Male dominant, female submissive.

I nibble your ear as my hands paw at your body. One hand cups a breast as the other finds your ass. You let out the cutest little yelp as I turn up the intensity of the nibble. And then pinch your nipple through your blouse and bra.

I re-position myself and place my mouth over yours. I kiss, hungrily and my hands, greedily, work down the buttons of your blouse, quickly and unceremoniously unfastening things. I push your shirt to the floor.

I move my kiss to your neck, to just the space a vampire would bite. You crane your neck to give me better access and I trace my fingertips down your spine to cup your ass, then back up, unfastening your bra.

I step back and turn around. You let your bra fall to the floor. From a drawer, I pull out two cuffs attached to long straps. I step to you, pick up your left hand, kiss your fingers, one at a time, before affixing the cuff to your wrist. I repeat the process, binding your right hand and then look up.

Your eyes match mine to find three “O” rings jutting out of the ceiling, making a triangle. “I get the sense that you’ve always liked how tall I was,” as I stand to my tip-toes and thread the straps of each cuff through a ring before placing the two together and through the third ring.

From a weight bench, I pick up a kettlebell and, with deft fingers, a counterweight is tied to the other end of the straps. Slowly, I lower it, and your arms lift above your head – not so taught that you’re being pulled from the floor. You test, and you can move your arms – but it’s obvious that doing so tires you.

I step back and admire your body.

And then I step toward you, moving my face to yours, keeping my lips *just* out of reach. You close your eyes and move your mouth toward mine, and are met with nothing more than a trace of my breath.

I pinch a nipple between two fingers before interlocking my lips with yours. I kiss, passionately, hungrily, while exerting more and more pressure between my thumb and forefinger. You break the kiss with a gasp, and I move away from your body once again. Immediately, you move to meet me, but the restrictions of the bondage make touching me impossible.

I kneel before you, and unbutton your jeans before unfastening the fly and then hooking fingers inside the waist and jerking them, along with your panties, down to the floor. I stand and kiss you.

My fingers meet the wetness between your legs, and I press against your clit.

Your body starts to gyrate. I press harder. I kiss harder.

As I sense your orgasm, I break the kiss, moving my mouth to the nape of your neck before whispering “I want you thinking about this moment whenever you touch yourself,” in your ear.

“Now cum,” I order, before biting your earlobe.

Your moan and shudder tell me your body complied.

But my fingers do not stop. You writhe, trying to get away from the continuous movement of my fingers against your pussy. It’s only when I sense that your legs are truly about to give that I break from you. I leave you, standing alone, bound to the ceiling, panting, watching your legs shudder.

I wonder what might happen if they actually gave, right at this moment. I walk around to your back side and tug on the kettlebell. Your body goes to attention. I release the counterweight and your legs return to their wibbly-wobbly state.

“Well, I guess I should do something to make things a little easier for you,” I say and bring a stool over. I lift you and place you, kneeling. The kettlebell hits the floor and you gain just a tiny bit of slack. You pant, your arms still above your head.

I place my left arm in front of your hip and swat your ass with my right hand. You cry out but then look at me. Our eyes lock — I love that look you get when you know I’m going to hurt you, and I see just how badly you want it.

Again, and again, I spank you, bracing your body with my other arm, all the while, our eyes locked in each other’s gaze.

“Kiss me,” you whisper, blinking a tear from your eye.

I move my mouth over yours and take your bottom lip between my teeth. I bite as a deliver a spanking far harder than any of the previously delivered assaults.

And then I step back, never taking my eyes from your own.

I unfasten my own fly and start to stroke my cock. The want, the lust in your eyes serving as a more intoxicating drug than I can possibly imagine. I *feel* you wanting your hands on me. Your mouth around my cock. Heck, I nearly blow my load right there as I process the frustration in your gaze.

I step out of my jeans, fully, and toward you, lifting you from the stool. I place my arms around you and lower you onto my cock. Your legs wrap around me, squeezing me.

With my left hand, I grab your hair and pull back. My mouth licks, nibbles, and kisses your neck. My right arm holds you securely as your own legs are wrapped around me.

I thrust into you with longing. I growl.

I feel your body convulse.

My grip on your hair strengthens. I press myself into you.

I growl deeper, releasing the hold on your hair. My left arm wraps around your middle. My right hand cups your ass, squeezing.

Feeling the hot, tender flesh of your ass in my hand, I pump harder.

And with one last thrust, I cum.

I stand still, my semen filling you, my mouth kissing yours. Slowly, your body slackens and you’re returned to an upright position, my cum slowly oozing from your pussy.

I lift the kettlebell and untie it while keeping tension on the straps. Slowly, I loosen the reins. Your arms drop to your side. I wrap my arms around you. “You did well, my pet.”