDS or anything like that.

"Yes. There are plenty of people I've outlived who I miss a lot. But I don't really feel guilt over it. Maybe being dominant helps one cope with grief or helps you keep a psychological perspective on longevity or whatever, but..." Monica shrugged. "They lived their lives. I live mine. Not everyone gets to live as long or as fortunately as us, but... well, nobody should feel guilty about being rich unless they got that way by stealing and crushing other people, right?"

"Guess that's a good way to put it."

"You've got a good heart, Casey. Don't be afraid to be selfish. I'm telling you, Selfish Casey is just about the best time a woman could ever have. Particularly Tori," she added. "She can be strong and independent, which is why I like her, but she's got a natural submissive kink a mile deep. She never really indulged it with a partner before I dug it out of her. She absolutely loves her role, and if you keep showing you appreciate her like you have, she'll be in heaven forever. Have fun with it."

He couldn't help but grin at that. "This conversation is turning me on."

"Ugh. Right. Not good. Sorry about that, wasn't my intent." She couldn't help but grin at him a little. "How bad is it?"

"Oh, I'm not that bad," Casey smirked. "I'm pretty sure I can handle the walk through security and a couple hours on a plane without going wild and fucking someone."

"You sure?"

"Yeah! Jeez. What, am I gonna stand up in my seat right next to Tori's and put my dick in her mouth mid-flight?" Silence followed as they looked at one another. "Seriously," he said, but kept looking at her.

"You can't get the thought out of your head now, can you?"

"I can," Casey shrugged. "I mean, I know she wouldn't have a problem with it, right?"

"Tori wouldn't hesitate," Monica answered evenly. "A whole planeload of people thinking she's a whore and a slut wouldn't mean a thing to her. All that matters is you and your pleasure, and the pleasure she receives from it."

"Right," Casey said. "But it's not like I can't control myself."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm an adult."

"You are."

"I know when it's inappropriate and when it isn't."

"Right."

"I mean, they'd land the plane early and take us off in handcuffs."

"They would."

"Right. So."

"So you can't get it out of your head now, can you?"

He sighed. "No," he admitted.

"Pull it out, lover," Monica smiled. "I'll take care of you."

"You don't have to."

"I want to, Casey," she said. "I love sucking cock. I especially love sucking your cock, I'm your dominant, and I'm in love with you. Your comfort means a lot to me, and I don't want to have an embarrassing episode on the plane."

He couldn't really argue with her. He hardly wanted to. Casey undid his belt and pants as Monica turned and shuffled over in the limo seat to bring her face toward his now freed and erect cock. It was bigger than he remembered the last time he looked. Monica appeared undeterred.

"This isn't a chore for me, or for any woman who sucks your cock," she reminded him as her hand took hold of him and stroked slowly. "It's a pleasure. Just remember that I'm doing this to help you out right now, not to savor it. Let go as soon as you feel it cumming." Monica gave the head a lick, then another, and slowly kissed it, her lips parting to take him inside... and then stopped. "And no messing up my hair," she warned playfully.

With that, he was immediately lost to her all over again. Monica's mouth engulfed his cock, smoothly gliding down his flesh and welcoming it into her. Casey owed her every bit of his love and his loyalty. Every second of this pleasure reaffirmed his devotion to her. Monica's head bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him like a pro's pro, enrapturing him with ease.

It didn't take long at all. Sensations of joy and lost control rippled through his thighs, through his loins and on through his cock as cum rushed from within him into his lover's welcoming mouth. Despite the awkwardness of their position, the subtle bumps of the road and winding turns of the drive, Monica kept him in complete control. She manipulated him to orgasm and kept him there, swallowing spasm after spasm and never missing a drop.

Lost to Monica's dominance and her touch, Casey didn't realize at all when they pulled up to the curb at the airport. His eyes fluttered open to see the window to the driver's compartment rolled down. Tori sat looking over her shoulder as Casey continued to pump, lightly but still not yet finished, into Monica's mouth.

"We're here, Mistress. Sir," she winked at Casey. "Unless you'd like me to take another loop around the airport?"

Casey couldn't answer. Monica lifted up a finger and twirled it in the air.

"Yes, Mistress," Tori smiled, and pulled away from the curb again.

* * *

"I feel a little douchey for not helping you with the bags," Casey said as the plane taxied down the runway for take-off.

"Why?" Tori asked. Valet or not, Monica had her up in first class right beside Casey. Monica sat on her other side, only now putting her cell phone away at the flight attendant's reminder. "It was no problem. It's my job."

"Yeah, but a couple of them were like fifty pounds each."

Tori shrugged. "I'm a lot stronger than I look."

"You must be," Casey nodded. "I mean I'm not saying you look weak or anything. You're clearly in very good shape, but..." He shook his head and grinned, feeling more than a little embarrassed. "I feel kinda bad. We've hardly even talked except for brunch."

"I'm not worried," Tori smiled softly.

"Yeah, but I really do want to get to know you. I mean, more than, you know..." his voice dropped and he glanced around. "...physically."

"Me, too."

His hand came to hers. She held it. "I'm really pretty interested in you. I know I've been a little distracted," he smirked, giving a tiny head toss to indicate the woman sitting on the other side of Tori, "but I've been looking forward to just talking with you."

"Likewise."

The thought that had been bugging him since they left the hotel came front and center. "I'm really sorry about earlier. This morning. At the hotel."

"Don't be," Tori shook her head. "I'm not."

"You say that, but—"

"No. Casey. Really." She squeezed his hand. "I loved it and it felt wonderful. Difficult, but wonderful. We can do it again. I'd like to, actually." She blushed and smiled a little as he blinked in surprise. "Casey, you're incredible, and you're only going to get better with time. This is an adventure for me. I'm excited. Really excited." She took a long, deep breath and let it out to control herself. "I'm. Um. Kind of emotional about it, really."

"About what happened?"

"No. Well, that, too, a little. But no, just... you. Us. You don't have to care at all, Casey, and here you are talking to me and I can see that you do. After all I've already learned about you, I'm just..." she shrugged and wiped a watery eye. "Happy."

He brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. "You're amazing."

"I'm yours," she replied.

"Hey. You two," Monica interrupted with a friendly tone, "you need to cool out on that for now. I don't want to be a bitch to either of you, but remember what I told you about this plane ride."

"Sorry," Casey shrugged, letting go of Tori's hand.

"I'm sorry, mistress," Tori nearly whispered to her. The noise of the engine and the space around them offered for just enough privacy for quiet, whispered comments, but none of them intended to get revealing or explicit.

"I'm not telling you not to talk. I'm just saying be careful what you talk about. Remember, there are reasons why you're between Casey and I."

"She's got a point," Tori said to him.

"Yeah, but I..." he frowned. "Well. Tori, I don't want you to feel like you're, um... I mean you know what's going on, but I don't want to feel like you're just—"

"Second best?" Tori smiled. "The silver? I'm not worried about it, Casey. At all. I'm fully aware of what's going on. I've had some firsthand experience of what your situation is like, remember?" she asked, gesturing toward Monica. "And I'm happy for you. I'm really happy for you both. I also know I won't be the only one—not remotely—and I'm fine with that, too."

"Ahem," Monica nudged her. "Not a safe topic."

"Sorry," Tori blushed. Casey grumbled.

The engines revved as the plane was cleared for takeoff. "There's also a reason why Casey has the aisle seat," Monica said, pointing subtly toward the bathroom.

Casey winced. "You make it sound like I've got some sort of..."

"Control problem?" Monica winked. "It's because you do. Anyway, don't mind me. I'm just sitting here with my book for the next couple hours. But be careful with one another, alright?"

Tori's eyes turned to meet Casey's. She gave him a friendly smile. "There are much worse problems a guy could have," she said. "In fact I find yours a little... promising."

His heart skipped a beat. Monica cleared her throat again, more assertively this time, though still in good spirits. Tori put her hands in her lap and looked down at them, fighting a grin.

Casey sat and waited. The plane took off, taking him away from Washington and his last duty station. He craned his head to look past Tori and Monica out the small window, but only saw a little bit of green before they hit a cloud bank. Then he sat back in his seat, stared at the little television screen in the back of the seat in front of his, and tried to clear his mind.

There was plenty he could talk about with Tori. Obviously he couldn't safely speak much about his combat service; even if he were so inclined, there were too many words like "bomb" and "explode" that weren't smart to say on airplanes. But there were other things to discuss. Family upbringing. Hobbies. Places in LA they both might enjoy visiting. Pet peeves that they might both benefit from knowing about for one another's sake. Politics. Philosophy.

Tori was a bright, witty, pleasant, very intelligent and well-educated woman. Surely they had a great many platonic things they could discuss. He sat in silence, trying to decide what to bring up first.

As soon as the plane leveled out and the "fasten seatbelt" signs went out, Casey unbuckled and headed for the lavatory to take care of his growing erection.

Monica didn't look up from her book. "He's wild about you," she said to Tori with a smile. "I'll try not to be too selfish with him... eventually."

* * *

"Malibu, huh?" Casey asked as he looked out the window of the limousine. How Monica and Tori had arranged all of this was beyond him—shouldn't the limo have had its own driver?—but when they arrived at the terminal and came off the plane, the two women led him smoothly through the airport to the waiting stretch black limo. Tori had resumed her servant's dialogue and demeanor, though occasionally throwing Casey smoldering glances. They didn't wait for the bags, though; apparently Monica had all that arranged already.

He had hoped for some up close and personal relief from Monica once they were in the limo, but she only had eyes for her smartphone as they drove. Miraculously, traffic wasn't that bad at all. Casey felt his arousal abate somewhat as he took in the familiar landscape and the roads. He was horny as hell, but he was also home, and that was more than a little bit distracting.

"Yes, Malibu," Monica told him. "Casey, I need your full attention for a moment."

He turned to her, his breath deepening already. He loved it when she took charge. He also loved it when she didn't, so it wasn't like his love for her was conditional... but as he had confessed, Monica's authority over him felt unquestionably good.

"Your life is about to become incredibly privileged," Monica told him in a serious tone that still carried affection. "I know you feel like you've hit that already, but as I promised, there's much more. It's beyond decadence.

