So I've been seeing this guy whose not really in my league. I'm not claiming to be some amazing smoke show or anything. But I do think I'm pretty. Or at least cute. And I've kept a regular gym routine for years, which is really showing results as I start into my 30s.

Anyway, this guy, let's call him Mickey, because he actually is kinda mousey looking, haha. I matched with him because he's a bit short. 5'4" at the most, because he can't be more than an inch or two taller than me. Weird criteria I know, but maybe it will make more sense if I confess that we were on a kinkster dating app and my profile was tagged "dominant female looking for submissive male."

Mickey is younger than me, but not by so much that it feels gross. I guess I don't know his exact age, but it's somewhere mid-20s. He's out of college, at least.

When we first met in person, for coffee, he was shy and a little flustered. But also polite and nice. I had to do more of the talking than I usually do on a first date, and escape a few awkward silences. But given the situation, that seemed fair. In fact, I'm happy Mickey is a little awkward. It helps me feel... well, okay there's no way to say this that doesn't make me sound like a bitch. But we're all strangers here so I'll try to own it. It's like, I feel like I'm a little better than Mickey. Like hooking up with him is me doing him a favor? And like he almost owes me something because of it. I know, I know, I'm the worst. Part of the problem. Everything wrong with modern dating culture. But it really helps me get out of my head when I'm doming him. Which is what he want too. So we both win. Kinda?

Okay, enough of this background BS. I wanna tell you about the things I've been doing to poor Mickey.

Date #1

After coffee I invited Mickey over to my place. I do okay professionally and have a nice little suburban place all to myself. It was refreshing not worrying too much about showing Mickey where I lived. I mean, I know, he's a guy, I'm a girl, probably he could overpower me if he tried. But he's just so nonthreatening it didn't feel like a real risk.

Anyway, we sat on my couch, awkwardly. And I started rubbing him through his jeans. Of course he tried to start the same with me, but I gently took his hand away and reminded him I was in charge.

It got leas awkward. Or maybe I just stopped caring, after I took Mickey's cock out. He has a nice cock, circumcised, and it looks really big compared to the rest of him.

I wiggled myself so I was sitting behind Mickey with my thighs over his and he early leaned back against me. At this point I was full horny mode and started jerking him earnestly. I didn't have any lube. But was just kind of sliding his skin over his cock, if that makes any sense.

Even without lube it didn't take too long for him to cum. I couldn't see it from my position behind him, but of course I felt him twitch in my hands, and then the wetness. I kissed the back of his neck and his ears as he came.

I kept jerking him too. Using his cum as lube, now I could slide my hands up and down his whole shaft. And then it wasn't just his cock that was twitching. His whole body jerked every time I pumped him. And he made little grunting noises that weren't very manly, but totally did it for me. I remember thinking, "Yep, this is just the thrill I was looking for!"

Please understand that Mickey knew this was coming. Post orgasm play had been basically #1 on my kinks list when we'd messaged about what we were into. He didn't use his safeword, but he would grab my wrists whenever it got too intense. I scolded him gently when he did, saying things like, "Who'se in charge here?" Which would get him to let go. At one point I told him he was a good boy after letting me get back to overstimulating him and he made this little "unnf" sound that was half pain and half uncontrollably-horny. So I learned that Mickey really gets off on being called a "good boy" on date one.

And, yeah. Eventually Mickey seemed to get a little less sensitive, and softened. So I puttered out my torment. From some, um, "research videos", I knew more techniques, like rubbing the head of his cock, that would have kept the punishment going. But I didn't want to overdo it on date one.

So I got up and brought Mickey some paper towels to clean off with. I was just going to give them to him. But seeing how red his face and penis had gotten my grinch heart melted just a tiny bit and I knelt between his legs and cleaned him off myself. And, yes, I was gentle!

After that I politely told my new sub we were done and it was time for him to go. As soon as his car pulled away I sat in the same spot on the couch and, well, I'm sure I don't need to spell that part out for you.

Date #2

Sexually, I'm a switch. Leaning maybe submissive, even. And I don't really know which side of that bed I'm going to wake up on. So, Mickey had to endure a few failed last minute booty calls from me before our schedules, both work and my libido, lined up again.

