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habits can be replaced with better ones, if desired. And if I have my way, new habits will be in your future."

"I hate change, but I know, this will be for the better, no matter how uncomfortable it gets."

"Good girl, now I have to go. Don't work too hard."

"OK, goodnight."

I hung up from Kimmie and slipped into bed. She worked the 4p - 1a shift at the local helpline providing support to people who were in crises. Indeed, a big hearted woman. And we lived in different cities, I was 1 hour ahead. I fell asleep and slept a dreamless night...

As seems to be occurring every night now, I fell asleep with her on my mind. And woke up with her again slinking across the screen that played her images whenever I looked. I was torn between my desire to provide safe assistance to this young lady or to let my wolf out to ravage her in the most passionate way possible.

My mind started rapidly flipping through the things I wanted to do to her, no, will do to her. Like tying her to a beam in the ceiling, then taking a very sharp knife and cutting off her clothes, like picking up my crop and using it to mark her tiny little rump, or watching her plump up, signaling her arousal and slipping some fingers inside. Right then, I decided, as g-rated as I intentionally kept our first meeting, next time, I wasn't going to be so innocent. I must have her; the wolf won.

Chapter 1

"Hi..."

"Hi :)"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just lazing around, it's my day off."

"I know, you told me last week. Do you have any for plans today."

"No Sir."

"Excellent."

"Why excellent?"

"Because I want you to unlock your door, step back in the room, then face away from the door and wait."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I asked."

The pause was pregnant, before she responded back. "I did as you asked Sir."

"Good girl."

This whole time, I was standing outside her door. The next step actually was a bit unnerving for me, it was the point of no return... transition from being a benevolent Dom to just being a Dom, taking her as I know she wanted. She had telegraphed her desire in her own way, so many times over the few days we met, from looking at me demurely with those puppy-dog eyes, to reaching over to touch me on my arms, from laying close and reaching out...

Or was that my own need being projected onto her?

Oh stop it!! I told myself. Quit being skittish. Certainly it isn't the mark of a Dom who exercises firm control at all times.
Of course, I knew better. Most Doms, the better ones anyway, know the truth about their own inner dialogue and acknowledge its penchant to review the options and weigh the pros and cons of each decision made, is it for me, for my sub or for some other unconscious driver?

Like I'm doing now, should I be her protector, or should I take her; the latter also offering to protect her but from a very different place. It is from this place that I can truly mold her, shape her, reframe her mindset. For me to be truly satisfied in my ownership of her, should this come to pass one day, she needs to be powerful in her own right; she needs to recognize that inner fire that is her beauty and that no one can ever take away from her. I recognize that it has been dimmed, but I wonder too, how brightly fiery it can shine if permitted to do so? That is where the juice comes from. At least for me. When I own a sub, they must rise to the greatest potential that resides within them. Then to own them, that's just plain sublime.

Chapter 2

She heard the knob turn and the door clicked open as I walked in. I hadn't said anything and though it should be obvious that it was me whose footfalls were gracing her carpet, she couldn't know for sure with her facing away. I could see her back stiffen at the intrusion and just the same, she did not move.

Excellent, I thought. I entered all the way and shut the door, locked it and put on the security chain. Here place was a studio, very cute and quaint, with lots of little stuffed animals all around. She truly was a feminine woman and girl all at once. I could feel my own hunger growing...

I took off my shoes and socks, lest I soil the white carpet that now caressed my bare toes. I walked toward her, reached out and grabbed both shoulders in my hands, now hot with anticipation; she felt the heat of my grasp and began to shake.

I rotated her around, so she was facing me now. She looked up at me, the way she always did, her 5' 4" height standing tall against mine at 5' 8." She said not a word; she knew the rules without asking: no speaking unless spoken to.

"Good girl," I chimed.

Here hands were at her side, her nipples are obviously hard and taut, against the thin cotton space gray hoody that was her normal attire when in for the eve.

I reached out and grabbed the zipper, never once taking my eyes off of hers; locked in a deep stare, with just blinks peppering momentary breaks in the connection sparked. She didn't move, but her quick intake and the upturn of her eyebrow, almost asking me not to 'embarrass' her, that is how she thought, she wasn't sure of herself and felt shame, that I might see some blemish, scar or mark that would demean her for me.

Nothing could be further from the truth. I saw her for exactly as she was, a beautiful, but frail lass, broken, yet fixable, demoralized, yet peppery if given the chance. Tonight was going her chance to break with the past, to curtail the pattern she had so long wrought, day in and day out, one that did not support her best attributes. Tonight that was going to change, to shatter once and for all.

I started pulling down her zipper. She bravely fought the urge to reach up and stop me. Yet at the same time, she was getting excited, I could smell her, smell her excitement.

I smiled and telegraphed, without saying, the twinkling in my eyes, letting her know of my approval. My own pearly whites gleaming broadly.

"Nervous?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You needn't be."

