Dominate Her Desire: A Submission Game

Mel came home from work, a familiar irritation simmering in her gut. The door to the outside shed remained unaddressed, a testament to Donnie’s consistent disregard for household responsibilities. Cats had infiltrated the building, a situation she’d been putting off addressing, but the time for passive resentment was over. She’d spent the last few weeks studying articles online, seeking inspiration for her upcoming plan. It was a fantasy she’d never voiced to Donnie, one involving a shift in power dynamics and a willing submission from her part. A playful game of dominance, where she took the reins and he acquiesced, felt like an appropriate way to inject a bit of spice into their long-standing marriage.

As she changed into her workout clothes, the memory of their recent discussions and the available resources fueled her resolve. She envisioned a series of escalating steps, culminating in a thrilling display of control. She’d even identified a few personal elements to weave into the scenario, ensuring maximum arousal for both of them. The anticipation of this carefully orchestrated experience sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins, pushing her to push her limits on the treadmill. The faster she ran, the more intense her feelings became, a potent mix of anger, desire, and a desperate need for a change in their dynamic.

Donnie, as usual, arrived home later, his mood buoyed by a successful day at the golf course. The look she shot him, a potent blend of frustration and disapproval, didn’t seem to penetrate his good spirits. He continued his weights and then a slow jog, seemingly oblivious to the simmering tension between them. It was a fortunate circumstance for Mel, as she had planned this meticulously, relying on her carefully cultivated anger as the foundation of her plan.

Once she was settled in the living room, waiting patiently, she felt a surge of anticipation. The conversation about power dynamics, the agreed-upon phrase – “You’re mine” – all played out in her mind. The moment of truth had arrived, and she was ready to take charge. As Donnie walked in, she greeted him with a cold, calculated gaze, instantly establishing her dominance. The words, spoken with a chilling detachment, hung in the air, setting the stage for the transformation to come.

Mel swiftly gathered the items she'd identified, keeping the underlying anger simmering, a crucial element in her plan. She moved towards Donnie, her eyes locked on his, a silent command radiating from her presence. Reaching out, she grabbed his hand and yanked it behind him and up his back, a physical demonstration of her control. Her other hand settled on his shoulder, gently but firmly guiding him towards the stairs and up to their bedroom. Upon reaching the room, she commanded him to shut the door and sit on the bed.

The shift in atmosphere was palpable. Donnie, caught off guard by the sudden change in dynamics, felt a wave of arousal wash over him as Mel’s piercing gaze intensified. She contemplated her next move, meticulously planning her actions, each step designed to heighten his desire and submit him completely. As she rose, she moved with a purposeful grace, her body radiating a captivating blend of power and sensuality. Her first statement, rehearsed and delivered with cold precision, further cemented her dominance.

Mel reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it behind him and up his back, a clear visual signal of her control. Her other hand rested on his shoulder, gently pushing him backward, initiating a physical manifestation of her authority. The movement was deliberate, designed to establish her intention and assert her dominance over him. Directing him into their room, she commanded him to sit on the bed, setting the stage for the unfolding drama.

As Donnie sat there, stunned and slightly bewildered, Mel felt a surge of anticipation. She had meticulously planned this moment, anticipating his reaction and preparing herself for the next stage of the game. Her gaze remained unwavering, her expression conveying a subtle blend of amusement and dominance. The power dynamic had shifted, and she intended to maintain it.

Mel rose up and posed over Donnie, chest out and high, her breasts pushed up by her bra. The sight of her body, exposed and alluring, ignited a primal desire within him. He struggled to maintain his composure, his body responding involuntarily to her captivating presence. Mel felt an arm start to slide to the side. He was trying to use the softness of the mattress to get his right hand free and reach up. She reached down, stopped it cold, and pushed it back under her knees. “No touching until I say so.”

With a mischievous grin, Mel reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it behind him and up his back again, further asserting her control. She continued to pull and push, establishing her dominance over him with unwavering conviction. The act was both playful and provocative, designed to tantalize and tease while simultaneously solidifying her position.

Mel felt a hand start to slide to the side. He was trying to use the softness of the mattress to get his right hand free and reach up. She reached down, stopped it cold, and pushed it back under her knees. “No touching until I say so.”

She then took his face in her hands and brought it up, close to her own. She looked into his eyes, a silent command radiating from her gaze. Mel leaned over and kissed him deeply, her lips pressing against his in a slow, passionate embrace. The sensation was both intoxicating and intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and submission.