He showed up at my place with flowers. Nothing audacious, just one of those grocery store bouquets. But still, it made me uncomfortable. Now I know I labeled this "date #2" but that's just because "hookup #2" or "session #2" sounds ickey to me. I'd been clear with Mickey that this wasn't that kind of relationship. And I said it again, trying to be nice, but direct. He seemed to understand and I was pretty sure he'd just bought the flowers as a nice gesture. But, I'm old and wise enough to know you have to be careful with these feeling things. I put the flowers in a vase on my counter though, I'm not a monster.

I was excited to flex my dom muscles with Mickey that night and I told him to undress for me right there in the kitchen. I'd only taken off his pants last time, and seeing him totally naked was a thrill. Mickey's a skinny guy, I think he's mentioned he runs a lot. He's got some hair on his chest and, at the time, around his crotch. But it's thin and blond and wispy.

I lightly shoved him until his bare butt was back against my countertop and then got on my knees. Then I thought better of it and just crouched down, since the kitchen tile (well, crappy faux tile) was hard under my knees. I looked up at Mickey as I took his cock, now plenty hard, in my mouth for the first time.

I remember marveling that I wasn't shy making eye contact with Mickey as I sucked him. Normally I feel such an urge to blush and look away, but somehow my role as the dom, even though you wouldn't be able to tell from looking, made it feel natural to stare down the guy I was giving a blowjob.

My confidence only went up when Mickey started making subtle, but increasingly more insistent, noises to tell me he was getting close. I can't have been sucking him for more than 2 minutes at that point.

Anyway, I took a break, and stroked his balls, lifting and holding them with one of my hands. Still looking up at him, I told him that next time they should be shaved. He just kind of nodded down at me. But when I ran my hand back over his butt cheeks and told him, "Back here too," he really blushed and looked away.

That wasn't my game for tonight though. I returned to cupping Mickey's balls and licked his cock, base to tip, really feeling like an unabashed pornstar. I told Mickey he wasn't allowed to cum and that had to tell me before he did. Then I took him in my mouth again.

"I'm close," he said. After basically no time at all. I remember being annoyed actually, like, I'd just barely found my rhythm before he stopped me. I stopped though, and lifted his balls a little higher.

Then, I slapped them with my other hand. It wasn't hard, but I was crafty and Mickey didn't see it coming. He yelped and immediately his own hands went to protect himself. But I kept hold of my prize jewels and just kept staring him down until he took his hands away. He gripped the edge of the countertop instead and just stared straight down, kinda dumbfounded looking, as I started spanking his balls. One hand holding them in place from behind, the other doing the deed.

I started really very gentle and only worked it up slowly until Mickey's knees started twitching in anticipation of my hits. I figured that was probably a good level. My idea was to hit Mickey until he lost his hardon. But I kind of forgot about that part at first and he was well soft when I stopped.

God, feeling Mickey's softie grow again in my mouth was just the best. I wanted to touch myself so bad. But I was stupidly wearing jeans because I thought they'd feel more in control than a dress, and stuffing my hand through the zipper in a crouch just didn't feel like the sexy move to make.

Anyway, I played Mickey on repeat for a bit. Sucking him until he gave me the signal, and then slapping him back to soft. At first he lasted longer before he had to stop me, but each time was shorter until after maybe his fourth slapping he basically stopped me right away.

I'd make a plan for myself that if he came without stopping me I'd smack his balls even harder as he did. You know, to punish him. And even looking back now I wish I'd just kept going until he inevitably fucked it up. With how much of a hair trigger he was on, it would have happened soon I think. But at the time, for whatever reason, I didn't want to do that. I think maybe I was tired of crouching down and eager to touch myself.

The end result being that I eventually gave him my biggest and best porn star eyes, said something like, "Cum for me baby," and felt him spurt into my mouth basically as soon as I took him back in.

I stood up then, pressing myself against Mickey as I did, and put my hands behind his head in his scraggly hair. He didn't stop me when I moved in for what was technically our first kiss. He didn't open up to me right away, but I prodded him with my tongue and eventually he parted his lips and let me inelegantly spit and push his cum into his mouth. "Don't swallow that," I told him quickly. Which was probably when my top suffered a slight spillage mishap. " You can swallow when you're home."

And that was the end of my second date with Mickey. Who I'm sure swallowed or spit as soon as his car was out of my driveway, but there's only so much I can do. And yes, I'm going to keep calling them "dates." We kissed. So it's a date.

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