A Domme Awakens - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Michelle had walked by the sex shop hundreds of times on her way to and from work. She'd often glanced at the window displays and smiled in an amused sort of manner, but she never considered going inside. Not once. She wasn't the kind of person that went into a sex shop. That sort of thing was for other people. Not for her.

Then, one day, Michelle found herself in the sex shop after work. She wasn't entirely ready to admit why she'd stepped through the door - in part because it felt a little unfair to her fiancée - but Michelle walked the well-stocked aisles in search of something in particular.

"Can I help you with anything?"

For a moment, an entirely unfounded and decidedly silly form of fear gripped Michelle. Then she looked up to see the smiling face of an attractive young woman.

"It feels like it might be your first time in here," she said, "and it can be a little overwhelming if that's the case. So, I figured I'd see if I could point you in the right direction."

Michelle couldn't quite find the words as she was suddenly quite embarrassed to be standing in the sex shop she'd walked by so many times.

"It goes without saying," the girl continued, "that there are no judgments from me. No matter what you're looking for. I promise. I like helping people discover whatever it is that gets them going, you know?"

Michelle took a deep breath, smiled nervously, and said, "I'm looking for, well, a dildo."

The girl smiled. "Ah, well, follow me."

Michelle followed as they walked to the store's very last aisle, half of which was dedicated to dildos and vibrators of almost literally every variety.

"Can I help narrow it down for you?" the girl asked.

Again Michelle felt a sense of embarrassment. She had something quite specific in mind, but it felt so weird to admit it - to confess her sexual desire, in effect - to a total stranger.

"No judgment," the girl added.

Michelle laughed as some of her nerves dissipated and figured that she'd go for it. After all, she was unlikely to see this girl ever again and it was unlikely her secrets - if it was even worth calling a new and potentially short-lived sexual desire a secret - would be spilled.

"I'm looking for something big," she said. "Not, like, huge. I don't want to destroy myself, or anything. But I want something...bigger."

Michelle looked away as she regretted what felt like a slip of the tongue. She'd just revealed that what she had at home wasn't what anyone would describe as big. She felt bad for Eric - though the girl didn't know him and never would - and she felt guilty for not speaking a little more carefully.

"You're not alone," the girl said in a soothing tone. "Believe it or not, a significant number of women come in here looking for something bigger. It's perfectly natural."

She took a few steps down the aisle, leaned over, and picked up a fairly plain-looking box with a clear plastic front that showed off the lifelike, flesh-colored dildo inside.

"This is the one I usually recommend," she said. "It's big, but not huge. It's pretty lifelike, which most of the women asking for this sort of thing want."

Michelle felt a surprising and delightful tingle between her legs as she took the box and stared at the toy inside. She thought of Rylie's descriptions of her boyfriend and his big cock. She felt bad again - it was unquestionably a mild emotional betrayal of Eric to think of another man's cock - but that feeling was quickly washed away by the sense of desire that followed.

"This is also a very big seller."

Michelle couldn't contain her surprise as she turned to see the sales girl holding a bigger box with a picture of a muscular black man on the outside of it.

"Really?" she asked.

The girl nodded. "Yup. It's most popular with white women, and across almost all age groups, too."

Michelle was surprised at the sense of intrigue she felt and in that moment the source of that intrigue became clear - that she was actually thinking about what it would be like to fuck the guy on the box, not the dildo inside it.

"To be honest, it's nothing like the real thing," the girl shared.

Michelle's sense of intrigue got the best of her as she asked, "You've had the real thing?"

She nodded. "I have. More than a few times, actually. It's not like every black guy is some mythical sexual being that possesses the secret to giving white women the orgasms they truly crave, but I will say that a handful of the black guys I've been with have been far, far better than any white guy I've ever had. I'm not sure I could explain why, but there it is."

Michelle stared at the picture on the box and felt yet another surprising tingle of pleasure between her legs.

"I will say, though," the girl continued, "that some women report that this toy does a damn good job of helping them play out the fantasy. So, take that with a grain of salt, I guess, but if that's the sort of thing you're looking for, I can recommend the black dildo based on customer feedback alone."

"I'll take both," Michelle replied without thinking.

"I'm Amy, by the way."

"I'm Michelle," she replied. "And thank you for your help, Amy. I can't tell you how nervous I was coming in here."

"Don't worry about that. You're hardly alone in that. The men are almost never nervous when they come in here, but at least half the women seem like they're on the verge of losing it from the moment they walk in. I get it, but there's really nothing to be nervous about. Everything in this store is designed to enhance pleasure in one way or another."

