Masks

I lay on my bed, thinking, red lingerie flowing over my thighs, the netting barely a whisper as I stared at the ceiling. He would be here soon. Another Domina had sent her boy to me, one of her favorites. It was a kindness on her part. I had been attacked in my home only days earlier and although I had successfully defended myself, I found it difficult to sleep at night. I was restless. Of course, I had a secret. I was not truly a Dominant, I was simply very angry with Masters at the moment and I knew what to do, I had paid attention. I drew pleasure from taking out my frustrations on the willing and they took enjoyment from receiving. It was a win-win situation. Some tried to convince me that I was a switch. I chuckled. I knew myself better than they did. I knew what I was and what I needed. How I wished it was a strong man being sent my way tonight. Did they still exist? I sighed and the knock came at the door.

I rose and walked to the door, my favorite sword well in hand and looked through the peephole. He introduced myself giving me her name, satisfied, I let him into the house. He followed me to the bedroom and took a seat as I lay back down, lost in thought, carrying on a polite introductory conversation with him. He was a switch who was primarily submissive, I looked him over with a raised eyebrow. He was in good enough shape. His eyes told me different than his words did. I was tired, so tired. I thought I might test what he was saying and assumed submissive poses as we talked, moving elegantly, not kneeling or anything so obvious as that but tiny cues that might be picked up subconsciously. The bend of my legs, the smallness of my form, the lingerie barely covering me, downturned eyes and shy smiles. Small, insignificant things that only a dominant mind would find glaring and obvious. I had need of something tonight, the need of something other than what I had been sent. I could see what I needed in there, in those eyes that caressed me, and I was going to draw it out.

I leaned over him suddenly as I reached for my cup of coffee on the nearby desk, exposing my ass easily within reach nonchalantly and as I knew was likely, I felt a strong hand grasp one cheek firmly, his gasp made me chuckle. He had not expected that as I did. I pulled back, smiling to him, sipping on my coffee before placing it near me. His eyes searched mine in at first confusion, then understanding as he leaned over me, trapping me. "Is this ok?", he breathed. "Yes", I whispered as I attempted to pull him in further. He held his ground and we both smiled. He kissed me then, our expected roles reversed this evening, firmly, exploring my mouth, the excitement of this change filling him with desire as I willingly submitted to his hot mouth and tongue, my body going soft against his as he began to take liberties with my body that he had never dared think he would. He slapped my ass as he rolled me to the side, turning me to my belly. His voice growing gruff as my ass lifted from the bed helplessly, yearning, begging without a single word. I heard his belt fall open, his zipper pulling apart as he unclothed himself only so much as he needed to. He would not let such a chance pass him by. His hand dropped to feel my readiness for him as I heard his surprise and admiration, I was soaked, I had been ready for this moment for a very long time. His growl rolled over me as he thrust himself deep within me, my hungry pussy taking every inch easily, stretching to make room for him, holding him lustily within me as I grasped at the sheets in pure pleasure. He used me then, holding my shoulders from behind, holding me in place as he fucked me mercilessly, sinking further into my waiting depths as I moaned gratefully, submitting again and again to the waves of pleasure that overtook me. Finally, he finished and rolled, nearly falling to the bed beside me, his face crossed with some confusion. I crawled to his chest, laying my cheek upon it. "What bothers you?" I asked simply. "You are not Dominant, you are submissive as hell!", he exclaimed as I laughed, unable to stop myself. "Yes", I whispered. He laughed then too, "You make me want to grab you and fuck you again", he growled. "Then, do so", I whispered as I kissed his chest gently. "Show me who you are and I will show you who I am." He lay quietly for a moment, lost in thought and then looked to me. "Yes", he said simply, grabbing me and tossing me onto my belly once more as he began to use me roughly, instantly erect, his passion and need erupting as violently as my own as we both lost ourselves in that night.

He took me again and again until neither of us could stand nor move. We lay there in silence for some time. We both knew we would never see each other again. His Mistress was going to be displeased, so much training and work undone in one single night. He looked to me, "Why do you do it?", he asked. "You mean why do I Dominate?", I asked? He nodded to me as I smiled, "Why do you submit?", I asked. We both looked at each other, unmasked, truly naked, together in this brief moment of life. "It is something you are working through.", he stated. I nodded, "Like you.", I whispered. We held each other a while before he left, both of us saying our goodbyes and our meeting polite expectations. The masks were back on, we had lives to lead. I smiled as I locked the door and sighed. A hell storm of rumors would begin tomorrow but tonight, I would sleep.