Beyond My Control: Forbidden Fantasies in an Uncensored Age Read Online Free PDF

I give you permission. Now, close your eyes when in my presence, and in the meantime, fix me a drink.” When I returned with her drink, she pushed me to the ground and pressed my face to the floor with her foot. She ordered me to undress, and while I did, she unbuttoned her dress from the bottom. She whispered, “Kneel and kiss my cunt.” I could feel a dewy drop of precum easing from my prick. I dropped to my knees and felt the increasing warmth of her sex and the convergence of her beautiful strong thighs as I eased my head between her legs.
    I’ve asked her permission to marry her. So far, she hasn’t granted it. But I’m still hopeful. I would like to serve her for the rest of my life.

    We’ve found that as one sex changes, the opposite sex adjusts, not necessarily moving in tandem. Certainly, men’s erotic fan- tasies of being dominated by women are more prevalent today than ever. Domination and submission seem to have become a game between men and women, a continuation from the nurs- ery to the office to the bedroom of either sex being submissive or controlling.
    Men’s sexual arousal, imagining themselves groveling opposite the dominatrix (even after contending with bossy women in the workplace), was no doubt laid down in childhood, when the boy was malleable, soft clay. Many men are still reluctant to interfere with their wife’s domain. On some level he is probably afraid of her, too, as he was of his mother.
    Men’s fantasies of female domination come in all shapes and sizes. Oscar, a Canadian man, twenty-five years old, says, “I have always found women in ‘power suits’ attractive—even more so
    than in lingerie.” Many men and women write to me about sex- ual fantasies with authority figures, teachers, bosses, etc.

    Sean
    Forty-year-old Sean gives me a lighthearted account of being stripped and “pun- ished” by powerful women. There is no anger or resentment. There is no whisper of shame about these fantasies of submission to a woman. But then, they are confid- ing to a very sympathetic ear.

    I only became aware of women’s sexual assertiveness in the workplace when I started working for a hospital. In this environment, women outnumber men, and they liked to embarrass me about my sexual performance. Once, a woman plopped a picture of a naked man with a huge schlong entertaining a fully clothed woman on top of my workstation. One of the female employees was an ardent feminist who didn’t like men. I think she enjoyed giving orders to men and trying to intimidate them. At one of the first meetings I attended, she took her shoes off and started rubbing my leg under my pants. I tried to ignore it, not only because I was married, but because I knew in the long run, it would mess with my job.
    Boy, did I jerk off to that one. I’d fantasize that I’m asked to attend a meeting at work, the only man there in the department. After listening for two hours, my powerhouse female boss says, “We are going to do something different now.” She turns to me, “Have you ever heard of the concept of clothed females and nude males?”
    “Yes,” I say.
    “Well, the females are all clothed. Why aren’t you nude?” “Well,” I stammer.
    “Off with the clothes.”
    She says she wants my clothes off because, as her employee, I’m to give an honest evaluation of her work and the work of all her female coworkers. She wants the naked truth of how I worship them. If my worship is convincing, I will be allowed to orally satisfy my superiors. I grovel at each of their feet, praising them until they reveal their vaginas. With my tongue, I’m allowed to bring them to climax.
    I have a similar fantasy with my wife where she has a women’s meeting and I end up the lone naked “guest.”

    Warren
    in fantasies, weseemen circle women, one minute dominating them, the next being dominated by them. Warren, a solder in the army and a confirmed romantic, speaks of fear of women’spowerin reality. He believes this