Burnt Confession by Anonymous

The first time I met DB, I had to correct his Fetlife profile-he said he was Domme. I was cracking up as I politely pointed out the difference between Dom and Domme and how the two words had come about and that they were pronounced the same when vocalized. While he was sincerely thankful for my correction of his beginner blunder-I got a good look at his picture. And it hit me-that overwhelming feeling of protection. This was curious to me because he was not-yet-physically in my presence. About 10 days later (or somethin like that) I was at a kink party wherea majority of my community goes, and he keeps walking by the pool room-and we keep making eye contact. I didn't expect him to be there-but the feeling came back again.

Later, I'm talking with a few friends and he walks up and we are introduced and he tells me I was the one that informed him about  the correct use of Domme. And it hit me very hard. He's not Dominant, he's sub. So I tested it just by touching him and telling him where he should feel a violet wand... not only through his clothes but without. And he did. We wound up inthe pool together relaxing as part of my aftercare for him and talked the rest of the night. We connected on so many levels that are not imagined, that it's rediculous.

For the next week we spent every evening together, talking, playing lightly since he's new, and it was wonderful. That saturday was my birthday, and he took some of my friends and I out for a nice lunch and paid for it. He said he'd call me later.

He texted that he got back together with his ex-girlfriend that night. My humor is a bit twisted so I was able to laugh about it sucking really bad, but at the same time it's another one of life's practical jokes on me.

The one party where I took them as my guests-thinking we could handle us being around each other and play it cool-people noticed and they came to me and asked me about him being with her, when it's obvious he wasnted to be with me. I played it cool and helped them with their scene. Both so new neither one knows or understands how to process pain or to give it at a moment when it can be processed effectively. Shakes my head-that was hard.

But this is harder: we still see each other 2-3 times a week, and text or call daily when he's not with her. The physical turn we have for each just by being in the same room or knowing each other is around is overwhelming.

I forgot my glasses at his place and he freaked out thinking he was going to get burned. The connections we have with each other are still there and are just as strong.....but this is what followed:

DB,
It was not my intention to leave my glasses in your bed. I forget where I put my glasses everyday, which is why I don't always wear them. I am truly sorry they were there.
You say you don't want to hurt S, because you love her. Then I ask you this and I want an answer-why did you get involved with me at all?
Because it's not S you just burned, it's me. You've basically told me in your texts-since getting back together with her that I was nothing but an intellectual and sexual curiousity while you waited to decide whether you wanted to be back with her or not. And now.. I'm "The Other Woman" and "Second Choice". I deserve better than that. I honestly believe there is a strong attraction between us, but now is not the time for it to be acted upon. I'll let the future take care of itself and let it unfold as it should. If it happens that we can act upon it at a later date and have the means to do so, then it'll happen. Timing in life is everything.
I would never do anything to burn you intentionally or unitentionally in any shape, form, or voice...a stupid absentminded mistake...I won't let happen again.
I will not come by your house again. Bring my glasses, and your pyramid.We can still meet for lunch or coffee occassionally-maybe icecream... but it's best if we stick to seeing each other at events most often.
Flames much dimmed,
F


DB:
written about 7 hours ago:
I'm very sorry for burning you, it was completly unintentional. I don't think you left your glasses intentionaly, I know you wouldn't do that. When we got involved i had no intention of getting back with S. but through talking with her I realized I wasn't able to let her go without giving it one more chance. I'm not the type of guy who trys to have intimate relations with more than one woman at a time, but when we are together I can't deny the attraction I have for you. I had no intentions of you and I fooling around the other day and I really thought we could take a nap without being sexual, but the attraction took over again. I take full responability for my actions and could have stopped at any time but chose not to. That was my choice, not yours.
Our paths have crossed for a reason, nothing happens by accident, I truely belive that. What our future holds for us is not seen yet, it it will unfold in it's own time. There is an incredably strong energy between us when we are together. I can't realy put my finger on it. I feels like we both become stronger and feed each other in some way without diminishing each others strengths. Sometimes it feels like we "butt" heads, but it"s because of the power we both have at our disposal. There's a certain mutual respect in that I think.
S will be goning home at 9:30ish so we can meet today. Let's have coffeee or something so we can talk for a bit, ok?
Sorry again for putting you in this position.
DB

F:

written about 6 hours ago:
Check your text log. You dumped me on my birthday to get back together with S.
Come by the house, I have coffee here. If you want creamer, there's milk.