"You will probably feel some guilt over it. You'll probably question whether you deserve it, or if anyone deserves it—and to be honest, I don't know if anyone really does, but the fact is we have this and I want us both to enjoy the hell out of it. Your parents and I all agreed that you should be raised without all that privilege and with realistic expectations, because we wanted you to understand the value of all this. We didn't want you growing up taking wealth for granted. Then you went and joined the Army. You don't just understand realistic expectations. You also understand hardship. So this will be a dramatic gear shift for you.

"I want you to know that it's okay to feel a little guilty or out of place... but you should also feel free to ignore all that, because I've built this over many years, and I want you to share it because I love you. I would feel terrible if you didn't get to enjoy this. So for me, at least, please accept it, no matter how wild and crazy it seems."

"Okay," he nodded with a solemn smile.

"I also want you to know that I'll be watching you and keeping you in check. Your body and mind are going through dramatic changes. It's largely fun, but there are going to be moments when you wonder if you're going to lose control. I'm telling you now not to worry about it. I'm in control. I won't let you get out of hand. Keep the faith with me and your only worry will be over which indulgence to dive into next. Okay?"

Again, Casey nodded. 

"Don't worry about getting a job. Don't worry about going to school for now. Just enjoy being one of the idle rich for awhile. It's a blast." She held his gaze throughout the conversation, leaving him only dimly aware that they had gotten off of the freeway and begun driving up winding hills through an expensive—no, a very expensive neighborhood. But all that was peripheral to Monica.

"And be ready to obey me. Put your faith in me. I'm in love with you, Casey. I may be your dominant, but I love you like an equal. I've wanted a man like you all my life... I've found some that came close, but they either weren't half the man you were or they simply weren't dominants. You've got it all, love. I'm crazy about you."

"I'm in love with you, too, Monica," Casey said, leaning in to kiss her.

She put a gentle finger up on his lips and shook her head with a smile. "Soon. Very soon. Give me this moment, though?"

He kept a hold on his deep need, which threatened to leave him shuddering and breathing heavily. Casey maintained his composure. If they didn't get home right away, if Monica wanted to take him somewhere public first or meet with other people or whatever... he'd manage. "You can have all my moments," he grinned with confidence. "I already gave them to you for the next year at least."

Monica's smile broadened. "You've no idea how crazy I am about you, Casey," she said. "And you've no idea how emotional I am right now about all this. But I've got to keep it together for just a little while longer."

"No, Monica," Casey started softly, "You don't—"

She put her finger up to his mouth again. "Shh. It's okay. I'm happy. Look."

She gestured out the window. The car drove through an automatic gate, with tall hedges lining the walls in front of a broad front lawn. Caseys' jaw dropped as he saw the big, beautiful white building that sat up ahead. "Monica, that's not a house, that's a mansion!" he blurted.

"Our mansion," she said, and smiled at him when he looked back at her in shock. "I mean it, Casey. I may be your dominant, but I don't want you as my slave. That may be sexy fun from time to time, but that's not what I want out of you. I want a partner. I want someone to share all this with."

He opened his mouth to express his awe and his unworthiness... and promptly shut it, remembering what she'd said. Instead, he looked out at the grounds again. The landscaping was beautiful; it had less of a grassy area than many of the other houses they'd passed, showing more respect for Southern California's naturally dryer climate. But the palm trees were everywhere.

His sense of direction reasserted itself. The back of that mansion had to have a beautiful view of the ocean. It looked like it was a good three floors high, at least from this level, and... "It's gorgeous," Casey said.

The limo pulled up to the front, with a round driveway to allow for party guests to arrive. "It's not the only home," Monica winked. "It's just the best. The others are all much more reasonable. But I wanted something extravagant to call home. Now. You. Step out of the car and wait for instructions. I have a way I want to do this." Her eyes gleamed with excitement as Tori exited the car and opened the door first for Casey.

"Thank you," he said to her as he got out.

"At your service, sir," she smiled with a sultry wink. She knew he was staring at her ass as she rounded the car to open the door for Monica. She knew it, and liked it.

Monica came out of the car, walked to Casey's side, and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Are you ready?"

"For...?"

"To start off your year of total obedience," Monica whispered.

He couldn't hold off the shudder in his breath. "Yes."

"Take off your clothes. Here and now. Strip."

Casey blinked. "Uh—"

"Total obedience. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Casey. You're a dominant, you're gorgeous and you're mine, and I want to look at you and revel in it. And I want you to revel in it, too," she said as he stripped off his shirt, pausing to touch his chest with her fingers. She made sure not to distract him from kicking off his shoes, slipping off his socks or unfastening his pants, but she did look at him with open, unbridled lust and affection.

That made it much easier for him. Casey smiled and looked her in the eye as he undid his pants, partially freeing his very needful cock from its fabric confines. Soon, his pants slipped down his legs, and so did his boxer briefs. Monica's eyes gleamed even more as his naked cock pointed straight out at her. Knowing that she wanted it relieved him of most of his trepidation about standing around naked in the open.

She touched it with gentle fingers, not groping nor stroking but just touching with idle fascination. Her grin was nothing short of hedonistic. He honestly thought she might decide to go at it right there.

Instead, Monica stepped back and loosened the drawstrings of her dress. Tori came around to help her out of it, and the two put on a small, sensuous, quiet show to display Monica's flawless naked flesh and her voluptuous, heart-stopping figure. "Doesn't this feel better?" she asked.

"It does, yeah," Casey admitted. "Long as it's just us."

"There is nobody here whom you cannot have at your whim," Monica said, putting one hand on Tori's shoulder as she stepped out of the dress pooled at her feet. Tori rose somewhat to slip Monica's panties down, looking with reverence at the blonde pubic hairs and taking in the scent of her aroused sex as she performed this final task. "I won't allow it. Until further notice you're the only man here."

She looked him over hungrily and grinned again, taking his cock in her hand and giving it a few light, sensuous caresses. "You're coming into full bloom," she observed with approval. Monica waited as Tori opened the front door behind her, focusing her lustful gaze on Casey. "Come with me," she said.

The home was nothing Casey ever dreamt of calling his own. Its foyer was spacious, bright and decorated in modern lines and furnishings. Monica apparently preferred tall plants and subtle frames on her artwork over overdone tapestries and massive chandeliers. For all its majesty, the mansion felt quite welcoming. He couldn't believe he got to live here.




Becoming Dominant Ch. 04



No one stood in the foyer, or in the hallways leading from it, which relieved him somewhat. He was perfectly happy to walk around naked—and very aroused—with Monica, and even with Tori, but the thought of meeting with strangers this way didn't appeal to him. Casey wasn't entirely sure what Monica had meant about his freedoms with whoever was in the house... did that mean it was just the three of them? Or did that mean...?

"Welcome home, mistress," announced a soft, feminine voice from the broad living room as they entered. Casey blinked at the sight of the speaker, and her companion. They were both gorgeous women, both with dark hair and both dressed in fine lacey lingerie. The one on the right was slender and young, with long hair and a naughty grin. The other, her hair cut boyishly short, seemed to be in her early thirties and had more curves. Both wore flattering bras, stockings and garters without panties. Both had neatly-trimmed bush between their legs—exactly how Casey had said he preferred it.

"Thank you, ladies," Monica said, and turned her attention on Casey. "This is Jessica and Dylan," she explained, gesturing from the longer-haired beauty to the other. "They're part of my harem—our harem, now. Or soon enough. They live here with me. Dylan's also a wonderful chef."

"Hello, Master Casey," both women smiled.

He blinked again. "Hello?" he murmured, unsure what to say but knowing he was even more aroused. Desire helped him forget all about his embarrassment. These women both wanted him—he could see it in their eyes, and their posture, and he surely wanted them—but he was just sensible enough to realize how crazy this was. "I'm sorry, Monica," he said, his lips turning to a small grin, "but did you just say everything I think you said?"

She chuckled. "Later, love," Monica smiled, and stepped over to slide her body against his and caress his back while his gaze remained on the two other women. "For now, you're all mine. Dylan," she said with a sweet smile, "I think we'll be in the mood for something extravagant tonight. How does lobster sound?"

"I'll make it happen, Mistress," Dylan nodded.

"Wonderful. We may be taking our meals in the master bedroom for the next couple of days. I plan to keep Casey occupied for a bit. Jessica, would you mind helping Tori out with the rest of the arrangements?"

"Of course, Mistress," Jessica nodded.

Casey watched as Jessica strode past him, never taking her eyes off of his until her back was to him. His heart skipped a beat as he got his first look at her small, tight, perky ass bumping with each step under her lacy garter belt. It skipped again when he saw her hand slip into Tori's as the two left.

"Your master bedroom is all prepared," Dylan said. "All your other instructions have been carried out. Will there be anything else, Mistress?"

"No, that's all, thank you," Monica replied, her tone holding much more affection than authority, much as it did with Tori. "We'll head upstairs now."

"Yes, Mistress," Dylan nodded. Her eyes turned on Casey. "We all look forward to serving you in every way," she said with a smoldering breath before she turned and walked away, her ass swaying temptingly.

"That just happened," Casey smirked.

"It did. So did this," Monica confirmed as her tongue lightly caressed his ear and her hand came around his cock once more. "You're very horny now, aren't you?"

His eyes fluttered shut. "I was horny as hell before."

"And now?"

"More."

"Are you excited? Grateful? Aroused?"

His eyes fluttered. "Yes."

"You are my man now, Casey," she murmured to him. "My strong, dominant man. You feel it, don't you? The need to claim me? Take me? Fuck me and make me yours, even though you know I dominate you?"

She felt so good up against him, bare skin against bare skin. He felt her breasts against him. Her hand on his cock. Her breath on his ear. "Yes."

"That's what I want, Casey," she whispered. "I don't want a slave. I don't want a servant. I want a man. I want you." Her tongue flicked into his ear. She gestured toward a staircase. "The master bedroom is at the top of those stairs, Casey," she said. "Take me. Claim me. Fuck me. As long as you like. Forever, if you like. Fuck me until you're satisfied, lover. Fuck me."

