Fighting For Dominance

Prologue

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It's Saturday night and here I am standing on a corner, waiting patiently to spot a Femdom. Although I am strong and independent man, and a respected well-paid teacher, I am enjoying being a submissive. So far I had contracts with two different Dommes and I have done public or private scenes in BDSM clubs with more than five other women. All I can say is that it's is a blast! Having a female controlling me and leave me hanging and begging is a nice change from these desperate and crazy chicks that are surrounding me every day. Colleagues, friends, even students are making a pass on me, almost begging me to control them.

Recently, my best friend Stephan, who also enjoys BDSM, has introduced me to his favourite club. And here I am tonight wearing a wristband writing 'guest' and waiting for an available Domme for the past half an hour, while he is having fun with his own submissive. Thanks a lot bro! It's not that I am being unnoticed, but women here either have already someone or they are looking for a Dom. I've tried to be a Dom before. Well it was good okay, but not as good as being a submissive. I dunno why though. Maybe I'm just fed up with having control. I'm starting to getting bored though...maybe it's is because it's a busy night. I'm thinking to leave. Stephan will curse me, I know, but I'm not going to stay here waiting for an available woman. I'll try another club. I drink the rest of my whiskey with one sip and I'm ready to leave, when I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. I feel my body paralyse before I even have the chance to turn. Is it the anticipation? As I am remaining frozen in my position, I feel warm lips on my ear.

“Are you a Dom or a Sub?” I hear a smooth and sexy female voice. I eagerly turn around to face the source and my mouth drops open. Jesus Christ, she is gorgeous! Silky curly black hair are falling on her shoulders and over her large breasts, a perfectly curvy, but yet slim body and of course penetrating blue eyes. She is wearing a very revealing red corset top and sexy black tight shorts with her high heeled over-the-knee black boots. I look at her stunned. Please let her be a Domme! Please let her be a Domme! I doubt that. She'll probably be another submissive. Her face seems sweet and innocent, even with a lustful and suggestive expression.

“Uh...um sorry...but I am not a Dom.” I mumble bemused. I don't know why I said that. Maybe because I would be really disappointed if she is a Sub. I hear her giggle raising her eyebrow.

“And why is that bad?” she smirked.

“I...uh...just thought that you where...uh...” I may be a submissive, but I've never stuttered in front of a woman. Until now.

“A submissive?” she snaps, narrowing her eyes. God, no, she is angry! I can clearly see the irritation in her features. “Do I look like a sub?” I lower my head to show her my submission. I want to see if she is really a Dom or a Sub. Oh, I so wish she is the former!

“No, ma'am. I'm sorry.” I slowly say with a hoarsely voice. I shouldn't lie. Why couldn't I be honest this time? Maybe because I'm desperate to submit to her. I see her feet approaching me but I don't move. Her soft hand cups my chin and lifts it, so I can see her pretty eyes. Her plump lips are almost touching mine as my breath quickens. In my relief, her face looks calm now.

“So, you're a sub?” she asks me softly, but seductively at the same time. I nod in agreement. I don't have the ability to talk at this moment. I am numb. She licks her red lips and then slightly bites them hungrily. Suggestively. Oh, my! She is a Domme! This doesn't happening...Calm down, Ryan. Calm down. “Awesome...” she whispers on my lips, touching them, but not kissing them. Then, she removes herself from me, retrieving her large grin. “So, do you want to have some fun with me?” Hell yes!

“Yes” I whisper, still unable to believe my luck.

“Follow me then.” I comply more excited than ever, following her to one of the rooms. During our walking, I had the perfect chance to admire her round ass. Shit!