In the end we acknowldge there's something very strong between us, but what we gave life to will have to be nouished carefully by each of us sperately, until a tme we can do it together.
While he has her, I have other partners to explore and get to know, but that protective feling is going to have to be there first, before I decide I want a man as my sub who has a lot of the same qualities aas DB>

I Remember by Heather

I remember her legs. I remember how impressed I was by her legs. They were long, but fit her perfectly. The legs of a runner perhaps.

I remember her hugs. The hugs that lasted longer than I had expected and how incredible safe I felt in her arms.

I remember her kisses. Going from sweet & gentle to possessiveness. I was hers after all.

I remember how we played miniature golf and how she had a hole in one. On the wrong course.

I remember how sick she was, yet she didn't show it. There was chemo, she was tired, but she kept up appearances.

I remember how she explored my body and how right it felt.

I remember how she made me blush. Deeply.

I remember her birthday present to me.

I miss you. Lately, I have realized, that even though there were things that weren't right, you were the only person that I have ever met in real life, that made me feel submissive to my very core.

I remember I was heart broken when we left, after 48 hours. I remember how much I cried and how you called and said we'd see each other again.

I spend 48 hours with you, and 3 months with her, yet you were the one. I wish it had been three months with you.

I still miss you. You were real. You still are.

I miss that safety. I miss your hugs. I miss your kisses on my forehead.

I have written many confessions, many about her as well, with a different outcome each time. I think I'm ready to see it all in perspective.

I hope, one day, we will meet again. As friends. Because I want to thank you in person, for believing in me. For encouraging me.

In 48 hours you have left a deep impression. And that .. says it all.

Valentine's Day Confessuion by Jamie

Ladies and subs, it will soon be Valentines day a day to profess a secret love or maybe a not so secret desire to submit.

As many of you know this Lady is an established member of the Dominion. She is kind yes kind but do not mistake that kindness for weakness.

Delightful is her manner as she skips through the courtyard greeting new Ladies and making sure all is well.

You may notice that she dresses differently everyday a new outfit but always elegant  beautiful.

Control is the name of the game. You meet her and you feel it resonate from her, so perfect and so natural.

Right from the first time we met I knew she was special, not only beautiful in my thoughts but her actions and her presence seem to have an aura about them.

Incidently she is an incredibly intelligent Lady who can get into your mind and stay there as long as she pleases. Her pleasure always and a dream for me to serve and obey her

So I am telling everyone here that submitting to this wonderful lady is what i would like to do and hoping one day it may indeed come true.

Submission to this Lady is a condition of the heart, she makes my world full of purpose and gives an end a start.

You know her name already and if you do not by now Look back along these words I have wrote for her name is hidden somehow.

To The Lady by Eroyan

 To the Lady, who gave me so much.

    When I decided to go to Dominion that day, I had no idea what would happen to me. I was still just traveling to places that interested me. I had been here before and teased, listened and spoke with others but it was just a place.
   
    That day… I don’t know how to describe it. I arrived and there she was, sitting and talking with others. I think there were about three other subs around and maybe a Lady or two, but the simple fact is, I can only remember her. How she sat, how she spoke, how she laughed, I for once was ultimately dumbfounded and in awe.

    It was as if my brain sent a telegram to my heart which read:
   
From Brain to Heart: Attention! : Stop
Learn as much about this Lady as possible. : Stop
All other thoughts and actions suspended. : Stop
Action to be under taken immediately: Stop
By Order of Higher Command: Stop: End.

    At the same moment as I knelt there and just listened and gazed at her in absolute amazement at not only her but myself. My heart sent a letter to my brain.
   
My dearest companion and love,
    We must take upon ourselves a grand duty of actively seeking this angel from heaven and implore her for favor. Never have I skipped so many beats trying to merely see what you do. But never have you been so distracted at the feelings and energy I pick up from this beautiful woman. She already has disrupted our thought and feelings and we have yet to even know her name. I suggest my love we start there.
    Ever devoted, your love.

    This is the only way I can describe what I felt when I first saw her and the journey I would undertake. It was a split second agreement that for good or ill, I had to know this beautiful Lady. So I began and it was not easy.