Wordlessly, despite her encouragements, Monica held him in her complete control. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything until her teasing and her taunts grew too great, and then his need overrode her control. Casey grabbed her fiercely by the arms and kissed her without regard to her readiness or her cooperation. His lips roughly devoured hers, his tongue forced its way into her mouth and paid no attention to her quick willingness to accommodate him. It didn't matter that she cooperated. Didn't matter how her body responded. He had to have her.

Whether her hold on him had relaxed to allow him this initiative or not, he didn't know and didn't even consider it. He didn't care. Casey swept his foster mother, his dominant and his lover up off of her feet and carried her naked up the stairs in his arms, fully intent on conquering her. Monica melted into his embrace, holding onto him, cooperating fully and smiling. He hardly noticed; all that he knew was that this woman wanted to be fucked, which was good, because that was what would happen to her.

The double doors to the master bedroom were open. It was white and clean, with an extravagant bed much larger than any California king. A cool breeze drifted through the window, leaving the white drapes billowing gently. He would remember this later, and would find this degree of comfort and luxury mildly unsettling, but in the moment all he cared about was Monica and his need for satisfaction.

Instinct took over. He gave no thought to love or romance. He thought nothing about their relationship or his worries or the pains and fears of the last few years. His mind sank into lustful needs and felt good for it.

She was ready. He could smell her. No need for warming her up or relaxing her; this was all but a bitch in heat and ready to be taken. Casey brought her to the bed, laid her down and then pushed her further up, placing one knee between her legs and then rising onto the bed to spread her other leg away with his opposite knee.

The dazzled look in her eyes and her ambitious grin only heightened his need to fuck her into submission. Casey's cock was so stiff and strong it needed no hand to guide it into her. He threw her arms up over her head on the bed, pinning her wrists to the mattress as his mouth came down on hers and his cock found her wet, defenseless lips. As a dominant, Monica could overpower almost any ordinary man—and had out-wrestled even a few dominant males in bed—but Casey's dominance took hold after years of hardening and strengthening his body as a soldier. He was already much stronger and possessed by greater stamina than he'd ever had. Monica's emotional control over him remained, but physically Monica was in awe of his power.

Warm, yielding flesh lubricated with her body's juices enticed the probing head of his long, thick cock until he found the proper angle. Casey invaded her, feeling her spread open for his slow, relentless penetration. Her natural resistance pleased him, since it couldn't hope to hold him back and only served to arouse him more with the grip of her cunt.

Monica gave up on kissing back. She moaned helplessly into his mouth as her body became a welcoming vessel for his pleasure. Sinking into her to the hilt, Casey pushed even further, pressing her ass into the mattress as he enjoyed her. Monica's moans indicated nothing but approval.

He withdrew just enough to thrust into her again, and then again. Casey's strokes were long and deep, slowed to savor the relief of being sheathed within her after having gone a whole ninety minutes from the plane to the house without cumming. His strength let her know who was in control. His control thrilled her even more.

He thrust again. Again. Harder each time, until finally he started relentlessly pounding her in a rhythm dictated by mutual need. Monica's moans only encouraged him to fuck her as he saw fit. Her legs wrapped around his hips for a time, tightening as her first orgasm hit and her cunt became even more moist and welcoming. Eventually, though, her legs fell away as she became even less of a participant and was soon nothing more than a joyously helpless recipient.

Her emotions ran wild as he used her, endless minutes stretching on and on with no let up. He was everything she'd hoped. Casey was a true dominant, naturally stronger and more arousing than any Monica had ever been with, and with startling potential. She could feel him battering at the walls of her dominance over him with that cock. He couldn't actually conquer her; it didn't work like that, and never did. Those walls did not crumble, but they buckled and wavered, and since falling in love and under the sway of his mother, Monica had never felt so good.

She felt like a woman. She felt beautiful. Cherished. Desired. And just a little deliciously, excitingly submissive.

"Fuck me, Casey," she huffed. "God, yes... yessss... oh fuck, make me your slut... fuck me... oh!"

Cumming once more, harder and wetter than the first time, Monica panted out her love and her desire for more. Casey could not truly dominate her—couldn't hold her under his sway with just a look and a grin the way she could dominate him—but here in bed, relentlessly fucking her like this, Casey left her with no control at all.

His lips loomed over hers, gasping and grunting in time with her as he drew closer to his first release. Monica knew it wouldn't be enough for him. Knew it, and trembled with anticipation, and when she felt his cum shooting into her—fiercely enough that she truly felt it inside her, flooding her and filling her with burst after burst—Monica shook to another climax of her own.

Later, she would reassert control. Toy with him. Make him love it. But for now, she was his cum-hungry slut and she would let him have anything he wanted until he was satisfied. Monica gave in as much as she could... and wondered, in brief flashes made up of more emotion than thought, if perhaps Casey really would one day conquer her.

She loved her control. Loved being dominant. And, as much as she dearly missed her own former dominant, Monica loved being in charge of her own destiny. But the fantasy of falling under Casey's complete sway excited her, thrilling her with a little bit of wonder and a little bit of fear, and as they fucked she couldn't stop flirting with the idea.

With the setting sun, Casey's passions—and Monica's—finally cooled. The product of their orgasms had soaked the comforter, forcing them to shove it off the mattress and relocate to a new corner. Positions changed. Laughter and affection blended with animal rutting.

Casey dimly became aware that Tori was in the room with them as well, though she remained in a corner and watched. Eventually his curious gaze wandered toward her to find her seated comfortably, her feet up on an ottoman in a plush chair, dressed only in light blue negligee. She watched, her breathing slow and steady but heavy given the rise and fall of her chest, and one hand remained between her legs the entire time. Tori was utterly enthralled, and for all Casey knew, she'd been there for hours.

But this was Monica's time. Her presence and her pussy had Casey's full attention and commanded his desires.

Calming, finally, but still enjoying their coupling too much to separate, Monica called, "Tori, could you prop up some of our pillows, please?"

"Of course, Mistress," she breathed. Tori rose and came to the head of the bed, where she arranged a good many of the plush pillows as Monica requested. She needed no instruction on the particulars or the details.

"Benefits of being open about your dominance," Monica winked at Casey, guiding him to sit back against the pillows. She settled into his lap, claiming his cock within her once more with fluttering eyes and a heartfelt sigh of pleasure. "You can't have an assistant at the ready when you pretend you're one of the normals," Monica explained, grinding with him slowly. "You can't rush your conquests into this sort of thing. You have to bring them in gently. But when you've really claimed someone, and she knows it, she'll be happy to play chambermaid."

Monica held out her hand without looking. Tori placed a glass of water in her grasp, which Monica sipped and then offered to Casey.

He smiled with wonder, accepting the drink and then going back to slowly working Monica's hips around his cock. As with Monica's renewed sense of womanhood, this moment—on top of everything he'd been through already—made him feel like even more of a man. "You usually have someone in here with you?" he asked.

"When I'm at home? Not entertaining someone who isn't in the know? Absolutely," Monica answered. "It turns me on. Turns you on, too, I can tell. It's not just the sex, is it? Not just the shapely body or the lusty eyes," she said, gesturing to the brunette still standing at the side of the bed. "It's the control. You love having this control, don't you?"

"I do," Casey nodded. "I do."

"You had me for awhile there, too," Monica admitted, her breath still not quite under control. "Could you feel it?"

"I could," Casey said, "but I didn't really think about it. When things finally calmed down, I just figured it was my imagination."

"Maybe it was," Monica shrugged. "Maybe it wasn't. I don't care. It was great. No complaints here."

He worked her on him, just enjoying her beauty and their intimacy. If this didn't make them cum, that was completely fine. They would again, eventually. Many times.

"I like having you in the driver's seat, Casey," Monica told him. "Don't be shy. Take what you want, as long as you want."

"I'm, uh..." he grinned a bit sheepishly, "a little hungry."

Monica smiled broadly. "Dinner will be whenever we want it. Tori will go get it for us. And then you go right back to having me however you want me, alright, lover? Don't worry about taking too much time. I find sex much more enjoyable when there isn't any time limit."

He nodded. "Yeah, I can appreciate that." His eyes glanced around the room again, taking in his surroundings. It was then that he noticed there were no clocks. "And if we fall asleep?"

"Well, I'm not going to fall asleep with you fucking me," Monica chuckled, "but you let yourself relax and drift off whenever you want. I'll be here in the morning. Furthest away I'll be is the bath over there," she explained, gesturing to the master bathroom. "I want you to have all of me that you want, Casey. Have me until you're sated and you want something else, and don't worry about making me feel unwanted. I know better. I'm the one who set all this up."

"You know it might be awhile," Casey warned. "I'm crazy about you."

Tears shimmered up in her eyes. "I know. I'm in love with you," she said, leaning in to kiss him gently. He felt her cool tears against his cheek, and heard the emotion in her quiet voice. "I don't want to play games with you for now. I want you to have all of me you want, and then I want you to be a real dominant and have fun, okay?"

"No argument from me," Casey assured her.

"Your cock is so powerful. So strong. Hungry. It needs more women than just me. It needs to dominate. That's why I've got some girls here to share... and there'll be more before long. When you get used to it and you're in control, you'll go out and building your own harem, just like I've got my stable of studs. But for now I want you to share my women. I want you to get a feel for your dominance and how to claim women here, with them. In a safe, private environment, where you don't have to worry about rearranging their lives or covering things up from their friends and loved ones. You're going to have a huge harem, but for now, we start here with some girls who know what it means to be conquered.

"They know it's coming. They know they're going to be fucked and claimed, but they also know I'm still keeping them, too. They'll do anything you want them to, but right now that's because they know I'm okay with it. They know I'm okay with you dominating them, and so they'll give in... but nobody does that intentionally. You still have to claim them. It might be prearranged, but it's real and it's for keeps.

"I want them to be our girls. For good. To share. Okay?"

"How can I say no to that?"

"I don't see how you could," Monica smiled back at him.

"Still," Casey murmured, his lips coming down onto her nipple and kissing it softly, "there's no rush, right?" His mouth and tongue teased her, making her tremble with delight. "I don't know when I'll have had enough of you."

