Artist: Lazorchef

Domme is extremely dominant, caring, and loving, with just the right amount of sadism. She radiates a confident aura of patience and control. She has sharp dark features, composure — she commands every cell in her body and every room she enters. On the other hand, Subby lacks patience and is more impulsive and excitable. He is wide-eyed and wears his heart on his sleeve.

Their chemistry is apparent from the way they complement each other. It's a special energy that fills the room, almost like like a unique flavor that enhances everything they do together. When she's in the room, he feels safe and secure, and when her eyes meet his, he melts into a puddle, and nothing makes him happier than when she scoops him up in her jar, reshapes him, and pours him out right where she wants him. When she looks at him, she sees the most lovable creature on the planet — cute, giddy, and vulnerable, with no sense of self-preservation. She wants nothing more than to adore and protect him, to squeeze him, and to keep him under her control.

And like any couple, they love a movie night.

They were sitting on the couch all cozy, immersed in this new fantasy world unravelling on the big screen and sharing each other's company. Subby was scrunched up in her arms and really into the movie, so focused that he has no awareness of his face or expressions. She looks down and notices his face scrunched in focus/concentration, and realizes with absolute certainty that she has the cutest boy ever, right where she wants him — in her arms. The intensity in his eyes and his pout drive her to the edge of cute-madness. "Ugh, I could chew on his cheeks." Her instincts are tempting her to adore him physically. She gently lands her lips on his forehead, and leaves them there for a good five seconds before she notices her passion beginning to overpower her self-composure. She calmly ended the kiss and noticed her lipstick print between his eyebrows. She loved how much he's enjoying the movie and decided to not interrupt it.

Subby felt his heart skip a beat as the heat bloomed on his forehead. Her kiss brought him back to the real world, full of energy that overwhelmed his self-control. Against his better judgment, his questions about the movie finally boiled over. Subby just couldn't hold back his questions: "Why did he do that?" “Where's he going?" “Who's this? Who's that?” She sits still, gently providing answers one by one. And the more he asks, the more she adores him. And as her adoration wells, she feels her sexuality rising within her — an insatiable urge to turn him into the most adorable mess.

Her breaking point came when the plot was just starting to get good. His lack of impulse control was making it impossible for her to focus and immerse herself in the plot. She playfully covers his mouth with her hand. "Sweetie, I know the plot as well as you do. Now be a good boy and hand me the remote so I can rewind a few minutes.” Subby left her arms to reach for the remote on the coffee table. He grabs it and hands it to her before he sits on the floor by her legs, just out of her reach and sporting a rebellious little smirk. His bratty attitude was the last straw. She was determined to teach him a lesson he would never forget. She shifted her position, and he immediately felt the change in the room. Before his breathing picked up, he felt her fingers slide in his hair, his head gently pulled back, where his eyes meet hers. He felt his willpower drain away.

"Turn around, cutie. I want to see your pretty eyes facing me." She gestured for him to kneel in front of her. His body obeyed, kneeling with his head at the level of her knees and his eyes wide, looking up at hers. "Shh baby, you're safe with me. See how cute you are when you're obedient?" He nodded. "Good boy,” she said, scratching his head to calm his breathing down. "Let's find a way to occupy your busy mouth.” She spread her knees and retracted her hand. His head followed her like a puppy chases a treat. The nearly silent room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, which was very soon replaced by hers. His breathing was muffled between her thighs. He was throbbing, dripping in his underwear, as he was eagerly licking hers. Every single lick was focused on her pleasure. He felt her wetness on his tongue, ignoring his own. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the couch.

Feeling his desperation, she quickly reached the edge. She gently pulled his head back by his hair. His eyes were wide and innocent, but she knew better. This wasn't enough to teach him his place. She has been dealing with his incessant questions for the past hour, and she's had enough. "Come here, Sweetie,” she said in a low and sultry voice, gesturing for Subby to climb back up on the couch. He crawled towards her without breaking eye contact. She took off the soaked pair of lacy panties she was wearing, and she felt the heat emanating from her pussy. "Sit on my lap baby,” she said, patting her thigh. Subby obeyed, straddling her thigh. She reached into his hair again, gently tilting his head back and stuffed her soaked panties into his mouth, stifling his defeated whimpers.

Subby squirmed on her lap. She could feel his cock hard against her thigh. "Now be a good, attentive boy and look at the screen,” she said, right before giving him a smile and hitting ‘resume’ on the remote. "I'll be a little busy here, so after the movie ends, I'll be the one asking you questions about it. And you better know the answers.” She bit her lip, and began touching herself, her fingers sliding easily through her wetness. Her moans quickly reduced him to a mumbling, regretful, apologetic puddle of obedience, and he realized how fully he belonged to her.

Writer: u/DoormatUnderneath

Editor: u/Mistress_Meg