Male Dominant, Female Submissive

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she said to him, tracing her fingers through his chest hair. “I was just thinking ‘geez, I’m in this bed great big bed, and I’m in quite the mood, whatever should I do if I can’t rouse him?’”

“I’m up, I’m up,” he grumped. And, taking the sheets of him, looked down to see that, yep, he was certainly “up.”

“Hmmmmm, that swelling might need to be investigated,” she giggled. “But first, coffee!” And with that, she hopped out of bed, wiggling her naked butt as she left the room.

While she was out, he gathered a few odds & ends from the “secret” bag stashed in the back of the closet, and when she returned, nude but carrying two cups of coffee, he was playing with two leather wrist cuffs.

“I see you have plans,” she said, taking a sip from her cup.

“I do, put those down,” and both cups ended up on her bedside table, and once her hands were free of the caffeine vessels, he reached out for her left wrist, securing one of the cuffs to it. Then, he did the same with the right.

“Sit down, gorgeous” he said, patting the corner of the bed, and she did. Then he took a belt off the ground and placed it and secured it around her stomach. On either side of the leather belt were two clips and she soon found her wrists secured to her sides.

And then she was shoved onto her back before he re-positioned her in the center of the bed, her head on a pillow.

He reached under the bed and brought out a firm rod – a cuff on either side. She looked at him, inquisitively, as he attached one cuff to her right thigh. And then the other to the left, he legs held apart.

“Ahhh, my favorite toy,” he said, placing his left hand behind her head, grabbing a fistful of hair by the roots and then tracing his fingertips down the line of her collarbone.

For the next twenty minutes, he teased. Never letting go of her hair, his fingertips traced her jaw, the nape of her neck, the crease of her breasts, her stomach, the line between thigh and vulva, over her pubic bone. Always avoiding her most sensitive of areas, he teased “his toy” until she was a writhing mass of lust.

“Please, let me touch you,” she said, making eye contact with him and pulling with all of her strength against the wrist bonds.

“All in due time,” he responded before spreading her pussy lips and pressing his fingertips against her clitoris. She thrust her hips at the contact, and he quickly withdrew his hand before tracing the line between right breast and chest.

Then he traced her areola with just the barest hint of pressure. Seeing her nipple harden, he pinched and twisted it, and she writhed even more.

He bent his head in to kiss her, and, as their lips met, his hand traced down her stomach to her sex. He bit her lower lip as he massaged the nubbin between her legs. Breaking with her lip, he looked down at her – her eyes closed as she was grinding her hips against his hand.

But he withdrew his hand before moving his face to her nipple, nibbling the “pokie” before whispering “you’ll look at me when I play with you,” and then biting, far harder.

She gasped before yowling in pain. He broke contact with his teeth before returning to massage her most sensitive parts.

As she locked eyes with him, he pressed harder against her sex. “Please, can I cum?” she begged.

“What’s in it for me?” he responded, breaking contact with her.

She reached out, making contact, with her left pinky finger, with his leg. “At least let me touch you!” she begged.

“You can do whatever you want!” she screamed.

“But you’re my toy. Are you actually giving me permission to play with my own toy?” he asked, rubbing her clitoris again.

“Fuck!” she yelled before biting her own lip, her eyes locked onto his gaze.

Naturally, he then broke contact with her before standing from the bed. Forcefully, he flipped her onto her stomach.

The spankings started lightly, but quickly, intensified. His right hand struck each of her butt cheeks in a regular cadence, until he was throwing all of his strength behind each blow. Tears started to stream down her face as he continued the barrage.

“I need to touch you,” she yelled, begged, pleaded.

He just spanked all the more.

When her pleas become undecipherable, he stopped, tracing where angry, red & purple welts turned to snowy, white skin.

He unfastened the clips binding her wrists to the belt. Then he spun her back onto her back, once again. He plugged in a heating pad, turned it to *high* and slid it under her battered backside before removing the spreader bar about her thighs.

Placing himself on top of her, she met his embrace with her legs and arms. She didn’t ask for permission as he pressed inside of her as she exploded in lust, picturing herself floating on an astral plane, in another world.