"You'll want something new eventually, just to stretch yourself out," Monica assured him, encouraging his kisses with a hand on the back of his head. "But we'll never really have enough of one another, Casey. Don't worry about that. Fuck every woman in the city and enjoy the hell out of it... we'll still want one another."

Their eyes settled in on one another as Casey gently bucked and rolled her in his lap, cradling her ass somewhat with his thighs. Monica settled into it, happy to let him fuck her like a champion enjoying his prize as long as he wanted.

Late in the morning, he awoke to a warm, affectionate mouth. In the first haze of waking, he didn't know whether he stirred first or if the mouth wrapped around his cock to rouse him, but he didn't mind. Casey reached down, found the head that serviced him and encouraged it with a gentle, soft push.

He didn't open his eyes. He wasn't sure, entirely, whose mouth it was his cock now occupied, but whoever serviced him knew better than to tease or caress him as he woke up. He wanted to be inside someone, to be taken in deeply, and this mouth offered just that. Casey wondered, absently, if that was Monica's hair he touched, or Tori's, or someone else's.

There was surely a voluptuous naked woman laying next to him. He could feel more than enough of her to know that. She draped herself along his side, her breasts pressing into him and his arm under her shoulders in a leisurely possessive hold. But it was the mouth sucking his cock that enthralled him.

He didn't know whose mouth it was. All he had to do to find out was open his eyes, or speak.

He did neither.

He could figure it out if he just thought about it hard enough. Tori had longer hair. Monica had more curves. He could make some educated guesses based on feel and the tone of breathing alone, but he just didn't care. He had a naked woman on his arm and another sucking his cock and he didn't even need to care who was who.

Casey's breathing deepened and quickened as his pleasure grew. Whoever she was, she was giving him a great time. The woman laying on his left stirred, let out a breath, and then began kissing and licking his neck. Everyone was awake now. No reason to hold still.

"Aw, fuck yes," he sighed, stretching out his legs and pressing his groin into the face of his eager vessel. He heard her exhale, felt it on himself, and didn't worry about her discomfort. He didn't push long, but it felt good to know that he could. She was certainly willing and welcome.

Lips and a tongue drifted up his neck. They nibbled on his ear. Traced along his jawline. He felt his companion's breath on his face and her breasts resting against him. So good.

He'd woken up to similar bliss yesterday, but this was somehow even better. His lusts seemed to know no bounds; he needed more pussy, more sucking, more surrender. Monica was right—feeling like things may never end made them even better.

His pleasure increased. He felt himself growing close to climax, trembling with anticipation and enjoying it enough that he was happy to let it linger and equally happy when he realized he'd crossed the point of no return. "Gnnhh. Mhhh," he grunted as he shot into the mouth of his gracious bedmate. She couldn't swallow it all immediately, but she gulped with thirst and diligence. Definitely not Monica. Still perfectly enjoyable.




Becoming Dominant Ch. 04



Monica leaned in and kissed him deeply as his orgasm ran its course. He knew who was who now. The sensations were too distinct and he was too awake not to differentiate. When Monica's mouth finally came off of his, he sighed, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, sir," said Tori when her mouth came off of his cock.

"How are you feeling?" Monica asked.

He let out another contented breath. "Horny as hell," he said. "Just like yesterday. And the day before."

"Anything in particular you'd like to do about it?"

His eyes slowly opened. She was beautiful. She hadn't showered yet, having woken up along with him. She meant everything to him. But as she had predicted, his thoughts turned toward other opportunities. Monica was incredible, felt amazing... but he felt the need to stretch.

"I want someone new for a bit," Casey said finally, and a mild thrill ran through him just for the sake of saying it. He saw the glitter of approval in his lover's eyes. "Yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "I'm ready. I want to claim someone. I don't know how to say it, but I feel it."

"You said it just fine, lover," Monica assured him. "Shall I have Tori bring you a fresh piece of ass? Anyone in particular you have in mind?"

"They're both incredible," he shrugged, and gave it a little thought. God, this was crazy. But awesome. "I think... I have the run of the house, right?"

"Absolutely. I have some rules to put you under for the time being, though," Monica noted. "You are not allowed to leave the grounds. Wander all you want, go wherever you want, but don't leave until I say it's okay—and it'll be days, if not weeks.

"You can have anyone here, at any time. Even me, unless I tell you otherwise," she winked, reminding him who was really in charge. "Several of the girls know how to access the credit cards, too. If there's anything you want, they'll either go and get it or have it delivered. If you want to shop, shop. If you want Chinese or pizza or whatever, just have at it. But you are not allowed to call or email anyone. For now, you're grounded here. Understood?

"Yes, mistress," Casey smirked.

"Cute," Monica smiled back. "Like I said, I need to keep you in check while you get used to all this. Have all the fun you want here, and if there's something you want that isn't here you need to let me know. It won't be long. I'm sorry, but it's necessary to make sure you adjust safely.

"I don't mind," Casey assured her. "There's plenty here to occupy me for awhile anyway."

"Hm, you'll be surprised at how quickly you get hungry for more," Monica grinned. "But let's not worry about that now. Back to the moment. This is exciting. What do you have in mind?"

"Do you plan on watching?" he asked.

"Not unless you want me there," Monica answered, her eagerness showing. "Whatever you want, lover. This one is all yours. Doesn't have to be a production unless you want it to be, but Tori and I are happy to set up whatever you want."

"No, nothing like that," Casey shrugged. "I just want to... I dunno... take a shower, wake up, and then walk out and fuck the first woman I see."

Monica's grin could hardly shine brighter. "Tori, get the shower running for Casey, would you?" she asked sweetly. "I don't want to keep him from following his urges."

The shower offered his first time alone in days. He and Monica had been inseparable since their first coupling, parting only for very brief trips to the bathroom. They had bathed together, eaten together, and slept together, all of it charged with romance and sexual need.

He slowly scrubbed himself down in the shower, taking his time and letting his mind wander more than anything else. Long, hot showers had been a luxury in the Army. Now they could be an everyday thing once again. Hell, he didn't even have a job or social obligations to meet. His only role was in being Monica's lover... and growing into his new dominance.

As his mind wandered, though, he thought less of Monica and more of himself and of other desires. The thought of claiming other women stuck with him. It filled his mind with fantasies, which in turn filled his body with desires.

Even relaxed, his cock remained long and thick. It hardly shrank at all, but as his desires built again, it grew tall and strong once more. It felt good. Everything about his body felt good now. Monica had told him he was sexy, and powerful, and strong... but now that he was alone, and not distracted by her and his need for her, he began to feel it. He wanted to enjoy it.

Casey stepped out of the shower to find Tori kneeling, waiting for him. Their eyes met. "I thought I might help you dry off, sir," she said softly. "I hope this isn't wrong."

"No," he shook his head, smiling a bit. "I might like that."

She nodded, rose, and stepped forward with a towel in hand. He allowed her to dry him off, enjoying her touch as she ran the towel over his firm body and paid special attention to his cock. Casey touched her, too. He enjoyed her naked flesh, and the smell of her arousal, and most of all her complete and willing subservience.

"Sir, I have a question," Tori said, kneeling now. Her eyes lifted up to his. "Do you wish me to call you 'sir?' or Casey? Or anything else?"

He considered it, drinking in her stare. "I think I may want you to just call me Casey later. I think I'd really like for us to be friends and maybe lovers." He paused. "But for now I want you to call me master."

She shuddered. Casey recognized redoubled arousal. He had just turned her from a submissive lover to a bitch in heat with a single order—but a well-disciplined one. Her breathing remained heavy and her body trembled, but she nodded. "Yes, master," she told him.

"I'm going to be very selfish for a bit here, Tori," he told her evenly. He didn't know whether he was just pretending or if he really felt like talking this way, but it felt natural. "I'm going to fuck other women. You're going to be one of many."

"Yes, master," she consented softly.

"I want you to stay with me. I want you to be ready to follow instructions for me. Like Monica said before."

"I am your faithful attendant, master," Tori said, her voice showing some mild amusement and excitement at her role. "I'm eager to please you in any way I can."

"For now, I want you to stay close but out of the way. I'll let you know if I want anything."

"Yes, master," she said. "You should know that Monica is still at home, but has moved elsewhere in the house. She wants you to enjoy your dominance without being distracted by her dominance over you." She paused. "Mistress has more for me to pass along to you, but gave me conditions as to when I should tell you. If you want to know now, I'll tell you, master. But otherwise I am instructed to wait until the moment."

Casey considered it for a second and nodded. "Thank you."

He walked naked out of the spacious bathroom, finding the bedroom unoccupied as he had been told. The signs of his days and nights of lovemaking with Monica were still on the bed: discarded sheets, wet spots, pillows in disarray. It left him feeling proud of his abilities.

He walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs into the living room feeling potent and hungry.

Dylan was in the living room. She sat on the couch, reading a book, dressed once more in stockings, garters and an open-cup shelf bra that displayed her beautiful breasts. As Casey walked toward her, she set the book aside and stood, looking on him with wonder.

They didn't speak. Casey realized she wouldn't speak until spoken to, not now, not in this moment. He thrilled at that. This beautiful woman stood waiting to follow his commands.

He didn't speak it so much as he thought it. He remembered the moment Monica claimed him, and how he had felt. Subconsciously, he projected his desires at Dylan, willing her to understand and to embrace them.

Dylan stepped forth, knelt before him, and took his cock in her hands. She stared up at him with wide-eyed wonder and wanton lust before her mouth came to his cock. She kissed it on the side, still exploring, but knew her role here was to service and not to tease. Dylan's mouth opened to accept Casey and slid around his cock. She let out a moan of pleasure on their first contact, and then began working at taking more and more of him within her.

He stared down and experienced her for awhile, letting her sink further and further into her need to serve and please him while his power rose. Her eyes searched for approval. Her breath conveyed her gratitude. He felt selfish. He felt sexy. He felt dominant. He loved it.

Casey snapped his fingers and gestured for Tori to come up from behind him. She did, instinctively knowing what he wanted. The lithe beauty draped herself against his back, caressing his naked form with her hands and her own nude body as he accepted the services of his new woman.

