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Cat rushed around putting the finishing touches on the set up for the morning. At five minutes to eight, five minutes before the new guy was due, she stood framed by her front door and studied the effect. There was a heavy, steel framed kitchen chair sitting in the middle of the living room. On the couch was a good sized duffle bag with skeins of rope of varying widths and colours spilling from it. A collar, a leash, a set of steel police issue cuffs, and an innocuous pile of brightly coloured, very feminine fabric rested beside it. A large, weighted black and blue suede flogger rested on the chair by the door.
Satisfied with the set up, she glanced down at herself. A short black skirt, a black tank top that allowed breasts clad in a black and pink bra to nearly spill out, and a charcoal grey cardigan covered pale flesh. The outfit accentuated the curves she wanted and nearly hid the ones she didn't. She curled her bare toes with a sigh but at least she'd remembered to paint the nails a rich red the colour of fresh blood.
With a minute to spare, she scooped up the flogger and arranged herself in the living room. Cat heard his footsteps and grinned as she straightened her spine and threw her mind into the Dominant mindset that would be required for the day.
At the knock, she called out, "Come."
The door opened slowly, like he wasn't quite sure he should open it himself. She saw his eyes dart around the room and scan her. When he licked his lips and swallowed audibly, she had to resist the urge to wriggle with delight. "Strip. Put your clothes on the chair, leave your glasses on." Cat used the flogger to point at the chair by the door and stood slapping her calf with the flogger, lightly, so lightly it barely made a noise.
As his clothes came off, he opened his mouth to speak. She raised a single brow and he stopped before he uttered a sound. "I haven't given you permission to speak. If I ask you a question you will say 'Yes, Ma'am' or 'No, Ma'am.' Nothing else. Is that clear?"
She hid her amusement as his mouth opened, closed, then opened again after he'd cleared his throat. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Good boy. Continue." For a moment she wondered if he'd figure out she meant stripping or if he'd say what he wanted to say. She let out a silent breath when he began to remove his boots, socks and pants.
Finally, he stood there gloriously nude. His clothes were stacked neatly on the chair; his glasses still on his face. His glasses were a symbol of his submission: When they were on, he felt on fairly equal ground and when they came off, he started to slide into that headspace good submissives get at the hands of a good Dominant. Which is, of course, why she left them on him for the moment. She wanted to fuck with his head as much as his body.
"Take three steps forward then stop." As he moved to obey, she set down the flogger and scooped up the cuffs. When he stopped she walked around him, inspecting him, trailing her fingers over his body. "Very nice. I think I'll have fun with this." She stopped behind him and slid a hand up his back, over his shoulder and down his arm to his hand. Tangling her fingers with his, she pulled his arm behind him and wrapped a cuff around his wrist, slowly ratcheting it shut. When he voluntarily gave him his other arm, she kissed his shoulder blade.
Cat really wanted to nibble on that warm flesh but giving into temptation wasn't an option. She could smell his deodorant; one she knew he knew he wasn't supposed to wear. He needed to be scent free before she could put her mouth on those flat abs, the strong shoulders or that delectable, fairly impressive erection that was starting to rise.
Instead, she went to the couch and picked up the collar and leash. She turned to find his eyes on her so she deliberately draped the leash around her neck and let it mingle with the cardigan. Why cardigans were a turn on for him, she'd never understand but her understanding why didn't matter. What mattered was that it was a part of him and she intended to exploit everything she discovered. His eyes widened a bit and she allowed a small smile to curve her lips.
Cat took the nylon collar and wrapped it around his throat. The snap of the buckle was loud in the silence and she took great pleasure in his flinch. She attached the leash and then, only then, did she remove his glasses.
The effect was immediate, his shoulders relaxed and he seemed to breathe a little easier. Cat knew that he was nearly blind without the prescription lenses and she planned to use that too. She slid both hands up his belly over his chest, pausing to pinch his nipples lightly, and around the edge of the collar before she grabbed the leash in one hand and turned away.
Cat kept him on a short lead and took him through her apartment to the bathroom where the light was already on. She stopped him in front of the toilet, lifted seat and lid before moving behind him. Once more she caressed his body, this time starting at the top and ending at his cock. "Oh dear, this will make it difficult. If you don't pee now, you won't get a second chance."
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Hot breath caressed his ear as she whispered and Brett shuddered, knowing she could feel it, but he couldn't help himself. The cardigan was a soft torment on the flesh she'd sensitized. Her breasts were pressed against his naked back and his fingers rested on the silky material of her skirt. He wondered if she was hot and wet and bit back a groan as his cock hardened further.
He damned her and thanked her in the same thought as she stroked cool fingers over his arousal. It was painful now. She was right, he had to relieve himself now. The coffee he'd had before leaving home had filtered through his kidneys and he was about to burst. He also knew that she planned to tie him up for hours and wetting himself was forbidden. She wasn't a fan of watersports. He was confused over this step and as he pondered her motivation for this move, the way she'd done it, blood flowed from cock to brain and he was finally soft enough for her to, with a great deal of shock to him, push him down and hold him while his bladder let go.
