Further adventures of Emily and Mike (names changed). Can be read in series or standalone, background in Part 1.
Tess-O'Meter -- Green
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Submission.
I'm not gonna lie, it doesn't come naturally to Mike.
However, get him right and he dives right into the zone; it's great, such a power trip.
Delicate balance though, and it doesn't always work out.
Like a few weeks ago.
Mike loves being pegged. He waited ages to try it and adored it, but then for a while when we were first getting to know each other he went a bit weird.
I advised him that getting off on his prostate getting ROCKED by my strap-on did not make him gay.
Obviously, there is nothing wrong with being gay. Or bi, or whatever the hell you are.
Blokes though, the straight ones. Well, they can get a little sensitive about it.
I was of course, incredibly supportive; the conversation went like this.
"Isn't it weird that I enjoy taking it up the ass?"
"Why?"
"Do you think I'm a bit gay!"
"A. Bit. Gay?"
"Uh huh!"
"Mike, you're straight."
"But."
"Stop being a twit."
Yep, that's me being supportive.
Well, it was a stupid question.
Once over that hurdle, Mike really enjoys bending over for me.
However, the other week he clearly just was not into it.
He was hard, but that doesn't mean much, it's been his basic state since he hit puberty.
He was moaning, and there were a couple of 'Oh yea baby's,' which was strange in itself, he rarely uses pet names.
He was kind of distracted.
Relenting, I pushed him onto his tummy, pulled off the stap-on and settled myself on his butt, making sure to rub myself real good there, coz I was horny and rubbing myself on his firm young ass is always fun.
Then I ran my hands up his back to his shoulders and started to knead firmly, obtaining my first genuine groan of the evening.
"Oh fuck, that feels gooood," he mumbled into the pillow.
No surprise, his shoulders were like rocks.
Once he started to relax, and told me about the shit day, on top of the shit week, following a shit month, he started to get turned on for real.
Flipping onto his back Mike pulled me in for what can only be described as sweet, tender, almost romantic loving.
The kind that we don't do often and always makes me wish I was ten years younger.
Okay, twenty, who's counting!
So, it turns out that men have moods. Who knew?
(Okay ladies, stop laughing now!)
Tonight though, I'm in full Mistress mode and have no time for manly moods.
Mike is going down.
Oh, sorry, no not like that -- well maybe later.
I wasn't using my safe word free pass, I was saving that for a very special occasion, but Mike knew I wanted to send him into the sub-zone tonight.
But, like I said, submission -- not his natural state.
You have to arouse him, but also scare him just a little.
It's not so easy, as Mike isn't into pain, and I'm really not scary.
(Apart from first thing in the morning, of course.)
Mike's a brilliant actor and can freak me out with a look, but I just go red and crack up, so I have to be sneaky about the whole intimidation thing.
Plus, I use blindfolds a lot. Then he can't see me grinning away as I hiss, "You are about to get punished -- hard."
I'll let you all into a secret though.
We laugh a lot.
It's not like this fuck buddy exploration of limits and interests was ever going to be super serious.
We get the giggles, a lot.
But tonight.
I manage to maintain a serious expression as I fasten the cuffs around Mike's wrists and then tie them together in front of him.
Mike is naked, already hard and dripping.
I'm comfortably clothed, getting steadily wetter as he allows me to restrain him, the flush on his cheekbones showing how aroused he is.
Both of us breathing fast.
We are at the cabin. Tonight, we require privacy, plus I have some new equipment to make use of.
Mike stands, calmly watching me, his hands bound in front of him as I raise the gag.
A slight smile (so sweet, his excitement) and he opens for me. I quickly fasten the gag and pull a sleep mask over his forehead, ready to blindfold him.
Mike's blue eyes are wide now. Something about bondage makes him look so innocent, which he really, really isn't!
He knows tonight is a punishment game, so he's nervous.
However, as I reach down and gently stroke him, it is clear that the bondage is doing its job of really turning him on.
"Let's get you set up," I say as I pull him through the patio doors. There is a slight step which is why he is not yet blindfolded.
Mike looks up at the hook hanging from a new bracket.
"Yes, that's for you," I say, answering his unspoken question as I lift his wrists and thread them over the hook.
Mike stands quietly as I move behind him and start to wind the hook up. He is starting to tremble and looks absolutely fucking beautiful.
My pussy throbs as he allows me to lift his bound wrists, making him helpless.
I stretch his body up, so he is comfortable, but completely open to me and at my mercy.
Then I deliberately drop the winder which falls to the floor with a loud clatter and makes Mike swing himself around to see.
Faking panic I quickly push him back around and pull down his blindfold, but as I had planned, Mike had spotted the new hooks along the wall holding a flogger, strap, and a curled-up bull whip.
The flogger and strap we know well, but the bull whip is a new addition, and he freaks out.
Mumbling through the gag he tries to pull with his body weight but he's already defenseless and cannot escape.
He stands nervously listening as I start to speak.