Michelle no longer felt nervous. If anything, she felt excited. Buying two dildos might have been overdoing it a little and there was still a chance she wouldn't really enjoy using either of them, but Michelle had decided that she was going to pursue her pleasure and see what happened instead of pushing her newfound desires away and hoping they wouldn't resurface.

"Do you need anything else?" Amy asked.

"No, that's it for me," Michelle replied.

They walked to the register and Amy rung up both toys, wrapped them in tissue paper - to hide them from prying eyes, as she explained - and then placed them in a nondescript, surprisingly elegant-looking bag.

"Thank you for your help, Amy," Michelle said after she'd paid. "I don't know if I'll get a chance to recommend a shop like this to a friend, but if I do, I'll absolutely send them here."

Amy smiled. "Thank you, Michelle. And if, for any reason, you want to come back and, I don't know, talk about...well, just about anything related to your toys or whatever journey you're on, I'm always happy to listen. I'm happy to share a few stories of my own, too."

Michelle set the bag on the counter, took a deep breath, and asked, "Just one question, actually. In your experience, is it better when the guy is...well, bigger?"

Again Amy smiled and this time there was a slight, delighted twinkle in her eye. She nodded, too. "Yes. It's not just the size that matters, but it really does make a difference."

Michelle leaned a little closer and asked, "What else makes a difference?"

"Well, I think every woman is different, but I like it when a guy just...takes charge in bed, you know? It just makes me weak in the knees. It makes me...well, forgive me if this too much, but it makes me wet, and it makes me cum so much harder, and when a guy has that quality plus he's really big. That's when I have orgasms that actually leave me lightheaded," Amy explained.

It was so similar to how Rylie had described sex with Sergio that Michelle couldn't help but feel like there was something to that very specific kind of sex that unlocked some deeper, more significant level of pleasure.

"For what it's worth," Amy continued, "I think that sort of sex is what women are thinking about when they buy the black toy you got. Maybe I'm wrong and maybe that fantasy is offensive or whatever, but I think that's what it is. I think they use that toy and they let go and they fantasize about just being taken by a guy with a really big black...well, big black cock and I think they get off on that."

"Are most of those women married?" Michelle asked.

Amy glanced at the diamond on Michelle's ring finger and then met her gaze, smiled, and nodded. "They're almost all wearing rings like the one you have on. I wouldn't call any of them unhappy, though. Not that you asked, but it seems to me that they're all just indulging in a bit of fantasy like most people do. I mean, men certainly do, so why can't women?"

"That's a fair point," Michelle said as she picked up her bag and smiled. "Why can't we indulge in a little fantasy?" She turned towards the exit before spinning around once more and adding, "Thank you, Amy. This was all very helpful."

"It's my pleasure," Amy replied. "Have fun."

Michelle laughed and headed for the door with a bounce in her step and a sense of joy - and a touch of lust - humming through her body. She had every intention of having fun with her new toys. The only question was when she'd get a little alone time to have that fun.

---

Michelle stepped out of the bathroom feeling relaxed and happy after a long, hot shower. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of delicate lace panties that she intended on wearing for her dinner date with Eric later that night.

Michelle was about to step into the panties when she caught a glimpse of the flesh-colored dildo she'd bought and hidden away in her underwear drawer. She glanced at the clock and saw that Eric wasn't due home for another hour. Michelle hadn't yet used her new toy - she hadn't had enough time alone - so she pulled it out from under her panties, dropped her towel, and headed for the bed.

The dildo looked big as Michelle set it on the nightstand. She couldn't help but compare it to Eric and she was quite certain it was at least twice his thickness and a good four inches longer than him. It was a little intimidating, and yet Michelle couldn't ignore the pleasurable tingle she felt between her legs.

Lube would be necessary, though, so Michelle grabbed the little bottle of oil that Eric used on the rare occasions that they masturbated together. She hopped into the bed, took a deep breath, spread her legs, and reached between them to gently rub her clit.

Michelle breathed deeply to try and relax. She felt pleasure slowly spreading from her clit. She played with her breasts, pulling gently on her nipples and sending little waves of electric pleasure through her body as she did.

As she masturbated, Sergio popped into her head. At first, Michelle pushed him away and she tried to picture Eric, only with a much bigger cock. Her brain wasn't in the mood, though, and Sergio kept popping up. Michelle had seen more than a few shirtless pictures of him on Instagram - he was that kind of guy - and those images were now dancing through her head, only that version of Sergio was in the bedroom with her.

