My Girlfriend Discovered How Much I Like Obeying Her

Adrián had gone days without thinking about anything else. A coworker, a girl much younger than him, had accidentally shown him a side of himself he didn’t even know existed. It hadn’t been planned at all: one afternoon, a silly excuse to get close, and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, setting the rhythm, deciding each step. What excited him most wasn’t sex itself, but the feeling of not being in control. Of obeying.

Since then, something had lodged inside him like a splinter. At night he searched for videos, read forums, looked at images late into the night with his phone light illuminating his face in the dark. This isn’t normal, he sometimes thought, and yet he kept searching. Femdom. Domination. Women who gave orders and men who thanked them. Every new thing he discovered left him more restless.

The problem was that waiting at home for him was Lucía. And Lucía was sweet. She was the kind of girlfriend who asked if you were cold, who fell asleep cuddled against his arm, who never raised her voice. They had been together for almost four years and the sex was good, comfortable, predictable. Adrián had always been the one in charge in bed, the one who suggested, the one who directed. And suddenly that felt like a costume that no longer fit him.

That night they were curled up under the sheets, caressing each other slowly. They both knew where this was going. Adrián felt that now or never was the moment.

—Honey —he said softly.

—Mmm?

—Wouldn’t you like to try something different this time?

Lucía raised her head from his chest and looked at him curiously.

—Different how?

—I don’t know. I’d like you to be the one in charge this time. To take the initiative. To be more… authoritative.

There was a silence that felt eternal to Adrián. Then she smiled in a way he didn’t know, resting her chin on his sternum.

—I see. And do you have something in mind, or should I make it up as I go?

—Whatever you feel like —he said, and his voice trembled a little.

—I like the idea —murmured Lucía—. Let’s do it.

***

What came next completely threw him off balance. He had expected awkwardness, nervous laughter, slow advances. He expected to have to guide her every step of the way. Instead, Lucía sat up in bed, ran her eyes over him from head to toe, and her voice changed temperature.

—Take off your T-shirt and your pants. Now.

Adrián blinked. For an instant the old urge to take charge rose in his throat, the urge to laugh and turn the situation around. He felt ridiculous obeying. But desire won out, and he started undressing until he was down to his underwear.

—Stay there. Don’t you dare move.

She left the room and left him alone, exposed, with his heart pounding against his ribs. Maybe this is a mistake, he thought. Maybe she’ll find out it’s not the same, that with her it’s never going to be. Part of him resisted surrendering, anchored to so many years of the same routine.

When Lucía came back, all those doubts evaporated. She had put on a black babydoll with garters holding up sheer stockings. It wasn’t leather or anything extreme, but it fit her like a second skin and she walked differently, more upright, more aware of every step. Adrián couldn’t look away.

—What do you think? —she asked, turning slightly on her heels.

—You look incredible.

—I’m glad you think so. —She advanced toward him without hurry—. Tonight is going to be different. To begin with, you’re going to have to earn everything. The more obedient you are, the better it’ll go for you.

Where did she get this?, he wondered, stunned by the naturalness with which she inhabited the role. Lucía reached the edge of the bed and, instead of lying down, climbed onto the mattress. She stood over him, looking down, and Adrián felt a new kind of vertigo.

—What do you like most about what you see? —she said.

—Your legs. I love them with those stockings. You’ve left me speechless, Lucía.

As soon as he finished the sentence, she set her bare foot on his chest and pushed him down onto the mattress. By reflex, Adrián grabbed her ankle with both hands.

—You’re going to address me as “my mistress.” Understood?

He said nothing. Not out of rebellion, but out of embarrassment, out of that last stupid bit of resistance he still had left. Lucía lifted her foot, gauged the distance, and landed a sharp blow between his legs with the top of her foot. It wasn’t brutal, but it was enough to make Adrián curl up with a stifled groan and wide eyes.

—You like that, don’t you? —she said with a mischievous smile.

—A little… How do you know? —he asked, suddenly afraid she knew more than she was saying.

—You left one of your pages open on the tablet, dummy.

Adrián felt enormous relief. Not only was she not angry: she was willing. More than willing.

—I’ll ask again. What do you like most about what you see?

—Your legs, Miste… —he started, and just as he was about to say her name, she pressed her foot exactly where it hurt, reminding him wordlessly of the rule—. …My mistress.

That drew a laugh of satisfaction from her.

—You’re learning. Now take off your underwear. Quickly.

Adrián obeyed and ended up completely naked, lying on his back while she remained dressed and standing on the bed. The contrast stripped him bare: him surrendered, vulnerable, and her without removing a single garment. He had never felt so weak and so aroused at the same time. His erection pointed at the ceiling, taut, almost painful.

—Do you want to kiss these legs? —Lucía asked.

—Yes, my mistress.

