Discovering a Dominant Nature

This is one example of how I began to realize that my Dominant side was not simply the “norm”. And not only that, but it was powerfully intoxicating for submissives.

I met this mother of 3 through a dating app. We talked for a little causally and both discussed what we were looking for. Our interests did not align. She wanted more than what I was willing to give but despite my warning, we consistently found ourselves having increasingly sexual conversations late at night.

Since college, I created a few rules that have been able to help determine a woman’s intensions. I state to them that I am a man of a few rules. As I’ve come to learn, this becomes a trigger of sorts for submissives. One rule I have is that conversations after 11pm will become sexual in nature and thus 11:00pm is the “booty call witching hour”. This particular woman, like most brats, thought herself the exception and would proceed to ignore texts during the day in exchange for starting conversations after 10:30pm. This lasted twice before I called her bluff.

“You do realize that you’re hitting me up late at night. That means you’re trying to fuck.”

“Haha! You wish. I’m just busy, I can’t just text you back when you text me all the time.”

“So you conveniently text me while you’re relaxed, in bed, lonely, and likely wearing something you feel good in?”

“And maybe had a glass of wine.”

“Smh… That’s a recipe for you making bad decisions then.”

“Whatever, you’re just horny…”

This conversation continued letting me know that in fact, she was lonely, horny and used our conversations as stimulation atleast on a mental level. The seed had been planted.

The next day, I changed my tact. She contacted me late again and I told her, directly, “It’s clear what you want. Come and get it.” This threw her off at first, but her curiosity got the better of her. I told her that I wasn’t for the long conversation tonight but would entertain her if she’d like to come over instead. We lived close enough to each other that it would only take a couple mins. This put her in quitea position. Leave her family (single parent though living with a relative) in the middle of the night to meet a stranger at his apartment for the first time to obviously and eventually get fucked.

Despite her numerous attempts to persuade herself otherwise, she prepared herself for this encounter. On my end, I wasn’t sure she’d actually comply until I saw her drive by looking for parking. The only prep I had given her was that coming to my apartment was a signal that she was ready to take that step towards things being physical. I watched as she collected her thoughts in the car. A devilish smile crept across my face. I texted her that when she walked up to the door, it would be open and to lock it behind her. As she stepped into my living room, she’d find a pillow on the ground in front of the couch. She was to take off any jacket or extra layers and purse and then kneel on the pillow and await my instruction. I wasn’t sure what to actually expect, if I’m honest, but hearing the doorknob turn signaled that things were about to get interesting.

In short, she was as attractive as her pictures let on. About 5′-6″, good curves and thickness but not overweight. I could tell she did workout, maybe not as much as she’d like. She gave a quizzical and skeptical look as she walked in, glancing at the pillow before looking at me casually leaning back on the couch. “You’re funny…” she smirks as she takes her jacket off. I remain silent, studying her movements and watching her inner battle. She has a little nervousness about her, her hands shake just a bit. It’s understandable, you’re in a strange man’s domain for the first time.