We had only been dating a few weeks. He was one of those rare guys with a strange mix of sensitivity & manliness. He always seemed to know what to say how to behave. He was assertive without seeming overly hostile. He was the type of man who really went for what he wanted in all aspects of his life – with more confidence than arrogance.

And while I hate to admit it I was in awe of him. This man organised me directed me toward the outcome he desired. The places we visited the food we ate even the clothes I wore. Then & now being controlled albeit kindly while it didnt rest easy with this previously assertive independent woman was also weirdly nice.

Oh & the sex was amazing. It had been very different with guys previously & the years of taking the lead having the upper hand being the leader so to speak had lost its pull. In honesty I had grown tired of having all the power being looked up to being the princess bitch. In bed on the floor in the car in public toilets wherever he decided we were going to fuck wherever it was the sex we had left me totally spent.

This man was an Oscar winner director & I had begun to become dependent upon it. I mean he would tell me exactly what to do – how to remove my clothes how to stand. He would position me always to his liking move me slightly this way or that. He was methodical & I loved it. There was one afternoon when he called me to work & told me to meet him at his house in half an hour. He didn’t ask he told me. Of course I immediately left work made my way top his house as directed I even stood at the door waiting to be invited in.

Anyway he took me upstairs told me to remove only my bottom half of clothing ordered me onto the bed – licked me to the point of orgasm & left. I was demented ready to explode. But having been trained well when e told me to stay exactly where I was & not to move or touch myself I obeyed. It was two hours before he returned that day to finish what he started & before he did he sat on the other side of the room talking business on his phone & looked pleased that I had done what he asked & even more happy that I had been at his command – sexually simmered for a long time.

Anyway I really want to tell the story of the ultimate night which with hindsight was likely what I had been groomed for all the time. We had been out for dinner where again he phoned in advance to tell me what to wear – ordered my food directed the conversation & wound down the evening when he wanted to. In the car on our return to his house he told me how impressed he was with me I had apparently been perfectly compliant I was one of his best girls.

There was little unusual about things when we returned except that we stayed downstairs. He sat on the chair directed me to the sofa & told be to turn round & lift my skirt up. I did & on it went. Pull you pants down a little………….bend over……..open your lips so I can see……….touch your clit………bend over some more………open yourself real wide ……..

I did exactly what he said. When he came close to me & started to wank I even resisted touching him because he had told me I mustn’t. You really are a good girl………a beautiful woman………you always do as I say & that pleases me. I want you to look closely as I wank…….see how I do it ………know the moves exactly……….remember you must know exactly how to do it.

I watched intently though I had watched him work his cock so many times that I knew precisely how he liked it. I was desperate to touch him after all he had told me that I was the only one who could wank him as well as he did. But tonight I wasn’t allowed & my frustration was intense.

He spoke – I am going upstairs now ….I want you to touch yourself but not make yourself come…..you must stay here for ten minutes than come up. When you do come to the bedroom dont speak. This was new & I hadn’t a clue what to expect. It was the longest ten minutes of my life. I touched my clit so gently my cunt red & gorged resisting the urge to take myself over the edge was immense. I tell you I was fit to burst yet apprehensive almost fearful of what was going to happen.

I walked the stairs my skirt pulled up to my waist my pants still on the tops of my stocking misshapen. The bedroom door was almost shut I opened the door & God the sight in front of me rocked me beyond belief. A dark skinned naked woman lay on the bed he skin like caramel her breasts small & pert her long hair lay seductively across her face.

My man was knelt on the floor with his face buried in her cunt. He couldn’t see me but I knew he was aware that I was there. The sultry woman’s eyes met mine with a contemptuous glare. All the time my man licked her cunt. His tongue working her clit expertly while two fingers plunged deep into her cunt. All the time this frenzied whore laughed & grunted. I hated her & at that minute – I hated him.

He moved his head from her cunt turned to me & ordered me to kneel beside him. I wanted to walk away but I couldn’t. I knelt beside him. Your turn he said. I hesitated he gave me a stern look gently kissed my face – put his hand behind my head & nudged me toward her cunt. I looked intently at it. It was different to mine darker her pubes neat & bushy.

Laying my fingers on her lips I gently parted them. It really was beautiful – wet pink neat & tight. With her lips parted I put one finger inside. I had always been curious about what the inside of a woman would feel like. It was smooth like velvet. I didnt want to do what a man would do & plunge as many fingers in as would fit.

Just one finger was enough to feel the delightfulness of it to explore the contours finding the places that made her moan a little deeper arch her back a bit more furiously mumble moan. I liked this very much. I kept telling myself to be gentle not to rush. Gently working my way from her tight cunt I parted her enough to see her clit bulging. I liked being in control

I touched her clit with the pad of my finger the slippery wetness allowed me to tickle it with the least of effort. Delicately teasing her clit with the softness of my finger – her breathing hastened her legs began to twitch. Now I was in control & it made me feel amazing.

Do you like that. I asked. She was in such a gentle frenzy he answer was inaudible but she loved it. My man began to give his orders & to be honest I was so engrossed in what I was doing I had forgotten he was even there. I was having too much of a good time to stop now I ignored him. By now her cunt was so wet her clit so swollen – it was time for my tongue. God it tasted delicious.

The feel of her increasingly swelling clit under my tongue drove me crazy. At that minute I could understand why a man may be tempted at this point to lick more frenetically harder with more pressure faster. But I knew to keep it slow & steady. I licked her clit with a slow & steady rhythm. Hardly touching it skimming over it the contact measured like a kitten lapping up a saucer of cream. I was keeping her at that wonderful place just before orgasm she was trance like & for once I was in control.

I fucking loved it & so did she. I told him to take my knickers off & move immediately away. That was the only contact I wanted with him I didn’t need him. The bitch & I didnt need him. Swivelling around I sat over her face told her to do to me exactly what I was doing to her. We lapped each others cunt with a hunger I had never known. She was good she had done this before. The feel of her tongue on my clit was heaven & all the time I carried on lightly tickling hers with my tongue. Her juices covered my face mine covered hers.

Our orgasm build momentum with the most amazing synchronicity we hovered a little every nerve in our bodies twitching madly the tempo still gentle & steady until no amount of effort to stop ourselves from going over the edge worked. Our orgasm surged at the same time. Her cunt quivering in my face mine in hers our juices squirting from our depths onto one an others mouth like a fountain. We collapsed onto each other legs wrapped around our heads we lay in a heap.

After a few minutes I remembered my man was still there. Looking round I saw him wanking urging me to participate to stroke his cock. He didn’t seem quite so powerful he looked worried. And you know what I couldnt be bothered. I had taken my pleasure his pleasure didnt matter to me. What happened then? The bitch & I got dressed & left together knowing we had a lot more exploration to do. The man he knew as well as I did that the power he had had over me had gone. The last I heard he was grooming someone else.

Did I give a damn? Not a chance the bitch & I were having too many sexy adventures of our own.