Bi Dom Found

“Law's on the Prowl” Tonight's the night I’ve been waiting for. I’ve been anticipating this night for a long time. I’m wet just thinking about it. I can feel the excitement causing my blood to pump, my skin to shiver and my mind to sore. I can feel my nervous anticipation giving me a buzz that causes me to soar and be on top of my game. I look hot and I know it. My short dark hair is spiked to perfection, my makeup has that well put together look while giving me a sexy edge that makes my spring green eyes sparkle. However, it's the outfit that says it all.  I have on a lacy red push up bra with a black lace cover up. Then its  cinched tight with a black leather bustier with silver buckles down the front and 4 long ribbons crisscrossed down my back. It shows off all my curves: my full DDD breast, my narrowed waist that flares out to my wide hips. To finish off my look, I have on tight black jeans with knee high boots. I’m not a small woman by any means, I'm 5’4 with curves in all the right and wrong places, but I carry my weight well. My hour glass figure and nice bubble butt can keep a man busy for days. I have an ass that begs for a man's rough gasp.  I don’t have self-image or confidence issues like many women my size do. No, I’m the life of the f*****g party and I know it. I carry myself with confidence and to me that's the sexiest attribute a person can have. I don’t lack confidence, I know who I am and what I bring to the table. Love me or hate me, I’m me. Sexy as hell with a mouth that can suck a bowling ball through a garden hose with full lush lips that can drive a man insane. Tonight's the night I’ve been waiting for! For all my confidence and s****l abilities, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. I’m sexually unfilled. I’ve yet to meet a man that can hold his own in the bedroom. However, my bi husband comes close. He satisfied me for 22 years but as my s*x drive has increased and his decreased that’s no longer the case. My husband is wonderful and loves me with all his heart. He’s the best I’ve ever had in bed, but he isn’t the dominate I have longed for.  Some may ask, what happened to him? Aren’t you married to the man of your dreams. The answer is simple and not so simple. As a young girl of 18 when we met he was everything I wanted in a man and more. As we have both grown older, we can no longer meet each others needs. It’s a hard pill to swallow after 20 years, but the truth nonetheless. Hubs is bi and the obvious is I'm not a man. Also the more I’ve grown into an independent woman the more I’ve needed a strong Dominant man. There is no doubt in my mind that Hubby Dom's me and controls me at times, but its not with physical or verbal aggression. He Doms me through manipulation. I obey automatically, although I know what he’s doing. My mom says he plays me like a fiddle. I can’t exactly say she's wrong. Although I have allowed the manipulation, because it’s not abusive and as my need to be Dommed has grown, it meets some of my needs. However, my need for a straight forward, in your face Doming has only increased with time. Hubs and I have discussed this and because hubby isn't that type of Dom, when he tries it for me, it has a negative effect on me and our relationship. It makes me angry and defensive, instead of making me melt. However, when he manipulates, and I allow it, it pleases me to please him, to read between the lines and give him what he wants. I feel pleased with myself and like I’ve done a good job. Therefore, I have accepted it as part of our relationship dynamic. However, it has left me wanting more. I want to please a man who’s given me a direct order. For him to say, I told you, you did it and I'm pleased with you. That your “my good girl”. A man who knows I know he’s in charge, and if ever I don’t know he’s in charge, he reminds me who the alpha is.  I’m a strong willed woman who takes what she wants. I’ve met many wanna-be-Doms, but I’m ready for the real deal. I’m ready for a man to take charge of my luscious curves and own my body like no-one ever has before.  I crave his control, protection and care, not just in the bedroom, but in life. Hubby is a guide Dom, but it’s not the style I need. Tonight's the night, I think I’ve finally found the real deal, the exact style of  Dominate I’ve been longing for. If not, at least I’ll have a good time, even if I have to be the Dominate  . Wouldn’t be the first time. One way or the other, I’m pushing my limits tonight. I just hope I don't push them too far. Me on the prowl is never a good thing. I’m quite naughty when that happens.   If one of the three guys I’m meeting tonight won't push my limits, I’ll push my own limits. Plus, I have a back up if the three fall through. He’s a true Dom, but not a Daddy Dom like I want. He will f**k me and use me, making me his slut for the night, but only for the night and I want more than a one night stand or friends with benefits!  