Marc2b
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How Dominant am I?
Once I was cruising down a back road at about 85 miles per hour when I noticed a Sheriffs car behind me, flashing its’ lights. Normally I would just flip ‘em the bird, put the pedal of my Porsche to the metal and leave porky to eat my dust but I noticed that this deputy was female and appeared to be quite young and cute. So I pulled over and waited for her to approach.
I was right (as I always am), she couldn’t have been more than twenty-two, had a slim but still curvy figure that filled out her uniform quite well. “Sir, do you know why I pulled you o…”
Maybe it was my ruggedly handsome face that made her catch her breath. It could have been my long wavy locks of blond hair or perhaps my bulging biceps or my piercing blue eyes. No doubt it was a combination of all. She stepped back as I opened the door and got out. She looked in awe upon my six foot, four inch, superbly chiseled, frame. “I’m terribly sorry for having disturbed you, Sir, I…” To deliver the final coup I ripped open my silk shirt – ivory buttons flying everywhere – to reveal my perfect six pack.
“Yes you have,” I said in my deep masculine voice that never fails to make women cream their panties, “and just what do you think we should do about that?”
“I… uhm…,” she stammered as she removed her sunglasses revealing glistening deep blue eyes, “I… I deserve to be punished, Sir.”
“You most certainly do,” I replied. I reached into my Porsche and picked up the leather paddle I had on the passenger seat (when you’re as Domly as I am, it’s useful to always keep one handy). She knew what to do of course. All women are natural slaves and my immense Domliness never fails to bring it out of them. She unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her pants, letting both fall around her ankles as she bent over the hood of my Porsche – her beautiful bottom rising enticingly in the air.
With a loud whack I delivered the first blow. She gasped and wiggled a little but did not break position – my Super Domly Will holding her in place. The shouts of pain began on the second whack, the tears on the fourth. By the tenth blow on her tender, quivering flesh, she was apologizing profusely and begging for mercy – but a good Dom (and I am the greatest of Doms in the history of Doms) knows that to be merciful too soon is in fact to be most cruel. She wants to be punished. She needs to be punished. To deny her that would be vindictive.
She was sobbing when I did relent after twenty. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the ground. Obediently she knelt before me, head to the ground, her tears of contrition falling upon my expensive leather shoes. I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand, lifted her face to look up at me. Her lower lip trembled as I brushed back her hair and wiped away her tears. She sniffled back her remaining tears; her face bore the expression of a well chastised slave girl who is grateful for the punishment but even more grateful that her Master has clearly forgiven her. “M… m… may I speak, Sir,” she asked in a quavering voice.
“You may,” I said. I knew what was coming, of course. More apologies, promises to behave better in the future, etc, etc. Such things are to be expected when you’re as Domly as I am. But, as I said, good Doms know that the silly little females have a psychological need for such things and so I let her yammer on for a minute or so. Sometimes I think I'm too kind. She ended by asking if there were any other ways she could atone for her impertinence in pulling me over. As she did so her eyes looked longingly on the massive bulge in my Armani slacks and then imploringly up to me. I gave a curt little nod to let her know that she may proceed. She returned an unabashed smile of pleasure as she undid the button of my slacks. She deftly pulled down my zipper with her teeth, revealing my enormous, throbbing manhood which made her gasp in awe and delight. She licked her lips once then parted them, slowly wrapping them around my thick shaft. Then…
Then the fucking alarm clock went off.
God, I hate that thing. 
< Message edited by Marc2b -- 8/7/2009 1:54:12 PM >
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