DoItAgain1144
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- Jun 19, 2025
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We’ve been reconnecting after 20 years apart… emotionally, sexually, fully. We’re both married, so yeah, it’s complicated. But what we’ve found is something I’ve never had before: submission, control, and total trust. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. I’ve dreamed of exploring my dominant side for many years. Just never had the courage.
Yesterday, I told her we’d play a game. She works remotely and gets a few breaks during the day. I told her that when she had 4 minutes before a meeting, she should set a 2-minute timer and edge. no orgasm, just stimulation. If she behaved, maybe she’d earn release later. Maybe.
She obeyed. Sent me the screenshots of the timer like I asked. She’s hungry for the structure. For the rules. She’s a powerful person at work. I know his much she needs surrender. How much she doesn’t want to be in charge. I got 3 screen shots in the morning.
Later, she had a longer break. 15 minutes. I told her to call me. She audio called. “Audio? Really?” I hang up and video her right back before she can think.
“Hi.” I said.
“Hi…” pregnant pause.
“Two minutes,” I said.
She hesitated.
“Do it.”
She did.
I told her to stop. To wait. Then I told her to take off her shirt.
“Bra too.”
“Ugh, fine.”
That earned her a note for later.
I had her pinch her nipple. Then the other. Hard. Harder.
“Can you lick them yourself?”
“I think so?”
“Show me.”
She did.
“Two minutes.”
She hit the edge fast. “Stop.”
Another round. “My Teams notifications are blowing up,” she said. “I have to go.”
I told her I expected the screenshots anyway. She said I’d get them.
Later, we happened to both be in our cars, me heading to the store, her picking up her kids. She was in the daycare parking lot. We just talked about life, kids tv shows. How awesome Bluey is. Like old friends reconnecting.
“I really have to go in three minutes.”
“Oh… only three minutes left?”
She groaned. “Seriously? I’m in the daycare parking lot.”
“I don’t think you can tell me no, can you?” This wasn’t a command, it was me asking if she really thought she had it in her. I would listen. I’ve loved this woman for 20 years.
“Shit.”
“30 seconds. Go.”
Timer ends. “My face is bright red. I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I can. 30 more seconds.”
“I can’t. I’ll come in the parking lot.”
“Try again. 40 seconds. And don’t you dare come.”
I could hear her hitting the steering wheel, trying to hold it together. It was the most fun I’ve ever had.
Eventually, life took over. Dinner. Bedtime. A grieving friend of hers stopped by and needed to talk.
We reconnected around 11 PM. Just talking. At some point I interrupted:
“30 seconds.”
She was already close.
“Stop. Breathe.”
“I can’t take much more.”
“You don’t get to come until I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Try again.”
“Yes… Sir.”
Progress.
I made her beg. Made her earn it. I held the line.
And finally:
“Come for me.”
The noises she made… we dated years ago, and it was electric back then. I’ve never heard her like that. When it was over, all she could say was, “…Wow.”
Yeah. Same.
Yesterday, I told her we’d play a game. She works remotely and gets a few breaks during the day. I told her that when she had 4 minutes before a meeting, she should set a 2-minute timer and edge. no orgasm, just stimulation. If she behaved, maybe she’d earn release later. Maybe.
She obeyed. Sent me the screenshots of the timer like I asked. She’s hungry for the structure. For the rules. She’s a powerful person at work. I know his much she needs surrender. How much she doesn’t want to be in charge. I got 3 screen shots in the morning.
Later, she had a longer break. 15 minutes. I told her to call me. She audio called. “Audio? Really?” I hang up and video her right back before she can think.
“Hi.” I said.
“Hi…” pregnant pause.
“Two minutes,” I said.
She hesitated.
“Do it.”
She did.
I told her to stop. To wait. Then I told her to take off her shirt.
“Bra too.”
“Ugh, fine.”
That earned her a note for later.
I had her pinch her nipple. Then the other. Hard. Harder.
“Can you lick them yourself?”
“I think so?”
“Show me.”
She did.
“Two minutes.”
She hit the edge fast. “Stop.”
Another round. “My Teams notifications are blowing up,” she said. “I have to go.”
I told her I expected the screenshots anyway. She said I’d get them.
Later, we happened to both be in our cars, me heading to the store, her picking up her kids. She was in the daycare parking lot. We just talked about life, kids tv shows. How awesome Bluey is. Like old friends reconnecting.
“I really have to go in three minutes.”
“Oh… only three minutes left?”
She groaned. “Seriously? I’m in the daycare parking lot.”
“I don’t think you can tell me no, can you?” This wasn’t a command, it was me asking if she really thought she had it in her. I would listen. I’ve loved this woman for 20 years.
“Shit.”
“30 seconds. Go.”
Timer ends. “My face is bright red. I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I can. 30 more seconds.”
“I can’t. I’ll come in the parking lot.”
“Try again. 40 seconds. And don’t you dare come.”
I could hear her hitting the steering wheel, trying to hold it together. It was the most fun I’ve ever had.
Eventually, life took over. Dinner. Bedtime. A grieving friend of hers stopped by and needed to talk.
We reconnected around 11 PM. Just talking. At some point I interrupted:
“30 seconds.”
She was already close.
“Stop. Breathe.”
“I can’t take much more.”
“You don’t get to come until I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Try again.”
“Yes… Sir.”
Progress.
I made her beg. Made her earn it. I held the line.
And finally:
“Come for me.”
The noises she made… we dated years ago, and it was electric back then. I’ve never heard her like that. When it was over, all she could say was, “…Wow.”
Yeah. Same.