She breathed in and let out a deep long sigh. My hand continued to unzip her hoody, until the two sides separated and the swells of her breast graced my view. Now it was my turn to sigh at the beautiful sight before me... I so much wanted to reach in and grab those very tight nipples, still encased beneath the folds of the cotton draped.

I stepped back and looked.

I said nothing but smiled while I took all of her in.

I stepped back in and grabbed the tiny baby girl shorts she had been wearing under... slipped my hands between its cool cotton and her hot skin... slowly I pushed the fabric over the swell of her hips, until they passed the curve of her thighs and fell the rest of the way to puddle at her feet. Now only a white panty separated my eyes from what it has been longing to see for so long. I just stood there and stared, pleased.

Kimmie fretted and tried to calm her nerves by first putting her weight on one foot and then the other. She didn't move her hands, though clearly, from my vantage point, she wanted to do something. But she knew better than to redirect her energies in contrary to my intent.

Yet with all the turmoil that was being stirred within her now near naked body, except for the open hoody and cotton panty gracing her with modesty, she was resolute in her stature, standing there and letting me enjoy my admiration of her form.

Even if she didn't see it or believe it, she was breathtaking. Kimmie was beautiful.

As I took in her form, her beauty and her radiance, I noticed she was keeping her eyes downcast, almost as though she were embarrassed to be seen and the act of not looking at me, would somehow let her mask herself from me.

Chapter 3

"Look at me," I whispered.

"I can't," she replied, "I'm embarrassed."

"LOOK at me," I stated, more firmly, this time with a bit of a hiss.

"Kimmie did, blinking rapidly and trying to look away, but knowing if she did, I would be displeased. So she held my eyes, as I did hers.

And the funny thing, the more I took control, this being the first time I have asserted myself with her and not knowing what to expect, the more she obeyed me and the more I sensed her arousal. It was in the air, her hungry scent becoming more apparent, her nipples turning from gentle, soft buttons, to hard, taut pinpoints, as Asian nips are apt to do...

And then I noticed the puffiness of her nether lips, under the cotton panty she was wearing, her camel toe very apparent. And she noticed me, noticing them. She started to pull her hands from her sides to cross in front of her.

I looked at her. She looked at me and it was clear from my deepening frown that such an action would not be to my liking. She stopped.

"Good girl," I declared, and smiled.

I walked in close, so close the heat of our bodies were bouncing off of each other, and swirling about us, engulfing us, firing up our desire. The electricity was starting to crackle.

I just stood there, not moving, before pushing the palm of my hand against her puffy mound. She stiffened momentarily and then relaxed as I added pressure and felt the dampness of her pussy radiating its moisture into my hand...

I could feel my cock harden, feeling her heat and her arousal, I could feel my desire rising, my want, no, my need to take her and make her mine. Forcefully and absolutely.

I pulled my hand away a slight bit, but left my finger tips behind to lightly drag as I pulled my hand upward, until I reached the edge of her panty and reversed course, this time with my fingers on the inside, slipping lower and lower, until my fingers found her crease, all soaking wet. She started to close her eyes as my fingers slipped deeper inside her crevasse.

"Look at me," I admonished. And she snapped her eyes open and looked directly at me, as my finger continued to push its way, until it could go no further; my tip starting to curl as I pulled it back out.

She breathed in deeply and with each stroke of my finger in and out and then around her hard clit, before slipping back inside, my tempo hitting a steady rhythm and her intake and outflow of breath keeping tempo with my strokes...

"You like that, don't you," I queried.

She looked at me for long while, blinking her eyes, wanting to say something, but too shy to say something...

I arched my eyebrow and tipped my head slightly in that quizzical way we are wont to do when we don't get a response...

"Yes," she said just beneath my ability to hear her.

I arched my eyebrow again.

"Yes," she said more firmly this time.

"Good, I'm glad."

I pulled my hand out from her now soaking wet panties and stood back, I could see the big gooey damp spot soiling the front and it pleased me greatly to see her this way.

"Take off your panties," I instructed, knowing that removing this last modicum of modesty that was 'protecting' her chastity was going to be the hardest and longest walk for her.

She looked at me, imploring me with her puppy-dog eyes, not to make her take them off, as if they were the only thing that kept her from running away and hiding.

"Take.Them.Off.NOW."

She brought her hands to her hips and slipped her fingers under the elastic to push them down over her hips, with the last wisp of cotton sticking in her crease, as if to try to hang on to her modesty for as long as possible. At last they fell to the floor.

I just stood there and admired her form, her small b-cup breasts, her svelte waiste, her jet black straight Asian hair that fell just about to her breast, her beautifully slanted eyes, her skin a golden hue, warm with a red tint imbued upon her countenance; indeed she was beautiful...

Her hairless pussy and puffy lips, with her juice now starting to drip down her leg, her arms at her sides and her legs trembling just a bit...

