Flipping Dominance
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Greydog75

Flipping Dominance Greydog75

I had never before met her but knew of her, she was I suppose, my new sister-law, my daughter's new mother-law. I was not sure what to expect, I had seen pictures but never spoken to her, so I was unprepared for the response I got when my daughter introduced us. She had previously told me that her future mother-in-law was ‘Matriarchal', and really made a big fuss of her.

She also said that on visits to their home she was treated like a ‘Princess', and that her future husband, like his father, seemed ‘in awe' of his mother. She was good looking, not very tall, but very shapely and very striking. She had a very strong tone in her voice when she spoke those first words in reply to my, "Hello, I'm pleased to meet you". She said, "And I, am pleased to meet you, so I expect you will please me when I need you to!" That was not the normal sort of casual sentence that I had anticipated, but I mumbled something and shook her firm hand lightly. I remembered how my daughter had said how welcoming she had been to her, and I had gladly thought that as a couple, they would be fine together, after the marriage. I didn't have a chance to talk to her again after the wedding, at the reception, when as people started to mingle she appeared at my shoulder and said, "Get me a Campari then come over there, we need to sit and have a quiet chat about things". It was a normal sort of thing to say to someone you knew well but we had only just met and she made it sound like an imperial decree.

I went along with it and went to the bar and got her drink and got a small beer for myself. As I approached her seated there, I could see she was dressed in a chic, short, black cocktail dress, and black patent stilettos. She sat waiting and watching me as I approached carefully carrying her drink. "You will have to learn to react faster next time you know, if we are to get on," she said in a firm voice. I was confused, and a little annoyed, as she motioned me to a chair slightly to her left side and sitting sideways on to her as she sat with her elegant legs folded to the left with the right foot tucked behind the left ankle. The chair that she sat on was higher than mine was and I felt a bit like a boy in front of his teacher! She was pushing her luck with me at that point; because I don't normally like being ordered around! She flexed her right foot and the heel of her right stiletto slipped off and on again. The movement took my eyes and she saw what I was looking at. "So you are a foot boy are you"? She asked. I looked up into her face as I tried to find an answer. "I don't know what you mean", I stammered. "Okay then, I'll tell you", she announced firmly. "You are fascinated by ladies feet and shoes, especially high heels, and these stilettos are making you excited, aren't they"?

I was going to deny it, but as she spoke she moved her legs and extended the shoe towards me and pointed the shiny toe at my groin. It was bulging out as my manhood reacted to her sexuality. "Turn towards me now and I'll enlighten you about how things are to be", she confided, and I moved closer as requested. I was glad to turn myself and hide my erection from as many onlookers as possible. She turned slightly towards me and extended her right foot to rest the shiny stiletto on my right thigh with the heel just touching the bulge in my trousers. "You need to understand that I expect honesty and openness in your answers to all questions, and immediate actions to my requirements, all right"? She inquired, as she nudged my manhood with that lethal metal spike and made a threat out of what could have been a sexual caress.

"Yes, of course", I said in a quiet voice trying not to move suddenly, and wishing I could control my basic instincts of arousal. "I think you should fit in quite well with the others in the family now, so go and find my husband. He is somewhere keeping your wife amused, and tell him I want him to bring your wife and join us", was her instruction and I realised that she had said ‘tell and not ‘ask', so he was very well controlled. I waited as she slowly moved her foot away from my privates and allowed me to safely move from my vulnerable position. I stood up and left briskly as she snapped, "Hurry now, I'm waiting". I thought that this was developing into an interesting situation. I found my wife chatting with her husband and some other guests and as he saw me coming he murmured something to them, and the two detached from the group and turned to face me. He knew what had been happening to me. I said, "You wife sent me to find you, she is waiting for us over there". He nodded and walked briskly towards the area of the room I had indicated.

My wife wanted to stroll more slowly, but I took her arm and suggested that we catch him up. She looked at me and was obviously puzzled by the expression of alarm on my face, but didn't argue. We caught him up as he reached her and she motioned my wife to take the chair I had vacated, telling him to go and get some more drinks, but to take his time, whilst they talked. "You can go with him and help", she told me over her shoulder as she turned to face my wife. I saw the surprised look on my wife's face as I took this instruction without a word, and went to comply. When we returned after about 5 minutes the two ladies were deep in conversation but obviously getting on well with lots of smiling and touching between them. "Come on organise yourself, and get a small table with a couple more chairs sorted out", she admonished him, as he gave them their drinks. My wife was watching with a slight smile on her face as he turned to do her bidding, and I understood she was getting a demonstration of how to control a husband.

