Female dominant, male submissive

“Whatever should we do tonight?” she asked, kicking off her shoe and tracking her toe up his leg under the restaurant table, an “I just might be up to some mischief” look in her eye.

“Fuck like bunnies,” he answered, taking her hand in his.

“Well, duh,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him. “I mean, what else should we do? The night is long — as are other things. And I’m thinking that I want to be up really late.”

“Netflix?” he asked.

“I don’t want to zone out – I want to think. Wanna play Scrabble?”

“Oh, you want to lose a game, that works.”

“Puh-lease. You so sure of yourself? Wanna make things interesting?”

“How interesting?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they might want to the other,” she replied. That glint in her eye moving from “I might just be up to some mischief” to “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.”

“Anything?” he asked with a questioning look in his eye, almost spitting out the last sip of his beer.

“Anything,” she replied, squeezing his hand. “Let’s go back to my place.”

He paid the bill lickety-split, and they worked back to the car. They drove home, hand in hand, as he sang “I’m gonna get some anal…I’m gonna get some anal” lilt in a barely audible tone. She simply smiled.

“Ladies first,” he said, and she played a simple “Hey” over the center star.

He responded “Q-U-E-U-E with a double letter score on the Q.” Adding a “fuck yeah” at the end.

“Oh my,” she said, taking off her top, before playing “T-R-I-P”, with the I on the Q, and the P on the U.

He blinked, looking up from his letters, turning TRIP into TRIPS, playing REST going the other direction.

She took off her pants. “Do you like them?” she asked, pointing to the matching zebra-striped bra and panties. “They’re not the most comfortable, but they sure make me feisty.”

He drooled a bit in reply. She looked at her letters, and turned TRIPS into STRIPS before reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. She leaned back and started rubbing herself between her legs.

He played “TIT” off the T in REST and giggled.

She cackled. “J-E-Z-E-B-E-L, with the Z on the double letter score, and the L on the triple word score. “Jeez, math is so very hard, but if I’m adding correctly, that’s 150 points.”

“Wait, wait a minute,” he replied, suddenly overly interested in the game.

“Look it up,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Here’s an entry from dictionary.com. Oh, and here’s one from Merriam Webster…”

She dropped her panties. “It’s your turn.”

The rest of the game didn’t go so hotly for him. And despite her nakedness, no other act of distraction was deployed. His vocabulary may have been varied and ample – and he tried his best. But she played the board masterfully. For every 6 or 7 letter word he played, she scored a three letter word that would score against 3 other words. It was obvious he was outmatched. The end score was 427-199.

“Now, what were the stakes?” she asked?

“Anything,” he said, gulping, having no idea just what to expect.

“Well, upstairs – chop chop! And lose the clothes on the way.”

Upstairs he went, shedding his t-shirt and jeans once he entered the bedroom. Then his boxers. He “stood at attention” in front of her and went to kiss her.

“Oh, there will be time for that later,” she responded, turning around. “On all fours, at the foot of the bed, facing the bed.”

Not knowing what might be in store, he simply complied. She went to her bedside table and pulled out what looked like a long piece of wood. She placed it at his side and sat between his legs. “I think it’s time for a lesson in humility — this is a humbler. A little time in this and, well, I think you’ll find you might not be so sure of your….gifts.” And with that she reached for the device, unscrewing two bolts, and he was able to see it was two pieces of wood, screwed together, with a hole in the middle.

Next, she pulled his balls back and placed his scrotum upon one of the wooden slats before placing the second on top of that, his testicles pulled taut away from him.

She whistled as she re-fashioned the bolts, securing the device to him. She stood “I think you should get on the bed.”

He tried. While he was in a crawling position, he wasn’t in pain – things mightn’t have been super comfortable with “the family jewels” held back – but it didn’t really hurt. But if he made even the slightest motion to straighten his hips? The device pulled his testicles further away from him, causing him to yell in pain.

She laughed. “Oh, I guess that won’t work. We’ll make do where you are,” she said, running her fingernails over his taut scrotum. He flinched, the motion causing him even more pain. “I like that noise!” she responded to the yelp/whimper/moan which escaped his lips before he returned to a stasis position.

“But I’m forgetting something,” she said, running her fingers down his back. “What was it?” she asked, moving her fingers into his hair and, lovingly, scratching his scalp.

He sighed in pleasure, but was otherwise silent before she removed her fingers from his hair and spanked his prone scrotum.

He jumped with the shock of things, and again, let out a cry of agony as the flinch made him involuntarily straighten his hips.

“I asked a question” she said. “I expect an answer.”

“Ummmmm, I don’t know. What could you possibly be forgetting?” he replied, no small amount of panic in his voice.

“Oh, I remember,” she said. And, in the same song he sang in the car, lilted “you’re gonna get some anal. You’re gonna get some anal.”

Again, he gulped as she worked her way to her bedside table. “Just what do you have in there?” he asked.

“Oh, just some odds and ends” she replied, showing him a steel anal hook, what looked like a large dog collar, a huge bottle of lube, and a short length of rope.

“And to think, I thought the most risque thing I might find in any bedside table was a vibrator” he said, eyeing the assortment of gear she carried back to him.

“Oh, I have four of those in there!” she giggled before sitting upon his back, as if riding a pony. He let out a cry of protest as he let his hips straighten ever so slightly to receive the weight, before righting his posture. She placed the collar around his neck and stood before opening the lube. A huge dollop went about the ball on the hook.

A huge dollop went onto his anus, followed immediately by her fingers spreading things around. He tensed.

