There's this guy I know, he's called Ryan and he's about the sexiest man to ever walk to earth, tall, brown hair, blue eyes, the usual good looks combination really but he really stands out in a crowd, it could be his height, it could be his eyes, I don't know but what I do know is that he is seriously into being dominated.
We hooked up once before at a friends fancy dress birthday party, about 2 years ago and since then we've both had relationships on and off, but there's always been this chemistry between us. We aren't the closest of friends but we chat here and there, the odd text and if we spot one another in a club we will always buy each other a couple of drinks.
On this particular night, we had both been invited to a friends fancy dress Halloween party, it was a cold crisp October night and I had dressed up in leather and PVC. I was wearing black fishnet stockings with lace trim, a tight black PVC skirt, a black corset that showed off every curve of my body and made my full 34B bust look more like a 34D and a pair of thigh high leather boots with a long thin spike heel. My long dark brown hair was scraped back into a high pony tail, my eyes were smoky and my lips were cherry red, I even had a nice long riding crop and handcuffs. I truly looked the part of a dominatrix.
I entered the party and found my way to the kitchen among the batman's, superman's and wonder women and finally managed to get a drink. When I turned around there he was, standing in the doorway looking at me, I turned to face him to give him a better view. He looked from my boots, up my things, his eyes lingering here and there to take in the bits of lace and leather, he looked at my skirt and his eyes roamed further up my body to my corset, he practically stared at my ample cleavage and finally looked up to my face. I licked my lips in what could only be described as a rather filthy manner and noticed the from beneath his pirate costume was a big thick hard on growing.
'Jesus Ann, you look amazing' Ryan said, his voice deep and sultry, a slight scouse accent detectable.
I decided I really wanted to play my part tonight, see if I could have some fun with this.
'I know! the bulge in your pants made that quite clear to me when I saw you perving on me you filthy pig'
'whoa, someone's taking their costume very seriously' came his response, a mixture of humour and hope.
'Well you were, am I right? You were staring at my breasts, my pussy? You were thinking about fucking me weren't you?'
'Jesus Ann quiet down a bit, people can hear you' He whispered, his face going red and his hard on subsiding in his pants.
It was the look of embarrassment on his face that made me do what I did next. The people at the party were all pretty open minded, a lot of them were swingers and those who weren't would still take part in some pretty intense sexual stuff so I pretty much knew they wouldn't mind me having a bit of fun.
I walked over to Ryan and put my hand on his chest, hair clearly visible above the cut of his thin white shirt which had been made to look dirty specially for the costume. I dragged my long black nails through his chest hair, somewhat less than gently while I ran my other hand over the crotch of his pants, gently tickling the shaft of his penis with my nails. It was clear straight away that he had gone commando for the night as there was nothing holding his semi hard cock back from springing forward in his pants.
'You love it, you love these people listening, knowing you were staring at me. you love that they now know your dicks hard in your pants and you love the way you cant stop staring at my tits right now, so don't tell me to be quiet, do I look like I would take orders from you?' I teased, my voice serious but my lips curling into an evil smile.
By now people were looking around to see what all the commotion was about, looking at the pervert in their midst. Ryan's face a picture, a mixture of shock and lust, his face red and his eyes glued to my deep red lips like all he could think about was sliding his cock in and out of them.
As people started to look away again and get on with whatever they were talking about, I walked behind Ryan and quietly took the handcuffs from around my right wrist and told him to keep still and to trust me. I held the cuffs in my mouth being as quiet as I could with them, I wanted this to be a surprise, and ran my hands from his firm shoulders, down his muscular arms and finally held his hands in mine. I pulled his hands behind him gently and placed his right palm against the back of his left hand.
With lightening speed I take the cuffs from my mouth and snap them on his wrists. Ryan swivelled around and looked at me in shock.
