I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the leather creaking beneath me as I gathered the courage to speak. Dr. Ava Collins, my psychologist, sat across from me, her hazel eyes warm and inviting behind her glasses. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed her face, and her intelligent gaze seemed to see right through me. At 54, she had a presence that was both calming and commanding, her great body and C cup breasts hinting at a confidence that made me feel safe yet intimidated. The office was cozy, with soft lighting and the faint scent of lavender, but my mind was anything but at ease.
“Carter,” she began, her voice steady and kind, “you’ve been quiet today. Is there something on your mind?”
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I had to say it. “Yeah, there is,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… it’s about my girlfriend. And me. There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, but I’m scared to bring it up.”
Dr. Collins leaned forward, her elbows resting on her desk, her fingers intertwined. “I’m here to listen, Carter. You know that. What is it?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “It’s about… pegging. I’ve been fantasizing about my girlfriend using a strap-on on me. But I’m terrified of how she’ll react. I mean, it’s not exactly a typical thing, right?”
She nodded slowly, her expression neutral but understanding. “Sexual exploration is a deeply personal journey, Carter. It’s natural to feel hesitant about sharing your desires, especially when they’re outside societal norms. But communication is key in any relationship. Have you considered just… asking her?”
I laughed nervously, running a hand through my hair. “Easier said than done, Doc. I mean, what if she thinks I’m weird? Or worse, what if she laughs at me? I’ve been using prostate massage toys on my own sometimes, and it feels amazing, but sharing that with her? It’s a whole different ballgame.”
Dr. Collins smiled gently, her hazel eyes softening. “Carter, the only way to know how she’ll react is to ask. It might feel scary, but think about the potential for growth—both for you and for your relationship. And remember, if she’s the right person for you, she’ll be open to exploring your desires with you.”
Her words resonated with me, but the fear still lingered. “I guess you’re right,” I mumbled, more to myself than to her. “But what if she says no? What if I ruin everything by even bringing it up?”
“Carter,” she said, her voice firm yet compassionate, “a relationship built on honesty and trust can withstand these conversations. If she’s not open to it, that’s her choice, but at least you’ll know. And if she is… well, think of the pleasure you could share.”
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I know you’re right. It’s just… it’s hard to put myself out there like that.”
Dr. Collins stood and walked around her desk, sitting on the edge of it, closer to me. Her presence was grounding, her scent—a mix of lavender and something uniquely her—filling my senses. “Carter, I’ve been a psychologist for decades, and I’ve seen countless people struggle with this exact fear. But I’ve also seen the incredible things that happen when they take that leap. You’re not alone in this.”
Her words gave me a sliver of courage. “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly. “I’ll think about it. Maybe… maybe I’ll bring it up with her.”
She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s all I’m asking. Take your time, but don’t let fear hold you back from something that could bring you both closer.”
The days that followed were a blur of anxiety and anticipation. Dr. Collins’ words echoed in my mind, urging me to take the leap. Finally, one evening, as my girlfriend and I lounged on the couch, I decided it was time. My heart raced as I cleared my throat, my palms sweating.
“Hey,” I began, my voice unsteady, “can we talk about something?”
She turned to me, her brow furrowed slightly. “Of course. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, sexually. It’s… it’s a bit out there, and I’m scared to even bring it up, but I trust you, and I want to be honest with you.”
Her expression softened, and she took my hand in hers. “You can tell me anything, babe. What is it?”
I paused, my throat tight. “I’ve been fantasizing about… about you using a strap-on on me. I know it’s not typical, and I’ve been using prostate massage toys on my own, but I’d really like to experience it with you. If you’re willing, of course.”
The room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging in the air. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, terrified of her reaction.
Then, to my astonishment, she smiled—a slow, knowing smile that sent a jolt of excitement through me. “You’ve been holding onto that, huh?” she teased, her voice gentle. “I had no idea, but… I’m flattered you trust me enough to share it.”
Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of hope. “Really? You’re not… weirded out?”
She laughed, a warm, infectious sound. “Not at all. In fact, I’ve always had a bit of a dominant side, and the idea of taking control like that… it’s kind of hot.”
My breath caught in my throat. “You’re serious?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Dead serious. I’ve never done it before, but I’m more than willing to explore it with you. It’s about pleasure, right? And if it brings you joy, I’m all for it.”
I felt a rush of gratitude and desire, my fear melting away. “Thank you,” I whispered, pulling her into a tight hug. “I was so scared to bring it up, but I’m glad I did.”
She kissed my forehead, her lips soft against my skin. “Communication is everything, babe. And now that we’re on the same page, let’s make this happen.”
The following weekend, we set aside time to explore this new territory. I had purchased a strap-on harness and a realistic dildo, my heart racing as I laid them out on the bed. My girlfriend entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight.