       After introductions, I tried so many things to gather more of her attention and get to know this elusive Lady. I teased her and that was not received well as normal. I knew a bit more how special she was and demanding that she was not to be wooed as so many others with hollow promises or playing. I learned when to tease and when to be slightly naughty, but I was slowly working to being tolerated. For at first I am sure I was seen as one who could not commit nor was willing to.

    I worked on myself, took steps to be ready for that. She grew daily in my mind as one I wanted to take more chances with, than I had taken in so long. But the work was not yet done. I spoke of many things doing my best to attract her attention. Spoke of weather and goings on in second life and sometimes real life. I found conversations revolving around my real life seemed to interest her most, but her real life interested me as well. I had to know who she was. There were conversations were some succeeded and others failed. Some where I walked away smiling and others kicking myself for being so stupid.

        I had finally managed to be at least accepted at her feet. I was permitted the joy to kneel there before this beautiful Lady, to drink in the warmth that seemed to flow from her. One could easily get drunk off of it and I did so many times happily.
   
   I was afraid too for not only could I barely speak to her, I knew she was a sadist. I had never really had anyone that took pleasure in causing pain. At one moment I doubted…Can you do this? I asked myself. Will you be willing to accept what she wanted to do just for her pleasure even if it doesn’t please you one bit. Are you willing to commit to that? For you know you must, if you are to make her happy. I did not speak or visit for a couple of days till finally I knew my answer.
   
    It had been almost three months to the day since I first saw her and not a day had passed that I still did not stare in awe at her. I had tried everything to gain her favor. I had privileges, kneeling at her feet, being able to speak to her privately. Things I did my best not to abuse, but was more than eager and happy to use when I could. But I had run out of things to talk about. To say, to even think up, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

       Finally without warning, my heart commanded my brain, and without thinking. I swear I only remember after the fact, these events. It just happened. I knelt before her and looked up into her eyes. Those pools of such depth and calm shaded by the warmth and fire of her hair along a snow white field of her skin made me shiver and without any thought to myself or her or anyone I let my heart cry out to her. “I have been trying to get to know you for three months now. And Miss…your making it really dang hard.”

  I actually remember snapping awake at this moment and just said in my mind. “Oh shit, what did I just do?” A heartbeat and silence, then she laughed.

    Oh my god she laughed. Not a cruel laugh, not one of contempt. A purely mirthful teasing laugh that went up my spine and wrapped itself around me, I can only say it is still the most wonderful laugh I have ever heard, almost like wind chimes on a perfect spring day. I breathed or tried to. It was so lovely, it was a laugh of such heartbreaking beauty and it wasn’t for something someone else said, or someone else did. It wasn’t a joke or anything other than me… I had often wondered why afterwards it felt like I just belonged to her that I don’t recall how long it was till I was owned after this. Looking back it was then, right then when she laughed that beautiful laugh for me that I belonged to her. It was that instant I was lost to any other but her.

  She smiled at me and I was invited to her home for the first time. As I mentioned before, I think we both knew that there was nothing else that needed to be said. I was hers for as long as I could be. I had made my choice.

   They say that home is where the heart is. That absence makes the heart grow fonder. I really hope… I can come home.

Happy Valentine’s Day,

From your ever, stubborn troublemaker.

Jack's Request Part 2 by Lady Tora

This is the second part of a fantasy I wrote for Jack, my partner  I have talked about in another confession.  In part 1 Jack arranged for a night out complete with something to wear and has sent a car to pick me up.  I have no idea where we are going.

* * * * *

Jake opens the door for me and stands holding it, watching me with interest.   I stand contemplating my options when he flashes me another amused look.  I flash him a pissed off look back but remind myself that I am suppose to be having fun.  Since Jack is not here to play look but can't have, might as well torment Jake.

I turn so I am facing Jake; holding the door, I lower my ass into the car, making the hem of the dress ride up, giving Jake full view of my thighs and pussy.  I sit for a moment with my legs wide, letting him hungrily take me in before I swing my legs in and pull the door shut.  I see him laugh and go around to climb in the driver seat.  “I can’t tell you where I am taking you, so don’t even ask.” He drawls before starting the car.
 