"Right, now I have just been getting to know this charming lady", she said to us both, and then looking directly at her husband said, "I will expect you to respect her wishes as you do mine, from now on, in all things". He glanced at my wife and without looking directly at his wife's face said "Yes Ma'am". "Good, now show her how good you are at foot massage, I expect her feet could do with some pampering, I know my will benefit from some soon," she replied. He got up from his chair and knelt down at my wife‘s feet, gently removed her shoes and taking her feet in his hands started giving them a massage. I could tell it was good because she immediately leant back in her chair and closed her eyes in absolute bliss as he worked first on one foot then the other. His wife prodded me with the pointed toe of her patent stiletto and said, "Now we must leave them to it for the time being, I have a need for you upstairs". I looked at my wife but she was too immersed in the enjoyment of the foot massage to care what was happening to me, and I knew I was doomed to be taken upstairs by this terrifyingly dominant woman. She stood, turned and strolled off, calling over her shoulder, "Bring the drinks". I took a glass in each hand and hastened to catch up with her.

I wondered if I might try to get her to see me as an individual, not just ‘one of those men'. I would have to be careful to get under her guard, but hoped my experiences of dealing with various previous women acquaintances would work to my advantage. She seemed to expect everyone to ‘roll over' at her command, and whilst I didn't want to make an enemy, I would like to try to be equal at least! As we reached the lift she casually said, "Fourth floor", which I took to be an instruction to push the lift call button for her. I managed it by holding a glass between my arm and my body, but she didn't offer to help, she just expected me to wait on her hand and foot. Perhaps a good indication of what was intended. I followed her into the lift when the doors opened and waited for her next instruction.

She just nodded and I pushed the button for the fourth floor and waited quietly for her next instruction, I was falling straight into this submissive role as though it was normal. As the doors opened she strode ahead of me, leading the way to a door and opening her bag she handed over a passcard for me to open the door for her. Again I did the trick of gripping the glass with my arm and managed to slide the card through. The door opened and I followed her into the large room. She went to the large armchair and sat, elegantly crossing her ankles, but showing a lot of thigh when her short cocktail dress rode up. She motioned with her hand to put down the drinks on an occasional table and then pointed to the floor immediately in front of her. I did as she bid and knelt at her feet.

I felt completely under her influence and without any ability to make my own decisions. She lifted an elegantly shod foot up to my eye level for me to inspect and said;" Do you like these shoes?" "Do you want to feel them and perhaps touch my feet?" "Yes please", I said without a moments thought. She smiled and said, "It was obvious from the first time I saw you that you checked ladies feet and footwear, when you initially see them, and that is a sign I recognise." "I spoke to your wife about that, and because she had not noticed that you had been showing all the submissive signs of a good foot slave, she didn't recognise it, or use you properly." "I have promised her that I will do some basic training and help her to develop you to properly serve her." "Now remove my shoes and stockings, carefully now, and start massaging my feet." "You have just seen how it relaxed your wife, when done well and I will expect or accept, no less, so you had better try to impress me."

She made these threats without any clue as to the way that she could enforce them but I was so willing to try to please her so I didn't really need threatening. I gently eased off those beautiful shoes and carefully laid them reverently to one side neatly standing on the carpet. They were beautifully made, light and sexy, with a low cut front to show toe cleavage, a very thin stiletto heel that ended in a round metal button, and made from a fine patent leather that shone in the light. I reached up those wonderful legs to above mid thigh to find the tops of the hold up stockings that I could just see under the skirt that puffed up in places. No garter belt, just hold ups with a lacy top. Using both palms I gently rolled the stocking down to the knee on one leg and then did the same to the other.

I looked up to that beautifully made up face and she was lying back with her eyes closed obviously enjoying my ministrations. I went back to the first leg again and rolled the stocking down to the ankle before again doing the second one the same. I was deliberately taking every opportunity to gently caress the delicate skin in any of the erogenous areas I could touch, particularly around the back of the knees and the inside of the thighs.

