His Pretty Little Obsession

"Su-submissive?" Harry asked, with difficulty, pushing his glasses up his nose in a nervous gesture.

"Uhm..." She responded seductively, touching his knee and tilting her head slightly to the side. "MY submissive."

"And... ho-how does this wo-work?"

"Well, if you accept, we'll sit down and talk a lot. We'll establish the rules of the game... your responsibilities... and limits," she spoke kindly, moving away a bit. "But basically, you being my submissive means I give the orders, and you obey. It's simple," this time, she used an indifferent tone.

"But why me? I'm not the adventurous type... I'm n-not..."

"That's exactly why, Harry," she laughed. "You're shy, introspective... hiding behind those glasses, those closed-up clothes, your really boring job! You're lonely, inexperienced..."

"How do you know I'm lo-lonely... and inexperienced?" He became even more nervous.

At the moment, he was very confused! Of course, the possibility of having sex with that beautiful and probably very attractive woman excited him a lot. But he had never thought about committing to obey anyone in his life, and the fact that she knew so much about him was also quite intimidating.

"It wasn't very hard to find out things about your life, Harry. Your coworkers talk way too easily! And one of them has known you forever, hasn't he?" She smiled and put her hand on his leg, a little above the knee. "And being so closed off, so quiet... almost innocent... you can gain a lot from this experience, Harry. If you're mine... if I can do whatever I want with you, and you do everything I say correctly... I'm sure you'll experience a level of pleasure that you would NEVER experience otherwise."

She spoke slowly, looking into his eyes while her hand moved a little higher on his leg with each sentence. He swallowed hard, lowered his eyes, and she placed her other hand on his chin, holding it firmly. She didn't need to say anything for him to know that she wanted him to look into her eyes and not at the floor or any other point in the room. Even though he was tense with the situation and uncertain about how to deal with this unexpected and somewhat crazy proposal, he felt compelled to obey.

"Moreover, I know very well that you've been eyeing me... that you have thoughts about me that aren't all that pure," she bit her lip. "You want me."

"I-it's possible that I..." he took a deep breath and spoke slowly, trying not to stutter as much. "It's possible that I do. But what about you? Why would you do this for me?"

"Not for you," she assured him. "For me, of course. Because everything about you attracts me. Your shyness, your serious demeanor, even that nervous stutter... it's all adorable. You're adorable! That crooked smile, the dimples, your boyish face." She said this with enchantment, smiling, and he smiled too because of it.

She paused for a moment, as she got lost in his eyes for a few seconds. She had the urge to kiss his lips, snuggle into his arms, sit on his lap. She found this kind of impulse a little strange, unprecedented even for her, but she didn't want to think about it at that moment. She simply continued with her explanations.

"Listen, Harry... a submissive has to be an adorable, peaceful person because they have to be willing to serve... and the role suits your teenage look very well because a sub has to want to learn, yearn for new experiences, just like younger guys. It's not easy to find that in someone of a reasonable age." She laughed. "And even less so in someone as attractive as you."

"Attractive?" He was surprised.

"Yes! Attractive, handsome. You seem insecure, which only makes you even more adorable... but yes, you are VERY attractive. You're tall, have broad shoulders... your clothes don't show it much, but you're probably strong. You have these big hands..." She said, taking his hands, placing them on her lap, palms up, and running her fingers over them slowly. "I like to imagine these hands sliding over my body... touching me wherever I want, whenever I want..." As she spoke, she let her own hands rest on his and threw her head back, closing her eyes. "HOW I want." She added, looking back at him. "And also, with them being this big, it makes me imagine... You know." She gave a mischievous smile, and he blushed.

"I... I don't know." He tried to take a deep breath, but nothing was having any effect on his nervousness. "You're... beautiful. Of course, I would..."

"Have sex with me."

"Yes." He nodded, affirmatively, and moved away a bit, adjusting himself on the couch and trying to maintain self-control, his rationality, which was his characteristic, rather than succumbing to the temptation that was Kath. "But I don't know."

"You don't have to answer me now, Harry. You can think about it."

"Thinking will only... make me more confused. I don't even know how this works... I can't even begin to imagine what things you'd make me do."

"You're right," she said, laughing at herself. "I've never dealt with a situation like this before... wanting a regular guy and wanting to make him my sub. All the previous ones were already subs when I met them, so it was enough to make the offer and discuss the details. You know nothing about this, and it's natural that you're... apprehensive, let's say." Determined, she got up from the couch, adjusting the ivory pencil skirt she was wearing. "I can't just want a simple yes or no from you, and that's it. I'll have to show you what it's like."