I don't like it when men are arrogant. When they act as if they're better than me, I have to take them down a peg or two. Jake was a classic example.
I met him at my evening class. I needed to learn Japanese for work and he was a fellow student. He'd lived in Japan for a few years and was taking the class as a refresher. He used to tease me about my pronunciation. I didn't like that at all.
Even worse, he used to eye me up, making it clear he was mentally undressing me. He'd slept with half the women in the class and fancied himself as some stud so was always making dodgy sexist comments, complimenting my cleavage or legs, expecting me to lap it up.

Luckily, he was a typical man. When he asked me out and I agreed to go for a meal with him, he thought his luck was in. He didn't realise what I was planning. When the conversation turned to sex, I explained that I only had sex if I really liked someone. Or more specifically, if they did as I pleased. He reckoned himself as a top lover and said he'd happily please me. When I told him that he might be surprised by some of the things I liked, he brushed me off. "There's nothing I haven't tried before, love." "We'll see about that." I thought.

When we got home, I made him a coffee and left him sitting in the kitchen while I excused myself and went to change into my favourite outfit. There's something about wearing full dom gear that makes it a lot easier to assert my control. I walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame. "Are you sure you can please me?" I asked him.
He was certainly surprised but seeing me in thigh-high boots and a tight basque clearly appealed because he hurriedly said yes.
"You will do everything I tell you?" Again, he agreed.
I ordered him to strip. He pulled of his T-shirt, pushed his jeans down and stood in front of me wearing nothing but a tight pair of Calvin's. His cock was straining against them despite – or perhaps because of – the humiliation.
"I told you to strip." I barked. "That means everything off. Are you stupid?"
He got naked, revealing a thick cock at least eight inches long and proudly erect. He tried to cover it, embarrassed at being aroused but I slapped his hand away. 'You've been staring at me for long enough. What's the matter? Can't take it back?'

He remained silent, clearly torn between embarrassment and arousal. I put one leg up onto a chair and told him to kneel in front of me. He did as he was told. I ordered him to lick my clit, explaining he could only touch me with his tongue if he didn't want further punishment.

He looked ridiculous kneeling between my legs, craning his neck forward as if bobbing for apples, but when his tongue touched my clit, I had to grip on to the kitchen table to keep my balance.

He ran his tongue up and down my clit then moved down to my hole. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into my crotch, grinding my clit into his face until I came hard. I kept hold of the back of his head until I'd recovered from my orgasm, then pushed him away and stood in front of him, looking calm.
"I want you." He groaned. I couldn't believe his cheek. "Did I give you permission to speak? As you may have heard, I want, doesn't get. However, I am in need of some entertainment so…" I sat down on the chair. "...you can wank for me."

He looked as if he was going to cry, realising he was here to give pleasure, not get it. "Come on!" I was getting impatient. He put his hand on his cock and started to pump it, rubbing his thumb over its sensitive end.

'You'll have to be quicker than that. My flatmate will be home soon and I'm not letting you stop until you come, even if she does come in.'

It was a lie but I was getting bored and wanted to get rid of him so that I could give myself a few more orgasms. I wasn't going to let him see me abandon myself that much.
He pumped harder and faster, clearly worried but desperate to come. His knees buckled and his cum spurted all over the kitchen table, narrowly missing me. "That was bad. You don't want my flatmate to know you've been wanking over the kitchen table do you? You'd better lick it off."

He looked flushed and ashamed as he knelt to lick the table clean of his own cum. I enjoyed seeing the look on his face and would remember it later when I was alone.
"Right, all done then, Well, get your clothes on and hurry off home. I've got plans. If you're good, maybe we can meet after next week's class.
"Next week?" His eyes were bright with excitement despite his clear anxiety.
"You've still got a lot to do before you learn your lesson. Now, get out of my sight!'

My eyes followed his tight arse as he left my flat. I smiled to myself, already formulating plans for next week's lesson.