As I turned the corner onto our street, I could see my beautiful Mya standing out in front of the house with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. Before I could turn the car off, I saw her mouth moving and after turning the radio off, I could hear her muffled attempt at scolding me.
"Do you know how important this night is to my career?" she asked.
I smiled at her as I got out of the car with my arms behind my back. "Of course I do, honey, and I'm sorry I'm late." I said as I leaned in to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Her face softened and her lips slowly formed into a faint smile.
"I'm sorry for barking at you honey, I'm just so nervous." She confessed.
"You have nothing to be nervous about," I said, "there's no one on that panel more qualified than you, baby." From behind my back I pulled a small bouquet of tropical flowers and a small, gift-wrapped box.
"Oh, baby, you didn't have to!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around my neck to give me a squeeze.
"Awww shucks girl, keep that mess up and we're going to have to move this party inside before we come a part of someone's torrid sexual fantasy." I whispered as I felt the curve of her body press against mine. She let go way too soon and playfully punched me in the stomach.
"Down girl, we've got to get on the road if we're going to make it there on time." I tucked my head feigning a pout and followed her into the house.
"Honey, we've only got a few minutes before time to go, you go get dressed while I go put these in water." She said as she sat the box on the table and made a move toward the kitchen.
"Whoa, Nelly, I'm dressed" I said as I opened my leather overcoat to reveal a stylish crème pantsuit.
Picking up the box from the table and handing it to her again, I traded her for the flowers and suggested that she go and put on what was in the box while I put the flowers away. She gave me a suspicious look, took the box and headed upstairs.
I hurried into the kitchen, found a vase under the sink, added water and threw the flowers into it. I arrived at the bottom of the stairs just in time to hear her exclaim, "Toni, what the hell..."
When I appeared at the door, I saw her looking at the contents of the box with a puzzled look on her face. "Toni, I can't. This night it too important, I've got to be on my best behavior... I..." She gushed as I walked into the room. Without turning in her direction, silenced her by clearing my throat.
"Mya, I let the incident outside slide, but I assure you that I don't need a lecture. If you want to be on your best behavior, I suggest you start by behaving and doing what I ask without question. In the interest of time, I don't have time to stop and adjust your attitude, and unless you'd like me to make time, I think you'd better get moving."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mya quickly begin to unbutton her pants, slip out of her underwear and put on the underwear that were in the box.
Before she pulled up her pants she looked to me for approval. I walked over to her and ran my hands down her stomach until I felt the warmth of her pussy spreading through out the new panties. I pulled them snugly against her and heard a faint moan escape from her lips. I stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "Now see, how much nicer that is?" I asked. She nodded quickly. "Who knows best?" I asked.
"Toni knows best." She answered quickly.
Hearing that brought a smile to my lips, "Don't you ever forget it." I sighed. "Now get dressed and let's go!" I said sharply before giving her a light tap on the ass.
Mya is one of the top researchers involved in a very important project for the University of Arizona. We are going to a fundraising benefit so she can report the findings of her own individual research as well as sit on a panel to field questions from possible stakeholders after the group presentation.
She was right when she said it was a big night for her and she needed to be on her best behavior, but I, on the other hand, did not. Don't get me wrong, I love her and support her in all of her endeavors, and while I didn't intend to be disruptive, I did plan to let her know who's in control of her pleasure at all times.
See, Mya, with her high profile job and intense work environment enjoys the simpler side of life with me. While she's very capable of taking care of her self and making her own decisions she surrenders herself to me when she's in my presence. She knows that I would never do anything to hurt her and everything I do is to bring pleasure to her life and protect her. I lead, she follows, and we'd have it no other way.
The fundraiser proved to be just as boring as I thought it would be. A bunch of stuffed shirts with bad haircuts running around abuzz about the research Mya and her team had conducted. Mya and I were the only black faces in the crowd so it was easy to keep tabs on her from a far.
She looked so damn sexy even then, with her wild mane of curls pulled back tightly in a bun, horn rimmed glasses, and standard issue Men In Black, business suit. I was anxious to get started on our own personal festivities so I moved in closer to where she was standing and slipped my hand into the pocket of my pants. A smile slowly crept across my face as my hands closed around the little black devise hidden deep inside.
"Dr. Ferguson, please allow me to introduce you to Mya Anderson, the lead researcher on this project," I overheard someone say. Mya smiled, and extended her hand to greet the doctor.
"Pleased to..." she began, pausing briefly to clear her throat, "Excuse me... Pleased to meet you Dr. Ferguson." Even though she barely missed a beat, I knew that there was no frog in her throat.
She glanced around the room before her eyes found me about twenty feet from her. She nodded at me and I knew at the precise moment I pressed the remote; the crotch of her new panties came to life. She put her hands behind her back and appeared to be engrossed in what the good Dr. Ferguson had to say. I backed off and disappeared into the crowd waiting for my next opportunity to give her a "buzz".
