Good day my lovely fans! It’s the first Saturday so you know what that means! Time to step away from the usual blog post and just have some great fantasy FUN!
The last few First Saturday’s I’ve been featuring feminization and sissification. Although a very popular subject it’s not all that I think of, or do.
So for today, a bit for the other “folk”. Those who appreciate the erotic nature of a Mind Fuck.

Today’s First Saturday Fantasy, is from yours truly. Or is it……… fantasy? You decide.

6’3″  salt n pepper hair. Blue eyes and a thousand watt smile. Solidly built, Clark ,had been treated like an Alpha Male all his life. Men wanted to be him. His heady bravado mesmerized women. And most Women wanted him in hopes to snag him. Most, that is. I watched as  he made his way around the room. His flirtatious nature and obvious flattery put him on my radar. But perhaps not in the same sense as he intended.

Now, he’s sauntering over to me. “Hey little lady”, which put a bitter taste in my mouth from the beginning. If I were five foot, or there about, it might have been taken as a simple acknowledgement of my size. But being just inches shorter than him in my heels, it was his insecurity his machismo that needs to make that point. Boorish.  I side glanced him, with a friendly “Hello” and sipped my martini looking bored. Undaunted and probably a bit confused that I didn’t fawn all over him like some of the other ladies here, he ramps up his approach. Amused, I listen.

Eyeing him for more than just a bed partner, and “being in a mood”, I begin to flirt back. He was very good looking, but I’m oft not too impressed with that. Spank bank material is all he is.  Sure I’d like to take a ride on that nice stud body, but that’s all. He’s too over the top, works too hard to impress. Experience tells me it stems from some kind of insecurity, some deep seated perceived weakness. So it wasn’t his Alpha status, those big blue eyes or his oozing sexuality which inspired me to interact. Now I wanted to know his weakness, what is he hiding?

Watching his body, along with his eyes. His words although plentiful were also filled tells,  information I needed to delve deeply into his psyche and allow my intuitive nature to use it to my full advantage. The banter increased, and noticing he’s not moving on, and continue mingling as per his MO. I continue with my encouraging looks and reply’s. Being bold and inviting with him, with my sensual wit. Soon, like many men, he felt it was within his rights to touch me.

So as we stood next to each other, I felt him sliding his arm around my waist. Pulling me close to his side. I turned out of his arm, and looking him directly in the eye I told him in a calm level voice. “I haven’t given you permission to touch me, what makes you think you can?”  His jaw dropped and a rush of embarrassment flushed on his cheeks. Not used to being talked to like this, from a woman. He was thrown off balance.

Now men will have one of two responses to this type of situation. Either they are embarrassed and act like pompous asses, or realize their overstep and apologize.

Clark, stammered “well I uh, we were flirting and thought ….it’s just a hug.. and well … I just thought”
A sly smile spreads across my face as I see him trying to come back to balance. I hammer back “You thought, you thought of nothing but yourself, humm? Now be a good boy, and ask for what you want”.

A quizzical look crossed his face, “um… Can I hug you?”

“Very good, and Yes I would enjoy that”.  As his huge meat hooks, wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, whispered “good boy”my hot breath on his neck raised goosebumps on his skin.

And so this new relationship started. With each “date” another lesson for Clark, as well as a reward. One date it was my soft foot in his crotch as we sat at dinner. Another, was ample view of my breasts. Then, to be able to touch those breasts. After about a month of this tantalizing tease, where I would always make sure that cock was hot, and hard before sending him away. And each night before doing so a delightful tease from my favorite lipstick. Dior. I made a point of applying, slowly sensually. Looking in the mirror as  he gazed on. Then for a wet good night kiss, that left him wanting more.

During this time he also dropped a lot of his false bravado. Just small adjustments in my behavior, taught his subconscious what pleased me and what didn’t. Perhaps I ignore his offering, or pout and look distracted as he droned on. Conversely I turned into exactly what he wanted, when he gave me what I wanted.  He was turning out to be pretty easily trained.

Then the time came. Tonight was the night, which I decided whether to continue the relationship or not. If he passed with flying colors, there’s a chance I would keep him around. If not, why bother?

Dressed in a short black skirt, sheer black stockings, low cut satin pink blouse and black patent leather heels.I call for him to enter when he rings the bell, he finds me in the entry at a mirror just touching up my lipstick. Smiles and a hug, I feel his cock rise and press against me as we greet.

I smile smugly. “I have a great evening for us, I do want to make sure we have a good time!” I lead him to the back of the house, a bistro set out under the stars, near the pool with a windless candle flickering on the table.

More flirting and fun through dinner.  I have him right where I want him.

Erotic Mind Fuck, want some?

Back in the bedroom, and I pour on the tease. Playing “ask please” with him. I slide my long hair away from my neck, sliding my fingers sensually down them, would you want to *kiss* I wink. “Yes, Please may I kiss your neck”. Yes, and his lips find their proper place. Sitting him at the edge of the bed, standing between his legs,I slide my hands over my full breasts, do you want to touch? “Yes, please”.

I frown and he corrects “Please may I touch your breasts”. So on and so forth until we are both naked, him hard and leaking.

With lustful kisses, I tease and toy with him, for hours. Knowing a male and a cock as I do, edging him again and again. With each edge, I apply my Dior lipstick and kiss him passionately.  Him between my legs, more lipsticked kisses. Pushing my breasts against his member as I apply and coo.
one, two then three hours of peaking that arousal and letting him cool off, he’s learned to be a very obedient boy. I orgasm one, two-three times that night.

Somewhere around hour four he begins to beg, and whimper. “please baby please”.

“Please what , lover?” I coo as I stroke his purple member.  “Please I need to cum”.

“Oh, as I softly giggle, you don’t need to cum, you want to cum hum?”  I pump my tight fist five times up and down that trembling panting pet before giving a firm swat.
“I will tell you want you need, though” I slip my leg over his pelvis sliding myself along him. Dior in my finger tips as I grind, and raise that flaming red stick above its rim. I lean forward inches from him.

Sniff………. and the intoxicating potion fills his senses, hitching up my hips, penetrating that trembling cock within me. I lay still, feeling him in me I paint my lips over and over and as the color blooms again on my lips I order him to cum. With barely a movement, his hips jerk and quake as my Dior laden lips meet his.

I kept him around for a bit after, mostly because  anytime I touch or apply my lipstick he becomes immediately aroused, lustful and submissive. I also increased his training and soon became an unknowing sub. You see , some if you mention Domination and Submission are ignorant to the reality of it all. Sure there can be a framework of “now you submit” like in a session. But on the other hand, if you act like a submissive and are treated and trained like one. Is the label of submissive really all that important? Not to all, and certainly not to me.

This was some years ago, and I did bump into him a few years later. He was very polite, and that machismo which seemed to be ever present had vanished.  When asked how he was, what he was up to, his face grew dark. Thoughtful. The silence hung in the air like a thick fog, and he said

“You still control me, Erika. It’s  not the same without you or the Dior. I’ve searched for another women. To know me as you did, to seduce and entrap me with her lipstick. I can’t escape the desire”