The Dominant Guest
At twenty-four, I was looking for something more intense than a traditional relationship. When a couple in their early forties reached out to me, the proposition was clear: they wanted a dominant man to enter their lives without commitment. Abel, the husband, was the first to meet me. He was candid about their desires—he wanted to be a servant, and his wife, Sofia, craved a powerful man to take control.
When I finally met Sofia, I was struck by her beauty. She was tall, with long curly hair and a presence that commanded attention. The tension between us was electric from the moment we entered the apart-hotel in the mountains. I knew exactly what they expected of me, and I was more than ready to deliver. I stepped out of the shower in only my briefs, the air thick with anticipation.
I approached Sofia, my hand sliding firmly onto her thigh. She smiled, a look of submission and hunger in her eyes. I didn’t waste time; I pulled her close and guided her head down to my lap. As she tasted me through the fabric, I felt Abel watching us from the sofa, his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and inadequacy. I commanded him to come closer, to get on his knees and watch his wife be claimed by a real man.
The weekend became a blur of raw passion. I took Sofia with a ferocity she had never experienced, her screams of pleasure echoing through the room while Abel watched and served us. He found ecstasy in his own submission, masturbating as I pushed Sofia to her limits. I felt like a god in that room, ruling over them both with an iron will and an insatiable appetite.
Over the next eight months, the dynamic evolved. I became the center of their world. Sofia was completely enamored with me, often sneaking away from her home to meet me for hours of intense, stolen intimacy in the car. Abel remained their devoted servant, finding peace in the role of the observer.
Eventually, Abel introduced us to another couple, Fede and Carmela. Carmela was a force of nature—voluptuous and desperate for satisfaction that her husband could not provide. The meeting at their country house exploded into a symphony of lust. I found myself between two women, Sofia and Carmela, both pleading for my touch. I spent the entire afternoon alternating between them, filling the house with the sounds of their liberation.
As we drove away that evening, Sofia leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Now you have two women just for you. Take care of them.” I smiled, knowing that in their world of submission, I had found my kingdom.