During the dinner portion of the evening, Mya and I sat together along with some of her other colleagues at a table designated for us. There was little small talk as there were speeches and announcements being made all throughout the meal.
After dinner, while we waited for dessert to be served, I took the opportunity to buzz her again. This time, since we were seated, and the lights were dim, I decided to test her limits. I pressed the button and watched her stiffen a bit. I'm sure she thought I was going to just give her a quick buzz like I had before, but I didn't. I put the remote back into my pocket and folded my hands in my lap.
She looked at me wide eyed for a moment before facing forward. She knew she'd be out of line to protest, and bowed her head just a bit. Try as she might to conceal it, I could still see the slight increase in her rate of breathing.
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Does it feel good?"
"Yes it does." She replied with a slight tremble in her voice.
"I'm glad to hear it, but you better not cum" I whispered.
"Yes Toni". She replied.
She righted herself in her seat and tried to take her mind off the vibration and increasing wetness between her thighs. I wondered if she could keep it together if I was to allow her to orgasm. Being that I didn't know and didn't want our secret found out, I slipped my hands into my pocket and stopped the devise once again. A look of relief spread across her face and I knew that she was grateful as she was on the verge.
After dinner we took our cocktails out to the terrace to enjoy a quiet moment together and enjoy the moonlight. There were only a few other couples out there and they were a ways off from where we were standing, seemingly in their own world.
I spotted a dark corner of the terrace, finished my drink and grabbed her hand. Pulling her into the corner and out of sight, I made her face the wall. From behind, I guided her hands over her head, pressing her palms against the cold concrete.
"Don't move", I whispered.
Slipping my hand into my pocket, I closed my hand around the remote once again and in seconds I heard the faint buzz of the panties and a slight moan escape her lips.
Without skipping a beat, I slid my hands up the length of her body cupping her breasts with my fingers. Her breath trembled and increased as I manipulated her nipples with my fingers, alternating between a light touch and playful tweak. I felt her body sink against mine as an "Oh Toni" escaped from her lips.
With one hand I grabbed her bun and forced her head back so I could nibble on her ear and with the other I increased the intensity of the vibration.
"Oh Toni, I'm..." she began.
"No, you are not. I've taught you better than that. Now you hold it together until I say when. Understand?" I asked.
"Yes, Toni" she whimpered.
Skillfully with one hand I unzipped her pants and let them fall to the ground around her ankles. Tapping her on the leg lightly, she knew instantly to move her feet apart.
"Wider, Mya" I barked when it wasn't quite far enough.
Although open wide, she managed to spread her legs open a little further, leaving her completely open and exposed.
"Good girl, now lean back and show Toni that phat pussy."
Instantly Mya's hands slipped down lower on the wall as she bent over and pushing her ass and pussy toward me. It was dusk dark, but the in the moonlight I could see her moist panties forcing the lips of her pussy against them. I touched the moist material and smiled.
"Oh, Dr. Anderson. What a wet pussy you have." I commented, but she knew better than to respond.
I positioned myself behind her and took one last look around. We were virtually undetectable. I lowered my zipper, reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those who doesn't leave the house without it per say, but when I think I'm going to have a opportunity to put it to good use, I will strap up for the night.
With one finger I pulled her panties to the side and touched the tip of the cock to her pussy. I felt her body stiffen in preparation and decided to double her pleasure and my fun. I took the remote control devise from my pocket and turned it on full force. The stimulation to her clit caused her to push back even more and my cock slide deep inside her all the way up to the balls. Mya moaned quietly as she pushed back to meet my thrust. I grabbed her hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming it all the way in once again.
"Speak," I ordered.
"Oh my God, " she moaned.
"Aww, babygirl no need for name calling, just tell me that you like it."
"I like it, very much"
"You like it very much, what?" I asked popping her on the ass.
"I like it very much Toni." I held on tightly to both hips as rammed her pussy over and over while she did her best to suppress her moans of pleasure. With me pounding away inside her while the vibrator in her panties hummed on her clit, it's a wonder she didn't cry out and make a scene.
I leaned forward and captured a breast in each hand while thrusting the cock even deeper inside her. "That's it baby, " I panted, "give all that sweet pussy to me."
"Yess Toni, "she hissed indicating that she was getting close. I was too for that matter. Feeling her ass grinding against me was almost more than I could handle. I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall down around my knees, and she began to fuck me back with all of her might.
"I want to cum for you Toni." She murmured. "I want to.... Ohhh...."
I felt her tense up in front of me and I quickened my pace inside her. She shivered and shuddered nearly loosing her balance
"Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yessss." She whispered.
