I have been having a ball on this site. Who knew there were so many alpha males with a desire to be dominated by a strong, black woman? With the exception of “Daniel’s” name, the following is 100% true. Daniel is just one of my sub’s - this is what happened on our first proper meet. Watching him park the car my clit throbbed in anticipation, adding juices to the present I had for him! Beside him on the leather seats nestled a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses - my favourites, pity they wouldn’t grace my house. I noted the champagne bag beside him - hmmm - didn’t particularly like champagne, but it didn’t matter as I had no intention of drinking any! After what seemed like ages he was satisfied that the expensive rims of his new BMW wasn’t too near the curb because the hard top roof emerged from the boot of the car, and I imagined I heard it click into place. I could tell he was excited, and he knew I was watching him. Glancing at his watch I saw him open his eyes in alarm, glancing at the clock I saw the reason for his alarm - he was late - a minute late, but that didn’t matter, my orders were specific and tardiness carried its own penalty. He rang the bell, and I took my time descending the stairs to open the door. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror - head wrapped in a Hilda Ogden type scarf, fluffy dressing gown - perfect!! I wondered what the neighbours would think of the tall, distinguished white man in the Armani suit and new, top of the range black BMW parked at my door. He was standing in the porch, the door open behind him. “For fucks sake close the door!” - I snapped. “The credit crunch may not affect you, but that’s about £10 or energy you’re letting waft out of my door!” “Sorry Mistress” he stuttered. I noticed the sudden tenting in the front of his designer suit pants, but paid little attention to it. “You’re late” I scolded, “you know I hate being kept waiting!” “Sorry Mistress I was buying these for you” he mumbled as he tentatively handed me the bouquet and bag containing the champagne. I took the beautiful flowers looked at them and hit him with them. “Yellow?!! Yellow?!! I don’t like yellow flowers you fucking moron!!! I said pink!!!! How did you raise to CEO if you can’t remember something as simple as what flowers I like!”. Looking into the champagne bag I saw it was a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, although champagne was not a favourite of mine, it was a good brand. “As for this fucking piss, you can take it and give it to your secretary or wife - I don’t want it”. Shaking with excitement he took the bag from my hand and nearly came in his pants when I spat at him and hit him with the bouquet again. “What can I do to make it up to you” he asked. I looked at him, clad in his beautifully tailored Armani suit, crisp white shirt and club tie. Standing 6ft 4” he towered over me, trembling in anticipation. “I haven’t had a wash yet” I told him, “and my pussy has been gushing most of the morning - feel”. Eagerly reaching for my swollen pussy lips he looked down at me as I was dry. “Oh, I’ve been saving my juices for you” I said, and removed a tampon from my pussy and pushed it into his mouth. His groan made my clit throb as he sucked my juices from the tampon. “Keep sucking the tampon as you clean up the flower petals” I ordered then get your fucking arse upstairs pronto as I want to take a piss and your mouth will do nicely”. As I climbed the stairs my juices ran down the inside of my leg. I could hear Daniel getting the dustpan and broom from the kitchen and the swish, swash as he swept the petals from the wooden floor. He groaned in pained ecstasy as he worked adding to my excitement. The thought of having such a powerful, alpha male at my command was heady - and I loved thinking up new ways to humiliate him. Before I reached the bathroom Daniel was beside me. “Take your clothes off” I ordered, “I’m dying to piss”. Quick as a flash Daniel was out of his designer suit, discarding it as if it were a sack. Removing his boxers his erect cock sprang free, the head glistening with precum. The blue string from the tampon still hung from Daniel’s mouth and he moaned in ecstasy as I pulled it from him. “Assume the position” I ordered and he immediately knelt with his head over the toilet bowl. Stradling the bowl I rubbed my unwashed pussy across his face. “Lick my pussy you useless piece of shit” I scolded. Daniels’s cock continued to throb and ooze pre-cum. The feel of his tongue buried deep in my pussy and his throbbing cock made more juices gush from my hot cunt. Daniel was breathing heavily with excitement, lapping my juices and probing my tight arse with his tongue. He reached to hold onto his cock and I slapped his hand away - “Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” I asked. “No Mistress” Daniel groaned. The combination of his tongue in my cunt and arse and his obvious distress made my pussy gush even more but the urge to piss was now strong. “Open your mouth white man” I sneared, “I want to piss, and there will be hell to pay if I spill any and I hear it drop into the bowl”. Daniel’s body tensed and his cock continued to pulse as I ground my pussy against his face. Hot spurts of piss escaped my body and Daniel tried valiantly to drink it all. I rubbed my pussy all over his face calling him a cock sucker, stupid and pathetic and grabbed hold of his cock as I ground my pussy against his lips. Suddenly Daniel’s went stiff and his cock pulsed streams of hot cum over my hand. “I’m so sorry Mistress” he moaned, “I just couldn’t help it”. I slapped him with my cum covered hand and pushed my fingers into his mouth rubbing in the piss and his cum. His cock pulsed again growing erect. Daniel needed to be punished - find out what his punishment was in part two.