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I guess that answers the question about what she’d think of my body hair.
“Would you like me to stop there, or continue, princess?”
This time, I will make her respond directly to the question. A chest is one thing, but a man exposing himself to a woman who hasn’t given explicit consent is not something I’m willing to overlook.
She looks away—to the side, not down this time—nibbling on her lip for a moment. I haven’t moved, giving her time to make her decision. I don’t prompt her either. I won’t do anything to coerce her in either direction. This will be all up to her.
When she faces me once again, she nods. “Y-yes, Sir. Continue, please,” she stutters but recovers.
“Very good girl,” I praise. “Earlier, I let you choose how to define the word ‘bottoms.’ I gave you the choice to keep your panties on, and I’m going to give you the choice now whether or not you’d prefer I match you and keep my underwear on, or if you want to see all of me.”
For some reason, this question makes her much more fidgety than the previous, and her face morphs into an expression that clearly says “well… FML.” This choice is harder for her to voice than if she wanted me to undress at all.
Is it because… before I was more specific with my question, she was going to have me make the decision, like I allowed her to do?
Or is it because she knows exactly what her answer is, but she’s too ashamed to admit it?
I can tell by her quick glances down between my legs what she’d been hoping I would choose as my definition of “bottoms.” But instead of leaving it up to me, she’s the one who has to voice her desires. And this time, I won’t be teasing a response out of her.
We’re at a standstill. The longer I stay dead-silent and unmoving, the more uncomfortable she grows, until I sense her panic rising and not just a little nervousness. So I give in just enough to startle her out of her spiral. “Which is it, little one? Underwear on or off?”
She jumps on the lead like I was hoping she would, using the opportunity to state her multiple choice answer instead of having to come up with something to fill in the blank herself. “Off, Sir.”
I bounce my eyebrows once as I tell her, “Off it is,” just to get her to smile, wanting this part to feel more like a fun discovery, getting to see each other this way for the first time, instead of overtly sexual and heavy, as if to lead to a night of hot sex. It might seem counterintuitive, but it’s my way of keeping my promise to make us both “behave” tonight.
It’s also an attempt to keep things light when she sees my cock for the first time, which is anything but.
Not being conceited, just facts.
In my younger years, I was one of those guys who posted dick pics. Even set one as my profile picture for a while, because that’s what it seemed like everyone was doing. I learned pretty quickly it did not attract the sort of attention I wanted. Quite the opposite, actually—like for example, lots of propositions from men. And I even had some subs tell me they weren’t interested because they didn’t want the “huge responsibility” of keeping a man of my size properly serviced.
They took pity on me, women who had been in the community for much longer than I had, when I asked what exactly that meant. Basically, they said a Dom with such a big dick could be daunting, depending on how much sexual activity he’d require from a sub. It took no time for me to understand once they said it, because girlfriends in the past would need breaks from sex in order to recover. I learned quickly after I lost my virginity that I’d have to educate myself on how to fuck without unintentionally hurting someone. I had to pay special attention to a partner’s reaction to everything we did, how deep I could go, how fast and how hard—which all men should do with each and every partner throughout their life, but to my knowledge, most men don’t have to worry about bruising a woman’s uterus or ripping the walls of her vagina when they’re not even being slightly rough.
During my self-education, I saw many women complain that it seemed men with larger-than-average penises relied completely on their size, thinking they didn’t need any sort of technique or skill to “bring to the table, since they were providing all the meat”—a line I read that really stuck with me.
And I decided right then and there I would not be one of those well-endowed guys who didn’t know how to wield the potentially powerful weapon he was blessed with—a line I came up with on my own, since I’m a proud nerd who, to this day, plays Dungeons and Dragons when the opportunity arises.