Michelle slipped a finger into her pussy and was surprised to feel such overwhelming wetness. She added a second and then a third finger. She moved them in and out, doing so with her eyes closed as images of a shirtless, well-hung Sergio continued to dance through her head.

It felt dangerous and a little foolish to let herself fantasize in that way, and yet that seemed to propel Michelle's desire, for there was something so hot about indulging in that sort of fantasy.

Once her lust reached a fever pitch, Michelle grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted some into her hand. She grabbed the toy from the nightstand and stroked it, coating it with the slippery oil so it would slide into her pussy with ease. A vision of lying next to Sergio and stroking his cock filled her head and Michelle found herself moaning as she dove deeper into the fantasy.

"Mmm, fuck me," she whispered as if Rylie's boyfriend was in the room.

Michelle rubbed the head of the lubed-up dildo over her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and arched her back as a moan escaped her lips. A gentle push guided the lifelike, cock-shaped toy inside her and a surge of pleasure worked its way through her body.

"Oh, wow," she said at the sudden and intense feeling of fullness.

Michelle pushed the toy halfway into her pussy before slowly pulling it out. She reached down to rub her clit and plunged it back inside, this time taking the full length.

It wasn't like the real thing. She couldn't feel the weight of a man on top of her. There was no emotional connection to the inanimate object penetrating her. But, despite the lack of the things that often made sex so good, the toy felt incredible inside her. She couldn't get over the pleasure of feeling so full, of the dildo being so deep inside her.

It helped that Michelle was actively engaged in fantasy as she fucked herself. Some part of her felt bad about it, but she couldn't stop picturing Sergio on top of her. She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Rylie had offered up her boyfriend, that she'd been utterly convinced that Sergio would be more than happy to fuck Michelle. Something about the potential of that, about being able to fantasize about something that could actually become reality made it so much hotter in the moment.

"Fuck me," Michelle said as she lost herself in the fantasy. "Fuck me, Sergio."

She imagined him on top of her. She imagined the big cock Rylie had described sliding in and out of her pussy. She imagined the dildo deep inside her being attached to a man, to a gorgeous, muscular man that possessed a certain expertise in fucking, at least based on Rylie's testimonials.

It all felt so real. So impossibly, perfectly real. Michelle's mind wandered off into fantasy and stayed there as she pumped her pussy with the big toy.

Before long Michelle was on the verge of an orgasm. An incredible, intense, overpowering orgasm. Her toes curled. Her fingers tingled. Her pussy dripped with desire and the sounds of penetration got wetter.

"Fuck!" she cried out a moment before arching her back as a climax ripped through her body. Michelle buried the toy inside her and felt her pussy pulsing around it like her body was trying to hold tight onto the object that had given her such intense pleasure.

The toy remained inside her as Michelle's chest heaved from the exertion of cumming so hard. A smile crept across her face as she felt a sense of relaxation slowly spread through her body.

Finally, she pulled the toy out and was surprised to see dollops of thick white cream on the tip and a few other spots along the shaft. Her pussy had never produced anything like that, but her pussy had never been fucked by something quite as big and it was possible she'd never cum quite as hard, either.

Michelle smiled at the novelty of it all, got out of bed, and washed her messy toy clean in the bathroom. Her legs felt pleasingly weak from the power of her orgasm and they compelled her back to the bed, though only after she'd safely tucked the dildo back under her panties where Eric would never look.

He wasn't ready for the appearance of a dildo far bigger than his cock. Not yet. And perhaps not ever. Maybe it would always remain her secret. After all, Amy had said that lots of women used the toys sold in her shop to pursue their fantasies. That certainly didn't mean those fantasies ever had to approach melding with reality.

It felt thrilling to consider pulling her fantasy into reality, though, and Michelle wondered if she'd truly be able to resist the pursuit of that intense form of pleasure.

---

Eric expected to fuck her. Michelle knew that. He might have even deserved to fuck her. He was a wonderful man and an exemplary fiancée. He was the kind of man most women would have been overjoyed to marry. Michelle certainly felt that way.

Unfortunately, she was, in that moment, after they'd returned home from their date, not entirely in the mood to fuck Eric. She knew why, too. She'd spent part of her afternoon fantasizing about another man's cock, about cumming on that cock. She'd fucked herself with a toy with far greater size than Eric's cock and she was worried that having sex with her fiancée would only lead to disappointment and that Eric would see that disappointment on her face.

