He had always found a great deal of satisfaction in a thoroughly prepared play session. Every minor detail meticulously planned, each piece of equipment laid out ready and checked to be in working order. Sir found it calming, soothing even. In the storm of his stressful anxious life, this was a serene pool of calm. There was nothing outside of his control. Nothing for him to worry about as every detail was prepared. He smiled at this thought. This ritual of his, a small scotch while he prepared, was one of his favourite part of a play session. He carefully laid the heavy chains he had selected on the chest of drawers next to the bed. Already placed on there was the locks, the lighter for the candles placed around the room and the blindfold. The crop he'd placed at the end of the table in the centre of the playroom and the knife was downstairs ready to be sharpened. He downed his whisky and checked the time. Plenty to finish the knife and find the first aid kit (he made it a point of having one just in case) before he'd have to get changed. He smiled. All according to plan.
This was about the last straw. She'd had enough. First her boss had changed her mind about a key case, undoing months of work, then said boss had decided to go home early, leaving her to take all calls. Now she was soaked through in the rain. As if running late for the play session wasn't bad enough already. Sub's pre-session ritual took her hours, time she simply did not have today. She bitterly chuckled under her breath, not that it mattered anyway, she was not in the mood to be told what to do. As she slammed her front door shut she kicked off her shoes and stamped upstairs to her shower. Minutes later, the scolding water had thawed her limbs, she took a deep breath and sighed. Deep down she craved today of all days to not be the one in control, but damn was he going to have to earn it. She leaned out the shower, grabbed her phone and sent a message to Sir saying she was running late.
As Sir washed away the remaining shaving foam his phone buzzed, with a frown he noticed the name that came up on the screen. "Going to be late, shitty day. Really needing tonight xxx" it read. Lateness without prior notice would get sub punished, this was not one of those days. Instead, he knew exactly what she needed. To get lost in the fantasy tonight and forget it all. To do that he would make sure every last detail was perfect. He sauntered back out into the bedroom where his outfit for the evening awaited. Crisp white shirt, black formal trousers and shiny black shoes. Once he was dressed, it was time for the finishing touches, aftershave with a hint of spice and a studded black leather belt. Satisfied with his look in the mirror he picked up his whisky and headed downstairs to wait. That familiar mix of excitement and power filled his body as he slipped into his dominant headspace.
She chuckled under her breath as she finished applying her mascara. For some one with such expensive tastes she had accrued a large collection of very cheap make-up. The only thing in which she ever purposefully bought the cheapest brand. Most would never want their make-up running but there was just something about looking an absolute mess after a session that really got her going. Her only instruction as to what to wear had been that it must be "easy to remove." As sub looked in the mirror at the dark red lingerie set she wore, the brat in her reasoned that wearing only this surely counted as easily removed. As she went to get her long coat and high heels she could feel the need to be controlled, to have all that made her who she was stripped away just for the night, nagging at the back of her mind. She pushed it down in her thoughts, tonight that needed to be taken, not given. She stepped out into the cold and regretted her attire in an instant. As she shivered behind the wheel of her car, she made a silent promise that if he did not appreciate her get up there would be hell to pay...
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She still wasn't here. He sighed, Sir held great distaste for deviations from his plans. When he was in that powerful head space, every muscle felt taught and eager to spring into action. He needed to exert his control. To become someone's entire world and have them live on his every word. Patient waiting did not fit well with this. Traffic could not be helped though, so not so patient waiting it was to be then. He could picture his plans for the evening vividly in his head. The soft skin of her throat under his hand, the little moan that escapes her lips whenever he squeezed. Her toned legs straining against the restraints trying to stop the onslaught of pleasure from the lovely vibrating wand. Just the thought of what would happen tonight excited him, a wolfish grin spread over his face. Time for one last check before sub arrived he decided, after all, they had never used chains before...
She still wasn't there. She sighed. When she was in this stressed head space, every fibre of her craved to have everything stripped from her. To be forced into submission so she could then relax in the purity of only having one goal. Serving. Traffic could not be helped though, so more stress it was to be then. She couldn't let it ruin their evening. She took a deep breath. It was a familiar calming ritual Sir had taught her. Deep breaths, cleared mind. Too much stress blocked her from subspace. She had to admit though, a little bit of stress was fun, it made her bratty. Being put back in her place after a bratty spell was just delightful. Those were some of her favourite memories, little yelps of pleasure and pain as Sir's crop connected with her sensitive flesh. That voice of his that bordered on a growl as he pinned her to a wall and told her she would learn to behave. When she was in one of those moods she always ignored what the voice said but she loved the sound of it. As the traffic began to move she smiled, being a brat wasn't always her thing but fuck was it good fun...
The knock at the door brought a sly smile to his face. Finally, the fun could begin. Sir placed down his whisky and strode to the front door, he took a deep breath and opened it wide. Stood before him was exactly what he had been craving, his plaything, his sub, wearing an almost ankle length coat and a mischievous smile. He'd hoped for a challenge tonight. The thrill of exerting control, of seeing that switch flip in her head as she surrendered to him, was second to none. Returning the smile he spoke.
"Do come in little plaything, it's cold out."
The look of thunder on his face made any punishment she was going to receive absolutely worth it. Her little ritual for greeting Sir was to take off her outer wear and stand in the middle of the room for inspection. It was most certainly not to lie back on the sofa with her shoes on the cushions. Seeing him stalk towards sent a shiver of excited anticipation down her spine. It took mere seconds before his strong hand was pulling her to her feet. She let out an involuntary gasp, part shock and part excitement.
"What do you think you are doing?"
His voice came out in a low growl, pissed but in control. Exactly, where she wanted him. She replied with her sweetest smile and a voice that would melt butter.
"You said it's cold outside, so I decided to get warm and comfy. You wouldn't want me to suff-"
The slap took her breath away. Part of her wanted to whimper and apologise, be his good girl. The rest, though, was just getting started. Her smile turned wicked, and she traced a finger along his jaw.
"Aw is the big bad scary Dom getting upset? Shall I fetch him some milk and cookies?"
He knew deep down sub was goading him. He also didn't care, she needed breaking in and reminding of who she was. Her coat had fallen open when she had been pulled up, the glimpses of dark red fabric against pale skin only excited him further. With a twist of the hand in her hair, he moved sub to face away from him. He ignored her gasps of protest he grasped the collar of her coat and pulled it off of her body. In that moment his resolve to see his sub broken back in almost faltered. She was wearing his favourite set of her lingerie, and he caught a glimpse of the matching jeweled butt plug she was so proud of finding. Part of him wanted to bend her over the sofa and fuck her senseless then and there. The rest, though, was just getting started. With his hand in her hair, he marched her to the door of the playroom. As he placed his hand on the handle he stopped. He leaned in closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"This will be intense, are you sure you want this?"
"I need this, please, I just need to not be in control."
He smiled, kissed her neck and opened the door.
"Good girl, remember, call red if you need it."