When her tremors began to subside, I slowly pulled out of her and turned off the devise. She waited patiently until I righted her underwear and pulled her pants back up to her waist. I was in the middle of pulling up my pants and repositioning my strap when we heard the announcement.
"Will the members of the research team please return to the stage?" a voice over the loudspeaker called.
Mya gasped, "Toni, that's me." I turned her around to face me. Her eyes had begun to water and her make up was a little smudged.
"Go clean yourself up, and then do your thing." I told her.
"Yes Toni" she responded and walked away smoothing her clothes and her hair. I lit a cigarette in an effort to get myself together. It was an incredible turn on to control her in public. Every time she said "Yes Toni" I felt my clit stiffen.
By the time I got back into the convention hall, my beautiful Mya was sitting on a panel with her colleagues prepared to field questions about their research findings. She looked so beautiful with her hair pulled back in the bun, neutral colored make up, and prim and proper suit... Perfectly controlled, schoolmarm on the outside, submissive, sexy, and eager to please her "daddi" on the inside. I'll never forget the day the “dom” in me met the “sub” in her. It was a day that forever changed our lives, for the better.
We dated for a while after meeting online in an email discussion group called Lesbian Sistahs United. Her intelligence was apparent from her highly intellectual well thought out responses to the group's discussions.
When she joined the group her bio said she was a researcher and there was nothing spectacular about it, but I was still intrigued. Even though I hate to be contacted out of the blue from a stranger I decided to take a chance and IM her to see if she would chat with me.
ToniDaTiger: Good Evening
SynceGeek: Yes it is
ToniDaTiger: (chuckling 2 myself) I like that
SynceGeek: Pardon me? Might I ask what it is you like about the three words I just said to you?
ToniDaTiger: I like the fact that in those three words you let me know that you have your guard up, you aren't in the mood for any mess, and you really don't want to chat but you didn't want to be totally rude and not respond at all so you though you'd barely respond and hope I got the hint.
SynceGeek: Wow, all of that from three words? Yet you continue to talk to me? A Psychic and a Sadist?
ToniDaTiger: More like intuitive and not easily discouraged. My name is Toni.
SynceGeek: I gathered that was the case or you really like cereal.
ToniDaTiger: Tough day?
SynceGeek: Why do you ask?
ToniDaTiger: I can't believe you're this cynical and crisp normally.
SynceGeek: Believe it, intuitive guy like you should've sensed that.
ToniDaTiger: Ahh, that may be true, but I'm not a guy and my woman's intuition tells me that you aren't.
SynceGeek: Oh, I'm sorry!
ToniDaTiger: I sensed
SynceGeek: Touche'. Pleased to meet you Toni, my name is
ToniDaTiger: Mya
SynceGeek: Right... You knew this because???
ToniDaTiger: I am a member of LSU. I don't talk much so you probably haven't seen a whole lot of posts from me, but I read all of yours.
SynceGeek: Oh, okay. Nice to meet you Toni:)
ToniDaTiger: Oh, now it's nice to meet me? Did someone just open a can of Cynical Crispness remover?
SynceGeek: LOL!
ToniDaTigier: Ooh, I got a laugh. That's always a good sign.
We continued to chat online for a while taking our time to learn more and more about each other. About six months into our "cyber friendship", we decided to exchange telephone numbers and talk on the telephone. Our first telephone conversation lasted eight and a half hours!
It was so good to finally put a voice to the words I'd been reading on the screen. After about a month or two of telephone conversations we decided to take the relationship a step further and meet for dinner. We lived about an hour away from each other so we met each other halfway at an upscale steakhouse in Scottsdale called Houston's.
I remember getting to the restaurant early and positioning myself inside one of the adjoining shops. She walked up looking at her watch and taking nervous glances around, but she was breathtaking. 5"9', with a light complexion brown wild natural curls were down but pulled back off of her face and I could tell she wasn't used to them being free. She wore a standard issue MIB (Men in Black) suit and a sensible heal and I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to see her in something a little more pleasing to the eye.
She was busy watching cars go by, trying to get a glimpse of me when I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to face me for the first time. She smiled brightly and gave me a quick hug and we proceeded to go have dinner.
I could tell that she was a little taken aback by me opening the door for her and how I guided her to our table with my hand at the small of her back. I pulled out her chair, ordered and ordered the wine in a flash.
Never at a loss for conversation, she and I had a great time just as we always had. We talked, ate some good food and even took a short walk taking a moment to take in some of the sites of the area before heading to our cars. I made sure she got to hers safely; I gave her a hug and stayed around to ensure she got off okay.
I told her to call me when she got home so I know that she arrived there in one piece. About 45 minutes after we said goodbye in person, my telephone rang and she was home safe. We had several more dates just like that and while I sensed that she wanted more, before I took that step with her, I wanted her to know just what that entailed.