"Open yourself to me, Dylan," Casey murmured.

"Mmmmhhh," Dylan responded, unable to form words with her mouth so occupied.

"Make yourself mine. Give in to me. You want it so bad. You want to be mine, don't you? It feels good."

"Mmmh-hmm," Dylan confirmed. Her body and her tone took an erotic twist.

"You want to be my dirty girl, huh? My gorgeous little slut? Yeah. So good. So good for both of us. Open yourself to it, Dylan. Make yourself my bitch."

"Mmhh!"

"Give in, Dylan. It feels so good for both of us, doesn't it? This cock? Nothing more important in the world. Give yourself to this cock and please it and love it." His voice trembled as he finished speaking. He felt several quick spasms in his groin, warning that he was at the point of no return. Part of him wanted to pull out and save it for later... but then he remembered he didn't need to wait.

"Love it. Love it all you want. There's nothing better in the world, Dylan. Who cares what other people think? Ahh. Yeah. You love being my bitch. Makes you feel good. Sexy. Beautiful. Give yourself to me, Dylan. Ah. Aaahhhh!"

His hands pushed her head down on his cock. Dylan closed her eyes and accepted him willingly, even greedily as he came. She couldn't swallow everything he gave her and cum escaped her lips to decorate her chin and drip down her chest but she wore it as a prize as she swallowed the rest.

Dylan remained on her knees as his orgasm abated. She licked and stroked him while Tori continued to shower him with lazy, serene affection from behind. Casey stood and bathed in it. It was like being worshipped.

"You're so sexy, Dylan," Casey told her. "So hot. Have fun with it. Be sexy for me. Tempt me. Pose for me. All the time. I'll love it, and I'll love taking you."

There was more to do—more pleasure to be had. And there was a final step to take in conquering Dylan. Casey touched her and guided her to her feet, leading her to sit sideways on the couch. Dylan looked up at him with wide, dazzled eyes as Casey laid her back, and spread her legs, and brought his glorious cock to the soaking wet lips of her pussy.

Casey knew from his experience with Monica how it felt to be claimed. He knew the sort of heaven Dylan was in as he slowly pushed into her. She needed no foreplay, nor romantic talk, nor assurances of respect. Given over entirely to submissive lust, Dylan just needed to get fucked.

He speared her there on the couch, and his mind swam with pleasure. So did hers. When Casey opened his eyes again, he found his sexy conquest looking back in open-mouthed awe. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, and couldn't get over the ecstasy he'd granted her. Dylan's legs spread open wide for him; her hands reached forward to pull more of him in, as if there could be more when he was already buried in her to the hilt, and her gasping breaths sounded out little tiny climaxes with almost every thrust. 

The shameless cum stains on her mouth and her chest made her all the more attractive to him. She bore his mark. Opened herself for him. Gave in completely. Casey knew, even before he rode her to their first shared orgasm and before his cum filled her womb, that she was already his.

Again, Tori loomed in behind him. She did nothing to interrupt, but rather reminded him of how far his power went. His women would share him, willingly and eagerly, all to please him.

"Master," she murmured in his ear as he continued to impale Dylan, "I am to tell you that there will be more of the harem will be here soon."

"Unh. Unh. Unh. Ooh yes," Dylan whimpered softly underneath him.

"Jessica remains here, waiting to be claimed," Tori continued, "but there will be more."

"How many?" Casey grunted.

"At least ten, master," Tori said. "Mistress wishes you to indulge as you please, and to hold nothing back... and to send for her whenever you feel like it."

Casey thrust powerfully into Dylan again and again, causing her to cry out in a long, loud moan of ecstasy. He knew how she felt.

He'd make other women feel the same way very shortly.

*

Author's post-script: I am torn on which direction to take this. If you wish to continue following the story and you have a preference, please comment: do you wish to see Casey's harem built up within the home, or would you prefer to skip over all that and see the story move on to Casey going back out into the world, exercising his power on his own and encountering other dominants? That will come along sooner or later anyway, but I wanted to know if all the indulgence is getting boring or if it's fun enough in its own right to continue.

Thank you for reading!



Becoming Dominant



Casey wasn't the least bit shocked. It was the Army. Hurry up and wait.

"Goddamn, who's the hot blonde in the blue dress?" someone hissed.

"Where, man?"

"Third row. Looks like she's by herself. With the sunglasses."

"Oh, shit, is that Casey's mom?"

Casey sighed. He'd gotten this sort of thing in high school, too, but even in high school no one had ever been so crass about her. Yes, he knew his foster mother was pretty. He was not, however, so swept away as to drool over her. Nor were any other rational adults he had known, or even friends in high school. It was one thing to note that she was pretty. It was another to make a big deal out of it. Casey knew it was entirely about morons giving him a hard time rather than anything else.

He caught sight of her. She sat straight, hands folded on top of one leg crossed over the other, and waited. Her skirt, blouse and shimmering top were pretty, but certainly not racy. Maybe it was a little flattering, but then, everything was flattering on her. Whatever. So not a big deal.

He waited. She waited. Everyone waited, except the colonel and the other officers invited to speak. The ones who were not emotionally tone deaf kept their words very short, and indeed would likely have forgone the whole event entirely if it wouldn't have hammered their careers.

The actual call ending the ceremony slipped right past Casey. His mind had gone so far beyond whatever anyone was saying that he was surprised when people cheered and his company broke up into a rush to meet the crowd. There were babies there to be hugged. Tears to be shared. All of that stuff.

Monica stayed in the stands, letting the crowd rush by. Casey made his way over to her as she calmly walked down the steps. "Hey you," she smiled as they came within conversational distance, separated only by some railing that they both had to walk around.

"Sorry about all this," Casey said, smiling just as broadly.

"Oh, it's obviously not your fault. Are you done now? All done?"

"All done," he said, holding his hands out to his sides. "Already checked in all the gear I don't get to take home with me. Ready to walk out of here right now and never look back."

"Well. Gimme one more minute here at least," she said as she finally got to him. They threw their arms around one another, and were soon no less teary-eyed than anyone else. Monica was only a couple of inches shorter than Casey's six feet. "God, I'm so glad you're home."

"Me, too, Monica. Me, too."

"I just wish your parents were here for this."

He held her tighter. "Yeah," he sniffed. "Yeah."

She stepped back just a bit, wiping her eyes but still smiling. "They'd be proud of you, y'know. Really proud. Like I am."

"You always said this was a bad idea."

"No, I said you never had to do this and there were better things you could do," she corrected, thumping her fist against his shoulder. "I never blamed you for wanting to do this. I'm just glad you're done."

"Speaking of. Can we go?"

"Hell, yeah," Monica nodded. She took one of his hands to tug him off toward the parking lot. She caught the momentary odd look in his eye as she kept his hand. "I've been hit on twenty times already today," she said. "I don't care if people think I'm your parent or your girlfriend, I just want them to leave me alone for now."

Casey chuckled. He teased her about it on the way to the parking lot, but then stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of the limousine waiting for them. "Monica, you didn't," he said.

"Hey, you're riding off base. I can spring for a limo."

"You can afford this? You already had to fly up here from LA! I told you I could spring for your ticket."

Monica all but beamed with pride for a moment. She hugged him again, giving him a motherly kiss on the cheek. "That's nothing to worry about now. I told you. I'm doing great with money these days. C'mon."

Casey grunted, following Monica to the limousine. He was surprised to see the driver was a young woman, and a pretty one at that. Brunette. Green eyes. Nice smile. "Welcome home, Mister Barnes," she said pleasantly. "I'm Tori. Can I help you with your bags?"

"Um," he blinked, "I can just put them in the trunk myself."

"Very well," she said with a cheerful grin. She moved to the back of the car, threw open the trunk and then shut it after Casey had unloaded his multiple bags. Then she went to the door to hold it open for him.

"Nice to be treated like a lady once in awhile," he chuckled as he followed Monica inside. "Wow. Um. Wow."

"You like?" Monica grinned.

"I like the driver," Casey admitted under his breath. He knew that Monica would understand he didn't mean anything by it. "She's pretty."

Monica's grin turned sly. "She'll be around for us all weekend."

Again, Casey was surprised. "You rented a limo for the whole weekend? Holy crap. How much does that cost?"

"Casey," she said, "don't worry about money. At all. I mean it. Things were rough before you enlisted, but we really don't have to sweat it now. Everything's fine. Anyway, I have a hotel room in the city and some of your civilian clothes waiting for you, just like you asked. So unless you're hungry, we can head straight there."

"No, I'm good," Casey said. "I'm ready to not be an ordinary guy again."

Monica chuckled. "Fat chance of that."

* * *

She sat on the large, plush bed of her suite, listening for the shower to be cut off. Casey was shocked that she'd splurge like this. A luxury suite, a limo and the open-ended plane tickets home to LA for whenever he felt like getting on a plane again. Casey had been raised strictly in a lower-middle class environment, first with his natural parents and then, when they died in his mid-teens, with Monica. That had been what his parents wanted all along. He never knew how much of their wealth they hid from him to make sure he grew up humble.

They had never spoiled him like this. Nor had they ever spoiled him the way Monica intended to as soon as he got out of the shower.

Monica stayed on the bed, fighting the urge to just walk right into the bathroom. She'd had to clamp down on her desires from the moment she left Dave and Gordon in the hotel that morning. Her temporary friends had taken the edge off of her actual wait, but once she had Casey in sight she felt herself burning inside. It was all she could do not to let it show too early.

She wanted to do this right. No inconveniences. No distractions. No time limits.

The shower came off. Monica's heart thudded in her chest. Her breath grew heavy. She hadn't felt like this in ages. It felt wonderful. In moments, it would feel even better.

The door to the bathroom cracked open. "Hey, so what happened with Mr. Wealth Manager guy that you were gonna see while you were out here?" Casey asked. "Did you go out with him?"

"Yeah, but he turned out to be a total douchebag," Monica said. "The less said about him, the better."

"Gotcha," Casey replied. "Um. Did I leave my shirt out there? I swear I brought it in here with me."

Monica grinned. He had brought it in with him, only for Monica to swipe it away when he wasn't looking. "It's out here."

