(inspired by @yaazooo it follows his piece just below)

I decided to leave my hair its natural wave for drinks with this large strapping man I had met while admiring his motorcycle. Waiting for him, I adjusted my summer dress to expose just the right amount of cleavage and thigh. I loved giving the illusion of innocence with a hint of sex. He struck me as the kind of man who liked to be in charge but could be easily thrown off with the right kind of flirting.

As he approached, I was taken aback by his height. Compared to my petite 5′3” frame, he towered over me. His manliness was almost overpowering as I watched most of the women in the bistro turn to admire his fine ass.

He ordered my favorite wine, St. Emilion, as we engaged in polite conversation. By the second bottle however, the warmth of the liquor could be felt in my cheeks and pussy. “Tell me your fantasies and I will share mine” I asked as I licked my bottom lip and ran my fingertips along the top of the wine glass.

For the first time since meeting at the garage, I saw a twinge of fear in his eyes, although it could have been shyness. “I am a man who has lived a life of being in control, providing calm and strength to others when it is required. I want to be the one who is controlled, the one who is not the strongest.”

I couldn’t help but part my lips and drop my eyelids, “Domination?” whispered from my mouth.

“Yes, you could say that.” He finished his glass and checked his watch. Nothing more was spoken of fantasies as we exchanged numbers.

Letting a few days pass from our wine-induced sharing, he finally decided to call and invited him to my home. My only request was that he shave…everywhere. Hearing the pause in his voice, I knew he understood why I had made the request and what I had planned.

Right on cue, my doorbell rang at 2pm and there he stood admiring the manicured lawns of my suburban utopia. You could tell he was a man meant to be in uniform, standing with an air of confidence, chest out and shoulders broad. Rather than invite him in, I just took his hand. Leading to my basement playground, his damp palm revealed his nervousness. The thought that I was already in control made my pussy ache.

I had converted my basement into my own personal dominatrix playground. The walls were covered with dark swathes of black satin and velvets woven with the finest black Italian leather. Steal chain-link held my various toys and sundry in their place. I watched him look about the room nervously as I began to remove his clothes. No words were spoken but I could feel his eyes study the leather bindings on the walls and ceiling.

Once I had him completely naked, I led him to the centre of the room, directly beneath two silver chains hanging from the ceiling. I placed his wrists in the leather cuffs that held his hands apart by a steel bar. I kicked the inside of his left foot over to the ankle cuffs that were attached to the floor. Soon he was standing naked, spread eagle in the centre of my ‘world’. I looked him over, studying his member which remained only slightly hard…I will fix that!

Walking around behind him, I pressed myself up against his back to place a blindfold over his beautiful eyes. Listening to his breath, making sure he was calm and okay with what was coming, I placed the ball gag in his mouth…the true test…his heart was pounding in his chest, he seemed nervous but willing.

Completely vulnerable, I wanted to build his anticipation.

He was mine, I owned him, I would do with him what I saw fit.

It was time for me to leave the innocent facade of the suburbs behind and become who I truly loved to be; a Mistress who devoured, who owned, who punished. It was she who wore the tight leather dress that barely covered her round ass-cheeks. It was her that laced up her bustier so tight she could feel her heaving bosom struggle against the material. It was her that laced her 4 inch leather boots up to her knees, leaving them on to fuck the shit out her slave. It was her that I became when I had a partner, a slave, a lover.

Returning to the room, I ran my fingertips across his chest. Sliding them down his abs and across his hips to his ass, I was careful not to touch his cock that seemed to stir. I ran my fingers down the back of his thighs and calves.

Drawing my favorite riding crop I began my punishment.

Bam!

I whipped that luscious tight ass.

Bam!

I whipped his left nipple. Again! The right one endured the searing instant pain. On and on, I circled him focusing on the various points of pleasure. I am not sure if he felt my tongue on his chest as I came in close to listen to his breathing, making sure he was turned on but completely scared shitless.

Indication of his enjoyment was the hardness of his cock. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Dirty boy! God, I needed to touch his dick! Restraining myself from devouring his cock whole, I ran my fingertips along the shaft.

My favorite pleasure with any man or woman was testing their limits, pushing them beyond their comfort zone. This mighty man of power who commanded attention would now be in my command. Walking behind him, I squatted and ran my tongue down the crevice between his rock hard ass-cheeks. I explored his nether regions running the tip of my tongue from the back of his balls to his asshole. Smooth and shaved, I could feel the moans building within him.

He was struggling to remain in control while dying to cry out in pleasure. Licking my finger to add lubrication, I worked it in slowly at first to give him the feeling of fullness that I am sure he had never felt before. His knees buckled as droplets of pre-cum fell to the floor…such a waste of yummy cream.

My pussy was drenched from the feeling of my tongue and finger being buried in his ass and now it was my turn to feel pleasure! Removing the blindfold and gag, I undid his binds and guided him to a lying position on the floor. Gently stroking his wrists, I rebound them in leather restraints attached to the wall. Breathing in deeply, I was dizzy from the combination of his erotic musk and sex.

With his body securely fastened to the floor, I placed my feet on either side of his head and slowly squatted to sit my pussy on his face. His mouth was at the ready, his tongue was going before my cunt even reached his lips. He teased my clit with skill, biting the hard nubbin and running the tip along my pink folds.

God! I could barely stop from cumming all over his face! But I wanted him to tease my asshole with the same enthusiasm and when I shifted down, he did not disappoint. I could feel his arms pulling against the restraints indicating to me that he was struggling for release.

I turned myself around and laid my petite frame upon him. Wrapping my arms around his sides, he was warm to the touch as I felt his muscles relax. I reached above his head and unfastened his restraints. Freeing his hands, he raised himself to a sitting position.

I stood and disrobed in front of his him, letting his eyes drink in my flesh, my supple tits and wet pussy. Pulling him to a standing position, I bent to undue his wrists and I felt him place his hands on my ass, squeezing and kneading my ass cheeks. It was time to reward him for meeting his duties, time to bring him into my other world, the soft gentle world of my white sheets and comfy duvet. In my bedroom, he slid his throbbing cock into my aching pussy and I moaned. Now he was in control and I became lost in his thrusts, his deep penetration, his animalistic fucking.

As I walked him to the door, I gave him one last reminder, a reminder that he was now mine. Some people exchange rings…a steel collar is much more effective in my world.

He was mine, I owned him, I would do with him as I saw fit.