Taking Down the Big Dog
Hello! My name is Aurora and I'm 32. I've been working behind the scenes for the WWE for about 6 years now. After his divorce, I started to have a VERY complicated relationship with one very specific Big Dog.
That's right. I'm seeing Roman Reigns. No one knows, not even Dean or Seth. That's because it's not really a relationship. Neither one of us are ready for that. This is more of a situation-ship. He comes to me when he needs something that no one else has ever been able to give him like I have. I'm a Domme. It's the female version of a Dom. He needs "broken down" occasionally. He takes on so much and so many people rely on him that the pressure becomes too much, and he needs to relieve that pressure.
WrestleMania week is always the hardest. I remember this year's when we were back in New Orleans. He needed it all week but couldn't find it in himself to admit it. Multiple times a day, every day I had placed my hand on the small of his back; our signal for if he needs me. Every time I tried, he would either shrug me off or simply say 'No, I'm fine.' So, I let it go.
Until Friday Night Smackdown. He lost the match and he threw the biggest tantrum I had ever seen. He was throwing tables and chairs and bags and anything else he could get his hands on. Finally, security got him calmed down and he went back to his hotel room. I decided to pay him a visit. I'm in only the royal blue pinstripe blazer I wore on the show, a bralette, and thigh high leather boots. My hair down and straight. Makeup still done from the show as well.
I knock on the door 3 times in a certain pattern; again, another signal letting him know it's me. He opens the door without a word; spinning round to gather his clothes. I hear the shower running so he must be headed there. I go ahead and approach him anyway, placing my hand on the small of his bare back.
"Not right now, Rory (my nickname from him)." He continues to shuffle through his toiletries bag.
"Yes right now, Roman. You've been a little shit all week and I'm not taking it anymore. Tonight was the final straw. On your knees on the carpet by the bed, Ro. Now." He side-eyes me, realizing quickly how serious I am. Quickly but quietly, he places his toiletries back in their respective places and sheds the white, super fluffy hotel towel he had placed around his waist.
"Just there is fine, Ro." I speak when he's reached the area I decide I want him in. As his knees hit the carpet, his head hangs low and his arms go behind his back.
"Forehead to the carpet, babe. Come on, you know this game." I pretend like seeing him ass naked and willingly submissive is not turning me on, even though it totally is. He slowly bends at the waist until his forehead hits the carpet and he let out a stuttered and shaky breath; silently awaiting my next step in this cat and mouse game we've been playing since day 1.
"Alright. Close your eyes, Ro. Don't open until I say so."
"They're closed, Mistress."
"Thank you, Ro." With that, I grab him by the hair at the back of his head and raise it up, so he's essentially facing just past my bare pussy into my eyes. His tongue lulls out when he gets a whiff of my essence.
"Bad, Ro. You know the rule. You get pussy later. Now, though, you get ginger. Open your mouth."
With that, I place the ginger fig on his tongue, and he goes to town sucking it; completely none the wiser of my plans for later.
"Now, for having such an attitude this week, and for not letting Mistress help you, this ginger will go inside your sweet little hole." I hear his breath catch.
"Count with me Ro. Ginger will be all in in 10 seconds. 1…2….3…."
Once the ginger is placed and nestled nicely against his prostate, he moans real loud and pretty for me. "Oh fuck. Thank you, Mistress. Needed to be punished for my actions. Fuck it hurts but it's so good."
Once he's calmed down some from the ginger, I proceed with my next step. "Hmm… How many spanks should Mistress give her disobedient little brat? 10? 15?" He moans again as I run the worn leather of my belt down well-defined line of his straight spine.
"15 it is. I better hear you counting every single one. Got me?" He nods instead of answering and the whoosh of the first hit pierces the air and then his skin.
"Fuck. Yes, Mistress. I understand. Thank you for my spankings, Mistress."
"Only 14 more, Ro. Can you handle that? Or are you a little pussy?" I tease him, pushing him further into his submissive headspace.
"Not a p'ssy, Mistr'ss. C'n handle 'm. Please gimme m' spankin's."
I shell out 3 in a row after his plea. The more spankings he receives, the tighter his hole clenches around the fig inside him which in turn squeezes more of the burning ginger into his hole. It's a vicious cycle that my little slutty boy loves.
"Oh fuck! Wow that's good, Mistress. More please. Spank me more!
"Only 5 more Ro. Would you like me to slow them down? Or just give 'em to you like the little slut you secretly are?
"Give 'em to me. I can take it. Pretty please, Mistress!" Tears fall from his eyes as he becomes more desperate.
"First, Mistress has another little surprise for her slut. Look sweetie. See what I've got?" He moans as his back arches, his hole clenches down on the ginger and his toes curl into the carpet. It's a cock ring. "Now my boy doesn't have to worry about cumming early. This cock ring will take care of that for us. Isn't that exciting, babe?" He's so cute when he pouts at me as I slide the ring on his erect shaft.
"Now, Ro, why don't you squeeze all the rest of the ginger from the fig so I can take it out. You know it's only going to get worse if I take it out too soon. Mistress has got something much more satisfying for you if you can squeeze all the juice out with that tight little boy pussy you've got." As I speak, I open the blazer to expose the bralette I have on and my bare pussy to his eyes. I rub myself to get my pussy wet some as he clenches down for the first time.
"Come on Ro. Can do better than that. Work that hole, babe. Get that juice outta there. Got a better treat for you if you do a good job." Within 5 minutes, his breathing regulates like a magic trick. He can't cum, but he dropped. Exactly where I wanted him to go. Now, to bring him back out.
I slowly dislodge the ginger from his hole. He starts to pant as I gently toy with the rosy flesh of his now fluttering entrance but makes no sound otherwise. I then retreat to the bed and grab the warm wet rags and dryer warmed towels I had grabbed from my room and gently place one of the rags over Ro's face; swiping downward. Then, I dry his face and neck with one of the towels.
Next, I drag his dead weight over and up onto the bed. I settle myself back against the headboard and set him between my legs; his back against my chest. I place a fresh towel over his torso and remove the cock ring. Without any help, his cock spurts 5 or 6 times onto the towel and he starts to tremble. He's waking up.
"Hi, Ro. You comin' back to me?"
"Rory?" he asks, still a little groggy.
"Yeah babe it's me."
"Kiss me" He puckers his lips adorably and I can't deny him. No matter how much it hurts to kiss him and do this for him and not be his.
"S'rry I's a lil shit this week. Din't mean t'."
"Shh Ro. It's fine. Here, have some water." He drinks half of the 36 oz bottle in one gulp.
"Thank ya, Mistress." He smiles goofily.
"Not Mistress now, Ro. Just Rory."
'All I'll ever be to you' I think to myself as he lays in my lap and we small talk while he comes back to me.
I'll always just be Rory.