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Between the Headphones - part 1
The living room is filled with a charged atmosphere after you and Ari finish listening to the podcast about vicarphilia. You can’t help but feel a newfound connection with him, and the spark of desire between you is undeniable.
You break the silence by saying, ‘That podcast was really…interesting.’
Ari nods, his eyes locked on yours. ‘Yeah, it was. I never knew there were so many different aspects to vicarphilia.’
‘Me neither,’ you admit. ‘But it got me thinking…’
Ari raises an eyebrow. ‘About what?’
You take a deep breath before continuing. ‘What if we tried one of those scenarios ourselves? You know, just to see how it feels.’
Ari hesitates for a moment, then says, ‘I don’t know…aren’t those things supposed to be between people who are already in relationships?’
‘We’re roommates,’ you point out. ‘And we share a love for podcasts. That has to count for something.’
Ari chuckles. ‘I guess you have a point.’ He pauses, then adds, ‘Which scenario were you thinking of?’
You remember the one where a dominant woman seduces her unsuspecting partner and decide it’s the perfect choice for your first experiment. ‘The one where the woman takes control,’ you say.
Ari’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t object. Instead, he asks, ‘And what would I have to do?’
You smile mischievously. ‘Just follow my lead.’
With that, you stand up and walk over to Ari, placing your hands on his shoulders. He looks at you with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
‘First things first,’ you say in a sultry voice. ‘I want you to call me Mistress.’
Ari swallows hard but doesn’t protest. ‘Yes, Mistress.’
You run your fingers through his short-cropped hair and grip it tightly. ‘Good boy,’ you murmur. ‘Now stand up.’
He obeys, towering over you, but there’s no doubt who’s in control here. You reach down and unbuckle his belt, slowly unzipping his pants to reveal his growing erection.
‘Mistress,’ Ari whispers, his voice hoarse with desire.
You look up at him, your eyes dark with lust. ‘I want you to sit on the couch and wait for me.’
Ari does as he’s told, watching intently as you walk over to the entertainment center and insert a DVD into the player. You return to the couch and press play, sitting down next to Ari as an erotic film begins to play on the TV screen.
The movie features a dominant woman seducing her submissive partner, and you use it as inspiration for your own seduction of Ari. You run your fingers along his thigh, inching closer to his growing erection. He lets out a soft moan, but you silence him with a sharp look.
‘No noise unless I tell you otherwise,’ you command.
Ari nods, biting his lip as you continue to tease him. You lean in close, your breath hot against his ear as you whisper, ‘Do you like this? Being dominated by me?’
He nods again, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘Tell me,’ you demand. ‘Tell me how much you want me to take control.’
Ari swallows hard. ‘I-I want it, Mistress. I want you to dominate me.’
You smile in satisfaction and move closer, straddling his lap. You reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, squeezing gently as he lets out a stifled groan.
‘Remember,’ you say sternly. ‘No noise unless I tell you to make it.’
Ari nods, his eyes locked on yours as you begin to stroke him in time with the erotic scenes playing out on the TV screen. His hands grasp your hips, but he doesn’t try to take control – he knows his place now.
As the film reaches its climax, so do you and Ari. You lean forward, pressing your breasts against his chest as you ride out your shared orgasm. He moans softly into your neck, and you allow it, knowing that he’s earned the right to express himself after following your commands so well.
Afterwards, you both collapse onto the couch, breathless and spent. You look at Ari, a newfound understanding in your eyes. This shared experience has brought you closer together, allowing you both to explore your desires and fantasies in a safe and consensual environment.
‘That was…amazing,’ Ari says finally, his voice still hoarse from desire.
You nod in agreement. ‘It really was.’
You curl up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as the TV screen fades to black. The living room is filled with a newfound sense of intimacy and connection, all thanks to the power of vicarphilia.