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And you should.

(also turn off “Best Stuff First” if you’re sensible)

Her curves had just snuggled up against him, her body seemingly wrapping around him and leaving him in enveloped by her warm, sensual softness. Moments earlier she had gracefully lifted herself off of him, but not until her tight, silky sex had milked every drop of pleasure from the man trembling beneath her.

She smiled softly at his compliment, her head resting on his shoulder, her hand gently stroking his chest, causing his body to quiver beneath her touch.

“I have magical powers,” she purred with a soft laugh. “Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“I absolutely would believe that.”

It was true. This woman was unlike any he had ever known before. Her ability, and more importantly her willingness and desire, to pleasure him was unimaginable to him.

Moments passed and she asked, “Do I make you happy?”

Without hesitation he replied, “You have no idea, absolutely.”

“Mmm, and do I make you feel good?”

He let out a little whimper of disbelief that she could even ask that question. “Baby, you make me feel like no one else ever has. You are amazing… beyond amazing.”

Purring contentedly she continued, “Good, then I’m going to ask you something. I know it’s going to sound crazy, but it’s important to me. Really important, ok?”

Now she had his complete and full attention. “Of course, what is it?”

He felt her hand trail down his body. Slowly. He drew in an intake of breath as silky fingertips found his cock and fluttered lightly along it. A moment later, they gently encircled him, capturing him in their gentle grip.

In a soft voice she purred, “I want this to be mine now. Your cock. I want it. I want to be the only one who makes it cum. The only one who gives it pleasure. The only one who is allowed to touch it. Including you.”

Her words left his mind scrambled and confused. “I… I’m not sure I understand. What do you mean?”, his voice conveying his confusion at this turn of events.

Already her fingers were once again gently pleasuring him, caressing, teasing, coaxing him back toward hardness.

After leaving a lingering kiss on his neck she murmured, “I get that. I mean, I don’t want you to ever have to look anywhere else for pleasure. I want to be the only one. I don’t want you to ever make yourself cum again. I don’t want you to even touch yourself anymore. I want to be the only one. I want you to give your cock to me. I want to be the only one who can touch it. I want it to be mine so that I’m the one in control of it, the one who decides what happens to it.”

“My god,” he whispered beneath his breath.

Fingertips swirled and teased around he head, her voice whispering in his ear. “I know honey, it’s a lot to ask. I know that. But, it’s important to me. It’s what I want. Do this for me, baby. Please?”

He was floating in pleasure once more, unable to deny this woman anything she asked of him. Breathing heavily he agreed, “Ok. I…. I’ll do it.”

Her eyes lit up with delight. Kissing his ear she purred, “Mmm, thank you. Then say it. Let me hear you. Say, “My cock is now yours. It belongs to you.”

“Oh my god,” he said in disbelief, but then added, “My cock is now yours. It belongs to you.”

Her knowing fingers teased him closer to the edge, causing that familiar sensation in his balls of an orgasm beginning to build. “Tell me that you’ll never touch it again, no matter how badly you might want to. That if it needs attention, you’ll come to me. Promise me.”

“Oh god,” he whimpered. “I understand. I won’t touch it again. I’ll come to you. I promise.”

“Mmm,” she purred in delight, her hand drawing back from his cock, leaving his needy erection quivering and unfulfilled. “Thank you, baby. I know this seems like a lot for you right now, but it’s going to be perfect. You’ll see.”

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Now three days later, it has become too much for him. The pressure has been mounting, his desire for this woman building.

Although she has been as affectionate with him as always, treating him to soft, sensual kisses, pressing her soft curves against him there has been no sex. Not even so much as the slightest bit of contact with his cock. It was wearing on him. He was starting to break, even contemplating breaking his promise.

Realizing he didn’t want to disappoint her or worse yet, break his vow to her he was left with no choice. He had to go to her.

Seeing her sitting on the sofa he approached her. Nervously. Awkwardly. Even shyly. Standing before her, he brought himself to say the words, “Please? Please touch it?”

Although she was able to keep the expression on her face from revealing her reaction, she immediately felt a feverish wave of lust, arousal and power rush through her. As her hands went to his hips, tugging down his shorts her eyes gazed upward, the image of this man submissively lowering his head and his gaze seared in to her memory forever.

When his cock becomes visible she can see that it’s already aroused, although she knows that soon she will have it steely hard, pulsing and dripping with need for her. Still not touching it, she traces her fingertips along his hips, his thighs, touching him everywhere but where he longs for it most.

“It’s ok, baby, relax,” she assures him. “This is perfect. This is exactly what I want. Thank you.”

Her fingertips crept closer, maddeningly close, yet always drew back before making contact with his neglected cock. His knees nearly buckled and an involuntary whimper of need escaped him.

Looking up at him she purred, “Oh honey, does it want to be touched?…. hmm? Tell me more baby. Tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you want me to touch my cock…..”

Stolen from the Electronic Frontier Foundation:

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So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Krysten was unlike any woman you had ever met. She was funny as hell and she radiated confidence and strength and to say you were instantly attracted to her was an understatement.

It was no secret to you that you were attracted to a strong, independent woman. It was also no secret that you had a strong desire to be with a sexually dominant woman.