She didn't open her eyes but moved her hips side to side, and said in a quiet voice, "Oh do get on with it, it's wonderful but you are taking too long and I'm might get too excited where I shouldn't". I didn't speak, but ignoring her request, I concentrated on using a light gentle touch to continue removing her stockings very, very slowly. She moved her bottom sideways in the chair and whilst moving her feet opened her legs more as though she were settling herself more comfortably in the armchair.

I completed removing the stockings and placed them on her shoes to one side and now I thought she was ready for the part she had not planned. I tenderly started rubbing my fingers across the balls of her feet. Delicately, I lightly trailed my fingers up and under her toes noticing her toenails were painted the same scarlet colour as her fingernails and lips. I gently applied pressure on the soles of her feet, rubbing back and forth whilst occasionally allowing my fingers to come up over the toes and gently massage the sides of her foot. ‘Hmmmmm that's lovely' she whined, lying back further so that her feet now stretched tentatively across towards my crotch as I knelt subserviently before her. Nervously glancing up and down her body, I saw that the further she slid down, the further up the hem of her skirt rode. Her bottom was just perched on the edge of the chair now. I carried on rubbing, up and down. Side to side. I was sure I could hear a slight moaning. ‘The other one, don't forget the other one...' was all she could say as she continued to lay back. I was now feeling braver and braver.

I started to rub the other foot. I spent some time massaging her right foot and then her left. I seemed like a long time but I knew I had to get it right. I did the best I could, with gentle fingertip pressures under her arch and around the ball of her foot. Her feet were beautifully soft had a perfumed aroma. I kept glancing up and monitored her reactions so that I was sure she was enjoying my ministrations before I commenced my next planned actions.

I gently ran my right hand fingertips up the inside of her right leg, dallying behind the knee, in what I had found to be an erogenous zone. I continued to use my left hand on her right foot and ankle. I added gentle light kisses to her shin, as I went up her leg and reached her soft thigh, before continuing up her thigh until I touched her panties. I lightly stroked my hand around and found that they were damp, and as I touched her private zone she moved against my fingers, perhaps trying for relief, but I moved lightly away and worked my fluttering fingers around to the outside of her left leg and up to her hip.

I replaced my fingers with a soft kiss on her damp mound. I glanced up to her face and she was still relaxed with her eyes shut. I gently moved my second hand up the same route on the leg and after lingering in the same areas, arrived at a position where I put both my hands on her hips. My thumbs were busy very gently stroking the front of her lower stomach, reaching as near as they could to her damp area of panty. I continued to kiss her mound and then started to tongue the groove through her panties. She started moving her hips as I touched her, and although still with her eyes shut, she was starting to work her body around. I hooked my middle fingertips in the lacy material at both sides of the panties and slowly but smoothly moved them down. She lifted her backside to allow them past and with her own hands lifted her black dress up to her waist.

I now had direct access to her clitoris. She was showing ‘willing', perhaps subconsciously, and she tried to finger herself as she sought relief. I kissed her clitoris, and she murmured some sort of sign of contentment. Whilst regularly placing kisses and licks to her mound, I slid her black lacy panties off over her toes and placed them with her stockings on her shoes. She was now trying to reach herself with both hands but my face was in the way. Then I gently took her hands away from her sex and laying the heel of my hand flat on it I applied a gentle motion up and down. I moved up alongside her knees and knelt on the carpet looking down on the sexual centre of this sexual woman. I gently inserted my right index finger into her and felt up inside to try to find a ‘G-spot'. It took a few moments of experimentation, but when she suddenly reacted I knew I had found the right area. She seemed to push into it and as I moved my hand away a fraction, her hot pubes followed so I continued, until she slowly and easily slid off of the chair onto the carpet, wriggling after my hand and still seeking relief.

I pushed the armchair to one side so that she was flat on the carpet. The movement had caused her dress to ruck up above her waist. Keeping the one hand going gently, I moved up her body until I was kneeling beside her, by her waist and using my free hand undid the side zip on the black dress. I slipped it up over her chest as she moved to permit me, and higher to reveal her lacy uplift front-fastening bra. During the partial disrobing I didn't think she had a clue what was going on (or off), being so caught up in her desire for fulfilment and trying to satisfy her urgent feelings. Now for the big test of how far I could go. I knelt up and spread her legs, and positioning myself kneeling inside her knees. She was shaking her head about and moaning quite noisily but still with her eyes shut. My hand, which was working on her clitoris, still kept her own hands from giving herself any chance of relief. I undid the centre clasp on the front of her bra, one-handed, and it fell away to the carpet as her breasts were released.

