As I waited for my cab, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation mixed with annoyance. My boyfriend had made some insensitive comments about my outfit, which led me to restrain him on the bench. It wasn't until I called him a "little bitch" that I realized the power trip I was on.
In the heat of the moment, I laughed off his protests and proceeded to have some fun with him. My plan was to empty my bowels all over his face while he was trapped in this embarrassing position. But as time went on and night fell upon us, my IBS started acting up again. This time around, I knew exactly what I wanted to do: leave him in the dark, figuratively and literally.
I lifted my dress and revealed my bare bottom, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening butthole. With a wiggle, I slowly lowered myself onto his face, pressing the full weight of my lower body against him. His nose was now firmly wedged between my cheeks, giving him plenty of access to my intimate aromas.
As if that weren't enough, I decided to make things even more challenging for him. I secured his mouth around my puckered anus, effectively trapping any air he might need. Then, I positioned myself so that my dripping wet pussy was directly over his nose and mouth.
For the next few hours, I moved elaborately on top of him, grinding my hips down to cram as much of my heated wetness into him as possible. Occasionally, I would pause to brush my clit against his lips or tongue, teasing him mercilessly.
By the time I was done, I was exhausted but highly aroused. I pulled my dripping wet pussy off of his face and unclamped his mouth, allowing him to gasp for air. Looking down at the mess I'd made, I felt a surge of power course through my veins.
As he struggled to clean himself up, I picked up my phone and called a cab. I threw an arm around his shoulders, guiding him towards the door. Once outside, I instructed him to wait for me while I went inside to grab a quick shower.
As I soaped up my body, relishing in the sensation of water washing away the remnants of our intimate encounter, I couldn't shake off the thought of him waiting for me outside, his face and body still sticky with my fluids. There was a twinge of excitement mixed with a subtle sense of dominance.
When I emerged from the shower, I dried off quickly and prepared to go out. As I put on some final touches, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Deep down, I loved my boyfriend and never wanted to hurt him. But sometimes, the thrill of taking control and pushing boundaries was too hard to resist.
As I stepped out the door, locking it behind me, I heard the unmistakable rustling of plastic wrap. My heart sank as I realized what he had planned: another licking session for me in the morning. Tomorrow would be another day of being pushed to their limits, both emotionally and physically. For now, I was going to enjoy myself and forget about him for a while.
The night started slowly, with light conversation and drinks. But as the alcohol started to flow, so did my inhibitions. Before long, I found myself in another nightclub, grinding against a complete stranger while my boyfriend waited for me back home. The next day was going to be interesting, to say the least.
Over the course of the next few hours, I danced the night away, losing track of time and caring about anything else. My boyfriend was pushed to the back of my mind as I reveled in the attention and freedom dancing provided me. As dawn started to break, I stumbled back to our place, exhausted and exhilarated by the experience.
As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by the strong smell of feces and urine. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what lay in store for me. He had waited up all night, just to give me a taste of what he had endured earlier. I lowered myself onto his face, taking my time to make sure he got every last drop of my spunk mixed with his own body fluids.
Finally, satisfied that he had been sufficiently punished, I climbed into bed, leaving him to clean himself up. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder how this power trip had started and where it would lead us next. But for now, all that mattered was that I had control...and I intended to keep it that way.
