Female dominant, male submissive (if you can’t tell from my complete lack of posting, my life has been a bit out of control as of late . . . so, well, when that happens, the need to “not be in control” finds its way into my psyche – not to worry, though, the dominant side never stays dormant for long).

“Enter” was what he heard as he knocked on the door. Turning the knob, the scent of vanilla was what he noticed just before the cold. The A/C was pumping high. Candles lit the entryway. She was not there.

“You’re five minutes late,” a disembodied voice came from somewhere. “Strip and get on your knees.”

He did not hesitate, and his clothing was thrown to the floor, unceremoniously. As he dropped to his knees, his erection started.

“Play with yourself for those five minutes that you owe me. But, you little slut, you better not cum.”

And so his right hand reached for his cock. And he stroked himself. He didn’t know where she might be, but he knew she could see him, and he put on a show. His hand worked the familiar motion quickly & firmly – each time he stroked to the base of his erection, he would keep only his index finger along his member, ensuring that she could see his erect sex in detail.

After a few minutes, he took his hand away, fearing that he might violate the “no cumming” rule. As soon as that moment passed, however he restarted the all-too-familiar motion.

Just before a second “I better stop before I cum” moment, an “ding” was heard. Did she set a timer for him? “Tssk, I asked for five minutes, and you gave me just about four,” her disappointed voice sounded. “In the desk in front of you, you’ll find some rubber bands in the drawer. Put one of those thick ones on – double it up until your balls ache.

And, hands trembling, that’s what he did.

Finishing, he sighed and looked up. She was standing before him, a corset covering her breasts and midsection. She wore nothing else, but in one hand, she held her trusty Hitachi. “Sit on the chair, slut, you’re going to be my dildo.”

He sat on the chair and she walked up to him, placing her finger under his chin, lifting his face. “First, though, I want that tongue.”

That was all the command he needed, and he spread the lips between her legs with his tongue. Expertly, he rubbed, circled, and teased her clitoris. She held her vulva back with two fingers and he took her love button between his lips and started to suck.

And she smacked his cock.

“Um, excuse me. I said your tongue,” she sternly corrected and then knelt down next to him, plugging in her favorite electronic toy.

“That’s twice now you haven’t followed directions,” she lectured. “Let me make this simple for you – until I’ve had my fill, you are not to cum, got that, slave boy?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” and she turned on the vibrator. She turned her back to him, reached between her legs, grabbed for his cock, and slowly lowered herself onto it. Once fully seated, his body fully supporting her bodyweight, she touched the Hitachi to her clit.

He fought the urge to fuck her, trying to keep his mind anywhere but where he was as she brought herself to climax after climax with her vibrator as her pussy was filled with his cock/her plaything.

He soon noticed that his seat was absolutely soaked with her juices.

As the temptation to thrust into her became more & more unbearable, she turned off the vibrator and let it drop to the floor. Her hands grabbed onto his knees and she slumped, exhausted. Yet, with a flex of her own muscles, a kegel exercise meant that she grabbed onto his cock with her pussy. He groaned. With the groan, she slapped his bound balls. He squeaked. She smiled.

Pressing down on his knees, she lifted herself off of him. A string of her juices & his precum joined them for a few seconds, until she turned herself around. “Damn I love the way you look when you’re hard,” she explained.

“Take off that rubber band. Chop chop.”

He stood at the command. His scrotum, by this point, was just started to turn purple. His first attempt to extricate himself left him letting out a yell of pain when the rubber band recoiled back on him. More carefully, the second attempt left him free – but the sudden rush of bloodflow into his testicles dropped him to his knees.

“Not on your knees, slave boy. Lie down on the sofa,” she said, pointing to the next room.

Quickly, he got himself to his feet and walked over to the room, where an L-shaped sofa sat. He, being the bigger of the two, went to the larger of the sections. As soon as his bottom touched the sofa, though, he heard the clank of chain. He laid himself down and she moved to the pre-positioned restraints, first securing his ankles so that his legs were held apart and then his wrists, so that they were about at the level of his head.

“I have some television to catch up on for a little while. But I know you’re a few episodes behind me, and we can’t have spoilers – so I think I need to blindfold you as you listen to a selection of the latest Tony Award winners.” And two blindfolds were placed over his eyes, just to doubly ensure that no light made it through. Before the earphones were placed over his years, however, she added “Oh, and that friend of yours? I think I’m going to text him for a little bit during the down parts of these shows. Let’s hope he’s got your texting skills. Know that I’m going to show him all of me. And tell him what he & I will do together when we finally meet up.”

“Yes, ma’am,” was all he could muster as a response.