I leant forward up her body and lay against hers and her hands were now denied access to her clitoris by the bra and my body, as I gently kissed her nipples and ran my teeth over them very carefully. She was now starting to ‘hump' me with her hips as I covered her, and I reciprocated by pressing back. I slipped the unzipped dress up past her head, capturing her arms and holding them within the dress above her head on the carpet. She still didn't seem to be aware of anything at all, apart from her desire for sexual relief that I was controlling now. She continued to rub herself against me, lifting her bottom up from the floor to try and grind into me. I put both hands on her breasts, and started to gently massage them. Everything I was doing had to be gentle and slow if I was to be successful in my aim. The nubs of her breasts reacted by becoming hard and pointed, I teased and pinched the nipples, and at that point she seemed to realise that her arm movements were now restricted and I was in that position on top.

She opened her eyes and blinked, as all this became apparent to her; it was not how she had planned it. I changed my position to kneel beside her waist and also changed my area of experimentation to her clitoris. I started to mouth it, sucking and tonguing it. She was very wet now and if I continued she would probably orgasm, so I continued, and even started to tease her nipples with one hand whilst reaching through to touch her sphincter with the other. I was working on all areas to give her as much erotic pleasure as I could. Her basic desires had let her down and now she had a serious sexual need that she urgently wanted to satisfy. She started rotating and bucking her hips to achieve her goal, but I rode her like a skilled jockey, keeping on top, just keeping her under control. Inserting my tongue and using my lips to excite her she was really getting excited now. She came suddenly, she was a ‘gusher', and I had heard of them, but never experienced one like this. She flooded an area of the carpet and soaked my face at the same time. I crawled up her body and looked down at her. She lay there looking back, perhaps slightly embarrassed at her loss of control, still looking exquisite. I tenderly kissed her lips and so transferred some of her cum from my face to hers. She opened her mouth and responded by passionately kissing back, smearing both our faces with cum and make-up.

When I moved up, I had replaced my tongue with my middle finger of my right hand and was again searching for the "G-spot". I wanted her to be orgasming again, and again. As I located it again she again responded by raising her hips to wards my ministrations. I worked at it and as she tensed up again, I felt I was getting somewhere near it. As she started to approach a climax, I eased off and taunted her by not bringing her off immediately, and then I did encourage her again, before shying away again. It was hard to keep her ‘on the edge' and I failed to manage it for long, soon she climaxed noisily, as she came again. But just on my hand this time and probably less gushing. She rolled her hips and tried to get her arms free. "Oh please, you don't know what effect you are having," she pleaded quietly. I hoped I knew something of it, but didn't want to get into a conversation, so I just concentrated on getting her to try orgasm as much as possible.

I wanted her to come to orgasm several times, but it had to be under my control if I was to succeed. I hoped I was going to get her to keep on climaxing, so I continued to finger her and she was again nearing another orgasm, before I denied her immediate satisfaction. I was deliberately making her struggle to achieve it. She seemed to be slowing down now and I felt it was time to return to the tongue and suck method, and it worked. After a bit, I admit, but eventually she did climax again and then lay recumbent on the carpet.

She seemed spent and I hoped it was a sign that she was worn out mentally as well as physically. I wanted to milk her of her arrogance and her strength, before I progressed to my next phase. All this sexual activity with her was having an effect on me, and I had had a very hard ‘boner' for most of the time I had been ministering to her, she was a very sexual woman and I am rather normal.

I was on top. I was not being the submissive male she had expected. I think she knew I was in control, so I leant down and gave her luscious lips a brief kiss, because I could, and said, "I will really make your day shortly, but first I'd like you to help me, please?" She looked at me and when I glanced down at my erection, she followed my gaze and nodded. "Yes", she answered in a quiet voice. "We need to agree on a couple of things first", I said grinding her pelvis with the heel of my hand, so that she couldn't forget I was on top, but also to help keep any sexual arousal going.

