Domina 1

She pulled the shiny, black thigh-high leather boot on over her leg and zipped it up. She had just purchased them that morning and as she looked at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in them.

Turning her body this way and that she assessed the image in front of her. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination. The tight black leather corset ran from her belly button to the bottom of her breasts, cupping and lifting them beautifully. The leather panties were adorned with small metal loops with chains running between each one.

She ran her hands down the silhouette of her body slowly. The mere feel of the leather against her body and the knowledge of what was to come were enough to wet her pussy. This wasn’t her. This woman standing in the mirror. She wasn’t like this. At least, she didn’t think so until now. Before today she had been shy. Her husband had even picked on her about it. Oh, he had tried to break her out of her shell. He bought handcuffs and rope and tied her to the bed. A collar and lead, gags, and other seemingly fun toys. But nothing seemed to work. She would try and play along for him but she couldn’t let herself completely go.

And that is why he challenged her. He told her that for one night he would let her be in control. Let her decide what to do. He would be her slave and she his Mistress. The rules were simple. He would not help her in any way and he would not speak unless told to. Putting her in charge would force her to explore he thought. Find out what turns her on. What gets her wet. And so far, it was working, she thought to herself.

She picked up the riding crop that she had sitting on the counter and slapped it into her hand. The quick sting hurt slightly and forced her back into the reality of what she was about to do. Her hands trembled nervously. She closed her eyes, wondering for a moment if she could do this. No, she had to be strong. It was too late. She had come too far to turn back now.

She took the crop and snapped it against her thigh. The pain ran up and down her leg for a second and then dissipated. She opened her eyes and looked into her reflection once more. The image she saw now was of a strong confident woman. One that was going to take what she wanted and feel all the pleasures that she had thus far been too scared to explore.

Her hand grasped the door knob of the guest bedroom. Goose-bumps spread across her skin. She forced her wrist to turn and the door swung open with a creak.

The room was pitch black except for the few candles she had lit earlier when she was “preparing him”. As her eyes adjusted she began to make out his naked form in the center of the room. Exactly where she had left him an hour before. His muscular body looked even better in the flickering candle light than normal. It accentuated every hard line and ripple in his arms and chest and abs. She was always fond of staring at him. She could sit for hours after making love and just take in his beautiful naked form.

The room was hot and sweat dripped down his body, making it glisten wonderfully. A leather blindfold covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell what was coming next. A collar was clasped around his neck. A small heart-shaped lock hung from the metal ring in the front and a chain dangled down across his chest. It was the same one he had gotten for her. She figured it was due payback.

Circling him like a lioness examining her fresh kill she dragged the tip of the riding crop across his skin. His stomach, arms, back and then down to his hands which were handcuffed together behind him. The tip of the crop found its was down to his toned bottom. And with a snap she flicked the tip hard on his skin. He gritted his teeth but didn’t make a sound. That wouldn’t do, she thought to herself. She remembered when she was in this position. How he had spanked her bare ass with his palm repeatedly until she screamed out loud. No, this wouldn’t do. She was going to return the favor. She was going to make him feel what it was like to submit to someone. Just like she had felt.

Once more she brought the leather crop down on him with a loud SMACK! This time even harder. He didn’t have a choice this time but to react. He lurched forward slightly and let out a slight grimace. Better, she thought. An evil smile grew on her face. Pleased with herself. She was beginning to really enjoy this new part of her. Still slightly afraid to let herself free, but the feeling was intoxicating. Like a drug, she wanted to feel it again; the power.

Sitting down in the chair she had placed in front of him, she leaned over and spoke in the strictest voice she could come up with. “Enjoying yourself, baby?” Her finger traced across his jaw line as he answered her.

“Yes”.

She gave him a slight smack across the cheek. “Yes, Mistress”, she corrected. His lips curled up into a smile briefly. Enjoying the fact that she was finally getting into it.

The smile disappeared quickly as he answered, “Yes, Mistress”.

She was being too soft, she thought to herself. He wasn’t her husband tonight. He wasn’t her “baby”. He was her slave. And she needed to take control and remind him of that.

