When I Realized She was the One (Happy Valentines!)

[justaboy]

Obviously I love my girlfriend for reasons I can't count. But I'd be lying if I said that her understanding and willingness to indulge my fetishes were not a huge factor. She's known all the things I was into since early on in our relationship--bb, feet, facesitting, verbal, all the good stuff-- and despite her not being into it, it meant a lot that she made the effort to satisfy me. As one would expect, early attempts ranged from "okay/fine" to "what the fuck was that?" (not that I'd ever dare say that out loud).

Which just made the first night that it went right all the more special.

It started off like usual. us getting frisky, making out, feeling each other, etc. Then, she told me to close my eyes, which I did. A few seconds later, I could feel warmth radiating from something just centimeters away from my face, followed by the unmistakable aroma of her foot, fresh out of those flats that she'd had since high school, and which I was absolutely crazy for. When my eyes snapped open, I saw her foot just in front of me, and immediately I grabbed it and stuffed it into my face, just breathing it in. So caught up was I with her foot that I never even saw it coming when she took her other foot and jammed it right between my legs several times. Hard.

Each thrust elicited a small grunt of pain from me that was muffled by her sole. She kept doing it until finally I had no choice but to let go of her foot so I could grab my crotch in pain. As I looked up at her, she asked if I liked that-- it was amazing how this girl who had just spent the last minute or so totally owning me could still come off as so timid and self-conscious. Of course I said yes, not just to make her feel good, but because I genuinely did.

Then, I decided to lie on my back, and I asked her to take off her jeans and sit on my face. She agreed; I was already hard from those thrust kicks to my balls, but now I was basically twitching under my basketball shorts and briefs as I watched her peel off her jeans, leaving only her blue cotton panties, which was the last thing I saw before total black: at this point in our relationship, she still hadn't quite gotten facesitting down, so as a result she was sitting in a position where she was on my upper face, covering my eyes and nose but leaving my mouth free--at least I didn't have to worry about suffocating.

While sitting on me, she began rubbing and kneading my balls, which slightly hurt thanks to those thrust kicks earlier, but were still maddeningly arousing. Desiring more, I asked if she could bust me while verbally taunting me, giving her some suggestions what to say: "Babe, if it's okay, can you try hitting my balls while talking about how girls are better?"

At my request, all she said in response was "What did you say?"

Figuring it was probably hard to hear from my position, I repeated myself louder... only to be met with the sound of a loud SMACK as I feel my testicles explode with pain.

Then I heard her: "Did I give you permission to speak?!"

My breath near caught in my throat. I was in awe: she'd never taken initiative like this before. So playing along, I tried saying "No, Princess." But only the "No" made it out before she smacked me again, replacing "Princess" with just a cry of pain.

"There you go again!" she said, as she smacked them again. "Just like a typical man, always trying to tell us what to do!" Then, I began feeling her hands as she started massaging and kneading them gently. Then heard her giggle as she said, "Women are better."

"No you're not," I replied, going along with it, "I'm bigger and stronger than you!" But all she did was laugh at that and say "Well, at least I don't get hurt down there!", smacking me again at that last word. I let out another cry of pain, this one slightly higher pitched than my last. She continued going on like that, smacking my nuts while telling me how superior she is, for about a minute before getting off.

Free from her weight, I immediately rolled to my side and curled up fetally, clutching my balls and moaning in pain. I glanced up at her, kneeling above me. Looking down at me, wide eyed, all she said was "I do good?!" in that cute high pitched voice that I normally just find adorable, but when I'm aroused it becomes the sexiest thing ever to my ears. I told her she was fantastic and I thanked her. She asked if I wanted to masturbate while smelling her feet like I usually did, but then I got an idea.

"Would it be okay if... if you took off your panty and sat with your legs spread and I lie with my face right in front of your pussy and I jerk off while you taunt me some more?" To my elation, she agreed. I quickly (or as quickly as my crippled self allowed me) got into position, and began masturbating.

As I jerked, she began lightly touching herself and kept talking about how women were better. Then, she began telling me how the only thing women need men for is sperm and that women should run the world and all the men should be kept like livestock, where women just take our cum whenever they want and if we say no, women just kick our balls until we agree to masturbate to them. I had never heard her say anything so explicit or aggressive without any guidance in all our time dating. It was the hottest thing I'd ever heard--moreso that it came from her, as she said this all in her usual soft-spoken voice (she was/is a very shy person with crippling anxiety, which just endears her to me more). Needless to say, I came pretty damn hard.

This was by no means our first bb/dom session, and thankfully it wasn't our last. I wouldn't even say this was the best we've ever had. But this will always hold a special place in my heart (among other places), as the moment I realized she might just be the One for me. And I've not looked back since.

[JD]

hot! amazing!