Casey opened the door. He came out in simple jeans and nothing else, inadvertently showing off a trim, fit chest sporting a couple of small scars. Monica's breath caught. Casey had never been much of an athlete, but the Army had been very good for him.

He was sweet. Humble. Smart. Kind. And no longer a kid.

She was done waiting.

"You sure?" he asked. "Where is...um...Monica?"

Casey turned to find Monica standing close to him. She looked him over with an admiring eye, placing her cool hand on his bare shoulder.

His eyes went wide. Casey all but froze. He didn't feel fear, except that suddenly he just didn't want Monica to stop looking at him like that. Or to stop touching him. For the first time ever, Casey's thoughts of Monica were not purely platonic.

"You're a man now. A really good man." She moved in closer, hugging him gently. She put a soft kiss on his neck. "So much like your father."

His eyes closed for a moment. He thought of his parents, and how crushing it had been to lose them, and how Monica had certainly shared that loss. They had all been very close. They were Monica's best friends. There was no question that she would take Casey in.

He felt her lips upon his collarbone, once again in a less than motherly manner. His eyes opened, locking with hers, and seeing emotions he'd never seen there before. Monica took his hand, stepping backward and leading him along with her. She didn't stop until she was at the foot of the bed.

His body trembled. His breath deepened. Casey wanted a moment to adjust his pants, to turn his now rock-hard cock in some more comfortable direction, but he didn't want Monica to notice. He felt himself grow nervous, but recognized it as the sort of nervousness one feels when about to get something one dearly wants.

It was then that it truly hit him how beautiful Monica was. As if he'd either been taught or conditioned not to notice, and now someone had said the magic word. Monica was painfully sexy. Intimidating. She was the kind of hot so intense that many men wouldn't approach her because they didn't think they could make the grade.

She reached out to him, touching his chest with her hands. She seemed to like what she felt. He was dumbfounded, but thrilled as his foster mother's touch slid down his chest and stomach.

His foster mother. "Monica?" he managed to ask. He felt good, but also like he was about to explode.

"It's okay, Casey," she said in an equally soft tone. "You know what we want."

They stared a moment longer. He didn't, in fact, know what she meant...except part of him did. He got down on one knee, and then the other, never actually thinking about what he was doing. Monica stepped closer, putting her hands on his shoulders. Casey touched her shapely, bare legs, sliding upward and loving the way she felt like nothing he'd ever touched before as his hands went up under her skirt.

"You're my man tonight, Casey," Monica said softly.

He touched her panties. They were silk and small and they came off her hips and down her legs in one more moment that changed his life irreversibly. She stepped out of her panties, and as he looked up at her, she said quietly, "Smell them."

He did. He put his foster mother's damp panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply and was absolutely intoxicated. Then he looked up at her, and she said, "Get this skirt off me."

The zipper was on one side. It was subtle, perfectly concealed, and it went all the way down. Casey peeled the skirt off of her, revealing the smooth, exquisite skin of her hips and her crotch and the thick but well-groomed landing strip of pussy at the center. It took his breath away.

Monica gently put one of her hands on his head. The soft pressure told him exactly where to go. He leaned in, his body alive with excitement and his pulse racing as he brought his mouth to his foster mother's cunt and took his first, long lick. She wasn't the first woman he'd ever gone down on, but in many ways this was all so new. No woman had ever tasted or smelled so good.

Monica shuddered, but not as much as he did. Casey drug his gentle tongue across her lips. "Yes," she whispered, "soft. Nice and soft. Oh. You won't have to be soft for long." His eyes looked up at hers to find a mixture of pride and abject lust in her expression. He licked again, softly this time, and then again, and her eyes rolled back. She closed her fingers around his hair but didn't do anything to push or pull his head from where it was.

Casey stayed on his knees, licking and eating out the woman who had been his only family for almost ten years. Her breathing became heavy and she began to let out moans of approval which meant the world to him as he continued exploring, long strokes interrupted by brief penetrations between her lips and swirls around her clit.

So was Monica. "Oh, fuck me, baby, so good...so good...yeah..."

His hands slid up the back of her legs, grabbing her ass while he made out with her pussy. He got much more intense, but Monica seemed totally fine with the shift, indeed encouraging it with whimpers and squeezing hands. Soon, she was pushing her cunt right at his mouth just as much as needfully as he buried his head between her legs, and she gave out short gasps of approval and pleasure.

Then she got wetter. Much, much wetter. "Oh!" she cried out, shaking in his grasp as delicious juices began to pour from her pussy. Casey swallowed instinctively and eagerly. "Oh! Oh! Fuck! Oooohhhhh!" He drank and drank as she came and came.

When her spasms subsided, she let out a moan of joy and approval. Her hand on his scalp loosened, and she turned and fell back onto the bed. "Get out of those pants, lover," she grinned lustily. She pulled her top off as he stood, revealing a lacy black bra that held breasts of perfect, wonderful size.

He didn't question. He didn't want this to stop. Casey pulled off his jeans, revealing his cock to his wanton partner. Her grin became a broad, beaming smile, and as she reached forth and took hold of him, he thought he would explode. Then he realized that his cock, though never what anyone would call below average, had never been so big before.

"Don't cum," she warned softly, confidently, as if that was all she had to say. "Don't cum until I've cum for this monster." She winked at him, stroking Casey to pleasure way better than any orgasm he'd ever had. The drop or two of pre-cum at his head soon began to double, and then again.

"Monica," Casey managed, gasping with pleasure, "I don't know if I can hold back."

"You will, don't worry," she smiled, leaning forward to drag her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way to the top and then all around and over the head. She shivered as she licked all that pre-cum from his dick. "And then you're gonna cum for me all night, baby. Just trust me. Trust me...and fuck me," she winked at him, right before her mouth slid down my shaft.

She sucked Casey right down, tongue swirling and enveloping so much of him that it seemed to defy physics. Casey felt the back of her throat on his cock before she slid back, and then again, and then again. She went a little shallower after that, but she took Casey's hands and placed them on her head before she closed her eyes. The pleasure was too much to deny. He selfishly fucked her mouth. She made noises of either approval or enjoyment or something. He didn't know which. He didn't care. Casey fucked her mouth.

It didn't last long. She put her hands around his groin, pushed just a bit back, and he let her go. She looked up smiling. "Later for that," she winked again. "Lots of that." Monica slid back on the bed, staring up at him as she effortlessly undid the front clasp on her bra and pulled it free. She hardly needed it for those perfect, full breasts. The bra was just there for accessory, not support. Once again, Casey was in awe.

"It's our first time, Casey," Monica said softly. One of her feet slid up along his leg to his hip. Her legs spread out, once more allowing him the wonderful scent of her cunt. "Don't worry about anything. Don't worry about pleasing me. We're both gonna have a good time. Just fuck me, Casey."

He put one knee up on the bed, then another. Nothing had ever been so welcoming as the sight of Monica's naked, spread legs and the beauty in between. Casey crawled over on top of her and kissed her, forgetting entirely that his mouth was full of her juices, but she eagerly and warmly accepted. Monica wrapped one arm around him, slid the other down his side until she had his cock in hand. She guided the head along the folds of her pussy.

"Feel that?" she whispered hotly. She looked up at Casey with sparkling eyes. "Feel that pussy? It needs you, baby. Take me. Take me," she repeated softly, and as if he needed the encouragement, she pulled the head between her lips.

He was harder than he had ever been. He felt like he was made to do this. Casey's body was electrified with pleasure as he sank his cock into her, inch after silky-wet inch, hearing her moan with joy all the while. Her hands clutched at Casey's ass and pulled him closer, burying his cock inside her. "Oh, Casey," she called out brazenly, "I've wanted this so bad. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me!"

Again, Casey hardly needed encouragement. He gave her exactly what she wanted. As before, he was afraid he would cum the entire time and blow everything right there, but it didn't happen. Rapture built, but it didn't matter how hard or how selfishly Casey fucked her. He went at Monica like he was entitled to her, like that pussy was meant to be his, but something in him soared with the idea that things were exactly the opposite.

Casey fucked her because he belonged to her and she wanted it. He belonged to her, and he loved her for it, and he wanted more than anything to please her. She wanted to be fucked.

He gave her all he had. The rewards were amazing. Monica's breathing and moaning encouraged Casey more and more, while the feel of her body underneath his revealed to him the real meaning of luxury. Her tits were crushed against his chest and her legs wrapped around his hips as he plundered her cunt, thrusting with wild abandon until he heard her scream and felt her cunt tighten around his relentless cock.

More juices came from her, squirting out all over his cock and groin and out between them onto the bed and the floor. "Aaaaah! Aaaaah!" she cried, but did nothing to indicate that he should slow down. Eventually the spasms ceased and the flow abated, but she never released him. "More," she gasped, "Oh, fuck, more."

He wanted more, too. Casey still hadn't cum. If he never did, if somehow it didn't work that way and all he got was maddening pleasure but no release, he'd have been fine with it. Casey kept fucking her, not even questioning his stamina let alone the wrongness of it all. It all felt too good. She was there to be split wide open on his cock, and he was there to make it happen.

Their lips found each other and began kissing. Casey's tongue invaded Monica's mouth as surely as it had invaded her pussy earlier. The kiss felt so good, interrupted though it was by constant grunts and gasps, but they both wanted it desperately. Kissing her excited him even more. Casey made out with his foster mother, fucking her for all he was worth, and soon that cunt grew tighter again.

This time, Casey realized, he would go, too. His cock and balls were practically trembling even as he kept plowing her. When he blew, there was genuine, awesome pressure to it. Casey felt himself throb as he pumped cum into Monica, setting off her own liquid, spurting meltdown as they gasped together. No hesitation. No remorse. Casey injected her with hot cum and she loved it and so did he.

It abated, again, and for the first time since they began they had some semblance of control of ourselves. Monica's embrace became gentle and sensuous, whispering erotically soothing nothings to him while her nails traced all over his body and she trailed kisses along his neck and shoulders.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered.

Casey still had her impaled. He realized, pulling out only slightly, that he wanted more. Casey sank back into her, eliciting a shameless grin from his adoring mentor in this pleasure. "Told you," she said. "You're gonna cum for me all night long."