There wasn't much time left to decide what she wanted to do. Two empty wine glasses rested on the coffee table. They'd been fooling around on the couch for the last five minutes. Eric's hand had already wandered under the delicate sweater Michelle had worn to dinner and his fingers were making their way up her thighs and would soon venture between her labia and deep into her wet pussy. His cock was hard as a rock, too, and Michelle could feel just a touch of wetness in his pants as the copious precum he was leaking seeped through.

Michelle unzipped Eric's pants and freed his cock. She rubbed her fingers over the slippery, precum-soaked head and he moaned into her mouth. She stroked him, doing so slowly and tightening her grip over the cock head before twisting her hand and letting her fingers move back down his shaft.

"Oh, fuck, Michelle, that feels so good," he said as he pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties aside.

"Don't," she whispered. "Just let me pleasure you."

He looked surprised, but Eric pulled his hand away and let it rest on her knee. She stroked him a little faster and that look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of pleasure.

"Your dick is so hard," she said softly. "Are you hard for me, Eric?"

"Yes. I'm hard for you, Michelle. You turn me on so much. You're so hot, so sexy. You look so good in that sweater and that skirt and those heels."

Michelle stroked him a little faster and smiled as Eric closed his eyes and moaned. She looked down to see that the head of his cock had swollen and turned a shade of purple, a surefire sign of his intense pleasure.

In that moment, Michelle marveled at the level of control she possessed. Her fiancée's cock - and his pleasure - was in her hand. She could do as she pleased with it. She could give him a quick orgasm. She could draw it out and stroke him for the next hour if she pleased. She could ride him. She could go down on him. She could offer him masturbation instructions and demand that he follow them to the word. She could do whatever she wanted, and for some reason in that moment the notion felt intensely arousing.

"Take your pants off," Michelle instructed. "Your underwear, too."

Eric did as he was told as she watched with a smile. He sat back down on the couch and she leaned in to kiss his neck while running her fingers up his thigh. He moaned the moment she took his cock in her hand once more.

"I love how hard you are for me," she whispered. "I love that I can make you feel so good, Eric. I love that you enjoy my touch so much."

She squeezed the head of his cock and his legs trembled as he groaned.

"I kind of feel like your cock is mine right now. Like it belongs to me," Michelle said softly.

Eric turned and looked at her with a wild kind of lust in his eyes. Michelle smiled, leaned closer, and kissed him. She stroked him furiously for a few seconds and then released his cock and took his balls in her hand. She caressed them and then took a firm grip and pulled, eliciting yet another moan from her fiancée.

"Does your cock belong to me?" she asked. The moment the words left her lips Michelle felt an intense wave of arousal wash over her body. It started between her legs, but it wasn't purely sexual. It moved through her, leaving a beautiful tingling sensation behind as she marveled at the power of just a few words and the concept they conveyed.

"Yes," Eric answered.

Michelle figured there was a good chance he was just playing along, that he'd recognized her arousal and figured there was little upside to denying her in that moment. It didn't really matter, though. She was riding high and she didn't really care about anything other than how good she felt.

"So much precum," Michelle said as she ran her index finger through the big, crystal clear drop of fluid at the tip of Eric's cock. She held it up and they both stared. "Would you like a taste?"

He shook his head.

"It's sweet, I promise. It's not like cum. It tastes good."

Michelle smiled at Eric's hesitation. It made the idea of getting him to taste his precum so much hotter.

"Taste it for me, baby," she said. "Taste your precum. Suck it off my finger."

She held her finger right in front of his lips and Eric leaned back a little, which only deepened Michelle's determination.

"Baby, you just told me that I own your cock," she whispered. "And since I own it tonight, I get to decide if you cum, and I've decided that you're not having an orgasm unless you taste your precum. Now open up for me. Open up so I can feed you this sweet little drop of your fluid."

Eric opened his mouth and Michelle placed her finger on his tongue. He seemed to be expecting the worst, but the moment he tasted the precum Eric closed his lips around her finger and sucked it clean.

"Mmm, it tastes good, doesn't it?" she asked softly.

He nodded and Michelle pulled her finger from his mouth and collected another drop from his turgid cock. This time, though, she didn't feed it to him. Instead, she slowly rubbed it over his lips, coating them with his sweet juices. Then, Michelle leaned in and kissed her fiancée. She felt the precum against her lips. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. She grasped his cock and continued teasing him with slow strokes, a nice firm grip on the head, and a twisting motion that made him moan every single time she did it.

