Dominated a stranger I met at the bar

I was sipping a whiskey sour at my favorite cocktail bar, a cozy spot with low lights and a hum of conversation, great for meeting men and enjoying the atmosphere. I was perched on a stool with my tight, low cut silk dress hugging my curves and the cleavage generously showing off my tits, leaving just enough for imagination. No bra nor panties - just my nipples poking through the dress, making every man at the bar take a glimpse. 

No one had the courage to approach me though, until a tall, clean-cut man entered the bar with a confident, but cocky smile. His eyes locked on me immediately. He walked up to the bar and sat down next to me with zero hesitation and ordered a drink.

“It’s not often I see a gorgeous woman like you drinking alone” he stated in a smooth, confident tone, almost like I was supposed to melt right then and there.

“Nothing wrong with enjoying yourself", I dismissively replied, testing his confidence.

He smirked, undeterred: “Well, I’m Gregg. And I can help you enjoy yourself even more.”,

His boldness made me smile: “And what makes you think that, Gregg?”,

“You’ll see later” - he said with his smirk becoming even bigger.

We bantered for a while, his confidence holding strong as he kept unapologetically flirting, trying to charm me. But I could see the cracks - his eyes lingering a little too long at my cleavage, his fingers nervously tapping on the glass, and his cockiness overcompensating for a certain anxiety. 

After a while I interrupted him, breaking the fourth wall: “Listen, I appreciate your courage, but I don’t think you can handle a woman like me”

His grin faltered, revealing a flustered expression just for a split second.

“Why don’t we find out?” he replied, trying to recover, but his voice now had a slight tremor.

I knew I had him. 

I stood up, finishing my drink in one smooth gulp. “Follow me,” I said - not asking, just expecting. 

I didn’t look back as I walked out, knowing he’d follow. And he did, like a puppy on a leash, trailing me to my apartment just a block away

Once we arrived, I pointed to the couch  in my living room:  “Sit.”

The cocky, suave confidence had evaporated. Without questioning anything he followed my order,

Now I was the one with a big grin on my face. Standing in front of the couch,  staring him down like I’ve brought home a new toy.

“Take off your shirt,” I commanded.

He complied, as I straddled his lap without sitting on it, letting him feel my heat without giving the satisfaction of contact. “You’re going to do exactly what I say, Gregg. Understood?”

“Yes,”  he whispered in a shaky voice.

“Yes, Mistress,” I corrected him, grabbing his chin, and making him look me in the eye.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, following my instruction.

“Good boy,” I stepped back, unzipping my dress slowly, letting it slide to the floor. His jaw dropped as he took in my naked body - my full, perky tits, shaved pussy and the curves of my hips.

His hard cock strained against his pants, begging to be released.

“Take off your pants,” I ordered. He fumbled with his belt until finally making his cock spring free. Not the biggest I’ve seen, but thick enough to make me intrigued. 

“Look at that. It's already throbbing,” I teased him.

He groaned, his hands twitching like he wanted to touch himself. I slapped them away. “No. You don’t touch yourself unless I say so”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said in desperation.

I knelt in front of him, my breath teasing his cock without touching. His hips bucked, and I laughed. “So desperate already? You’re going to earn it, Gregg!” 

I turned around on my fours, giving him a view of my behind, lifting up my ass to make sure he saw everything. “Stroke yourself. Slowly. And don’t you dare cum,” I commanded him while looking over my shoulder.

He whimpered, and started to stroke, his eyes glued to my body. I turned back to him, spreading my legs, running a finger along my pussy and dipping it inside. His strokes suddenly became faster, and I snapped, “Did I tell you to stroke faster!?”

“No, Mistress,” he gasped, resuming the agonizingly slow pace.

I stood up and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. “You want to taste me, don’t you?”

“Yes, please, Mistress,” he begged.

I climbed onto the couch, straddling his face, keeping my pussy just out of reach. 

“Lick,” I commanded, lowering myself so his tongue could graze me. He eagerly reached for my clit, and I guided him with a firm grip, showing him how I liked it. 

“That’s it,” I moaned, now grinding against his face, “make your Mistress cum.”

I made him eat me out until I reached orgasm and squirted all over his face.

I pulled back, panting, looking down at his flushed face,covered in my juices, and his cock leaking precum. 

“Very good, Gregg…very good,” I said, breathing heavily with my tone softening. 

I again got down on my knees between his legs, hovering my lips over his cock. He whimpered and I blew a soft breath over the tip, watching him twitch. 

“Beg for it.” I said

“Please, Mistress, please let me cum,” he groaned, raw with need.

I cruelly laughed, stroking his cock and suddenly stopping. “Not yet,” I teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the edge and pulling back, laughing as he squirmed.

Finally, when he was literally shaking, I took his cock in my mouth, sucking hard and fast. He screamed, gripping my hair as he exploded, his hot cum filling my mouth. I let some of it dribble all over his cock and balls just to lick it up again and swallow it all.

I stood, slipping back into my dress, leaving him panting on the couch. “Get dressed, I’m done with you” I said, tossing him his shirt.