I flash Jake a smirk and nod my head.  Sitting back in the seat, my legs naturally slightly apart continuing my little game of look but can't have.  For the most part I ignore him and look out the window, trying to figure out from the streets and scenery, wondering where I am meeting Jack.  I cross my legs and Jake groans, making me turn my attention back to him.  Our eyes meet in the rear view mirror for a moment before I give him another knowing smirk

"How about you concentrate on getting me to the secret location without killing the both of us." I command.

He laughs and flashes a grin I can see via the mirror. "Yes Mam!" he drawls mockingly.

"Yes, Miss." I grumble, automatically correcting him without thinking.  He looks back at me through the mirror, giving me a questioning look but I again ignore him, turning back to look out the window.  Out of the corner of my eye I see him shrug his shoulders and his eyes shift to concentrate on his driving.  We drive through the city, going through downtown before heading into a part of the city I am not familiar with.  Seems to be mostly an industrial area.

We stop in front of a non-descriptive building that appears to resemble a warehouse.  I study the building for a moment, wondering again what Jack has arranged.  Why would we be here or all places?  It is a good thing I have complete trust in him.  I glance over at Jake as he interrupts my thoughts and announces we have arrived.  I then question Jack's judgement and whether I really should trust him considering Jack was the one who hired Jake.

Jake slips from the driver seat and hurries around the car to let me out, holding out one of his hands to assist me in getting out of the car.  I slide one of my hands into his and pause to think about how they seem soft and smooth, odd to me for a man. Keeping my legs together and partially holding the hem of my dress down with my other hand, I swing my feet out and manage to stand without giving Jake yet another show.  He groans and looks honestly disappointed. I chuckle softly and smirk as I make my way to what I think is the door.

My smugness instantly disappears as I realize that there is no way I am going to be able to walk any great distances in these shoes without some sort of assistance.  I hear Jake chuckle behind me and moves quickly to reach the door before I do.  He knocks on the solid steel door and we stand watching for it to be answered and opened.  It is cooler now than it was earlier in the evening and my nipples are hard and erect, pressing against the thin material of my dress.  I am on display again for Jake to admire and does quite openly; licking at his lips and rolling his tongue around his mouth like he was thinking about how they taste.

I glare at him but before I can put him back in his place verbally, the door opens to reveal a large, well-built, tall, handsome, and sharply dressed dark skinned man.  There is no mistaking that he is security.  Slightly behind him and off to the side, blocking the entrance is another large obviously security type man; this one however is fair with closely buzzed sandy brown hair.  They have to be ex military I think to myself because of how they look and stand but they are more built like professional football players.

They don't seem to notice me, let alone what I am wearing; or not wearing for that matter and the exhibitionist in me is a tad disappointed.  Instead they are focused on Jake, giving him friendly smiles and move out of the way to let us both in, closing the door firmly once inside.  I glance around and I am surprised at what seemed to be just an average warehouse is actually some sort of upscale club.  The foyer is decorated in rich red and black with plush furnishings, tasteful art, and dim lighting.   An older gentleman appears out of no where to greet Jake, calling him Mr. Micheals and telling him all of the arrangements have been taken care of.  Jake hands him the keys to the car, thanking him before dismissing him and turning back to me, giving me one of his dazzling smiles again.  I can do nothing but survey the situation with interest and try to figure out exactly who Jake is.

He beckons me to follow, through one of the archways into another dimly lit room.  This one is decorated like the foyer but much larger.  This seems to be the main room of the club.  The plush seating is arranged theatre style around a small stage that currently houses a big bed.  My eyes widen and my brain snaps to attention as I first hear the distinct sound of pleasure and I register that there is a couple fucking on the bed, centre stage, while anyone and everyone can watch.  I stand fixated for a moment, watching in awe as the couple move together, totally ignoring the crowd and just concentrating on pleasuring each other.   I must look very surprised, realizing that I am in a sex club, because Jake laughs before ginning. "Welcome to Eden."  He turns and approaches one of the wing back chairs, speaking to whoever is sitting there.  That person rises and turns toward me and I smile, my eyes lighting up and breathing a small sigh of relief when I recognize the person is Jack dressed as handsome as ever in loose fitting dark dress pants, an elegant cut but simple, light coloured dress shirt and a silk tie that seems to be about the same colour as my dress.

