The Proposition

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The Proposition | What would be my crazy heart and sexual desire? What would make the experience incredibly memorable? What if I had the opportunity to make an evening all about me…as conservative or as crazy as I wished?

Every woman longs for a Man to give her such an incredible gift, but does S/she actually know how to answer? On the tip of her tongue waiting for the moment when someone finally is willing to grant her wish?

I’d like to say I knew, but I didn’t.  I reached for an answer and instead of words or a vision, my mind met snowy static. (Dating myself…do TV channels ever show static nowadays? LOL) I searched my mind, my heart, my pussy, my soul….what did I fucking crave more than anything?  I had to let go of all the roles I currently own and dig deep, but finally a vision began to form...

I craved the gentleman Beast who would cruelly seduce my pleasure with the deliberate finesse of a chess player. He’d seize control from the beginning. The foreplay would begin days before we actually met. Little messages—of the wicked things He craved to do to me—would batter my mind and tempt the whore trapped deep inside me to the surface.

… His promise to tease my body until my pussy wept, my thighs were drenched, and I willingly humbled myself to beg and crawl for His dick.

…How I’d willingly spread my legs as He slipped a crop in and out of my cunt with slow torment.

…How His fingers would slowly learn the secrets my pussy had never told anyone.

…A image of His hard dick in His hands with simply the word “Waiting” as a caption.

We’d meet somewhere a bit upscale, a cigar bar, where others might watch the sexual energy and tension dance between us. My barely classy sexy dress wouldn’t brand me a slut but definitely left a Man in need of a drink to quench his sudden thirst. His business suit and button down shift would leave my fingers itching to strip from His body.

There would be no pleasantries or mention of the chaos and challenges our real lives demanded. For a night, neither of us would exist in our reality. Our only Truth would be the erotic mental, emotional, physical fire we deliberately stoked to a fever pitch between us. Instead of greeting me with a “How are you?” He’d meet me with raw desire in His eyes and a slow deliberate touch of our lips before a tiny nip left a sting and a warning of the pain I’d soon face. A whisper to my ear as He took my coat wouldn’t ask how my day was, but would tell me how fuckable He found me.

When we were tucked away on a Leather couch, He’d seize complete control...

…Tell me two options you’d prefer to drink and/or eat, and I’ll choose for us.

…The moment you stood in front of me, you gave up control. We’ve negotiated the boundaries of this evening, now only our safewords of “Red” and “Yellow” allow you any say in how this evening progresses. Do you understand?

…”Reach into my jacket pocket and take out my cigar. Unwrap it slowly in your lap and carefully stroke it like it was my dick. I want every man glancing in this direction to suspect the whore you hide.” He flushing my skin, I do as He says as warmth floods my womb. “Very good…such a good obedient bitch you can be. Don’t stop. I like to watch you suffer for me.”

…His strong hand would creep to the back of my neck and subtly squeeze that instinctual primal spot my animal fully recognized. “You’ll ask permission for everything and anything this evening. Understood?”

…He’d let me taste His scotch from his fingertip.

…He’d feed me bites of food when it suited Him.

…He’s squeeze my thigh. He’d brush across a nipple. He’d hold my hand against His hard dick.

…He’d whisper about the decadent perverted acts He’d make me do later that evening.

Every word, every touch, every instruction would be about the taunting of our sexual tension, the sin we’d share that evening…and my ultimate complete surrender.

After the drink and cigar, we’d leave to be alone. The lock of the door would begin the final round of destroying my will, my independence, my pride. He wouldn’t whisper instructions. His voice would carry easily to my ears because He’d own every word the Beast in Him craved to say. He’d relish this moment between us because no where else could He find a place to feed His darkest desires.

He’d make me lay out all of the tools slowly within easy reach as He reclined on the bed and ordered me to align them in His specific order.  Once everything was laid out to His specification, He'd demand I dance as He slowly stripped my clothes from my body while He remained fully dressed. His hands would touch, slap, squeeze as He desired.

The sweet Pain He’d lash across my ass, my back, my thighs, my breasts to force the world and my responsibilities from my mind and body so that the only thing that remained was Him.  He’d deny me the privilege to orgasm and force the sexual wave to build higher than any man had dared.  With His belt, a flogger, a crop, every tool at His fingertips...He’d claim me as His property…His fat amazing ass. His juicy hungry cunt. His begging tits. His whore…slut…bitch…His…His…His…

"Kneel on the floor."  He’d take a break to sit in a chair and look at me. “Good girl…now crawl across the room to me…unlace and remove my shoes.” His hands would sink into my hair and tighten before brushing kindly. The gentle touch would leave me unsteady…touching a part of my soul no one care for. “Now my socks.” He’d stroke my back, my cheeks. “I like when you serve Me. Unbutton my shirt and my cuffs. You serve well…like a treasured slave.  Unzip my pants and pull out my dick.” Take a picture…your hand on my chest. I want you to remember this moment. Then a kiss…sweet…adoring…a moment that reminds me of all that I long for.

His hand grips my jaw…”I own you. Say it.”….”Now get on the bed so I can use you how I please.”

“Spread your legs. I want to look at my cunt.” There would be no place for me to hide. His fingers would spread my pussy lips…tug at them. A single finger would slide inside my hot wet hole. “See how nasty you are? What a fucking whore? My beautiful wicked whore…go ahead…squeeze my finger with your sloppy cunt. Show me what a good bitch you are.” His finger would slide in and out causing to groan. “Good, I like you on edge. Now two….good…now three. Your cunt is sucking at my fingers begging.” His laugh would rape my soul. A thumb would flick across my clit. “I’ve always wanted to play with a woman like this…like a toy. Are you my toy, bitch?” The fingers inside me would curl against my wall and start tapping…I’d arch my back whimpering at the pleasure stripping away the last remaining reigns of my control and sanity. I want to lose myself in the pleasure and cruelty of the Beast who longs to tame me to His hand. “Come. Come. I want to feel your juice in my fucking hand.”

“Now watch…”His now wet hand wraps around His dick covering his dark hard flesh with my cum before He moves to the head of the bed and straddles my face…”lick it off.” His groans of pleasure feed my still rising desire…

“Please…please fuck me…” I beg.

“Fuck you…beg some more…” Again and again…until finally…”Get on the edge of the bed so I can fuck my pussy hard and nasty like I like.” Except He teases me with only the head of His dick. “Beg some more, bitch. Beg for My Dick.”

~sigh~ Everything in me laid bare. For Him. I have no more pride…only surrender to the madness He’s summoned from the depths of my being.   Then He took...what was His.  How He wanted as I came and came and came in shameless puddles.


~sigh~  The vision fades, but the Truth remains.  I need to feel the full weight of a Man's dark sinful Dominance, Desire, and Need for me. I don’t want to be the easy momentary rollercoaster ride. Any woman with a fat ass can satisfy that cheap thrill. I long to be that One woman His soul craves to conquer and where the Beast of the Gentleman can feast His on my hard won surrender.

I want to be fucking OWNED for a night—not out of agreement or negotiations—but because a Lion meticulously stripped away every one of my self-defense mechanisms and claimed my whorish soul for His own greedy dark desires.

~DominaKat (aka v12 aka Greedy Hungry Bitch aka Lioness)