It was a Saturday night, and we both had late nights at work. It was late August a midst the rainy season and I was in rare form. "Hey Mya, you sleeping?" I asked when I heard a sleepy voice answer.
"Mmm, no Toni, not really, just relaxing. How are you tonight?" she asked.
"You mean this morning, right? " I smiled, "It's after midnight, Mah. I'm doing fine and you?"
"Doing fine, it's good to hear your voice." I chuckled to myself about her guarded way of saying that she missed me.
"Ah, so you missed me?" I asked.
She was hesitant. "Well, I guess."
"You guess? A'ight then call me back when you know." I said matter-of-factly and I hung up the telephone.
Seconds later, she called back, apologetic and a little stunned. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you, please forgive me. I do... I do miss you."
"That's better." I said.
"It's just that I don't want to appear to be all wrapped up in you when I don't really know how you feel about me." She explained.
"Why don't you know?" I asked.
"Because we've talked on the telephone, gone on dates and you haven't so much as tried to kiss me."
"Oh I see, so the fact that we've gone on dates and talked on the telephone is nice but true expression of affection is physical?" I asked.
"No, I didn't mean it like that." She stammered.
"Oh, but that is how you said it. The fact that I choose to spend time with you, treat you with respect and act like the perfect gentlewoman that I am is fine, but you want to really want is a little action, huh?" I inquired.
"No, really I appreciate your being respectful I just..." She began.
I felt kind of bad because I knew what she was trying to say, but I had to push her a bit to make sure that she was ready to go to the next level. The truth of the matter was that she appealed to me even before I saw her face or heard her voice, but I had to be sure that she was the woman I thought she was. Needless to say the passed the test with flying colors.
"It's just what, Mya?" I said casually lowering my voice. "You want me to touch you don't you?" The line was silent at first. I don't think she'd ever been asked such a direct question about her desires before and I needed to ensure she was in a safe place so she could be honest with herself and me. "It's okay babygirl, you can say what your feel."
"Do you think about it, when we are together what it might feel like for me to kiss you? Touch you?" I asked with a theatrical pause. "Taste you?"
"Yes." She admitted quietly.
Just as I suspected, behind the tight French twists and horn-rimmed glasses was a woman just waiting for someone to give her permission to release. So wrapped up in her quality controlled lifestyle she'd suppressed her sexual desires so long she had difficulty letting them out even in times when it was appropriate.
I stepped out on a limb and hoped she wouldn’t leave me hanging. " I bet the thought of me touching you right now is making you wet, isn't it?"
Ahh, the art of the closed ended question. Giving her the opportunity to express herself but not pushing her to go into a deep explanation and talk herself out of what she truly feels because it's not proper and out of control.
"Yes," she answered. The hollow breathiness of her voice indicated to me that this line of questioning was making it difficult for her to control her answers and more so her emotions.
"You wish I were there, don't you? Kissing you, tasting you, loving you. Like a juicy peach on a hot summer day you're just waiting for my mouth to capture you and release your sticky nectar as it spills out of you onto my face and dribbles down my chin. "
"Uh huh." She murmured.
"I want to you lay down where you are right now and keep your hands down by your side. " I ordered.
"Okay." She answered. I could hear her doing just as I asked as over the phone and when her movements quieted I continued.
"You like being told what to do, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes." She answered.
"That's good because it turns me on to tell you what to do, and it turns me on even more when you give me the power to make you feel as good as we both know you want to feel. You want to please me don't you?"
"Yes I do." She answered.
"Yes, what?" I asked.
"Yes Toni." She answered.
Over the course of the next two hours, using only her imagination and the sound of my voice Mya succumbed to my verbal ministrations and as an orgasm rippled through her body, for the first time in a long while, she followed someone else's lead and it felt good to her. Now years later she's the picture of obedience and respect and loved by me.
As I sat and watched her sit on the panel, I wanted so much to play with her but I for her sake I couldn't risk it. One of the things that I always promised her is that I would never let the nature of our relationship and the roles of our relationship run over and ruin things that were important to us.
If the stage had microphones or the microphones on the stage picked up the sound of our secret toy, it would be very embarrassing for us both so I waited with baited breath until it was over knowing I would get my chance when we got home.
After the panel, the function was pretty much over. Mya said goodbye to her counterparts and within about 20 minutes we were back in the car on the way home.
"I'm so very proud of you Babygirl, you really did your thing up there. It makes me proud to know I am in love with such and accomplished, beautifully intelligent woman."
"Thank you Toni." Mya blushed.
We arrived home just before midnight. Both of us exhausted by the evening's events retreated to the master suite and a candle lit bath for two. As we settled into to bed for the night I held her in my arms and kissed her on top of the head before drifting into a dreamless sleep. After all when you have a woman like Mya willing to do anything, anytime, anywhere, you don't need to dream.
The End

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