Jack approaches me and flashes me one of his sexy, knowing smiles.  His eyes hungrily sweep over my body as he licks his lips.  Jack takes one of my hands and pulls me toward him, half lifting me as he hugs me to him; pressing himself into me so I am instantly aware of how turned on he is at the moment.  I wrap my arms around Jack's neck and entangle my fingers in his hair as he kisses me urgently, shocking me with the intensity and the need conveyed in his kiss.

I am even more shocked when Jack breaks the kiss and slides to his knees having rarely shown his submission to me in public.  His hands slide up my legs and around my hips, again hugging me to him.  I can't help but chuckle when somehow despite the noise around us, I hear him gasp and then moan.  He has discovered that I am not wearing any underwear.  My hands slide down his shoulders and between us until I find his tie, taking it like a leash, I jerk it so he has to look up at me.  Let the fun and games begin.

 
To be continued...

Even When She's Asleep by Jamesbond

Even when She's asleep.

by jamesbond Trenchmouth

She lets me drive her BMW .Well,kind of.
I sit behind the wheel,but it's really She who drives.
She sits in the back seat,Her long legs stretched  languidly across the plush leather.She has attached a  leash to the cock ring i am ordered to wear,the leash snaking its way from Her hand to my perpetually rigid cock,exposed and throbbing between the buttons of my open fly.
I sit behind the wheel,steering , using the gas pedal,glancing at the instrument panel,stopping and starting in the traffic,keping an eye on the road.
But it's really She who drives.
Sometimes She will use her cellphone and talk to Her friends,largely ignoring me except for the odd tug on the leash,amusing Herself as i wince quietly at the cock ring pinching my erect penis.
When a small pool of precum dapples the head of my  mercilessly teased cock,i see Her in the rear view mirror covering the mouthpiece of her phone with Her hand while She says to me " if you get any on My seats,you will pay the price."
Most Wednesdays, She likes to go shopping.She will have me park at one of Her favourite designer stores,
tying Her end of the leash to the metal bracket that harnesses the rear seat belt.'Wait here and make sure you stay hard while I'm away' She says ,that exquisite smile curving her lips like swallows descending.
There i will wait for an hour or more,amidst the smartly coated chauffeurs in their assorted shiny limousines waiting for their masters and Ladies,thankful for the tinted windows that hide me in my exposed state from passing,inquiring eyes.
For Sunday lunch,She will order i drive Her to a current favourite restaurant where She will usually meet Her business partner to review the week ahead. On Sundays , i am considered 'off-duty',which really  means  i am not required to wear my cock leash, though i am not allowed to leave the car while i wait for Her in the parking lot,She will have the kitchen at the restuarant send me out something to eat of Her choosing.The meals are usually small (a tuna sandwich or a small green salad,but never both together).
The food delivery is always accompanied by a hand written note from Her.
i have kept all of these notes in a drawer by my bed.
They contain messages such as' your lifestyle involves a lot of sitting,we certainly don't want you getting flabby and out of shape now,do we?'
Another reads ' if you really need to use the washroom you may do so, but be careful with My cock when you take it out of your pants to pee.'
Perhaps the most chilling note i kept simply reads ' Remember  it's My car.Don't drop any food on the seat while you eat or I will drive home with you in the trunk.'
Tonight  is Saturday night and She's going to a party on Long Island.As we drive across the Expressway,the lights of New York City  receding in the side mirrors of Her car, i feel the familiar tug of Her leash emanating from the back seat. As She yanks my  cock left and right,i look up into the rear view mirror,watching the lights of the oncoming traffic throw red reflections across her delicate cheekbones.She smiles at me,and for a moment we are both acutely aware of the deep submissive space that She controls in me.
