u/iamamessy123

I got the reference from a work mate. Casual conversation over drinks after a long week turned into her admitting she knew a guy—another corporate type, solid job, keeps things discreet—who was excellent at oral and happy to be on call for it. No drama, no expectations of a relationship. Just service when wanted. I was skeptical, but she handed over his number with a smirk and said, “Trust me. He’s wired for this.”

We met once in a neutral spot to talk boundaries. He’s mid-thirties, works in a corporate setup like I do, clean-cut, quiet confidence. He was clear from the start: open to almost anything physical, but zero interest in romantic talk, feelings, or anything that smells like a relationship. That suited me perfectly. What I didn’t fully clock at first was how much he gets off on the imbalance—me deciding, me directing, me taking. Female dominance turns him on hard. He’s got a submissive streak that runs deep, and once I realized that, the arrangement clicked into place.

Now the system is simple. When I want him, I text. Sometimes it’s blunt: “Come over. I’m wet.” Sometimes more detailed: “Be here in thirty. I want your mouth first, then we’ll see.” He never negotiates. He just shows up, often still in work clothes or changed into something casual, and waits for instructions. The priority is always my liking. Always.

He is very good with his mouth. Patient, focused, and completely present. He starts by kissing along my inner thighs, breathing warm air over my pussy without touching, until I’m shifting and telling him to stop teasing. Then his tongue finally lands—slow, flat drags from entrance to clit, followed by more precise work once I’m properly soaked. He reads my body well. If my hips lift, he increases pressure. If I grab his hair and hold him in place, he stays exactly there and works harder. He uses his fingers when I want them, curling them just right while his mouth stays locked on my clit. He doesn’t rush me toward his cock. He stays between my legs until I’m satisfied, whether that’s one orgasm or four.

Unlike some guys who treat oral like a warm-up they want to get past, he treats it like the main event when I say it is. And when I do decide I want more, he’s ready. We’ve had full sex a number of times already. He fucks the way he eats—attentive to what I ask for. Harder, slower, deeper, holding still while I grind, whatever I tell him. He gets visibly turned on by being directed. The more I take control—pushing him onto his back and riding him, telling him exactly how to move, pinning his wrists, ordering him to keep his mouth on me even after he’s inside—the more into it he gets. I’ve watched his face when I tell him he’s only allowed to come after I do, or that he’s not allowed to touch himself while he services me. That submissive fantasy is real for him, and it feeds mine.

He never removes my hand if I reach for him. If I decide I want to stroke him, suck him, or climb on and take him, he’s open. No pushing my hand away, no “you don’t have to.” He’s available for whatever I choose in the moment. The only hard line is the emotional one: no romantic conversation, no “what are we,” no soft pillow talk about feelings. We keep it physical and clear. That boundary actually makes the power dynamic cleaner. I don’t have to manage his emotions. I just use him the way I want.

Some nights I keep it strictly oral. I’ll have him kneel between my legs for as long as I feel like it, coming on his tongue two or three times, then send him home with a simple “good boy” and a nod toward the door. Other nights I take everything. I’ll ride his face until I’m shaking, then push him onto the bed, straddle him, and use his cock at my pace while telling him exactly how it feels. He stays hard, stays focused, and stays quiet unless I ask him something. The corporate polish disappears the second he’s on his knees or on his back for me. What’s left is a man who gets off on being useful to my pleasure.

I’ve used him after brutal workdays when I needed to drop the professional mask and just take. I’ve texted him on quiet weekends when I was bored and already touching myself. Once I had him come over while I was still in my work blouse and skirt, sat on the edge of the bed, and told him to get under the skirt and not stop until I said so. He did exactly that. No complaints, no attempts to turn it into something mutual on his timeline. Just service.

The arrangement is still evolving, but the core hasn’t changed: he is available, skilled, and turned on by me being in charge. I got the reference from a work mate who clearly knew what she was talking about. Now I have a reliable corporate sub whose priority is always my liking—whether that means hours of focused pussy-licking or full sex on my terms. No romance. No negotiation. Just a man who shows up when I call and does what he’s told.

And right now, thinking about how thoroughly he eats me and how hard he gets when I take control, I’m already considering sending the text.