Though he'd only been laid a few times by a couple of girls, Casey naturally knew how odd this was. Guys don't normally cum and fuck and cum again without a break. It was unreal. "Monica?" he began, but she put a finger over his lips.

"Everything's fine," she said, then kissed him as a lover. "This is a good thing, baby. You'll see. Just trust me and enjoy it. I've wanted this so much, and now you're mine." Monica pulled his face closer and kissed him again, and once again he was lost within her.




Becoming Dominant



"Let me up," Monica instructed, with a grin that indicated there was a lot more in store. Casey withdrew from her pussy with resultant spilling that only made her laugh. "Sit up," she said then, sliding off the bed and onto her knees between his legs.

"I want you to know how okay this is," she winked. Her hands were already on his cock. She kissed it, shaft to head once again, slurping up all the wetness that was on it. As her face pulled away to look at Casey's, very faint lines of their juices trailed from her lips to his dick. "Like I said before, don't hold back." Then her tongue descended down on his cock, wrapping around it once before her lips came down around the head and enveloped it once more. It was every bit as wonderful as before, but this time she kept her eyes on him.

Casey's hands came gently to the sides of her head. She made an "mm-hmm" noise but kept sucking, going at it with even more energy than he thought to encourage. The woman who had gone to such effort to teach Casey to always respect women made a fuck-hole out of her mouth for him.

Casey moaned uncontrollably. The sight of her being such a whore for him, the feeling of her devouring his cock, letting him set a pace and then going beyond it for his pleasure all made it almost surreal. Casey's senses didn't lie to him, though. They were simply overloaded.

He didn't tell her when he was about to cum because he didn't know. Casey was once again in a state where he felt like he could cum any second. When he finally did get a hint from that delicious trembling in his balls and his cock, it all felt so good that he couldn't form words. Instead Casey just watched as his cock erupted in Monica's mouth. There was so much that she couldn't keep it all in, but she made a good effort at it at first.

Then she pulled free, smiling, pumping him and letting him cum all over his foster mother's face, her neck, and her glorious tits. Five or six gushes later, Casey was still cumming, but at that point Monica took him into her mouth again and greedily swallowed everything that remained.

Utterly defiled and obviously happy about it, Monica rose, semen running down her chest and hanging off her chin. More cum still ran down her legs, a mixture of her juices and Casey's. She looked nothing if not triumphant.

Monica gently pushed Casey onto his back and straddled him on the bed. "You're my Casey," she said, grinning shamelessly. "You get more of me than any other man." Her pussy glided across his dick—which was still, amazingly, raging hard and dying for more—and then she worked herself down onto it with a loud moan.

"Oh fuck," she moaned aloud, rocking back and forth on Casey's cock. "So much better than anyone." Casey's hands were at her thighs. He gazed up at her cum-soaked beauty in amazement. When Monica's eyes opened and she saw the look on his face, she giggled. "Don't be shy, Casey," she grinned. "Not now. Don't hold back."

Casey's hands drifted up onto her hips, which rocked back and forth to pump his cock deeper into her. Her grin was ever inviting, and when Casey's hands reached up to her wet, perfect tits, her expression became both lustful and serene. "That's it," she sighed, "touch me everywhere. Don't be shy. Don't be shy at all. Not anymore."

"Are we...are we going to keep doing this?" he asked.

"Yes, Casey," she whispered. "If that's what you want. I'll give you that choice. Unless you want to stop...if you think you can stop," she smirked.

"No," he said, still cupping and toying with her tits. "I meant tomorrow. The next day."

"I know. We'll talk about that in the morning," she nodded. "We'll...we'll talk." She paused to throw her head back in pleasure as she rocked back and forth on him. Monica let one of her hands drift to her clit, rubbing herself to additional joy. "Ohh, Casey...just give me tonight."

* * *

Casey awoke lying naked under a sheet. He was roused by the feeling of Monica sitting down next to him on the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe. She was all cleaned up...but it had happened. It sure as hell wasn't a dream.

Monica and Casey had fucked themselves senseless very late into the night. Only a couple of hours ago now. He woke up still feeling a tremendous afterglow, which was almost immediately contrasted by guilt.

"We have to talk, Casey," Monica said gently.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Monica," He sighed, not quite on the verge of tears but definitely somewhere on the way there. "I'm so sorry."

"Why?" she asked calmly.

"It was...that was so wrong!"

"Why?"

"You're my...you're practically my mother!"

"I'm not your mother. I haven't even really stood in for her for over four years. I'm a consenting adult," she said calmly. "This is most certainly not incest. And we're not breeding, anyway. There will never be a baby. And I'm also the one who initiated it. You're an adult now, Casey. You were long before last night, really, otherwise the thought would never have entered my mind. Well, okay," she admitted, "I've waited for this day a long time, but it's not like there was any problem with self-control. I didn't start feeling any attraction to you until you were clearly an adult. Emotionally, not just legally.

"If anything, I'm the one who should apologize, because I'm the one who decided this would happen."

"You don't...no," Casey shook his head. "Don't apologize. It was both of us."

"I was in complete control the entire time, Casey," Monica said levelly. "Every time you fucked my mouth, I was in control. Every time I screamed and begged like a whore, I was in control. Even when I let you set the pace and take my lead, I really did let myself go, but that was only because I could."

Casey frowned. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"I know. But you need to understand before I go any farther with this conversation that you have no reason at all to feel guilty or bad." She had that serious look on her face, the one she saved for those really serious parental-figure talks. They hadn't had one of those in years. "Last night was one of the most wonderful nights of my life, Casey—and believe me, I've had many more good nights than bad. You don't even know. The bar's pretty high for me. But I'd do last night over a million times if I could." She reached out to find his hand. "I love you, Casey." It wasn't a statement of mushiness. She was still very serious.

"I love you, too...Monica."

"No guilt?"

Casey nodded. "Okay."

"I need to know if you want more, Casey. I want to know if you want to keep making love with me."

Casey's heart was already pounding hard enough before she said that. There was no return to the previous impression of his foster mother as being pretty but not sexual. Monica now defined sex in all its unreal glory for him. Wearing nothing but a bathrobe, no make-up, and a serious expression, she was still hotter than anyone else he'd ever met or even seen on television.

"I'm going to keep fucking other men," she said gently yet firmly. "I love fucking other men. I never told you this, actually, but I'm bisexual. I sleep with women, too. Sometimes more than one of each at a time. I have sex all the time, and I love it, and I don't feel any guilt."

He swallowed. Casey had no problem with anyone being bi. He had known for years that she was sexually active, and he didn't judge. Hell, Casey had certainly wished he'd been more active! Still, confronted with this blunt admission of her promiscuity, he only nodded.

"I'm safe, by the way. Don't worry about that. You and I don't need condoms. Just discretion."

"Okay," Casey nodded.

She took a deep breath. "There's more," she said. Casey had a feeling she'd say that, so he wasn't terribly shocked. "Casey, you and I are both very special. That wasn't normal sex last night. You know that, right?" "That was a lot more than just first-time excitement, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was," she smiled gently, "although the fact that it was our first time helped some. Like I said. I'd do it over and over again if I could." She squeezed his hand. "So here's the deal. If you want to keep this up, you have to agree to some serious conditions. I have to tell you a lot of very, very deep secrets, and you may be uncomfortable with some of them...at least for a bit. I really think you'll love it in the end. I know I do. But if you want a normal life, we can forget about all this and just go on. I can make that happen, Casey. Believe me, I can do that.

"Or...you can swear you'll obey me. I'll be good to you, but for the next year, you've got to do everything I say and you have to accept that your first loyalty is to me above all else. Literally."

His eyes went wide. "What's...what are you going to want from me?"

She shrugged. "Sex, mostly. A lot like tonight. Sex when I want it, and usually sex when you want it, too. But I get off on being dominant, and sometimes I've got a little bit of a cruel streak, and I won't be able to resist indulging in that with you.

"I won't ask you to hurt anyone. Nothing criminal. Nothing scat, none of that furry stuff, and...okay, tell me straight, do you like guys at all? No? Okay. I promise not to demand anything sexual with other men," she shrugged. "It wouldn't be any fun if you weren't turned on by it, anyway. No transsexual stuff, either. I want you to be you. But I'll tell you up front that I'm going to be very selfish sometimes."

Casey wondered how many times Monica was going to blow him away with her frank language.

"I'm going to run your life like I never have before, at least for the next year or so. I don't plan on being a bitch, but you've got to be ready to give in to me on everything. You have to be ready to give up all your plans for college, for hanging out with your friends, even what you watch on television or who you talk to on the internet. And you have to do that faithfully. No looking for ways around my rules. No privacy whatsoever. You've got to devote yourself to me. I'm not saying that you won't see friends or go out, but again, you have to be ready to obey like you like it.

"Mostly, though, you're going to really enjoy it. I love you. I want you to be happy. I think even at my most selfish you're still going to have a great time. I haven't begun to spoil you yet, Casey. I just want you to know that the changes will be really drastic." She took another deep breath. "And the payoff is...well, if you trust me. If you obey me, much more faithfully than you ever have...last night will have been just the beginning. And there's more in store than just sex with me. The rewards will be unbelievable."

"Like what?"

She shook her head. "I can't explain it unless you agree. If you don't, that's fine. I still love you, Casey, and I mean that. I always will. Sex doesn't make any difference in that. But if you want to lead a normal life, I completely understand, and believe me, I'll make sure that you're happy. I'll always take care of you."

With that, Monica fell silent. Casey couldn't read through her poker face. He couldn't tell if this was some sort of bizarre test or something. All he knew was that having tasted what he just had, he had to have more...and that he really did trust her with everything.

"Are you going to be serious like this all the time?" Casey asked tentatively. "Or are you going to act normal again? Because you seem really distant right now."

That broke through. She smiled a little and squeezed my hand again. "I love you so much, Casey," she said. "You really are a good guy. And that's why I'm willing to do this. Yes, baby. I'm going to be myself. We're still going to smile and laugh and you're still gonna be my Casey and I'm still gonna be Monica. I want you to obey, but I want you to be a man, not a slave. But you're gonna learn that there's way more to me and to you than you ever imagined."