Mel removed her shirt, revealing her toned body to his gaze. She posed over him, chest out and high, her breasts pushed up by her bra. The sight of her body, exposed and alluring, ignited a primal desire within him. Mel felt an arm start to slide to the side. She reached down, stopped it cold, and pushed it back under her knees. “No touching until I say so.”
She slid forward and pressed her crotch to his face. Her workout scent filled the air, a tantalizing aroma that intensified his arousal. The yoga pant material separated his mouth from her area, creating a heightened sense of anticipation. Mel ground hard, her ankles still pressing his hands, maintaining her dominance.

As Mel continued her relentless assault on his senses, Donnie struggled to maintain his composure, his body responding involuntarily to her captivating presence. She pushed and pulled, teasing and tantalizing, while simultaneously asserting her control over him. The act was both sensual and aggressive, designed to push his limits and break his resistance.

Donnie saw the power she wielded in the simple act of withholding and being so close. His good mood buffered the gut response that would have started a fight. It got Donnie thinking about those “other” conversations they’d finally had. Maybe this was part of what they had talked about. At the same time, he had screwed this up pretty good so her tone was warranted.

Mel reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it behind him and up his back. Her other hand was on his shoulder as she marched him to the stairs and up. She was pulling and pushing just enough to establish her intent and her dominance. Directing him into their room, she ordered him to shut the door. When he had, she commanded him to sit on the bed.

Now Donnie started getting aroused. His penis pressed upwards and he wiggled for comfort. That motion set Mel into action. She leaped at him. With moderate force, her hands landed on his chest and pushed him backward. His torso bounced on the bed as she scaled his body quickly. In only a moment, her hips were on his chest, her knees on his arms.

He knew he could bounce her off and have it the opposite way in a second. But she was forceful and he liked it. He struggled some, though not enough to get free. She kept her purchase and began to pull her shirt up over her head then flung it onto the floor. She posed over Donnie, chest out and high. Her breasts were pushed up by her bra. His hands wanted to reach up, but Mel’s weight was planted on his wrists.

Mel felt an arm start to slide to the side. He was trying to use the softness of the mattress to get his right hand free and reach up. She reached down, stopped it cold, and pushed it back under her knees. “No touching until I say so.”

She bounced up and posed again, regaining her dominance. Her hands were cupping the underside of her sports bra and sliding it off her breasts. Off it went, went over her head and onto the pile in the floor.

Devilishly, she smiled and rolled her nipples in her fingers. Mel was enjoying her body and all Donnie could do was watch. She slid forward and pressed her crotch to his face. The workout scent of her body filled the air. The yoga pant material was all that separated his mouth from her area.

She ground hard, her ankles still pressing his hands. Donnie struggled for air at times. He had to move his face to find pockets of air between her thighs. Mel took full advantage of the power exchange. She forced his chin, mouth, and nose to burrow into her warmth and stimulate her. She moaned, her hands still playing with her exposed breasts. This went on longer than when naked together. It seemed she was losing track of Donnie a little in her self-pleasure.

Donnie tried to break free, but Mel’s grip remained firm. She continued her assault, relentless in her pursuit of dominance. The sensation was both painful and exhilarating, pushing him to the brink of pleasure. As she released her hold, Donnie collapsed back onto the bed, panting and exhausted.

He realized that she had truly taken control, not just of his body, but also of his mind. The power dynamic had shifted, and he found himself strangely enjoying the experience. The feeling of submission was both humbling and liberating, a reminder that there were times when surrendering control could be a source of pleasure.

Mel, satisfied with her performance, calmly rose from the bed and retrieved the key from the bedside table. She then walked over to the door, her steps purposeful and decisive. As she unlocked it, she turned back to face Donnie, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She held the key up, a silent invitation for him to step out into the unknown.

“You’re mine,” she whispered coldly into his ear. She was holding onto her anger. They had agreed they’d say this when one wanted to take control. In their talk, Donnie had imagined himself getting aroused at this statement. But in this moment of true anger he felt from her, he didn’t immediately get aroused.

Mel reached around and grabbed his hand, pulling it behind him and up his back. Her other hand was on his shoulder as she marched him to the stairs and up. She was pulling and pushing just enough to establish her intent and her dominance. Directing him into their room, she ordered him to shut the door. When he had, she commanded him to sit on the bed.

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