I sat down in the beanbag chair that provided the only seat in her small, cozy studio. I sat and I stared. A good 15 minutes the silence hung in the air, with only the sounds of our respective breathing providing a background patina.

"Turn around slowly, let me see all of you." She did.

And when she faced away from me, I declared, "bend over and grab your ass cheeks and spread them." She did. Her puffy wet cunt and rosebud were enticingly present. I sighed in delight.

I stood up... walked over... and slipped my thumb inside her wet slit and started to fuck her as she stood there holding her ass. She was trying hard not to tip over, with each time I jammed my thumb deep inside her cunt. She was panting and whimpering now. Her arousal was increasing.

"Please... Sir...," she said between her rapid breathing, I'm... going to... cum... if... you... keep this... up. Can... I... cum... Sir?

"No, you cannot, sweetheart." I said softly, full, well knowing that my continuing onslaught of her overheated pussy, would make it very difficult for her not to, if I didn't stop.

I could see her trying desperately trying not to cum, her fingers on her ass were now white from the extra pressure and tension she was trying to impart, to distract her from the rising tide of orgasm that will soon overcome her ability to stay true to my order.

"Sir, um... Sir... I... don't... think I can... hold... back... much... longer... can I cum... Sirrrr..."

"No," was all I said, and kept fucking that tight little, soaking wet slit.

It was obvious it would only be a matter of seconds before she would lose it, no matter how much she tried to hold back. I waited and just when I thought it would be too much, I stopped and pulled my thumb out...

I wondered if it was relief or disappointment that I saw gracing her form...

Kimmie's breathing at first was ragged, forced and deep as she willed herself back from the precipice of an orgasm washing over her... then it started to slow down and she started to relax the tension in her back, in part from trying not to orgasm and in part for the time she had been holding this position.

"Straighten up and face me, pet."

She turned around to face me... her breathing now back to normal, her cunt lips red and puffy from the abuse it just endured. Her eyes locked with mine.
"Disrobe me, pet." I ordered.

Her eyes widened, both in fear and in supplication, as she walked over to me and began to undress me, first by slipping off my sportcoat. Then unbuttoning my light blue business shirt, pulling up my white v-necked cotton T, then pulling at the black belt that was holding up my black trousers...

I was now down to my white, jock skivvies, my cock was hard and tenting... and I could tell Kimmie's fascination with what was on the other side of the cotton barrier.

"Well," I asked?

She reached down and pulled my briefs off, my cock sprang to attention and she kept staring at its large purple bulbous head; I was thick and long... and drippy. She was drinking in the sight, almost as if in a trance. She bit her lip involuntarily.

"On your knees, pet."

Down she went. I walked in front of her, my swollen cock staring at her, staring at it. She looked up at me, then back at my cock, she was waiting for my instructions as to what to do next. I could see her licking her chops.

"Suck." And she did....

I grabbed her dark black hair and fisted it... as I took control of her mouth jacking my cock and forced my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she started to gag, her hands pressing on my thighs, torn between trying to preserve her ability to breathe and her desire to please me by letting me jam my cock down her throat. She started to tear up as her gagging increased in tempo and pressure. I continued to press my cock deeper, not giving her one iota of surcease.

I let her go. She backed off and took in big racking gulps of air, trying to get a sense of normalcy back into her breathing...

Then I forced my cock back into her mouth and fucked it hard, my hand back in her hair...

Faster and faster I pumped my cock, she grabbed my balls and started to milk them as I fucked her mouth. I was getting close now... closer... closer...

"I'm going to cum... OH... FUCK... YES... take my seed, you bitch!!...

I shot my full load into her mouth, not knowing and not caring, whether or not, she liked the taste of cum.

As I started to calm down from my incessant desire to fuck Kimmie's mouth, and after I offloaded my cum and my cock started to soften, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. I saw that she had my full load still in her mouth.

"Swallow it, bitch." She did.

"Good girl."

"Get on the bed." She did

And as she laid down, I laid next to her and opened my arms for her to nestle her body into mine, her head cradled in the nook of my shoulder and her legs sandwiching one of mine, as I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

"Look at me," I whispered.

She turned her head upward, until her eyes met mine. "You do realize that you now belong to me?"

She nodded.

"From now on, I am your Dominant over all others, you do realize that, right?"

"Yes."

"And truth be told, you've been mine for awhile now, something you've secretly craved, even thought it petrified you all the same."

"Yes, Sir, this is true."

"Good girl, I'm glad you are willing to admit the truth, no matter how scary."

I pulled the blanket up and over us...

"Go to sleep, my little one. You'll need your energy for what I have in mind later tonight."

I felt her grab a hold of me and squeezed herself tighter into me. It wasn't long before her breathing signaled, that she was fast asleep, safe and sound, within my arms.

It wasn't much longer, before sleep overtook my form as well.

Chapter 4

To be continued (if desired, let me know)...

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