“Your mine tonight, slave. Do you understand?”, she hissed.

“Yes, Mistress”, he replied quickly.

She continued, “Your body isn’t yours any more. It’s mine” As she spoke she began rubbing her hands across his naked skin. “Your mouth, your chest…” Her hands drew lower. “Your cock”.

With that she took a hold of him tightly. He leaned forward under her grasp. He was already rock hard in her hands. She wanted so badly to just feel it inside of her, but she fought the urge. She needed to play more first. To explore this powerful woman she had kept dormant.

She pulled him in closer to her. Her lips inches from his. Her hand stroked his cock below as she whispered. “I’m going to make you beg for release.” Something he had said to her once before, when he had her bound and tied to the bed. He had tortured her for what seemed like hours. Bringing her to the brink of sweet release and then stopping, just to do it all over again. Now it was his turn.

Leaning back into the chair, she crossed her legs in front of her. The tip of her boot came up under his chin and raised his head to her. “I want you to kiss my boots, slave”. He obeyed without hesitation. His lips kissed across the shiny black leather of her boot as she watched him obey her command. She ran the riding crop across his strong shoulders. His mouth wandered higher up her leg. Kissing across her calf and up to the top of the boot around her lower thighs.

She could feel her pussy getting wetter as his mouth moved up and up. Her hips began slowly inching forward ready to accept his mouth against her. Unfastening the strings around her hips her panties dropped onto the chair. Leaving her smooth, shaved pussy exposed. Reaching down she took a hold of the chain attached to his collar and pulled his face between her thighs. His mouth worked ravenously as if overcome by an insatiable apatite. She moaned loudly, allowing herself to fully enjoy the moment like she had never been able to do before.

The orgasm welled up inside of her like a burning fire growing stronger. His tongue rubbed against her clit and moved in and out of her pussy lips. Her wetness grew and washed over his mouth and face. It didn’t matter to him. He wanted more of her. He needed more of her. His mouth worked harder and faster as her body began to quiver. The fire between her legs grew hotter and stronger until finally exploding to the surface. She pulled tighter on his chain, drawing him in tighter against her throbbing pussy. Her thighs clamped down on his head, holding him in place as if he were going to suddenly pull away. She screamed louder than she had ever before. Her hips bucked against his wet face.. Her breasts heaved beautifully up and down as she tried to gasp for air.

Still caught in the moment she loosened her grip and threw him to the ground. His back hit the ground hard, unable to use his hands to break the fall. He rolled around this way and that, trying to get into a better position but she was already on top of him. She loomed over him on all fours, still breathing heavily. And in a ravenous voice she spoke.

“That was good, slave. That was very, very good.” Her hand reached between her legs and grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock. “And now you get your reward.”

She began stroking him off vigorously. Harder and faster. His mouth opened and his hips rose to meet her hand. She could tell that he was close to cumming. But she had one last trick before that was allowed. She leaned over and in an evil voice whispered in his ear, “Beg for it”.

This was another thing she had heard before and was happy to return the favor to him. She remembered having to beg like an animal for it. Now it was his turn. His cock felt like it was about to explode in her hand but no response. She gave it a quick smack with her hand. He grimaced.

She repeated, “Beg for it, slave”.

He managed to choke the words out, “Please Mistress”.

This wasn’t enough for her. She gave his cock another smack. “Please, what”, she growled?

He gritted his teeth and begged, “Please, Mistress. May I cum?”

Looming over him she answered, “Yes you may”. Her hand began working once again on his rock hard cock. Stroking it hard. And as his body tensed and his hips rose again against her hand he cried aloud into the room. The hot cum shot out of him and across them both. Her hand didn’t stop stroking until every last drop had been released. His body collapsed, unable to move.

She leaned up and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue going deep inside his mouth. In almost an erotic moan she spoke to him.

“Rest up, honey. I’ll be back again soon for more.” And with that she stood up, walked out and closed the door behind her. Leaving him there in the dark. And even as he laid there helpless on the ground, his hands cuffed behind him and the blindfold still over his eyes, he couldn’t help but smile.