The Community Bull Pt. 03 by Bullwip
How Julie captured Steven
I had wanted Marcus in particular to sire my children for more than a year now, since first learning of his status as the Community Bull. Merely a piqued curiosity at first, it quickly became an obsession after learning he’d sired numerous beautiful children in the village. I had finally gathered enough nerve to set the wheels of my plan in motion. Now that Steven had resigned himself to his role in the years ahead, I could move forward with confidence. Marcus to sire three, maybe even four children. Steven earned a good income and had a bright future ahead of him with the firm. We could easily afford to raise several children.
Steven had presented himself as an eagerly submissive male from the very outset when me first met nine years ago. Our relationship is a perfect example of how polar opposites attract.
We had met through an online dating site that was very popular at the time. It catered mostly to people looking for a permanent relationship that had been frustrated with trying to find romance through traditional means; in nightclubs, through work, or among their friend’s networks. I need to call the shots in a relationship and if I’m honest, possess an entitled attitude with an occasional cruel streak. Very few of my first dates and early encounters with the men I’d met lasted long enough to become relationships. I would either quickly get bored with them or just outright chase them off in frustration.
It became very clear to me that to continue looking for a suitable male in the traditional way, could only end in ruin. I needed to try a much different approach if I was to get what I wanted and quite frankly, what I felt that I justly deserved.
I had some profile shots done by a well-established professional photographer best known for his boudoir work. My natural look is sporty meets preppy, on a petite frame, short dark hair, C cup breasts, a narrow waste and a gymnast’s backside. My bitchy friends at boarding school would refer to me behind my back as ‘Tits on a stick’. He was able to dress and pose me in ways that made me look hot without breaching the site guidelines. I was guaranteed to cast the widest possible net on a site called Plenty of Fish.
It was a good strategy as I was quickly bombarded with attention. I was pinged by a lot of interested men and able to select for desirable qualities bluntly and efficiently, disqualifying immediately any who clearly hadn’t taken the time to read my profile.
Anyone making the first cut would receive a canned response to their email if it appeared well written and genuine. After a couple of erudite small talk exchanges, I would move the conversation to ask frankly whether they were comfortable being in a female led relationship and if they had any experience in the lifestyle. Less than five percent had made it to this point, and only one in fifty of those expressed any interest in further contact. It was a time consuming and arduous process, but I was determined to only meet with a man who would be genuinely comfortable with my inner Bitch.
I nearly gave up. It took me nearly five months of patient sifting the chaff before I encountered Steven. We had a lot in common, both educated and from well established and well to do families. He had asked me in a very forward way what kind of play I wanted in a D/s relationship, to which I replied that I enjoy flogging my partner the most. It sometimes put me in a trance.
He responded by writing that if I truly enjoyed flogging someone then he was a man that I should consider meeting in person. I ignored him for another week, ruminating on the possibilities before agreeing to meet for coffee.
I teach English composition at a junior college in a community nearby and at the time I agreed to meet with Steven, I was very busy with grading term papers and didn’t have a lot of time for social activity but saw it as an opportunity to test his resolve to participate in a female led relationship. It was clear he was looking for somebody like me to control him and was eager to make an impression. I set up a meet at a favourite coffee shop informing him that would be wearing a lemon-yellow silk blouse and a white linen skirt. I omitted that the skirt was split halfway up the thigh far enough to see the lace work at the top of my stockings.
I arrived at my favourite place forty-five minutes early, choosing the table in the corner by the window and set out a stack of term papers. I began redlining my way through them, taking an occasional glance at the door, looking for a thinly built man about 170cm tall in chinos and a sports jacket, with short black hair and blue eyes.
He arrived fifteen minutes early, and immediately approached me. “Hello Julie, I’m Steven. Pleased to finally meet you.” He offered with a smile, “May I sit down?”
I sized him up and down long enough for him to realize what I was doing, then replied, “You’re fifteen minutes early Steven. I’m busy marking term papers. Perhaps you could get me a cup of black current tea and give me a few minutes to finish this off before we get to know each other.” I watched his perplexed expression suddenly change to the realization that I had just asked him to fetch me some tea.
“Erm… oh yes. Of course, black current tea! I’ll get that for you. Would you like a pastry?”
“No just the tea thanks. Black, no sugar.” My gaze had already returned to my work.
He returned a moment or two later with the large tea mug and saucer that the coffee shop favoured and placed it off to my right. There was a sachet of black current tea steeping in hot water. He went back to the counter and returned with a teaspoon and a couple of paper napkins, placing them to the right of the saucer.
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted it bag in or out.” He said, making conversation, perhaps, waiting for me to express my gratitude.
“You could have asked. Have a seat at another table,” I said waving him off without looking up, “I won’t be much longer.”
He took a seat a table nearby that offered a good view of my exposed thigh and sat patiently and quietly waiting for me to finish. I would occasionally straighten my leg, showing off the toned muscles of my thighs and calves, then adjust my skirt, or absent mindedly fiddle with the lace at the top of my stocking, for no other reason than to tease him. At one point he refreshed my tea without my needing to ask, busing away the original cup before taking his place again.
I stretched his wait out for an agonizing hour, considering that an adequate test, before abruptly rising and announcing that I would have a quick visit to the Ladies’ before we left. He seemed a bit surprised, probably because we had not discussed going anywhere prior. In the restroom I quickly removed my bra and tucked it into my purse and pinched my nipples for a few moments as they quickly stiffened up. I then tightly tucked my blouse into my skirt making sure that none of it was visible through the linen. The ten-gauge captive bead rings that adorned my fully erect pierced nipples showed through the thin silk perfectly.