I had known for a long time that he had a secret fetish involving bondage and domination. The books, the magazines, the web sites he surfed, all pointed to his fascination with it. It was obvious too, to see that he preferred to be the one restrained. The fact that he was so into it, really turned me on.
I have never been a very dominate person, more of the type that blends into the crowd. So , to be a focal point of what I wanted for him had taken me months of fantasizing and planning.
I heard him pull in the driveway. I had carefully dressed for the role I was going to play. I had tall black leather boots on. Coming just above my knees. They had 4 inch stiletto heels and silver buckles adorned the ankles. Just putting them on gave me confidence, and turned me on. I felt so sexy in them.
So, as I added a pair of black patent leather crotchless panties, and a Black leather Bustier, I felt very sexy, and VERY naughty. My breasts are not large, but with the help of the sexy garment, my 34C's looked full and promising. My already hard nipples strained against the material. My hair is dark, just shoulder length. I added a bit of mousse to slick it back, and put on a full face of makeup, including some rich red lipstick.
I had carefully put all the props, I felt like I wanted to use, in various places around the bedroom and master bathroom.
I heard him pull up. My heart beat wildly with anxiety.
I heard him walk in the house. He was already giving his rendition of his day. "HI honey I am here. God its great to be here, I tell you, those incompetent folks I work with never gave me any peace today. I had to take care of everything No one can do anything by themselves without me taking charge. Just one day, I would like to sit back and not have to take care of everything".
Oh, little did he know, he was about to have those words tested to the limits.
I watched him through the doors. He had already took his tie off, and unbuttoned his shirt. For a man in his mid 40's he is in terrific shape. I watched his slightly hairy solid chest come to view as he continued to remove his shirt. By the time he had unbuckled his pants, he was at the bedroom door.
As he rounded the threshold and took me in for the first time, I saw his eyes grow huge.
I approached him and immediately continued the task of removing his pants and boxers. I could already see signs that he had approved of my outfit.
I brought my fiery red lips to his and kissed him hard. I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth and began probing and playing with his tongue.
"Honey, this is quite a surprise, but really I need a shower" he began to protest.
I put my fingers to his lips as if to hush him.
"Your right, you do need a shower" I said to him.
As he took a step away from me, I wasted no time in securing both of his hands and putting them behind his back, quickly clamping handcuffs on his wrists.
I could tell by the look on his face, he was so surprised and immediately turned on. I lead him to the large walk in shower stall in the bathroom, where I had placed a 2-step step stool in the middle of it.
I lead him to it. I spread his legs to each leg of the stool and securely tied his ankles to the legs on each side. His ass was just resting in a supportive fashion against the slanted top step. I anchored his already bound wrists to the back of the stool.
His cock was now fully hard, his balls tightening in anticipation. The whole time I was restraining him I called him my "slut".
"You will do everything I tell you to now my slut" I continued to taunt.
I had a feather duster ready. I began using it on the bottoms of his feet. Soft feathery wisps. I could tell it tickled him, his feet, bound at the ankles flexed trying to get away from the stimulus. I kept on. Spreading each toe, I slid my little finger in and out of each crevice in a sensuous rhythm.
Up his body went the feathers. To the outer sides and backs of his calves, to his tender inner thighs.
I removed my bustier. "Suck my nipples" I demanded of him as I fed my breast into his mouth.