The Domme
I see his cats in his office as we are walking down the hall to his room. They look at me curiously, but then fall back to sleep when we pass. I enter his room behind him, and he sits on the edge of his king sized four poster bed as I wander into the center of his room, looking around. There are books on his nightstand, a cat collar with a bell on top of the book pile, a hanger full of ties hanging from the knob of his closet, some cat toys in a basket under a wooden desk, amongst a variety of other things a book loving cat dad would own.
"So, uh..." he begins, playing with the corner of the quilt on his bed, "you like BDSM? Is there... anything I could do...? Or anything we can use? What should I call you?"
I go over to the ties hanging from the closet door, feeling the silk. I pick out a few. When I turn around, he is standing right behind me. This startles me but I try not to show it.
"Are these ok to use?" I say, holding the ties up.
"Um, yes," he says, hesitating slightly. I put them on the end of his bed.
"You may call me Mistress. Pick out which ties you are ok with me using as a binding, and let me know what you are comfortable with me doing to you. Know that at any time, if you become uncomfortable, let me know and I will stop.
"Anything you wanna do- slapping, biting, scratching, spanking... please and especially choking..." he says as he turns around separate the ties.
"Ok, and you do exactly as I say. If you disobey me, I will slap or spank you. For example- if you open your eyes when I tell you to close them, before I give you permission, or if you stop pleasuring me before I say it is ok to stop, I will slap you. If you have any needs or requests, refer to me as Goddess and I will consider what you say or do and may withhold punishment," I say to him as I slide out of my dress and let it drop to the floor while his back is turned. I am still wearing thigh-high sheer black stockings, my heels, a lacy bra and thin lacy panties. My hard nipples are obvious behind the lace of the bra.
"Yes mistress," he turns around and his eyes widen when he notices my dress is off.
I unbutton his shirt, kissing the hollow between his collarbones and licking a stripe up his throat. I pull his shirt off of his arms and throw it onto his desk.
"Strip naked," I command, and he almost trips twice taking his pants off as fast as he can. I pick a tie that he has chosen, and also pick up the collar by his bed. It is a brand new black breakaway collar with a small black bell.
"Ah yes, my cats refuse to wear collars. I got that one but quickly gave up trying to put it on one of them..." he pauses for a second, and then quickly adds, "uh, Mistress."
"Good, it will be yours now!" I say as I lead him to sit on the edge of the bed and bind his wrists behind his back. I notice his cock is standing firm, pointing at the ceiling as he sits. His body his long and lean; his cock is long and thicker than I would have imagined. He is circumcised, and as I tie his wrists, I imagine for a moment what it would feel like against my tongue.
With his hands firmly tied behind his back, I straddle his knees with my legs and stand over him while I fit the collar. I extend the collar to it's full size, and then measure the length around his neck at the point right above his Adam's apple. He patiently holds still as I work, but he is staring at me with a half-smile on his face.
"What?" I say, as I adjust the collar so its as tight as possible around his throat. I snap the clip closed right above his apple.
"You are just so beautiful..." he says softly. The movement of his throat causes the bell to chime.
"And you are so sexy... especially with this collar," I say, holding his face still and kiss him passionately. My nipples are painful throbbing points behind black lace and the air feels cool through my lingerie around my hot wet cunt. I could feel the tip of his cock brushing against my lower belly. I pull away from his face slowly, with one hand holding the back of his head which is tilted to look up to me. His eyes are still closed and his lips are slightly parted.
"I want you to swallow," I say, looking at his throat. He obediently tries to swallow but his huge Adam's apple strains against the collar, which causes the break-away clasp to pop open so his apple can travel to the top of his throat. I laugh, but I am so turned on. I am going to need relief soon. I add some space to the length of the collar, so there is more room for him to swallow without it popping off.
"Do you want to touch me?" I ask him, stroking his cheekbones with my thumbs while I hold his face. He nods quickly.
"Yes mistress, please!"
"But how are you going to, with your hands tied?" I ask, taking a step back. He looks confused.