The next few hours passed with her snap-chatting his best friend and catching up on her Netflix queue. She lost the corset. And, whenever her lover showed signs of growing limp, she’d lubricate a single finger with her own juices and slowly run it along the underside of his shaft. Watching him futilely fuck the air always made her giggle. And it never failed turned her on all the more.

All caught up on her shows, she took the headphones off her plaything. “I’m all hot & bothered again – your friend is going to do quite well for me. Your mouth, now, make it work for me.” And with that, she lowered herself onto his waiting lips. He licked & teased her clitoris until it found its way out from its hiding spot, and then he took that love button between his lips and worked it as if it were a tiny cock.

She came again and again, until the strength started to wane from her legs, where she stood herself up. His mouth reached out for her, but she had already moved onto her next action item on the dirty checklist she held in her mind.

His ankles were unshackled.

“I’m going to undo your wrists,” she explained as he moved his legs around in their newfound freedom. “You’re to flip over and lie back down. You better learn to relax really soon.”

And with that, she unfastened the wrist bindings. He flipped himself over and she secured him right back as he was, wrists first, then ankles.

Seconds later, warm massage oil was poured on his back. And for the next half hour, his back was treated to soft touches, deep pressure, soft kisses, warm breath, and playful bites.

As lower back moved away to ass, though, she left the room for a few minutes.

“I sure hope you’re nice and relaxed,” she said upon her return. She pressed the tip of the strap-on which she had just put-on into his bound right-hand. “Stroke it for me,” she commanded, and, as well as his bound hand could, he treated the phallus as if it were his own penis.

A few seconds of that, though, and she was bored and pulled back.

Massage oil was poured between his butt cheeks. He breathed in deeply, attempting to relax all he could.

She pressed in firmly and fully with a single thrust.

He groaned but took it all.

Fully pressed in, she rested all of her weight against his back. “You’re mine,” she whispered into his ear.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Ride it,” she said, not withdrawing the phallus one iota. To comply, he fucked the sofa, pushing himself forward and then back.

“Tomorrow,” she explained, “I’m going to lunch with your friend. I’m going to jerk him off under the table at the restaurant and then fuck him in the ladies room. What do you think of that, my slut?”

“It turns me on, Mistress,” he replied, continuing to ride the phallus up his ass. “I love knowing you’re happy & content.” After grabbing a breath, “and getting all the sex you want.”

Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the back of his head as she started thrusting to match his riding of her cock.

He started to whimper and his body started to tremble.

She withdrew fully. He gasped. “Remember, slut, no cumming until I say.”

He held his orgasm in. Somehow. She simply watched him as his body convulsed.

Slowly, she took off the strap-on before un-fastening his ankles again.

“Up up, on your knees now,” she ordered, and, his head and shoulders still on the sofa, he got to his knees, his ass in the air.

She rewarded him with a series of firm spankings.

With each, he responded “Thank you, Mistress.”

When making his ass red started to make her hand sore, she stopped, lightly touching all around the now-hot skin.

“You’ve somehow managed avoiding a third strike, my slut,” she explained. “Do you think you’ve earned an orgasm?” she asked, looking at his throbbing cock as precum dripped out.

“Please, Mistress” came his whispered reply.

And with that, she unfastened the binds holding his ankles to the sofa. “Lie down on your back, once again.”

He complied, wincing just the slightest bit as his freshly spanked backside hit the sofa. She laid herself down on her side, holding her head up with her left arm. With one finger, almost absent-mindedly, she stroked the underside of his cock from base to tip, coaxing out more precum. With seconds of this, he was trembling & whimpering. She could tell he might just go on his own.

She continued the single finger torture as she took just-the-head of his cock between her lips. Seconds later, he squirted. She accumulated all of his jiz in her mouth, and when she was certain he had no more in him, but with his cock still rock hard, she took her mouth off his member; her mouth moved toward his lips.

And she kissed him, passing his seed right back to him.

After he swallowed, she lowered her wet pussy onto his still-quite-erect cock.

“Now, Fuck me hard. I want my pussy bruised when your friend fucks me tomorrow.”

And so he did. He stood, supporting her weight with his legs, grabbed her hair, threw her onto the sofa, and, leveraging himself on the coffee table between the legs of the L-shaped sofa, he pounded her.

Sweat pouring from him in buckets, his second orgasm forced him to collapse against her. With the final spurt, his cock worked its way to flaccid for the first time in hours.

He kissed his way down her body and she spread her legs as he got to her pussy. As he knew she wanted, he sucked out his cum before an oral & digital worship of her pussy lead to her most intense orgasm of the day.

“Nap,” he said to her. “I’ll head out & come back with dinner.”

“Such a good little slut,” she whispered, positing herself outside of the wet spot. She was asleep before he had managed to dress himself.