I run my hand along your face, down your neck and naked chest. Your body writhes in protest and pleasure. You are seated in front of me, hands restrained around the back of the chair by a pair of steel Smith & Wesson cuffs. Only the strongest for my defiant slut. Your thighs are spread wide open, feet bound to a spreader bar threaded through the legs of the chair. I smile at the small wet stain already forming beneath you, even as you try not to squirm for me.
I can smell your arousal. You get so wet when I restrain you, so eager to be able to move, to reach up and touch me, and yet so free in your submission to my bindings, plans, and desires.
You look up at me, eyes wide and full of need. You wiggle your ass as much as possible, since you aren't able to speak with that gag in your mouth. Trying to show me with your expression and body language how bad you want me. But this I already know. And I plan to use it against you.
"No defiance from you this time, my slut."
How did you end up in this predicament? I look down at you, eyes locking with yours, and explore the moment that you sealed your own fate.
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I had all my toys laid out in the bedroom. Restraints, vibrators, impact, a full mixture of pleasure and pain. We'd not seen one another for a week, and my body was burning with anticipation. I had plans. Oh yes, plans of rubbing you down with oil, teasing you with my mouth and toys, and then binding your limbs while I fucked and filled you.
But you just had to be defiant. You just had to throw off all my plans. You just had to switch on me.
It started from the moment you walked in the door. There was something different about you. A swagger to your step. When I kissed you hello, your hand reached around to the back of my head to pull me deeper into the embrace. When I finally came up for air, you were grinning.
"Well hello," I said, "would you like to change out of your work clothes? Tea, to warm up?"
You just grinned at me some more, and pressed your lips against me again. The warmth of your breath mixing with mine was all too much: Before I could react, my cock was hardening in your hand through my pants, my precum leaving a large spot of wetness on the crotch of my jeans.
You knew I wouldn't be able to resist your hand on me. I rarely am. My hips thrust against your grip as you tightened, jerking my hard pulsing cock as you looked up at me. Even shorter by nearly eight inches, in that moment you felt like the most powerful woman I'd ever met.
"I told you that I have plans for you tonight," I said.
"I'm changing the plans."
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"I have plans for you tonight," I whisper in your ear as you struggle against your bindings. "And I've learned from my mistakes. Always restrain this switch before she has a chance to retaliate."
You mumble something intelligible against the ball gag. Drool forms around your lips. So cute. So mine.
I get on my knees. Not in submission. No, not like last time. I'm level with your wetness so that I can take in all of you. Your trembling thighs, your pulsing pussylips, and so that I can tease you with a single long lick running up and down your cunt.
You let out a feral moan into your gag. Perfect. My wanton slut, already losing control. My lips find your inner thighs, and I hear your breath catch again as my teeth sink in to one of them, hard. I bite down with my full force, hearing the spreader bar clank against the chair legs as you struggle. When I finally release, I can see the teeth marks already forming.
"That's my good slut," I tell you, returning to your eye level. "Marked as mine, and ready for more." You reply with a soft moan for me, and I stroke your hair, silently praising you for your response. Just like you did for me, not too long ago.
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"Changing the-" my words cut off when you grabbed my collar and pushed me against the nearest wall. I tried to resist but your lower center of gravity was surprisingly powerful, and with your hand still wrapped around my cock through my jeans, I was powerless against your lust.
Your hand moved from my cock to grip my wrist as your other went straight to my throat. I felt l my eyes widen in surprise, knowing you fully capable of such switching but never suspecting you'd be this quick, or this intense.
My cock pulsed and eyes dipped in submission. You did not relent.
"Pants down," you commanded, and I obeyed, my hardness bouncing up and down before you, wet and glistening with precum. You smiled as your hand released my wrist and your finger made a single pass over the tip of my cock, gathering a hefty helping of precum on your index finger while your other hand tightened your fingers around my throat.
You looked right into my eyes, and no words were necessary. I opened my mouth, eagerly accepting your cum-covered finger, tasting the gift of my own arousal. I moaned as your ran your hands through my hair, showing your approval.
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My lips meet yours through the ball gag. I can feel your desperation, your need, and your lust as you try to extend further, to feel more of me against more of you. Such depravity. Such wanton willingness so easily secreted from the deepest reaches of your primal places.
My fingers find your soaking cunt and begin to massage against your clit. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. You groan against my lips and the gag, pushing back against me as much as your hips can gyrate, frustrated by the restraints holding you in place.
"Do you remember the rules?"
"Yesh shir," you mumble through the gag.
"Number One: No cumming without permission." You nod.
"Number Two: No touching me. I don't want to see those hands reaching for me against those cuffs when I'm behind you. You are far too dangerous to allow your hands near my cock." I can almost see you smile against the gag. It's true, you are a very dangerous animal. One to be respected and tamed with only the most serious of methods.
