Being a submissive bottom, I have my fair share of encounters with dominant men who need to be discreet while also knowing what they want and getting it. But there’s something different about being manhandled by the men I know hold significant positions of power. There’s a thrill in knowing that whatever transpires between the two of us will remain just between us. Things begin to take a bit of a turn when I meet Manuel. When he says he wants to take control, he means more than just in the bedroom and before I realize it I’m making him my first priority. It’s not even that I’m afraid of what he might do if I’m not obedient, but instead I’m more afraid of disappointing him as his bottom. The camera begins to roll and I’m totally comfortable being filmed, but it’s when Manuel joins me in front of the camera that surprises me. We’re putting on a show so they can share this video with whomever the mob is in cahoots with this month. A show and tell of sorts. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me aggressively—Manuel’s tongue invading my mouth before I can even feel his lips on mine. I massage his growing cock through the tough fabric of his pants. Manuel’s fingers slide down my waistband and plunge into my smooth crack, getting me excited.
