Be Careful What You Wish For - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For

... try it.”

“Look, I appreciate you trying to organise something for us. It was a thoughtful gesture. But this just isn’t for me. I’m sorry.”

He stands there looking at me, not saying anything, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Awkward silences always unnerve me.

Eventually, he speaks. “When we first started chatting, what did you tell me you were looking for?”

“I don’t follow?”

“When I asked you about your ultimate fantasies and desires, what did you say you wanted? What was the number one thing on your list?”

“Well, it definitely wasn’t to go on a sodding boat trip.”

He laughs. “I seem to remember you saying that you wanted someone to push your boundaries. Get you trying new things. Isn’t that what you told me?”

“If I did, I meant sexually, not nautically.”

“You said you wanted to lose control. To have someone who knew you well enough that they could take charge, allowing you to experience complete submission.”

“And your point is?”

“My point is, be careful what you wish for. Because I’m trying to take you out of your comfort zone so that you can experience new things. Sexually as well as nautically, before you start.”

“So, you’re saying the only way we can share a dominance and submission fantasy is on some sort of boat? Is this going to be one of your weird role-plays? With you playing Captain-fucking-Birdseye?”

“This isn’t about sailing.” He shakes his head. “This is about you doing what I ask of you. Knowing that if you give yourself ...

... to me, completely, I will look after you and give you the pure pleasure you crave. Everything your body and soul need, I will give you. But I can only do that once you stop resisting. And I can only fulfil my ultimate fantasy if you completely submit to me.”

I don’t know how to answer this. He’s right, of course. I did say that, and I do want to experience this level of submission. I want to experience this with him. He knows as well as I do that no one else can provide what he can where this subject is concerned. We both knew that from the very first time we fucked, even though we were hundreds of miles apart at the time.

I think it would be fair to say that my feelings towards domination and submission do not follow the conventional stereotypes, and this is something that he understands. He knows that I don’t want to wear a dog collar, a tail or be trussed up from top to toe like a turkey. Any pain involved needs to be the luscious, pleasurable variety as I have no desire to become a sadist’s plaything. Being called a slut, whore or similar is a total turn-off; I want to lose control, not my self-respect. My deepest desire is to experience the highest, purest level of feminine and masculine energies merging, and I know that my complete submission is required to reach that magical place.

I take a moment to compose myself and consider my options. I need to get him to change his mind about his plans for today, that’s for sure. So, since he’s used my desires to help his ...