My man?

His denial was my drug, his submission was my addiction. It’s all true. it has been long since I met my love, we have been pulled apart by the workforce and of course, you can imagine how we both were dying to be in each other's arms. But the secret is, I am dying to have him on his knees and he is dying to be at my feet. Every man who approaches me on my social media platform says they are ready to serve me. But when we get to the real part of “Serving me”, they fail miserably. Do you wonder why?

Its because they are curious about who I am or what my gender is or whether this is a fake account and all those questions. So I get bored over such chats. Again I get back to my slave who is ready to serve me, please me. On our day of return, we were chatting all about we both will be rushing into each other's arms, and shower kisses and all of the hyperactive things we can think off. But while chatting in between, we got into a little teasing mode, where he started with saying something related to him being the “Man” and all that. Oh true, I remember. He was boasting about his beard and how thick it is, which I contradicted that anyhow he still has the babyface. He got so offended that we started pricking each other about how kiddish we both look. We both got too dissolved in the topic, that it went to the level of fighting for power. The alpha battle.

So when he was at the top level of teasing me, I was counting on each second of my touch down. Once I get my hands on him, then we will do the talking. And thoughts like this was running up and down my mind as I climbed down the steps towards where he was waiting for me. There he was standing, with a smirk on his face filled with nothing but teasing.

“Welcome back, Baby girl”, Mac laughed at me.

“Thank you, big man!”, I hugged him. Taking my luggage into the trunk, we both climbed inside.

“So tell me how your trip was, Baby girl”, Okay here goes the teasing again.

“Everything went well”, I tried my best to avoid his playful eyes because mine was filled with evilness.

“Babe, I am thirsty, Can you pull over and find me something to drink?”, I asked him. So he parked over and found an outlet. He was about to get out but I stopped him.

“Not so fast hon, Not without this”, I pulled out the cock ring I had gotten ready for him, which he didn’t quite notice. His eyes were up in surprise.

“You want me to wear that? Now?”,His eyes showed how taken aback he is right now.

“Yes, sweetheart. Now!. Or maybe you know what. I will help you wear it”, with that I bend over and opened his pants, pulled down his inner put the cock ring on him.

“Perfect!, Now you can go”, staring still at me, he finally collected it all together. Climbing out, I stopped him again. Handing over a kit filled with his favourite things, “wear these and come back with my bottle of coke”.

He took a peek inside, “Seriously!”, He asked.

“Yes, Now leave”, I waved at him. He took at the last moment at me to see if I have any change in mind, but in vain. So he crossed and walked into the mart. I can see him walk straight to the bathroom for his makeover. Its midnight and the streets are near to vacant. I took the driver side and waited for him to show up. As I sat there, he walked out with my coke in hand. He walked near and was about to open the passenger seat. Shall we now start playing? Before he could, I drove away. Stopped some distance forward. He signed and walked to the car, again he was trying to and I drove off. This time he came to the side and tapped on the window, I lowered the glasses.

“What is it now?”, he asked.

“Did you wear it?”, he nodded. “Really?, Where? Let me see”, I asked him.

He rolled up his shirt and there in black the lace can be seen. But I wanted more than that.

“that’s not a good view”, I told him

“I will show you once I am in”, he said.

“Strip”, I looked at him with a stern face.

“What now!”, He is too surprised.

“Mac, if you don’t strip and show me how sexy you look now in that lingerie set and buttplugs, you are not coming in”, I said. He didn’t have much of a choice, because I have locked the doors, and he is standing in midway. He looked around. The streets are almost empty other than occasional people here and there. Mac slowly started removing his shirts. The lace covering his body, the nipples in the cup. And he again hesitated. “Isn't this enough?”

“No sweetheart”, Mac signed and then started working on his pants. Once he opened and pulled it down, just as I wanted. There stood Mac, dressed in the black lace, his cock chocked by rings.

“Turn around”, I commanded. He did, and yes. The tail butt plug in black suits his outfit. Good boy!.

“Now shall I enter?”, he asked.

“And why would I allow you to?”I asked.

“Because I am begging you”, he said

“ Then beg me properly”, I can see his dick tightening more and more, especially when his eyes are searching for anyone to see him in this state. Mac walked to the other side of the car and got on his knees near to my window.

“I beg you to kindly let me in, Mommy”, his head is bowed down.

“ am I your mommy?”

“Yes you are my mummy”, he said

“Then who are you? “

“I am you slave, Your baby boy, your little slut”, He confessed

“Boy? , but I heard someone saying he is my man”, I looked down at him

“I am wrong mommy, I am wrong. Please punish me, I was acting wrong”, Good he is getting kinky.

Opening the door, I sat on the seat with my legs out. “Yes, you are, you are wrong”, I pulled on his hair and pulled him nearer to me. I pinched his nipple hard, that he started moaning. With that, I pulled up the lace. His dick is standing up rock hard. With one hard slap, he winced in pain.

“You like that bitch?”, he nodded, “then I will give you more”, I slapped his dick again and again. Then I made him turn around presenting his ass to me. Slapping then hard as I can I asked him.

“ Are you my man, sweetheart?”, I asked him.

“Nop mommy, I am your sluty baby boy”

“Oh, you are my sluty boy?”, I asked while keeping my slaps on point.

“Yes mommy, I am your bitch mommy, I am your bitch boy”, he kept on moaning. I pulled him up.

“Yes you are right, Now don’t you fucking forget it”, he nodded.

“Get on!.”He got up and walked again, I noticed how wobbly he is, but then isn’t that cute. Once he got in, I drove off, my one hand on his cock, teasing it hard. That’s how I tame my Man.