Male dominant, female submissive

The day had been just about perfect. A brisk hike through a new path, skipping stones in an isolated pond, plenty of stolen kisses, a cozy meal out, constant hand-holding, a little bit of wine, a lot of good food, lots of laughter. It was one of those days that felt truly special – that you wish you could bottle up
and steal a sip from a random moments when things aren’t quite as good. The kind of day you know can only come once in a while, because, were every day like this, well, the “special” days just wouldn’t ever be special.

They held each other’s hands as they entered the bedroom. “Today’s been magical” she said to him, falling onto the bed.

“Magic days need extraordinary nights” he said, heading into his closet and pulling out a black bag. It made a heavy clunk as it hit the ground.

“Do they, now?” she asked, unbuttoning her blouse and throwing it in the hamper.

They embraced, and his hand moved to her back, unclasping her bra. “Get naked and get on the bed,” he whispered as her undergarment fell to the ground.

“Well, yes sir,” she said with a little curtsy before quickly complying.

He went into the bag, rummaging around for a bit before coming back with two fur-lined leather cuffs. She held her hands out to him and he placed one about each wrist before heading back to his closet and coming back with a
handful of ties.

First, he threaded one of his ties through the ring in a cuff, knotting it, and then securing the other end to the bedpost. Then, he did the same with her left hand. She tested things, she could move her hands a few inches
in any direction – she was quite sure she couldn’t break free.

He went back to the heavy bag – she was expecting ankle cuffs, but, instead, he came back with bright green, neon straps. She looked at him, perplexed, before realizing where she’d seen them before – these were the
ratchet ties they had always used to secure the kayaks when heading out on vaction.

Holding one end of the tie, from the right side of the bed, he threw the other end of the tie under the bed. Then, with the second tie, he did the same. “Here, hold these,” he said, placing one end of each strap in her right hand.
Walking to the other side of the bed, he picked up the other end of the first tie. Leaning over her, he grabbed one loose end from her hand and threaded the other end through before pulling it taught just above her breasts. With the
second tie, he did the same, only this time, securing her just below her breasts.

She squirmed – she chould still move a good bit.

Then he started pulling the ratchet of the bond about her shoulders. One, two, three, four clicks and she found she couldn’t even press into the mattress to squirm about. The bond about her ribs took five clicks until it threatened to be “too tight.”

He walked back to his bag, this time returning with a blindfold. Touching her face, tenderly, with his left hand, the right hand moved behind her head, cupping her head in his hand. With his left hand, he secured the blind over
her eyes.

He walked around the room for a little while, as she guessed what might be coming next.

He placed one hand under her lower back, and pulled-up, placing one pillow, and then another, under her ass. With her top secure to the bed, it curved her back – not uncomfortable, but she was aware she’s be slouching if she
were to walk while positioned like this.

More rustling in the bag and he then she felt something in the pit of her right knee. Her leg was yanked into the air and then held there – what could only be a bungee cord secured to the bedpost holding her leg up. Of course,
next the left leg was treated the same.

She never felt so exposed, her ass pointing toward the ceiling, her legs held apart, her chest ratcheted down to the bed.

“It looks like you like being exposed” he commented, placing his fingers against her wet sex. She tried to meet his fingers with a hip thrust, but her posiitoning left her unable to respond in such a way.

“It would appear so,” she said in a lusty whipser.

He left her pussy and walked to the side of the bed, lightly tracing a finger down the side of her jaw. Two fingers traced the line between neck and shoulder, down over the topmost of the bonds, and between the valley of her breasts.

The fingers of each hand started teasing, playing with each of her nipples, until they stood erect. Together, in once motion, he pinched and twisted them, making her gasp. Then he reached and squeezed her breasts, slowly but surely continually adding pressure as all five fingers of each hand squeezed into her flesh.

She gasped and tried to squirm, but there was no give. He chuckled at her helplessness.

“Kiss me, please?” she managed to eke out, and he released her breasts before bending down and kissing her, passionately. As his tongue explored her mouth, he reached back to her tits and squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, as hard as he could. As she gasped, he found her lower lip with his teeth and began to bite – while pulling her lip away. She uttered a pained “ow” before he released.