I walk into the club like i'm the life of the party because I am. I catch every eye in the place, men turn and look. They like what they see and I know it. One turns on his bar stool and boldly opens his legs while giving me come hither eyes. I smirk knowingly and decide to toy with him. I adjust my walk just slightly as if i'm walking directly to him making him think he's the only man in the room. I make bold eye contact with him and his smile grows eagerly anticipating the moment when my luscious body presses between his thighs and his open invitation. I laugh and keep walking only bumping shoulders with him. I can only image the look on his face as his head dropped and he turns back around on his stool. On another night, I may have given a bold man like that a second look, but I'm on a mission to meet my soon to be Dom.  I keep walking feeling giddy the deeper I get into the club enjoying the feeling of power. Now where are my men? The ones I’ve been talking with, vetting and sexting with. Will they be everything I’ve been looking for or all talk and no action. God, I hope not. It’s been four weeks since I've had a good pounding and I need one.  I walk into the reserved area for our party and make my rounds. Making everyone feel welcome, valuable and part of the party. I know what I'm doing. I know how to work a room. It’s been ingrained in me since I was a child. Make it about them, not you. Stay long enough they feel wanted, leave before they get tired of you and leave them laughing. As I work the room, no one knows I'm bored as f**k, waiting to meet my men. All they see is the smile. All they hear is the laugh. All they know is I’ve made them the center of attention and we are the life of the party together.  It’s a game to me, maybe a sick one, but I get off on making others feel good no matter how they make me feel. I know what they wanna see and I give it to them, while hiding my thoughts and true feelings. Long ago, I came to terms with my desire to please others and make them happy no matter the personal cost to me and my feelings. Due to my tough bad-ass sexy exterior, no one would ever guess hidden behind it all is a tender heart that a slight look, frown or word of despair could hurt me deeply. Not just for myself, but hurt for them too. For their life, for their battles and struggles in life. Instead they see what I want them to see: a person who can turn a frown upside down, a person who can laugh at herself, a person who takes no offense and can make light of any situation. It’s how I cope. If I can make them feel good about them-self, my job is done. They never know they hurt me or I didn't like that or that I really just wanted to walk away and hide. My phone buzzed, it’s time. Dom #1 is here. I tell him where I am and wait. I clock him coming around the corner, he’s getting drinks again. That can’t be him! He’s been watching me for a while, but between the dark club and the hat he was wearing it was hard to tell it was him till then. I laugh internally, I realize he’s being a typical Dom, playing a game with me. Now he expects me to rush over to him.  I laugh inside, thinking, Ok, motherfucker, game on!! You want me to wait, anticipate and seek you out. Just hold the f**k up, you don't own me yet, but you're off to a good start. I quickly scan the bar, looking for the right target. I see Dom #2 who I met while making rounds. Sweet guy, wants a good bj, but too green for what I want. As much as I enjoy giving head, I’ll pass for now. Dom 3 isn’t here yet,but he will be. However, #2 is a safe bet for this waiting game. He’s eating out of the palm of my hand already. I boldly walk up to him pushing my body slightly into him.  He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. He’s soft and cuddly. He doesn’t feel bad, but I know by his touch he can never own me. “Hey sexy, your looking good tonight!”  He looks down at me and smiles, “I try.”  “Well you did a good job! Wanna ‘try’ to make a girl c*m hard?”  He laughs, “I do have a way with my hands…” “Really now, tell me more big daddy…” The banter continues as I clock #1 watching. Yep that’s right buddy, I have options. Play your game with me and now you can wait. I don't come to you just because you notified me you have arrived. You made me wait, now hurry the f**k up and enjoy the show because game is on. I can tell #1 likes what he sees, but hasn't yet got frustrated. Time to move on and get him there.  Ahhhh, there’s my backup Dom. He’s sure to do the trick for me. I leave Dom #2 laughing headed to meet backup when Dom 3 walks in. We smile and hug each other. He’s quite and not hard on the eyes, but I feel no physical attraction to him. He’s both hard and soft. We chat briefly, but I know I can quickly mark him off my list. He has a hard look, but he doesn't make my c**t throb or p***y wet. Hell not even my n*****s hard. Time to move on. I notice Dom 1s starting to move in his seat. Good it’s working but he’s not there yet. I approach backup whose setting at the Bar with his back to me. “Hey, how's my sexy cowboy tonight?” I say as I step to his side. He immediately turns sideways, smiles and opens up his left arm to place it around my shoulders. He’s about the same height as me, but the bar stool makes him higher than me, making his arm placement perfect.  “Good, just watching the game?”  “So when you gonna leave this bar and come join us in the back?” “I’m not. Do you see who you have in there?” “Yes I do and they're fun peeps!” I'm smiling and laughing at his comment, but inside I’m pissed. I'm thinking who the hell does he think he is. Most I've met for the first time in person, but have talked to them online for months. Don't be condescending to them, because I consider them my friends. “They're dicks.” “Excuse me?” I respond lifting my eyebrow slightly while not letting my smile slip, but still letting him know to tread lightly.  He laughs, “Baby its all d***s, where are all the sexy woman at.” I laugh for real, as I look and see he’s right.  Mainly men, except for the woman who are taken.  I wink and press into his body. “Baby, I got your sexy right here! Isn’t one woman enough for you!”  “Yes, you are, but your taken. Plus, they are here for you. I’m just one among many.”  I laugh at his comment, not exactly true, but not exactly a lie either.Yep, I'm taken by a bi-male, and the Dom I find will be our boyfriend. Backup is straight and wont share at all. That’s why he’s just backup. Time to get serious. I look over at Dom 1, he seems bored, but waiting patiently. Ok, time to turn up the heat. “So here's the deal, I’m meeting 3 Doms tonight. Dom 1 is playing a game so I'm using you to push his buttons. Wanna help?” He laughs and shakes his head. Turning more fully in his seat, fully encasing me between his thighs, pulling me into him with his hands on my hips. At the touch of his hands on my hips, I feel the rush of lust. I almost grind into him, but refrain myself. Instead I look up at him with my big green innocent eyes - waiting on his response, I know better than to speak, he is a true Dom after all.  “Sugar you're gonna rock his world. Only you would choose to push a Doms buttons when what you really want is his hands all over you. You know one day your gonna find a Dom who turns your world upside down and wont let you top from the bottom.” I laugh, “Yeah well, it hasn't happened yet. Doubtful it will. I’m a hard tiger to tame, all they see is the submissive kitty in the bedroom. They never know I’m pulling the strings. This guy is trying and he’s smooth, but you see who's still topping don't you.” He laughed, “I do, if you were here to meet me and you pulled this s**t. I’d have you between my legs, on your knees with my hard c**k shoved in your mouth making you admit I’m the only man in your world.”  At his words. I feel a shiver of excitement and just like that my c**t is throbbing and my n*****s are hard. “Yeah well, I'm not here to meet you, but maybe I should be,” wink “You do know how to make a girl thirsty.” “Always leave a girl wanting more” hes says as he pulls me closer. I laugh, yep that’s right I think, leave a man wanting more. That’s my cue. I lean in, his eyes get bigger as he realizes I’m gonna kiss him. He closes his eyes ready for the hot feel of my wet lips on his. Instead of kissing his full lips, I kiss his smooth cheek as I spin outta his arms and strut off. Leaving him hanging wanting more. He watches me walk off and shakes his head knowing he lost that round of who left who wanting more.  I do a mental scan of the room, checking Dom 1. Yep he saw it all and I finally have his full attention. Not yet buddy, I think, i’m not done yet. One more round through the crowd, then I’ll come to you like a good little sub.  As I work my way around the room, I see him. He’s sexy as hell. He’s sitting in the corner and I may have met him on my first round, but if so, I don't remember. How the hell I could forget a cutie like him, I’ll never figure out. He’s tall, broad shouldered and looks like a cowgirls wet dream come to life. He has beautiful brown eyes a girl could lose herself in. His reddish brown goatee does nothing to hide his sexy smile that shows off the cutest dimples. Those damn kissable lips of his makes a girl want to feel them against her skin. His squavale face is the perfect combination of bad-ass and melt a girls heart. He appears to me to be a man that laughs easy, loves deep and that would protect me and fight for me. I feel the connection. I trust him instantly with my safety like I never have another man. I want to know more. I want to pursue him, but he’s young. Early 30's. Maybe Late 20's. Except for his age, he is the type of man I am looking for. I turn to leave thinking if he was a few years older and bi, I’d f**k the s**t outta him and make him my b***h. He’s all alpha male, which I like, but I haven’t met one yet that was strong enough to be my forever Dom.  I shake myself, giving myself a mental pep talk,  “Law get with it, your on the prowl tonight. Don’t waste your time on boys, go meet Dom 1, maybe he’s your Dominate. You won't know unless you try. He’s out there, you’ll find him. You found him once before and you will again Just this time you must find him for yourself and for Hubby.”