We leave the Expressway and take a long wooded road to an address She had given me earlier,scrawled on an old business card.
We take a right turn through heavy  iron gates and thread our way down a tunnel of  ancient oaks along a driveway to an imposing stone manor.There are couples walking about in expensive evening wear,tuxedos and ballgowns,but none of them looks the way She does.Not one of them shines like She does.
i drive Her to the front door and gaze transfixed as She leaves the car and floats between the white pillars up the flagstone stairs in Her long silken black dress cut at the side to her  hip ,the slow descent of her long blonde hair tangling gently in a simple string of pearls at her neck, Her tall heels centring the flow of Her every movement as if  She had ordered  gravity to provide Her perfect symmetry with every step.
i  am ordered to remain in the car as always,rolling down the window enough to hear Her say,'wait for Me at the end of the driveway,I should be there by midnight.'
Again She has tethered me by my cock to the back seat belt,so i drive cautiously around the circular driveway to the end,finding a parking spot beneath a lone pine tree a few feet off the main asphalt.
Afraid to fall asleep in case She summons me,i turn on the radio and find a late night jazz station.
Hours pass . It's close to midnight and i am lost in the strains of Billie Holiday singing Stormy Monday,when  i see Her walking towards the car in a sliver of moonlight.She is walking with an elegant,dreamlike sway and carrying a half-filled martini glass which She sets on the hood of the car.
She opens the back door and greets me with a capricious  'hello my boy,having a good evening?'
i smile and say 'yes thank you my Mistresss,i hope You are too'.
'I am my boy and about to enjoy it even more' She replies,closing Her door and passing me the key to the glove box which She always keeps locked.
'Open it and pass Me what You find inside' She whispers. As i open the glove compartment and its small light illuminates the interior,i feel a shiver run down my spine.There,resting above a road map of New York State i see an intimidating  pink strap-on ,the vivid pink translucence of the cock reflecting in the halogen glow of the glovebox light.
'Pass it to Me' She orders and reflexively i do.There are small beads of anxious sweat trickling down my chest,but i know there is no way out.
i am told to fold the driver's seat over ,to lower my pants and to lie across the slightly humped seat with my face down.
What follows is a series of images that are  burned into the hard drive of my brain forever:
The glimpse of Her hand cupping a cube of butter She must have taken from the buffet table, the sensation of the melting butter being applied deep into my quivering ass,the feel of Her hand at the base of my neck as she holds  me in Her grip,driving my face hard into the padded leather dashboard as She impales me repeatedly on that gargantuan cock  ,the sound of Her pearl necklace rattling in my ear,her ardent whisper in my ear 'don't ever forget whose ass this is sonny boy'.
Most evocative, is the image of that martini glass on the hood of Her car,rocking with Her every  thrust,a  lonely olive bobbing in the moonlit glass ; a cork on a vodka ocean. The unmistakable sound of the glass finally slipping and falling to the ground.Her scream of fulfillment,the endless downward motion of her nails as she leaves four parallel bloody paths down the centre of my back.
She sleeps all the way home,a half smile on her adjective-defying  lips,a strand of hair across her eyes,a vision asleep.Billie Holiday has long since gone to bed and John Coltrane has taken over her place on the radio as the New York skyline twinkles into view.
My ass feels seared and i shift uncomfortably in my seat as i drive.
Cock ring in place as usual,the end of my leash curled around her fingers, a twist of brown leather across her delicate white wrist.
'Isn't it remarkable',i say out loud to myself, 'even when She's asleep, i am Hers.'
i am not totally surprised to hear a soft sleepy murmur from the back seat,'Yes,even when I'm asleep.'

