The Tough Guy

I have always thought that it’s much more fun to break the ones that think they’re strong and would never fall to their knees for the things that I do.

You can see men like this in the crowd, as they carry themselves, proud of their masculinity and their will that can never be broken, but then I come into the picture and everything changes for them, sometimes forever.

This one was a special case.

It took me some time to make him see that what I was doing was better for both of us and that his training would give him only joy in the end.

We met at the gym. You know how men there are – trying to act like they’re so tough, so strong as if not one of them would even consider giving power over their lives to a woman, but in reality, all they need is just someone to show them that things could be different.

His name was Greg. He was a typical Californian man that liked to tan and work out, to make his body look as if he was about to fight wild animals in the woods. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a kind face that made him look like a puppy to me. He always wore sleeveless shirts to make his muscles show up more and I knew that with how insecure he really was it was only a matter of time till I tame him.

We met as I was working out and he offered me some help. I agreed, knowing that it would go much farther and soon he offered me to go on the date. I agreed and we met the next evening to have food and a few drinks. I was talking to Greg about how much I love a strong man that isn’t afraid to show their softer side and it seemed like he was eating it up. When the dinner was done I offered him to go to my place and continue our date. I knew that he wanted me, so he agreed.

Once we were at my place he started to kiss me instantly, pushing me onto the couch and trying to take the initiative, but I stopped him. It seemed like he wasn’t used to being told what to do, but I didn’t care. Now I pushed him on the couch and was the one on top. I started kissing him slowly, more sensually. He was happy to play along, as I started to undress him and kiss down his chest and to his pants. I knew that he was hard and it thrilled me.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” I asked with a smile.


“I’ll make you cum if you do what I say”

Greg seemed to be intrigued and confused at the same time, but I didn’t give him enough time to think about it. I pulled on his pants and to see his cock, smiling. I had a plastic cock cage exactly for his size, how lucky. I looked him in the eyes as I lowered my head and planted a kiss on his tip. He groaned, but I didn’t do anything else and Greg looked at me with disappointment.

“I told you, I need you to do something for me first,” I reminded him. Greg kept looking at me, as I pulled out the cage and his eyes went wide. “I need you to wear this until you make me cum and then it’ll be your turn too”

I wasn’t as harsh at him now as I was with my other subs, after all, I wanted him to try it first. It wouldn’t be wise to act dominant when he was just getting at peace with the idea of a cage going around his cock.

“I…” he swallowed hard. “I’m not sure that I’d like it”

“So you don’t want it to continue?” I asked. “It’s okay, you can go now”

I got up from the couch, making sure he knew that I was serious and as soon as I did it Greg started singing another tune.

“Wait!” he stopped me. I could see him blushing slightly and that was adorable. “Maybe I can do it if it will be quick”

I smiled at him, coming closer again. I sat between his legs, putting the cage on his cock. I bent his hard shaft so he would fit inside and looked at his face again, before locking it.

“Are you sure that you want this?” I needed him to say it before I did it.

“Yes, I’m sure,” he nodded and the cage was on. I smiled again, looking at how nicely he fit inside. I even teased him a little through the hole next to the tip.

“Just let me finish you off so I can cum,” there was a plea in his voice and I liked it.

I only pulled my panties off before I went closer. I pushed Greg on his back and looked him in the eyes, as I went to sit on his face. He didn’t try to stop me, grabbing my thighs and making me press my pussy to his mouth.

He was good, his tongue was skillful and I felt my legs shaking, as he ate me out. I knew at that moment that he would make a great sub for me and I was willing to do anything to make him go along with the play.

When I finished, his mouth and chin were covered in my juices and I leaned down to lick them off, while I teased his balls with my hand. He seemed to enjoy it, a happy smile on his face.

“Take it off now, I can’t wait any longer,” he asked. I laughed at that.

“I said that I’ll make you cum, but I didn’t say when,” there was a horror written over his face.

“You did good today, but I’m only going to take it off tomorrow”

“But wait! I can’t go with it all day! It’s impossible!”

I looked at him again as he tried to sit up and pushed him back with my foot pressed to his chest. He looked at me the way I wanted like I was a goddess.

“I can take it off right now and you get nothing or I can take it off tomorrow and I’ll suck you off. Your choice”

Greg looked at me and then at his penis in the cage that made him stay in one position. I knew what he would choose already. With another pitiful groan, he nodded.

“I’ll wait till tomorrow”

“Good choice”

I helped him put his pants over his still erect cock.

The next day I made him send me pictures of him in the cage, to make sure that he was following the rules and Greg obliged. I could read that he was more and more frustrated, but it was all worth it in the end.

That night I invited him in and sucked him off. He exploded in my mouth almost instantly, but I kept going, making sure to milk him off all of his sperm. He looked happy after that and I knew that he was ready to be my slave.

That was how I turned a tough gym bro into my lap dog and now he’s more than happy to keep his cock in the cage for as long as needed to make his goddess happy.

Authors note: In my sex life I enjoy the dom/sub dynamic, I am more of a sub but I have been known to let out my dominant side from time to time. I could never consider myself a dominatrix but they do intrigue me and bring me so much pleasure to read about and watch. I wanted to channel that inner dom inside of me and explore some of my hidden fantasies. Tamsin 💖

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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