I leant forward and wriggled her dress about to release an arm for her and I twisted to her right so that despite her restricted arm movement she could reach my trouser fastenings. She managed one handed, and even managed to pull down my pants to release the bulging manhood that was rampant.

I think she was impressed and started to wriggle and make soft moaning noises, as she seemed to get more aroused at the sight and close proximity of a way to satisfy her needs. "I think you will need to give him a kiss and a bit of loving and licking to get him in the mood to visit, if that is what you want", I suggested. She struggled to bend her head forward to reach but was unable, until I climbed away from her and got into the armchair she had previously vacated. On the way I quickly stepped out of my clothes, I reckoned I should be helpful if I could. She was really taking her time to move herself and looked as though she had just finished a marathon She looked around and escaped from her discarded dress before following me.

She came across the carpet on her knees with the bra still draped around her elbows, although I was sure that if she wanted to drop it off she could have, perhaps she liked the idea of a touch of bondage as well. She leant into my lap and started to work those lovely lips on my manhood, kissing and sucking, first on the tip and then on the shaft before engulfing it her mouth. She smiled up at me as she swallowed me. I felt like I was being consumed, I slumped back unable to contribute any action, just to lie back and accept it. She brought me to the tip of an orgasm, but seemed to know when to stop to avoid giving me the ultimate relief. I looked at her and she was watching me with a slight smile on her face as she withdrew from my organ and held her hands up. She smiled and said, " Two can play your game, you know".

I nodded, and reaching behind her pushed the bra straps down and off of her elbows, so that they fell to the floor, symbolically releasing her restraints. She leant up my body and pulled my head down to meet those educated lips and started kissing me whilst trying to grind her hard nippled breasts into me. Her tongue was writhing in my mouth and rubbing on mine. I clasped her round her waist and after a struggle managed to stand up, still kissing and holding her naked body in close contact all the time.

She hooked her legs around my waist and with a bit of wriggling managed to impale herself onto my thrusting manhood. Holding tight around my neck she hung her head back, and said, "I don't reckon you are really too submissive, are you"? "No, I don't either, but I thought it might be fun to see what would happen, if you thought I was. But I do have a thing about shoes, and especially stilettos like yours, you did get that right", I said heading for the bed.

I walked us to the bed and we collapsed onto it with her underneath, and still impaled on my member. We made passionate love for all we were worth, and after we were sated I slipped off sideways and we lay cuddling for some time getting our breath back and collecting our thoughts. "Are you sure that you are not a cupboard submissive", I softly queried as I took both of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head as I stroked and tickled her upper body. She giggled, wriggled and bucked as she tried to evade my fingers, but that only turned me on and so I thought I would try for a more dominant Master role.

So far she had not been worried about how our partners would view our behaviour and although I had taken some advantage of her she had not screamed. I said, "Right now you are annoying me, Madam," and sitting up on the side of the bed I pulled her across my lap and started gently paddling her backside gently with my hand. It could have passed as play-acting but as she didn't complain, I applied a bit more energy to the task and started to leave red marks on her lily white posterior. Still she didn't cry out but instead started to move against my leg, seemingly trying to rub her pussy on my thigh. I reckoned that she was again getting turned on so I went further and told her to stay still or I would have to tie her up.

Her reply of, "You may at that," was all I needed to go to the next stage and gripping her hands behind her back with one hand, I leaned down and caught up her stockings which I had removed previously and placed so tidily on her shoes. I used one to lightly bind her wrists behind her, just enough to hold them together but not enough to block the circulation, and one to hobble her ankles, not enough to hurt but enough to stop her walking easily. I stood her up in front of me and in bare feet she was reasonably stable.

I said, "Now do you need blindfolding and gagging, or will you admit I am in control"? "No I'll behave now", she said in a low voice, "what would you want me do for you, Sir"? She was either playing along and acting the part, or she swung both ways, and was really being submissive, so I said, "I think we should go back downstairs and find the others, with you as you are now, don't you"? That shook her and she looked down at her nakedness, and my nakedness. "Oh no, not me", I said, "I'll be dressed again but you will wear only your shoes and a coat over your shoulders". Her look was one of alarm, but I gazed back in a firm way. "Now get down and kneel on the carpet whilst I shower and dress, if you behave yourself, I may allow you to shower, dress, and re-apply your make-up before making your appearance". She knelt down straight away and I was tempted to go and fondle that provocative body that was exposed, but I went for a shower.