A New Way by Anonymous

We had met several times when I had visited the city. On the surface there were no romantic feelings just wonderful, powerful sex …. But the sex was built on a foundation of simmering passion, the sort of passion that made every nerve ending tingle. But no matter how wonderful the sex was, there was an element missing … because it’s taste was vanilla and mine was not. Yet I had seen enough to know I could lead this man down a path he didn’t know he wanted to go.
So it was arranged he was coming to the hotel straight from work and I had a few surprises waiting for him.I answered the knock on the door wearing a peach, short , satin nightie and smiled as I saw him standing there in his business suit, briefcase in hand. He looked me up and down his eyes twinkling, but before he could speak I took hold of his tie and pulled him to me kissing him hard on the lips before turning to walk back into the room. He followed putting down his briefcase and standing a little uncertain as to what to do …. He knew this was going to be different.
I looked at him and murmured “strip” he tried to laugh it off “you want me to perform a dance for you?” My gaze didn’t waver as I looked at him “strip” I repeated then added “leave the tie”. He hesitated just for a moment before removing his clothes carefully. Because he knew I hated him dressed only in his socks he removed them first then carefully folded his trousers and shirt and hanging his jacket on a coat hanger I had left out for him. His cufflinks lay on the night stand next to the bed. He did all this methodically as though trying to keep hold of his composure. “Give me your belt” he handed it over without question, then pulled off his boxer shorts tossing them to one side. He stood there naked nervously biting his lip as I walked around him like a lioness circling her prey, the belt was in my hand I cracked it against his ass and he jumped startled.
I tightened his tie around his neck and using it as a leash led him over to the chair I had placed ready. “Sit” I didn’t look at him but stood behind the chair waiting. I smirked seeing the red mark on his flesh where the belt had stained it then he sat and waited for what would happen next. I took his arms and pulled them behind the chair looping the belt around his crossed wrists and pulling it tightly. Walking over to the bed I picked up the navy blue silk scarf I had left there and making a blindfold from it covered his eyes making sure he couldn’t see. Leaving him there I went to the mini bar and took out the bowl of fruit I had left there “I hope you’re hungry” I walked back over to him and straddled him  bowl in hand.
First I took out a strawberry and ran it over his lips “eat” I ordered, his mouth opened teeth sinking into the fruit and he chewed it slowly trying to remain cool and in control … which was a pointless exercise as his cock was already hard and erect. Next I took a grape, he bit into it then realised I had it between my teeth, he moaned as his lips brushed against mine. Taking the piece of orange I fed it too him holding it in the air a little making him reach for it. Slowly I fed him the fruit and he started to eat it hungrily I could see his composure slipping and stepped away and slipped out of my nightie. I straddled him again  and gave him my fingers to suck, leading his mouth to my breasts where I had drizzled some of the juice from the orange. He gasped a little and suckled on them hungrily.
 My fingers threaded through his hair, gripping on a few strands and tugging on them hard. His head jerked up and I kissed him hard as I rubbed my pussy over the tip of his cock. He tried to buck upwards wanting to enter me “oh no, you don’t go there unless you are told you may” I walked away from him to the bathroom leaving him alone as I went to clean the juice off my body. I could hear him “ Are you there? Where have you gone?” He was sounding a little anxious “ did you think I had left you ?” I walked back over to him and removed his blindfold. He blinked as his eyes got used to the light, then focused on me, facing him sat in the edge of the bed naked. “Oh god” he muttered. I have no illusions about my body …. Hell it was a while ago now that 21 had come and gone … but I knew how to use it and I spread my legs exposing my pussy to him “is this what you want?” He swallowed and managed to squeak out “yes please” I laughed “Well it’s not about what you want to do … is it” I slipped my hand under a pillow and took out a purple dildo and stroked it down my slit. My gaze never left him as I stroked my clit with the dildo letting out a moan of pleasure before thrusting it into my now wet pussy and started to fuck myself slowly. He struggled in his binds trying to free himself “oh god” he said again “please … please” I leant back supporting myself with one hand and went faster and faster my eyes now closed as I arched my back and he whimpered stilling as he watched me orgasm.
I stood up the dildo in my hand and went to him holding it out “suck it and taste me” I ordered . He obeyed immediately licking and sucking the dildo, I could see he had hardly any control now and was hanging by a thread … I decided to help him along and straddled him again allowing the tip of his cock to enter my pussy and rocked my hips back and forth teasing him. Tossing the dildo away I stepped back away from the chair and he looked at me confused, his breathing rapid. “Now I am going to take the belt from around your wrists and you are not allowed to move … do you understand?”  He nodded and whispered “yes” freeing his wrists he sat there very still until my fingers wrapped around his cock and started to stroke him “now you are not allowed to cum” I moved my hand faster “ I can’t cum?” he closed his eyes his hands gripped the seat of the chair tightly “not until I say so” I let go of him and slapped his cock his eyes flew open in shock.
 I sat on the edge of the bed once more, my thighs splayed so he could see how wet I was. “Please” he looked at me almost in tears  “please I can’t take anymore” I smiled “please” he begged as I sat further back on the bed. “Fuck me… and hard” he looked uncertain “ I can.. ?” I nodded. He didn’t need another invitation and joined me on the bed entering me swiftly groaning as I squeezed his cock inside me. His control gone he started to fuck me hard as he had been instructed, my nails dug into his back and scratched him he whimpered then managed to say “please may I cum?” He had learnt quicker than I had hoped “not until I have” I moved underneath him fucking him back matching him move for move and when I came I cried out with pleasure. “please” he whispered, I bit his ear “you may cum now” after  gaining permission it did not take very long his whole body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm and he lay panting on top of me “it’s never been like that ever” he said in amazement. I stroked his hair and whispered to him “there’s a good boy”