—Then earn it. Start with the feet. If you do it well, maybe you’ll have the privilege of moving up.

***

She brought a foot close to his face and Adrián received it as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. He kissed it slowly, first the instep, then each toe, never taking his eyes off her. Lucía watched him from above with parted lips, and he understood that she was discovering something too. That she liked it just as much as he did, as if he had opened a door to a version of herself that had been kept locked away for years.

—Can I come up now, my mistress? —he asked between kisses.

—You earned it. For being obedient.

Adrián propped himself up until he was sitting, gripped her thighs, and began to work his way up them with his mouth. Lucía moaned softly, played at keeping her balance on the mattress, and at some point, without completely breaking character, slid one foot back between his legs and began pressing him with her heel while Adrián kept kissing her. Every time he let out a whimper, she pressed a little harder. Pleasure and discomfort mixed into something that drove him crazy.

—Take your cock in your hand and lift it —she ordered suddenly.

He obeyed, knowing what was coming and wanting it in equal measure. Lucía measured, took the slightest bit of momentum, and gave him another firm blow, harder than the first. Adrián doubled over, clutching himself, breathing in short gasps.

—Are you okay? —she asked, stepping out of character for a second, with a flash of genuine concern.

—Yes… just give me a moment.

—Good —she said, instantly regaining her commanding voice, though with a conspiratorial smile—. Those are where my children are going to come from someday. I don’t want to break anything yet.

When he came to himself, he expected things to continue, but Lucía lay down face first on the bed, languid.

—Now you’re going to give me a massage. And it better be amazing, or I’ll beat you again. Start now.

Adrián knelt beside her and got to work. He began with her shoulders and moved down, the shoulder blades, the waist, the curve of her back, the thighs, the calves. Following every order kept him hard, and seeing her like that, surrendered under his hands, did nothing to calm him. He didn’t last long: he started replacing his hands with his mouth. He kissed her back, kept going downward, and when he reached the backs of her knees he lingered there, drawing slow circles with his tongue. He could feel Lucía’s body stretch every time he found the right spot.

He kept going like that, shifting from one area to another, attentive to every reaction. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her lift one hand from under her head and slide it backward, searching for him. Lucía’s fingers traced his leg until they found what they wanted. She took him gently at first and began to stroke him, and every time he made her writhe with pleasure, she squeezed a little harder, giving him back blow for blow.

That controlled pain drove him wild. The rhythm of his tongue quickened in step with Lucía’s hand. For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were the two of them breathing hard and the wet sound of his mouth against her skin.

—I can’t take it anymore —Adrián said in a broken voice—. I want to go in.

—I’m going to allow it —she answered, already very worked up—. Because I’m burning too.

***

Lucía turned onto her back. Urgency made them skip any preamble: they pushed the lingerie aside just enough and he drove into her with a single thrust. She arched her back and bit her lip. It wasn’t like the other times, the usual times; this time there was a different need, something that didn’t understand roles or games. After only a few slow thrusts, both of them were breathing like they had run miles.

And then, almost by instinct, Lucía reached again between his legs and squeezed. The change was immediate: Adrián became frantic, fucking her with a force neither of them had expected, going in and out with animal urgency. She had never felt anything like it. The closer she got to orgasm, the harder she squeezed, as if the two things were linked by the same wire. Until she let out a moan unlike any of the others and stiffened her whole body, trembling, holding him without squeezing anymore, letting herself go.

Adrián slowed down until his movements were slow and gentle, even though he still wasn’t finished. Lucía pushed him in the chest, rolled him onto his back, and without saying a word, leaned over him. She took him into her mouth, pressing her lips all along his length, toying with the tip with her tongue. Every so often she pulled off to jerk him off with her hand, and in those pauses she would land a sharp blow between his legs that tore a groan from him halfway between pain and pleasure. Then she’d go back to his mouth. Like that for a good while, until he realized he couldn’t take any more.

—I’m going to come —Adrián said, exhausted, with almost no strength left.

—It’s okay —she whispered.

Lucía sat on his stomach, gripped him firmly, using his abdomen as support, and jerked him off with a force that seemed intent on ripping it out of him. Adrián could only manage to hold her waist and ass, both perfectly within reach. She kept going, relentless, until he dug his fingers into her thighs and came with a shudder that ran through his whole body. He was left sprawled out, breathless, while she let herself fall beside him.

—It’s been years since we had such a good time —he murmured into the pillow.

—Yes —Lucía said, settling into the crook of his arm—. And all thanks to your obedience. From now on you’re going to do whatever I say, always. Did you hear me?

—Yes, baby —Adrián answered, with a hint of sarcasm.

She gave him a little tap with the back of her hand, right where it hurt most, not hard, just to mark her territory.

—I already told you how I want you to call me in bed.

—Yes… my mistress —he replied, smiling, with a final throb of grateful pain between his legs.