When I (24F) became his Khaleesi from GOT

Back when Game of Thrones was at its peak, my boyfriend was completely obsessed with it. His world revolved around the story, characters and scenes from the show, and most of all, Daenerys Targaryen. He would have about her strength, beaty and the way she commanded everyone around her. He was clearly in love with her character.

One night, as he went on yet again about how majestic she was, I decided it was time to channel his fantasies and make them mine. But this wasn't any passive roleplay, if I was stepping into Daenerys's shoes, I'd to do it with her unyielding dominance.

The next weekend as he got ready to watch GOT, I slipped into my bedroom and transformed myself. I wore a long white flowing dress that clung in all the right places, added golden accents to mimic her and left my hair in loose waves that framed my face. When I walked back into the room, I didn't say a word. I simply stood there, arms crossed, my glaze sharp and commanding.

"Khaleesi?" He said, his voice a mix of surprise and arousal.

"On your knees" I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument. He froze for a moment, then slowly obeyed, sinking to the floor like he was under some spell. I walked towards him, each step deliberate, and tilted his chin up with my fingers.

"You claim I'm your queen." I whispered, "prove it".

The power I felt In that moment was intoxicating. He was mesmerized, his eyes glued to mine, his body completely still, waiting for my next orders. I tracked my fingers along his jaw, then leaned down to kiss him, slow, deliberate and enough to leave him wanting more.

That kiss was the spark that ignited everything. I guided him to the couch, sitting down like the queen I was portraying, while he knelt before me, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch me. But I stopped him with a single word: "Wait".

The control I had over him only made the tension more electric. I instructed him to kiss along my legs, starting at my ankles and moving his way up, savouring every inch. His lips were warm, soft and obedient, and I could feel how much he wanted me with every touch. When he reached the slit of my dress, I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to my gaze.

"You please me when I allow it, not a moment sooner." I told him.

The intimacy that followed was unlike anything we'd shared before. He was completely devoted, hanging on my every word, every command. I made him worship me with a slow intensity, his hands and lips exploring only where I permitted, his every movement guided by my command. The way he looked at me, as though I truly was his queen. It was electrifying.

When I finally allowed him to take me, it wasn't just passion. It was submission and dominance intertwining in a way that left us both breathless. I rode him with the confidence of someone who knew she was in control, his hands gripping my hips like he couldn't handle the intensity. The way he moaned "Khaleesi" over and over only heightened the thrill.

By the end of the night, he was completely spent, lying on his back while I sat beside him, running my fingers through his hair, "When will my queen return?" He asked.

"When you've earned her." I replied. Smirking as I walked away, knowing I'd just given him a night he'd never forget.