(written by @yaazooo; inspired the woman’s perspective)

“What am I doing?” is all I can say to myself as I ride my motorcycle to a lady’s house that I barely know. The nervousness almost kept me from coming here but the large hard-on is what brought me.

I met her just a week ago when I brought the bike in for a tune up. We talk, I ask her to join me for a drink and get to know each other. She says ‘yes’ and we end up sharing a nice bottle of St. Emilion outdoors at little restaurant downtown while eating each others dinners. After our second bottle, our tongues got a little loose and the more comfortable we got with each other the more personal our conversation became. As we talked and the alcohol coursed through us, the conversation somehow it got around to fantasies. I mentioned that I had heard about being dominated and that is was something that interested me. Her eyes immediately light up and said that she knew a little about that scene and if I ever wanted to explore it to call her.

I dreamt of whips and chains that night. I sat on her number for a few days, but couldn’t stop thinking about it. When I called her, she immediately invited me over to her place with a hint an excitement in her voice. Her only request was for me to be completely shaven, saying she liked her slaves smooth. I am a tall, well-built man who always is in control. A man that makes his presence known and even though I am is not outspoken or loud, I command respect. This is what makes me excited and nervous at the same time, can I give up control? Can I put myself out-there, not knowing what was going to happen to me next? That I am totally in the hands of someone else? I pull up to a modest house in a nice development; kids playing in the street, minivans in the driveways. Can this be the right place? When the door opens, I find myself looking at the same very pretty lady I had shared dinner with. She is only 5′ 3″ and maybe 110 pounds.

Can she really dominate me, this beautiful, petite woman?

She has a nice smile and beautiful delicate hands and feet. She takes my hand and leads me inside without speaking a word. I get a thrill of excitement as she takes me into the basement. It is dungeon, ‘My god what have I gotten into’ is all I can think.

Still not saying a word, she starts to take my clothes off and as I get naked she smiles a little more. She leads me to the center of the room, where some chains are hanging down from the ceiling. She secures my hands in them, and the bar is fastened between to keep my arms spread wide. She drops and does the same to my feet.

I’m full exposed to her, totally vulnerable, totally in her control. She comes up behind me and places a blindfold on me. My nervousness increases as she places a ball gag in my mouth. I know that she is taking her time to make sure that I comfortable with everything she’s is doing but also as part of the ritual.

I am totally scared, excited, and turned on all at once.

I hear her walking out of the room. I hang there, naked, in the dungeon for what seems like forever. I hear her come back in; I can tell that she is wearing heels. She circles me and runs her fingers all over my body. I get goose bumps where she touches.

Bam!

She hits my ass with what feels like a riding crop! I explode with pleasure and pain! She keeps circling and hitting me in all my erogenous zones. She bites my nipples; she lightly tickles my chest and abs. She is giving me a whirlwind of pleasure and pain without even touching my cock. I can’t see her to know where she’s going to strike next and I can’t call out in pain or pleasure. I never thought my dick could get so big and hard; it is straining for relief.

She finally runs a finger down my cock’s shaft and it jumps to her attention. She licks the head briefly, teasingly. Her tongue touches my balls ever so slightly before she moves away. Then, I feel her tongue on my asshole and my knees buckle. Her tongue is like heaven as it explores my ass. She carefully slides a finger in; I try to scream in pleasure. My dick is so hard it’s aching in pain. As the pleasure goes on and on, she almost makes me cum just from playing with my ass.

She gets up and takes off my blindfold so I can she her. She is not the same lady that answered the door. She has her hair pulled up, dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick. She has a leather dress on, so tight with her lovely breast pushed up. And she has the tallest leather boots on.

God she looks like an angel in leather.

She removes the gag, sets my arms free and lays me down on the floor. Taking my wrists, she pulls me tight and binds my arms over my head to leather straps attached to the wall. Expecting more of the same throttling, I am pleasantly surprised when she walks over to me and squats, putting her beautiful pussy in my face. I happily lick in her warm juices; slowly exploring, sucking and biting her. I can feel her building up; she tries to control herself but still trembles slightly as waves of pleasure begin to move through her. She adjusts herself so I can get to her sweet ass, which I hungrily devour.

I am pulling at my restraints; I want to feel her so bad. It is agony not to be able to touch her with me hands, kiss her on the mouth. Feeling my muscles tighten, she turns and lies fully on my body. She is as light as a feather against my large frame. She gently takes me in her arms and holds me till I stop straining.

Once she feels my body begin to relax, she looking me deep in my eye, she smiles and slowly begins to unbind me. I am under her total control; I can not do anything without her approval. I do not want to disappoint her, to lose her. I sit where she puts me, waiting and watching obediently. She peels off her dress, exposing her beauty for me to drink in. She walks over to me and tenderly kisses me while holding my head in both hands. She takes my hand after the longest, sweetest kiss I ever had and leads me to her bedroom. There we fulfill our every need as we switch between dominant and submissive. I please her again and again as she wraps her legs around my hips. I fill her with my seed as her pussy sucks it in.

As I am leaving the next day, she hands me a box. In it is a stainless steel collar which she says, if I put it on then I belong to her. I happily hand it to her to place around my neck, because I am hers in mind, body, and spirit.