Trans Domme Phone Sex: Begging Looks Good on Him

I met Sam at a lounge downtown, the kind of place with low lights and expensive drinks. He was cute, nervous energy, kept glancing at me and looking away. When he finally came over he skipped the small talk entirely. He said, I hope this is not too forward, but are you, you know, dominant. I laughed, delighted. Baby, I said, I am whatever you need me to be. But yes. Very.

Over one drink he told me the truth. He craved a strong woman who would take complete control, use him, own him for a night. He had tried to explain it to girlfriends before and they had laughed or gotten scared. I took his chin in my hand, looked him dead in the eye, and said, I will never laugh at you, Sam. But I will own you. He shivered. We left within ten minutes.

At my place I did not waste time. I told him to strip and kneel, and he did it so fast, so eagerly, it was adorable. I stayed dressed at first, walking slow circles around him, trailing my nails across his shoulders. I am a lot, I told him. Beautiful tits, long hair, and a hard seven and a half inch cock that is going to teach you exactly where you belong. He moaned, already leaking.

I tied his wrists loosely in front of him with one of my silk scarves. Not tight enough to hurt, just enough that he knew he was mine. Then I stripped for him, slow, letting him see everything he had been dreaming about. His eyes went wide and hungry. I straddled his lap, pressed my tits to his face, and told him to worship them. He did, eagerly, sucking and licking while I held his head where I wanted it.

Then I stood, slicked up my strap-on alongside my own hard cock, and his eyes nearly rolled back. Two of us, I whispered, and only one of you. I bent him over the arm of my couch and pressed the strap-on against his tight hole, pushing in with slow relentless pressure while I stroked my own cock. He cried out, overwhelmed, and I leaned over his back and said, this is what you begged for, baby. Take it like a good boy.

I worked him open, steady and deep, while he sobbed and moaned into the cushions. Then I untied his wrists, flipped him onto his back, and climbed on top, sinking my own hard cock into his stretched hole in one smooth thrust. He screamed. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing in his face, one hand around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, reminding him exactly who was in charge. You belong to me tonight, I told him. Say it. He choked out, I belong to you, Diamond.

I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth while still buried inside him, and that was it for him. He came so hard he nearly bucked me off, pulsing down my throat while I kept riding him. The feeling of him coming apart under me pushed me over too, and I pulled out just in time to finish all over his chest, marking him. He lay there wrecked and glowing, and I curled up beside him and stroked his hair like he was precious. Because in that moment, he was mine, and I take care of what is mine.

He whispered, nobody has ever, I mean, that was everything. I kissed his forehead and said, I know, baby. That is what happens when you stop being afraid to ask for what you need.

Stop being afraid, baby. Whether you want me sweet or want me to destroy you sweetly, I know exactly what to do with a man who begs this pretty. Come find out what it feels like to be owned.