"This is so fucking hot," he said as she kissed his neck. "This feels so good, Michelle."

It struck her as an admission that she'd led Eric to a place of unexpected arousal, a notion that proved enthralling to the kinkier side of Michelle that had awoken a few weeks ago, the side that fucked toys and fantasized about other men and spanked her boyfriend while they fucked and loved the idea of owning his cock.

"Are you close?" she asked.

"Yes."

Michelle stood, stripped off her panties, and straddled him. She moved her hips back and forth, teasing the head of his cock in the process and watching the pleasure move over his face.

Eric reached for her hips, but Michelle grabbed his wrists and swiftly pinned them above his head. "I decide if you get to be inside me," she said.

His eyes lit up and he moaned. She lowered her hips and the head of his cock slipped into her pussy.

"Does that feel good?" she asked. "Does my pussy feel good?"

"It feels fucking perfect," Eric answered.

Michelle sat down on him. She barely felt him inside her. She was just too wet. She wasn't going to share that with Eric, though. She didn't really care, either. In that moment, she was getting off on the control.

"Don't cum," she said.

Michelle rode him. She bounced up and down on his cock and watched his face for signs that he was on the verge of an orgasm. She wanted him to get close, to reach that place of bliss. She didn't want him to cum, though.

"Don't you dare cum," she said.

Every time she dropped her pussy down onto his cock there was a little explosion of pleasure between her legs as her clit slammed into his pelvis. It was enough to slowly lure her closer to an orgasm.

"I'm close," Eric said.

She rode him faster and harder. She was, in that moment, fucking him. His cock was inside her, but Michelle was in complete control. She still had his wrists pinned to the back of the couch and her fingers were digging into his flesh. She was watching his face intently to ensure he didn't actually get to cum, for the idea of denying him the true pleasure of her pussy was intoxicating.

"Don't you fucking cum," she demanded. "Remember, I own your cock tonight. I decide if you get to cum. You don't get to make that decision. Your cock doesn't belong to you anymore."

He was struggling with his arousal, struggling not to cum. Michelle was on the verge of an orgasm, but Eric was going to get there too, and she didn't want that.

She lifted her pussy from his cock, stood on the couch, and grabbed his head. She pulled his mouth between her legs and began to grind her hips. His tongue found her clit as Michelle fucked her fiancée's face. She did so with wanton desire while using her knees to pin his arms to the couch to prevent him from masturbating.

"I'm cumming!" she said in a short, clipped voice as the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to speak with any sort of clarity. She leaned forward and in the process smothered Eric's face with her pussy while her knees buckled. A wave of lightheadedness washed over Michelle as the last tremors of orgasmic pleasure moved through her body.

She stood, stepped off the couch, and smiled at the slippery juices that covered his face. He looked dazed and his cock continued to throb with desire.

"Please, can I cum?" he asked.

The fact that he asked thrilled her. The fact that he seemed so desperate thrilled her. Even after her orgasm it was intoxicatingly pleasurable.

She was tempted to deny him, but Eric had been so good and he deserved an orgasm. Plus, Michelle felt a little guilty for having fantasized about someone else while fucking her toy that afternoon.

"Yes, you can cum," she said while dropping to her knees in front of him. "In fact, you can cum in my mouth."

Michelle leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She swallowed the full length of Eric's decidedly average cock and used her fingers to tease his balls. She gave a blowjob designed to make him cum and in less than a minute Eric filled the living room with wild, wondrous moans of pleasure as he spilled a big load onto her tongue.

Michelle kept her lips sealed around his cock until he'd expelled every drop of semen and then sat back and swallowed as she held his gaze.

"You're amazing," he said with a smile. "That was...that was amazing and you're amazing. Fuck. Just...fucking wow."

She returned his smile, leaned forward, and kissed the tip of his cock before putting her panties back on and heading to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine they'd just opened. She wanted to savor the feelings coursing through her body and another glass of wine and a little snuggling with her fiancée was the best way she could think of to do that.

It was hard to tell for certain, but it seemed that Eric wasn't averse to exploring new sexual grounds with Michelle, which was the happiest news of all, for she'd become increasingly certain that she couldn't just let her desires go. She needed to pursue them. She needed to explore new things and she wanted to do that with Eric. She wanted to explore all of it, to go far and wide and discover what new pleasures awaited when she did.

Thankfully, it seemed entirely possible she could bring him along on her journey and that was something worth celebrating.