Some Sven and Mimi based kink. I've been wanting to write this for ages. Sven comes to term with being masculine and submissive. Mimi shows him how. Enjoy!
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The ropes were coiled neatly around his wrists and pulled taught above his head. He stared ahead into the half-light and listened to her moving behind him. She brushed his spine with her fingers, running them over the back of his neck, reaching up. He exhaled nervously, knowing that she was watching him twist and writhe. That he was caught on her hemp lines like some delectable fish. She sighed and he knew that she was smiling behind him. The evening was balmy and there was no noise but for the distant hum of traffic. He should have been driving now, but he called Mark and told him that he had to cancel, that something had come up and they would have to reschedule. She had sat cross-legged in an armchair while he made the call, telling him what to say and he had gone with it.
It frightened him just how easily she slipped into this role, how naturally it came to her. One night, he told her this and she laughed at him. Telling him not to be so stupid, that it wasn't a role she was playing. That it wasn't something she could put on and remove at whim, but that it was a part of her in the same way she liked watching sitcoms and eating french food. And, she added, she loved him like this. She told him not to be afraid. That submission was okay. That she loved him all the more for it. That it was beautiful.
And so now, here he stood, arms pulled up above him, gripping the doorframe, waiting. Waiting for everything that he had ever wanted and never found. Sometimes he found it easier to make this a game, to play a role because he could separate his desire from himself. He could stand back from his shame. Mimi pulled the blindfold around his face and brushed his cheek.
"Give a man a mask," she whispered, "And he'll tell you the truth." She pulled the knot tight and Sven groaned, his head jerking back towards her. It was still so difficult to admit that this was what he wanted. But more so, Sven found it even harder to believe that Mimi wanted it too. That she enjoyed it. That, hell, she even found it attractive. Found him beautiful and brave and brilliant for doing it. She walked around him, the click of her shoes reverberating off the walls. He couldn't understand it. She loved him for this. It seemed so odd when everyone else had told him his desires were wrong or odd or inappropriate for a man like him. But Mimi had laughed, that thick rolling laugh she had and curled into him. "Silly, silly, silly." She had chided, "they don't know what they're missing. A big, strong man at my beck and call, all tied up and nowhere to go? I'd take that over some wormy cliché any day."
He laughed aloud at the memory of her saying that. It made no sense. Mimi grabbed his erection and smiled to herself.
"What's so funny?" she stroked his face and he pulled himself forward to meet her.
"I can't believe this is happening. I never thought that it would happen." He replied, excitement tainting his voice.
"I know, baby. I know just how difficult it's been." Mimi breathed against him and ran her hand down his chest, "But now," she kissed him and a shiver rolled through his body. "Now, things will be different. No more worries. No more fear." She laughed in the dark and rubbed his chest comfortingly, " Well, Maybe a little bit of fear."
He kissed her back and arched his torso, pulling against the ropes, feeling her hands splay out around his body. He heard her shoes click against the marble floor and he fell silent. Waiting. His body aching for her, for anything. Just something to take his mind off the pain in his shoulders and the ache between his legs.
She sighed and he turned his head toward her voice.
I could look at you all day." She mused, "I think I might just take my time..."
Sven groaned and Mimi moved again. He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.
"Or maybe,.." she drifted off and he felt her breeze past him. The room fell silent and he shivered. He could hear nothing except the sound of his own breathing, tense and heavy in his head. All he could do was wait, anticipating her next move, longing for it. There was a distant swish and a sudden dull thud of rubber across the tops of his thighs. He groaned and twisted against the dull impact.
"You going to take this for me?" Mimi purred. "Is this what you want?"
Sven gasped and nodded, twisting his wrists against the ropes.
"What?" Mimi questioned, "I didn't hear you."
"Oh yes." He breathed, "Yes. It's what I want. I want it."
She struck him with the flogger again, over and over in a steady succession of neat, dull swings, the heat rolling through his body. He had ached for this, fantasized about it a million times, needed it and now it was here it seemed more dream like than ever, as if he was outside of himself, watching it happen from above.
Mimi kicked off her shoes and walked silently towards him, a smile on her lips as she watched Sven listen for her and hear nothing. She stood behind him and grabbed his erection. He jumped and hissed through his teeth, grinding his bottom towards her.
She laughed loud this time, pure delight in her voice and slapped his bottom, "Easy baby, I'm not quite done with you yet." She rubbed him gently, teasing him, watching with delight as his penis glittered with pre-cum, "there's so much more I want to do to you."
Sven moaned and she ducked around him and kissed his chest, winding her fingers into the tiny, dusky hairs. She pulled quickly and he winced, groaning at her touch. Leaning forward she sucked his left nipple and crushed her hand against his torso, her aching slit brushing against his erection. He tried to grind up toward her but she trapped him between her thighs, pushing back against his hips.