She smacked his balls and said “relax.”

He jumped at the impact. But did not relax.

“Listen, it’s going in. You had no problem with thinking about putting something up my ass – you were all into the rules. If you relax, you might even enjoy it.”

And with that, she pushed – he gasped as the penetration was complete. “ooh, pretty,” she said, before threading the length of rope through the “O ring” on the hook and then through the same on his collar. She tied things so that the rope was taut – but not pulling. If he tried to straighten his hips, the humbler would pull his balls. If he tried to arch his back to lessen the constant tug on his scrotum, the hook would dig deeper into him. He mightn’t have been truly bound, but he was absolutely stuck.

“And now,” she said, her voice deliciously full of evil, “we play.”

First, she dragged her fingernails over his testicles, causing him to flinch and whimper and fight every bit of reflex to keep himself still. So she grabbed his balls and twisted.

He yelped, almost kicking his right leg straight back, resulting in him arching his back, leading to a grunt with the pressure of the hook in his ass.

She giggled. And did it again. And again. Eventually, he was able to minimize his motion, if not stay exactly still. At any rate, she started to grow bored with that bit of a game as his motions and sounds weren’t nearly as entertaining as he gained some level of control over his body.

So she went back to her bedside table and came back with a bullet vibrator and a knitting needle. “You tell me, should I be mean or kind?”

“And just what have you been so far?” he responded. So she kicked his balls. Tears, this time, came to his eyes the flinch/scream/recoil/arch/grunt chain effect started.

“Oh, I so love those noises,” she responded, placing another swift kick.

“Kind, please. Please. I’ll take the kind” he managed to whisper through deep, panting breaths.

“My my – are you actually learning to learn?” she gloated before turning on the little vibrator. She traced all around his prone testicles and smiled as she watched him try to keep himself still. His cock, having had lost its erection during the whole of the torture, started to reform its rigid state.

She worked the vibrator from his scrotum to the shaft of his penis, running it the full length. Pre-cum started to drip, freely, from the head of his cock. “I know you’re scared,” she whispered in his ear, “but your body says that you’re really liking this.”

“I can’t deny either part of that statement,” he responded, breathlessly.

And with that, she turned off the vibrator. He tried to thrust his hips so that his cock would stay in contact with it. Of course, this lead to even further groaning. The groaning delighted her.

So she pulled out the knitting needle, and proceeded to trace along the underside of his shaft, and then all around the head of his cock, visiting each crease in the skin. He shuddered and whined, trying to hold still.

She toyed with the little hole in his cock with the dull point of the needle. He squirmed – nearly bucking. “You might want to hold still,” she said, pressing hard against the opening of his pee hole – never inserting . . . just making the needle presence felt.

He complied. And gasped.

With that she dropped the needle and took the upper side of his shaft in her left hand. With her right hand, she started a series of light slaps to the underside of his cock.

“Well, my my — it’s a shame you can’t fuck like this, because I love seeing your cock that hard!” she exclaimed.

“Can we please fuck?” he asked.

“No,” she said, simply, and went to her table again – this time, returning with a teacup and saucer. He looked perplexed but didn’t say a word. She went back to the bottle of lube. She squirted a glob into her right hand and went back to the erect cock. Slowly, with a firm, obviously practiced grip, she started to jerk him off – never moving her hand fast, but twisting at just the right place in order to make his hips move involuntarily. She loved the noises he’d make as this happened.

She started to sense that “point of no return,” and stopped her motion. He whimpered at the loss of contact. “Please,” he pleaded.

“We’ll give it a second,” she replied, placing the saucer directly under him. “Three…two…one… let’s start again.” And she did, cackling with delight at the noises he was making. This time, when she stopped, he looked back at her.

Well, he tried to look back at her. With near panic in his eyes, he ignored the tugging at his anus. “It’s too late,” he said.

And without any contact to his cock, he spurt onto the pre-set saucer.

“Yay, cum!” she cheered.

“And since you’ve had an orgasm,” she said, climbing onto the bed, “I’d like about a dozen.” With that, she positioned herself before him, her legs spread around him, her sex right at his mouth.

He licked her like he had never licked her before. She threw her head back in absolute delight as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body.

When he had her full, she pulled herself away from him. “You’re such a good boy,” she said, untying the rope securing the hook to the collar. She directed “again, relax,” as she popped the hook from him. Next, she undid the collar, and then freed his balls from the humbler.

“You’re going to lick up your mess, then you’re going to head to the bathroom to clean the hook. Then get in the shower.”

He moved his head down to the saucer & hesitated. “I can put the humbler back on,” she said. “I’ve swallowed how many times, surely you like it when I do it, don’t you? Show me you can do it, too.” He hastily licked up his goo, but she wasn’t having it. “You can do better than that,” she exclaimed before picking up the saucer and holding it in front of him so that he could lick it clean.

“Now, the hook” she said, as she sat down to re-assemble the humbler. He took the hook to the bathroom sink and washed it, thoroughly, before turning on the shower. He stepped into the hot water and she came in after him. They kissed in the steam as her fingers reached all over him, clearing any trace of lube from his cock and between the crack of his ass.

He started to grow hard.

“Now, if you had been any more creative than, ‘I’m gonna get some anal,’” using air quotes as she mock-sung his immature little song. “Maybe I would have thrown the scrabble match.” She kissed him again.

“I’m gonna sleep. We’ll play again in the morning. Only this time, I’m gonna bring my A game” she said, leaving the shower before turning off the hot water.