She heard some more rustling, but not coming from the bag.

There was a cold bit of pressure against her right nipple. “Is that your pocket knife?” she asked.

“Very astute,” he said, pressing the blade, flatly against her nipple. Then, he turned and traced down the mound to the lower of the ties keeping her still. Never pressing hard enough to cut, he traced down her belly, from the bind under her breasts to her belly button, then across to her right side and up her right ribs – over her right breast, then between her breasts before mounting her left tit. Down her left ribs over to her left hip.

Moving toward the center of her body, he traced the crease between her hip and her leg until thigh and vulva met.

His left hand parted the lips of her pussy and she felt the chilly, pointed end between the her inner and outer lips, as he traced that valley with a firm pressure that teased while falling well short of ever cutting.

She tried to rock her hips, but she was unable to move.

Slowly, the edge of the blade traced the outline of her most sensitive region. Up, around the top of her hood – never actually making contact with the nub which was growing harder and harder, as if begging for contact.

“Please,” she begged.

He broke contact with her. “Please what?” he asked.

“Please,” she responded, breathlessly.

He folded up the pocket knife and put it back in his pocket before placing two fingers over her clitoris.

Then the two fingers found their way into her as his tongue made contact with her clit – he licked with long, hard strokes from the base to the tip of his tongue against this little button as his fingers pressed fully, and firmly, into her.

Within seconds, she was trembling, unable to speak, barely able to breathe. He simply pressed against her, not moving, until her orgasm waned.

Slowly, he retreated his fingers, then broke contact with his tongue.

Time passed – maybe just a second or two, but not being able to see or move, it might as well have been an hour.

“I want to feel you,” she said. “Hug me?”

“But I can’t,” he responded, and she realized just how her current predicament left her, well, unhuggable. No way to reach around her. Though she was surely open to him.

Then the first spanking caught her right ass. As far as his spankings go, it was a light one. Then, her left cheek felt his bare hand.

“Ah, this is why he wanted those pillows below me” she thought, as he, slowly, began to increase the tempo of the swats, though he kept the intensity the same.

That is, until she couldn’t keep her mouth shut and “oh, more please,” came out of her lips, though she didn’t realize she was actually going to vocalize the thoughts.

Each swat started to come with more ferocity as her ass grew hotter and hotter.

Soon, he stopped and she whimpered. “But I was just getting into it!” she protested.

“Oh, I can see that,” he repoied, his fingers pressing against the truly wet opening between her legs.

“But!” she started to protest before she felt a firm THUD against her backside. His belt – oh, how she hated and loved that thing. It was one, two, three swats with the leather against her exposed bottom before tears started to leak out of the blindfold.

That saeemed to be his cue. She heard his belt hit the ground, and then his cock was inside her.

She tried to fuck him as he pushed into her. But she simply couldn’t move. As he pumped into her, he began to spank each of her breasts in turn. Unable to move, she simply took the pleasure and the torture together. He watched her hands moving the little bit that they could.

She came again, and he pressed fully into her until her spasms susbided, backhanding each of her breasts.

He started to pump again, this time squeezing her tits, his hands acting as vices, his thumbs pressing up through the bottom of her breasts as his fingers pressed down.

He let out a gutteral, primal growl as she whimpered.

And then he came.

He presed ingo her as he released her breasts until his breathing returned to normal and his cock fell out of her.

He kissed her forehead before releasing the ties about her legs. As each leg was free, it fell straight back to the bed.

Next, he hit the release lever on both tie down straps at the same time. She breathed in deeply with the renewed ability to move her chest.

She immediately when to hug him — but had forgotten her wrists were still bound. He chuckled at the futilility. Reaching over her body, he took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking as he then released her left arm.

He bit as her arm found its way around him.

He moved to kiss her as she freed her own right arm and removing the blindfold before swallowing him in a full body embrace.

She looked down at him. He looked up at her.

They stuck their tongues out at each other at the same time.

They kissed.