She rolled her eyes again.
“Make up your mind! Are you a tough dom or am I getting some friends together and we are all sitting on your face?”
He sighed and frowned and pounded on the table a little as he stood up.
“I’m both! I can be both. Listen, there are a lot of ways to do things. I want to be sat on and smothered with pussy. Is that so weird? But I don’t want any of the humiliation parts I always see in the porn. I just want to be overcome with pussy!”
She mulled that over.
“Okay, okay, calm down. That’s good information. So we just sit on your face-” she started.
“And, like you can all sit all over me generally, like on my legs and my chest and so on-on my dick if you’re cool-” he added, but she rolled her eyes and interrupted.
“Okay, right, but we don’t humiliate you about it and we don’t hurt you or anything?” She asked, refilling her coffee mug.
He cocked his head.
“Well, I mean, you can hurt me. I mean, you can pull my hair and maybe punch me and stuff. You know I like being caned on my legs and stuff,” he corrected.
She eyed him.
“But don’t hurt my balls,” he added quickly.
She nodded and sighed.
“Okay, well, I don’t know if all our friends will want to do it if they can’t be at least tease you a little and be mean,” she said with a shrug.
“Teasing is fine! I love teasing. And mean is great, just not, like calling me stupid or making fun of my dick or stuff like that. You can all, talk about me like I’m not there, tease me, tie me down and not let me eat your pussies for a while until I beg to. I mean, as long as you eventually let me. You can hit me-just not in the balls. You can smother me so I almost suffocate. You can pull my hair and yell at me that I’m not doing it right, force me to do it different ways, make me eat your ass, you know all kinds of stuff.”
She was smiling when he looked back up at her. She walked over and put a pen and pad in front of him.
“You write it all down for me, like a good boy. You write down everything you want and everything you don’t want and I’ll see if I can get it for you for your birthday,” she said, hugging him and pressing his face between her breasts.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and let his face rest in her softness, taking a deep breath.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“Thank you, what?” she asked.
She liked when he was vulnerable. She liked when he asked for what he wanted. She took his hair in her hand and pulled his face from between her breasts.
He smiled, embarrassed.
“Say it for me,” she whispered, moving so that one t-shirt covered nipples slipped across his cheek.
His cheeks went red.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he mumbled.
She felt her whole body shiver a little.
“One more time. No mumbling,” she said, a little breathless.
“Thank you for trying to make my fantasy come true for my birthday, Daddy,” he said, looking her in the eyes.
She let out a little growl and moved so her nipple was at his lips.
“You are going to have to practice. Maybe right here on the kitchen floor,” she said, pulling his hair again.