"What happens after the year is over?" Casey asked.

"In some ways, we will probably both feel like it'll never really be over. This will create a whole new level of emotional bonds—bonds of love, but still. Anyway, after a year, you'll be free again. Make all your own decisions." She paused. "Or you can promise to give me another year, if you want. Which you very well might," she said, and this time she allowed him a little grin again. "Like I said, I think you won't regret it, but giving up all your freedom for a year is a serious thing. You don't get to cry foul."

"After a year...if I don't promise to do it all again...will we still be able to sleep together?"

"Yes," she said, smiling more. "If you agree, then we can keep sleeping together, no matter what. I wouldn't want to give that up, either."

Casey thought about it. After last night, he didn't doubt a single thing Monica said. She had always played things straight with him—well, he hadn't known she dug women, but she had to know that wouldn't bother him. And now they were intimate. Very intimate.

He didn't want to let that go.

"I'll do it," Casey nodded.

"There's no turning back," she warned.

"From last night?" he grinned. "I hope not."

"Get out of the bed," she said. Casey obeyed, and she noted that he was already rock-hard again. Monica casually threw off her robe, revealing her naked beauty once more. She pointed to the floor in front of her. "Get on your knees, Casey," she told him gently, but in a tone that expected obedience.

A shiver ran through him. He obeyed.

"Lick me," she said softly. "Serve me. You have to give yourself to me, Casey. Lick me like you're mine, and...ooohhh," she breathed. It wasn't like she had to tell him twice. "I like instant obedience. Casey...you've got to make youself mine here...open yourself to that. Be mine. Feel it. You're...on your knees...serving me...naked...make this who you are, Casey...I love you, I want you...you have to be mine...mine...ooohhh, yessss..."

Casey felt it. It wasn't as if he didn't love her and want to make her happy before, but every moment that he tasted her reinforced everything. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make her happy. He felt it in his balls and in his bones. He would obey. He would be faithful.

It wasn't long before she started cumming, raining sweet nectar down into his mouth again. Casey drank from his foster mother and...mistress? My owner? Whatever. Monica was in charge. She sealed the deal with her juices, and he signed by swallowing.

Casey remained on my knees swallowing her for several minutes. She came and came and came. When she finally settled down, quivering less but leaning on his shoulders, Monica pulled away and gestured for him to get back on the bed, sitting upright against the pillows. He obeyed. She slid up on top of him, lowering her silky wet snatch down onto his upright cock. She kissed him, then straightened upright. "Suck on my breasts, honey," Monica said. One hand gently ran through his very short hair, guiding him to place his mouth upon her breast. It took a bit of bending, but it wasn't uncomfortable given the way she rode him.

"Harder," she whispered, and as she demanded, he sucked harder. "Mmmore," she moaned, and he obeyed. "Bite down just a little...gently...just...ah! Yes! Aaaah!" Monica sighed.

Casey tasted milk. As with everything else about her, it was incredible. All he could think was that if this was her idea of total obedience, he had just made the best decision of his entire life.

"Just swallow, lover," Monica said, still running fingers through his scalp. All the stern poker-face walls were down. She was nothing but gentle and affectionate. Monica rode his cock while he drank from her breast, and she spoke in soothing tones. She was his nurturing mother, his intimate lover, and his wanton mistress all at once.

"Now listen," she whispered. "Make yourself vulnerable to me, Casey. You're mine now. Embrace it. And just listen...

"We're different from other people. You and I. Your mother was like us, and her father and his mother before him. It comes down only in a few direct family lines..." She drifted off for a few pleasant moans as he continued sucking at her breast and gently fucking her. "The best...way to describe it is that we're dominant. We're healthier than other people. We'll live longer. You don't know this, but...I'm three times as old as I've always told you."

His mouth didn't come off her breast, but it was a bit of a surprise. "Nobody knows if it's magic, or if we're psychic, or if it's just some genetic quirk. There are other dominants out there, but not many. Maybe...a couple dozen families in the world. And they don't rule the world. It's not like that. We have to be subtle. Quiet. Most of us are pretty benevolent. The nastier ones have to be dealt with before they cause real problems. That's why your parents and I tried so hard to raise you to be a good person, Casey."

Casey would've thought that his cock and his mouth and the rest of him weren't doing anything for her given the way she went on with her explanation, were it not for her voice and her body language. Monica reveled in absolute, complete erotic bliss. Her words came out slowly, her tones were still sexually charged. She sometimes paused. Her voice occasionally wavered. But she continued on, and Casey sucked and slowly fucked and listened obediently.

"Most of this comes through sex. You'll be able to have any woman you want, Casey. It just depends on your attraction and your whim. If you...oh...if you see someone you want, you can have her. She'll want you if you want her. Just...don't...adults only, lover. That's my rule. Adults only. But beyond that, the sky's the limit.

"And you're...mhfhh...you're gonna be super horny for awhile. You're gonna be obsessed with pussy for the next couple decades, honey. That's just how it is when you come into your dominance. And I have to help you adjust, which is why you have to obey me...and even when you calm down, you're still gonna constantly want sex. Like me. It's just how we are."

Eventually, the milk stopped coming from her breast. Monica pushed him down onto his back while she continued to ride him. Her lips crushed against Casey's in a long, rough kiss before she let up again.

"Do you like that, Casey?" she asked. There was heavy lust in her voice. "Do you like knowing you're gonna be able to shove your big cock into any woman you want?"

"Yes," Casey grunted. "Hell yes."

"They're gonna want it, too," she breathed. "You can have as many as you want. I've got dozens. They don't get jealous if you don't let them. All you have to do is lay down the law and they'll be happy...oh...happy little cunts...mmmhhh."

He blinked, and she flashed an animalistic grin. "Yeah, that's right," she said. "Cunts. Sluts. You have to think of it like that," Monica breathed.

His hands were on her hips. Casey fucked her at the pace she dictated, but he did all he could to go deep. This all got him even more turned on. "You always said not to be like that," he huffed. "Show...respect."

"Uh-huh," Monica nodded. "And I meant it. I want you to be a good person, Casey. You don't have to treat women like they're worthless. I really hope you never do. Confidence alone can make you as irresistible as any ordinary man. You can practically have all the pussy you want without even thinking about it, Casey. They'll know it. They'll just know it, like an instinct. Women will know they'll never have anything as good as you. And I'll teach you to make sure they aren't hurt when you move on. Love 'em and leave 'em, or love 'em and keep 'em, and you'll never have to feel bad either way.

"But if you really want to claim them, you have to be dominant. And that's all in your mind. Privately, just to yourself, you've gotta think of them as your little cunts, Casey. Believe me...they'll love it."

"Is that...how you are...with guys?"




Becoming Dominant



"I'm dominating you right now, aren't I?" Monica grinned. Casey shuddered, and was thrilled despite himself. "See? I love you, Casey. I really do think of you as a man. As my Casey. As an equal person. Except...when it comes to dominating you and fucking you. Like last night. Like now. Are you complaining?"

She milked his cock like she was born to it. "No," he admitted. "Not at all."

"I love you, and I'm dominating you. Your mother and father were the same, and regardless of how much other action she got, she was wild about him. We both were. And let me tell you, he wasn't dominant, but we made sure that his office was full of willing pussies, and she encouraged him to indulge. He got laid as often as he wanted at work, and then he came home to her."

Monica smiled, kissing him again. "It's a fine line," she said. "I use men. And women. It's just the way we are. If you don't indulge, you go nuts. Other dominants have tried and it usually goes bad. We need the release, all the time. But we can give back, and we don't have to be cruel about it. Honestly, we have to get rid of the ones that are cruel. It's not right to hurt people."

"But using them is okay?" Casey asked.

"Well," Monica smiled even more broadly, continuing this slow, luxurious fuck, "like I said...we're dominant, after all...I've got a lot more money than I ever let on, Casey. We're not going back to the home you left when you enlisted. I've got much better houses than that. I've had to keep a lot from you. It was for your own good. I wanted you to learn some empathy as you grew up. Some humility, y'know?

"So listen," Monica said, "like I said, you're gonna go cunt-crazy for a long, long while. It's okay. I want you to enjoy this time in your life, but you're gonna be out of control if I don't guide you with a firm hand at the beginning."

"That's why I have to obey you?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "but I promise lots of sex. Lots of sex."

"Okay."

Monica smiled. She kissed him again. When she let up, she ground her hips into his and then in a little circular motion just to revel in their intercourse. Casey groaned out loud. "There's nothing better than claiming another dominant," she whispered, "or being claimed. It's how we learn what we are. Your mother claimed me, much the way I'm claiming you, in college, a long time ago."

Casey's eyes fluttered open to Monica's awfully wicked grin. "That's right. Your mother and I were lovers. Right to the end." The silky grip of her cunt around his cock seemed to tighten. "I belonged to her, like you belong to me now. You never really get over your first. But she loved me, and we both loved your father...and your mother gave you to me, Casey. She told me she wanted me to be the one for you. This was the plan all along."

The admission sent his heart pounding anew. Monica's eyes closed as she kissed him again, still working his cock. He suddenly felt more vulnerable to her than ever, which set him off. Monica let out noises of approval as she kissed him, simply grinding gently as he surrendered his cum to her. "You're mine," she hissed into his ear. "Mine."

When he was eventually finished, Monica slowly drew herself back to sit impaled on his cock in a cowgirl position. She was so very, very beautiful. "I love you, Monica," Casey said softly.

"I know," she nodded, still enjoying him. "I love you."

A long, quiet moment later, she spoke again. "Anyway," she breathed, "this year is gonna be all sex for you. It'll be that way for a long time, too, but we need this year so you can adjust. Otherwise you might grab some chick in the mall and fuck her senseless in front of everybody. She won't have a problem with it, but it's still something to avoid."

"Am I gonna be that bad?" Casey blinked.

Monica grinned. "Your grandfather was. Don't worry, Casey. It's gonna be better than your wildest dreams." She squeezed his cock with her cunt again and said, "You'll obey me. But beyond that, Casey...just think with your cock."