She had come home and, as expected, he was kneeling naked on the floor. Ready to do her bidding. Was he to be punished or to administer solace? He never knew; he could only hope. He watched as she slipped off the dress that clung to her curvaceous figure. God how he loved her body. How it turned him on. He felt his erection grow and hoped he would not be punished for such a natural feeling. Now, naked, she took a rubber corset from the wardrobe. The corset was black and signified not only her power but also the way that she liked to accentuate her beautiful body. She knew that he loved both in her and she loved to have the power over him in both of these ways. She lay back on the bed. He knew what she expected; massage, the relaxation of taut muscles, the relief of any ache that she cared to mention. What she did not expect was to suddenly feel him on top of her and pinning her to the bed.
He held her firmly down with his body. She struggled underneath him but he pushed her hard against the bed. Reaching up to the head board he slid two lengths of scarf that had been dangling unseen behind the bed. Swiftly he tied her, ignoring her threats as he tied the scarves tight around her wrists. Now, held to the bed, he eased off her body and reached into one of the drawers beside the bed. Repeatedly she told him what she would do to him when he released her. She ordered him to untie her immediately but he ignored her. He knew he would have to pay for this...but that would be later...much, much later.
Knowing that he had to take further control of the situation he waited until she was screaming at him, her head raised from the bed. As she did so he slipped the inflatable ball gag into her mouth. It silenced her immediately but she started to push it out with her tongue. He pushed a hand against her mouth to keep the gag in and started to pump the inflating ball. As the gag filled her mouth all she could do was make a few noises in her throat. He enjoyed the power, enjoyed the sight of her helpless body...but the fact that he had done this and the wrath that she would show when she was released scared him. Yet even that excited him and he relished the thought of the way that she would abuse him for this misdemeanour.
Suddenly he felt a foot against him, pushing him away and he realised that she was not totally helpless. He slipped from the bed and reached under the mattress at the foot of the bed. Grabbing a writhing leg he wrapped a scarf around it, pulling her leg wide and then tying the knot tight. He repeated this for her other leg. Finally he stood back.
His Mistress lay before him, venom in her eyes but totally helpless. He watched her full breasts heave inside her rubber corset. He loved to look at her and relished her body; normally he could only look when she said that he could and even furtive glances were punished hard. Now he could look all that he wanted and he trailed his eyes down her beautiful body. The shape of her breasts, the smooth skin, her mound trapped inside the high cut rubber corset. He imagined her pussy lips underneath the tight clothing, hoping that it would soon be wet and sliding against the smooth rubber. The sight and thoughts aroused him and he slipped his hand slowly up and down his hard shaft, masturbating slowly in front of her. All she could do was look and, although she could do nothing and her anger was still high, her body responded and her pussy became a little wet, her breathing a little deeper and her nipples a little hard.
Wanting to feel her skin he reached down and trailed fingers along the inside of her thigh. The smooth skin trembled beneath his hand and he stroked up and down, gently, slowly. Knowing what a sexual woman she was he was sure that her body was responding to his touch and he had to remind himself that this was his time. His game. He bent his head, kissing her thighs and trailing his tongue down towards her feet. Slowly, slowly he moved down to her feet and started to suck her toes. He sucked each one into his mouth, relishing the fact that he did not have to rush or move to her whims. The timetable was his and he wanted to savour the moments.