“You really went all out, huh?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
I shrugged, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “I wanted it to be perfect for us.”
She smiled, walking over to me and taking my hands in hers. “It already is perfect, because we’re doing this together. But before we start, I want you to know that I’m in control tonight. You’re going to submit to me, and I’m going to give you the pleasure you’ve been craving.”
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, my body already responding to her dominance. “Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, my voice submissive.
She guided me to the bed, pushing me gently onto my back. “Stay there,” she commanded, her tone firm yet playful.
I watched as she undressed, her body confident and alluring. She slipped into the harness, adjusting the straps until the dildo sat snugly against her hips. The sight of her standing there, her hazel eyes smoldering with desire, made my breath catch in my throat.
“You like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and husky.
I nodded, unable to speak, my cock already hardening at the sight of her.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, her weight pressing me into the mattress. “Good,” she purred, leaning down to kiss me deeply. Her lips were soft, her tongue teasing mine as she ground her hips against me, the dildo pressing firmly against my stomach.
“Turn over,” she whispered against my lips, her breath warm. “It’s time for your lesson in submission.”
I did as she commanded, flipping onto my stomach, my heart racing with anticipation. She positioned herself behind me, her hands roaming over my body, her touch both gentle and commanding.
“Relax,” she murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. “This is for your pleasure, and I’m going to make sure you enjoy every second of it.”
I felt her fingers trace the curve of my hips, her touch sending sparks of desire through me. She spread my cheeks, exposing my hole, and I shivered as her breath ghosted over my sensitive skin.
“You’re already wet,” she observed, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Eager, aren’t we?”
I moaned softly, my body trembling with anticipation. “Please,” I whispered, my voice desperate.
She chuckled, her fingers teasing my entrance, circling it slowly before pressing a single digit inside. I gasped at the intrusion, my body tightening around her.
“So tight,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “But we’re not rushing this. I want you to feel every inch of me.”
She withdrew her finger, replacing it with the tip of the dildo. I felt it press against me, the girth stretching me open, and I whimpered, my body arching slightly.
“Shh,” she soothed, her hand resting on my lower back. “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”
I took a deep breath, focusing on her words, and slowly, she pushed the dildo inside me. The sensation was overwhelming—a mix of fullness and pleasure that made my toes curl.
“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice gentle but commanding.
“So good,” I moaned, my voice hoarse. “More, please.”
She smiled, her lips brushing against my shoulder as she began to move, thrusting slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to the size of the dildo. With each stroke, she went deeper, her hips snapping against my ass, the harness creaking with the force of her movements.
“You’re taking it so well,” she praised, her voice laced with pride. “Such a good boy for me.”
Her words sent a rush of pleasure through me, my body responding to her dominance. I felt the dildo hit my prostate, and I cried out, my cock leaking pre-cum onto the bed.
“That’s it,” she encouraged, her pace quickening. “Let go for me, baby. Feel every sensation.”
I moaned, my body tense with pleasure, my muscles quivering as she reamed my ass with the strap-on. The sensation was indescribable—a mix of fullness, pressure, and release that had me teetering on the edge of orgasm.
“Please,” I begged, my voice broken. “I’m close.”
She chuckled, her breath hot against my ear. “Not yet, baby. I’m not done with you.”
She reached around, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in time with her thrusts. The combination of sensations was too much, my body overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Ava,” I gasped, my voice a plea. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Then don’t,” she commanded, her voice firm. “Let go for me, Carter. Give me your orgasm.”
Her words were my undoing. With a cry of release, I came, my body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. My cum shot onto the bed, my cock throbbing in her hand as she milked every last drop from me.
She continued to thrust, the dildo filling me completely, her dominance absolute. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice satisfied. “Feel how good it is to surrender to me.”
I moaned, my body boneless, my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience. She slowed her movements, eventually withdrawing the dildo, leaving me feeling empty and satisfied.
She collapsed beside me, pulling me into her arms, her lips pressing against my sweat-dampened hair. “You did so well, baby,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “I’m proud of you for sharing this with me.”
I smiled, my heart full, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “Thank you for being so open to it. It meant the world to me.”
She kissed me softly, her hazel eyes meeting mine. “This is just the beginning, Carter. We’ve only scratched the surface of what we can explore together.”
I nodded, my excitement building at the thought of what the future held. “I can’t wait to see where this takes us.”
As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I felt a sense of peace and fulfillment I hadn’t known was possible. Taking that leap of faith had been terrifying, but the reward—the pleasure, the connection, the trust—was worth every moment of fear. And as I drifted off to sleep, with Ava’s steady heartbeat lulling me into dreams, I knew that this was just the first chapter of our journey into the depths of desire and dominance.