I was wondering if she would decide to remove the loose stocking ties and get up and join me in the shower to re-establish her right to make her own decisions, it would not have been too surprising. But she didn't and when I returned she was still, there apparently unmoved. I dressed and considered the situation, we should return to the reception soon, but I didn't want her to be tempted to revert to the bossy dominant ways of before. I hoped to keep her slightly unbalanced and not ready to return to the previous bossy, domineering way.

I removed the stocking restraints, and told her to go and shower quickly and whilst she was doing that I reviewed her clothes in her wardrobe. Her dress had been screwed up and possibly stained, so she would need a change of clothes. It was not so much a sexual thing to me, but a trial of strength to see who could dominate, or at least not be too submissive perhaps, and I would try to push her just a bit further.

She had tried to be a bitch to me so I thought I owed her a bit of payback without over doing it. I would make sure she recognised me as at least an equal if not a little dominant, in a nice way of course! She had several different outfits hanging there with matching shoes and bags. I chose a longish pencil skirt in red, and a flimsy white blouse that was almost transparent.

I found a pair of red stiletto sling-backs with 4-inch heels that would keep her on her toes, walking in them. I wanted to demonstrate that she was changed, and so chose a different theme from her previous black. I considered going through her underwear, to find out what choices there were there, but then decided perhaps she could go without?

When she came out of the bathroom I told her she would be wearing what I had chosen for her. She looked at the clothes on the bed and was going to speak, but I put a finger to my lips and shook my head sternly. To my surprise she didn't say anything just nodded and approached the bed. She put the blouse on and if undone on two buttons, it showed a good cleavage and the nipples were just visible through it.

The skirt was pulled on and zipped up, it reached down to her knees. The pencil skirt was tight, it would only allow her to walk from the knees down, and made her really swivel her hips as she moved. There was no panty line to be seen because there was no panties. She would walk about, but each step would be reminding her of her changed status. I had to support her whilst she stepped into the heels, because she was unable to easily move her feet wide enough apart to keep her balance. "Now sit and do your make-up, let's make it a little more startling, a bit like an escort, to show a different you, shall we?"

She managed to sit at the dressing table by bending her legs sideways and lowering her bottom onto the stool carefully holding onto the furniture. Her bottom may well have been tender, because she was moving from cheek to cheek as she sat there, but she did the make-up and her hair expertly. I held her hand and stood her up to inspect the finished article and was well pleased. She nothing like the bossy woman who had led the way up there a little earlier.

"It's your turn to treat me now, so get your bag and make sure that you have enough cash or card, to buy my drinks, because you will be getting them for me now, and whoever else I decide to treat", I told her. As she turned without a comment and bent over to fetch a bag from the bottom of the wardrobe, I slapped her bottom inside the tight skirt. It made a good sound and made her stumble and nearly fall because of her constricted knees and so I had demonstrated that walking and standing could be difficult. She put her necessary things in her clutch bag and hurried as best she could after me, as I strode out of the room. I got to the lift well ahead of her stumbling figure and as she caught up I said, "Keep up like I had to, coming up here".

She almost made a comment but bit her lip and stood quietly as we waited for the lift, I had a hand on her shoulder to keep her steady, and slipped it down off of her shoulder to tweak a nipple through her blouse as we waited. She looked at me as though she would like to complain but I gave her a sterner look and she kept her cool. "Come on, press the button, I'm waiting, and you could earn a forfeit if you are not better in future. I might want you parading with more of your breasts on display". She pushed the button and stood back respectfully with her hands by her sides and her head down.

At the reception she followed me around, attentive to my requirements and even asking my opinion before making any decisions. Indeed a changed woman, although I did feel that I would need to keep an eye on her because that bossy lady was just below the surface and might re-appear at anytime!

My wife came over and had a quiet word with her, and they had a whispered conversation, before my wife looked over at me nodded and strolled off, smiling. She knew me and had probably wondered who would win the war of wills. I thought I had won a battle, but knew I might still be at war, to decide who would dominate the relationship with my new sister-in-law!

To be continued?