The Reluctant Dom
By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn  Production
November 11, 2001
Copyright 2001, All Rights Reserved.

“How the heart approaches what it yearns” - How the Heart Approaches What it Yearns

Kale is my name. I work with computers during the day. I usually keep to myself. Quiet and unassuming is my usual stance, in fact few know me. Most just pass me by.

When the boss talks, I listen. When people say things, I do them. Most of my life is me following others. But inside deep, I have that feeling of power. Inside I want to make you bleed. I want to whip and tame the wild beast. I want you begging for mercy. Inside I'm a complete dom. A top in the first degree. I hang with the S&M crowd. But most take me for a bottom, or a switch at most, I just don't have the words to tell them. I can't let out my inner desires.

Trixie is a bold girl. She wears the spiked hair with the spiked collar. She talks rough, and acts tough. Everyone knows she is the real stuff. When the fetish parties go on, she looks like she would have the whip in hand. But like me, I never see her actually playing any parts, she is just a voyeur. But that doesn't seem to turn her on. There is a desire in her eyes at the power plays presented for us at the party.

One night I was at the bar, drinking, staying out of the way. In comes Trixie. Black Leather. Spiked bracelets. Tight black vinyl mini skirt. Chain around her finger. She sits next to me, I kind of mumble something. I look at her, she is actually kind of small, maybe 5' 4”, but her personality always makes her look like she could kick the ass of a 6' football player. But sitting there, next to me, I see something I haven't seen before. She is small, not just in size. But in desire.

I look at the crystalline shell she has built around herself. A shell based upon her past I'm sure. She is talking to the bartender, and I grow bold in my stare. She looks back at me finally, and at first has the standard “fuck off” stance, but she sees my eyes. Her mask spills to the floor, like her drink. She mumbles some type of apology, and tries to recover. She is in an awkward position, but I realize she wants to be that way.

I jump down to assist her. My arm around her, slightly controlling. She feels it, and does not resist. “Haven't I seen you before?” She asks putting back the glass, and putting back on the glass armor around her personality. “Yes, I go to some of the same S&M clubs you do.”

“Oh yah, I never see you in any of the acts. Too shy even for public bottoming?”

“No. I just... I'm not really...”

“Your not really what? Not an exhibitionist? So is it in private that you do your sub work?”

“No.. I really don't sub.”

“Really.. What do you do then?”

“I don't...”

“Oh. One of those types”

“Kinda, there is more to it... I want to....”

“Want to do what?”

My mind races.. I want to feel my hands controlling the movement of your body. I want my will to have its way with you. I want the whip to slash across your ass, and have you cry out in pleasure. “I want to, uh. ... uh...”

“Come on spit it out, I don't have all night”

“I want to.. Here, can we go some place more private”

“You sure are an odd one.. Sure, lets go back to my place.. You seem harmless...”

If only she knew. But I think I know something about her too.

......

The lights turn on in her apartment. It is smallish, she has a double bed, and her bedroom is filled with torture devices. But they all seem new, while they don't have that new smell to them, they all seem barely used, if used at all.

“So you were saying.”

“You might think it sounds silly”

“Try me”

“I'd like to.. be a Top”

“Really....” She chuckles to herself.

“I knew you would think that ideas was funny.. I should go, this was a bad idea.”

“No, wait.. I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at myself.”

“Why, what do you have to be ashamed of? You could have any chick or guy subbing for you any time.”

“Yes. But that is not what I like.....”

My mind races again. That incident in the bar. Could she really be a sub? Could this punk chick be a bottom? I think to myself of my fantasies.. So many times, I have played them in my head... But I never thought I'd get the chance.

“So, you really want to be on the bottom?”

Her face turns into that of a girl, and not the hardened street wise chick she usually is.

“Please...” She barely whimpers it out.. And I feel my erection growing.

“Beg. Convince me that I should Top for you.. Remove my reluctance.”

“I need you. I need someone to take me. I have to be strong all my life, I just want it easy with my lover. Just take me, do your way with me. Care for me. I'm putty in your hands..”

I feel that inward surge of power. That control. I raise my frame of a body, and stand above the creature below me. As I pull from the wall the flog.

“Bend over. Remove your pants, I want to see your bottom bare. If you want me to top, you need to do as I say. Understand?”

She does. And she removes her tight mini skirt. Showing no panties underneath. She bends over the bed. I see her pussy lips dripping her dew.

SWASH! THAWP! SHWAM! The flog in my hand hits her, as her body quivers with the pain. And then I bend down, and kiss gently her wounds. Making sure she is ok. She is mine to play with, and mine to protect. I know from the clubs that we should establish a safe word. It is a bit late for that for tonight.. I will just need to be cautious, and see if I can decipher the boundaries. I got a feeling she can take a lot, but I should move slow.

She moans “Please sir, please do not cuff me to my bed. I do not know what I would do...” So at her cue, I do exactly that, with her arms both tied to the bed post, and her body still bent over. I unwrap my cock from it's clothes. Then I don on the rubber. Latex. And shove myself inside. She moans with pleasure. But I pull out.

“Do you want me, bitch?”

“No.... Go away..” She coys.

“Ok, then... I will..”

“Wait..” She is frantic. “Don't leave me here”

“Then tell me you want me to molest your body. Tell me that you need me to make you cum.”

“Ok...” She wimpers, and whines. “I need you, please sir”

I first pull out an extra large dildo from off her wall.. I shove it into her. She is tight. I then take another dildo off her wall, this time a vibrator, and place that into her also, near her clit. Turning it just barely on. She starts to grind her hips. Moving the parts in side her..

I put on a pair of latex gloves, snapping the fingers. She looks back at me with horror and desire. And although she is full. I shove my hand next to the two dildos, and she screams out from being widened so much. And then her body shakes, and her ass tight as it is, vibrates from the orgasm shooting through her body... And then I move my fingers, my magic fingers, that I knew if I had the chance they could work.. She is moaning intensly, trying to buck her hips to come into the sensations and get away at the same time. Her eyes are those of a drug fiend. She wants this so badly, and yet she is a deer in the headlights.

So after a few twiddles. I pull out my hand, and remove the gloves gently. Then take myself, and wrap around her. Holding her, as she rocks back and forth nearly fetile.

“You ok?” I ask.

“I think so.. I haven't orgasmed like that ever.. “

I undo her hand cuffs, and we sit on the bed, touching, and gentle... And then our roles reverse back into the everyday.. She is once again the punk, and I am the nerd.

“So maybe if it isn't too much trouble... I mean, if you wanted to, we could.. You know.. “ I stammer, my power drained by the dawning of where I was and what we had done.

“Yah, sure, whatever.” She was again putting on her face. I think she didn't realize how much she needed that. I think she hasn't let down her guard for a while.

So we left that evening. But there were further encounters, for both of us. That started both of us finding out who we really were.. And while I don't think we have reached it yet, or may do so, we are closer.