She stepped into my room. Her previous persona gone. The conservative, quiet woman that I had come to know had vanished. Instead I saw delicious pale skin wrapped tightly in a black corset. Knee high black boots with a seductive five inch heel could not hide the full length of the black nylons that hugged her shapely legs. She wore the leather collar and cuffs that I first placed upon her, but they did not seem to fit her now. Neither did the frilly striped skirt that she wore about her slender waist. As always she was a vision, but the sudden change in wardrobe made me slightly nervous.
Her attitude matched her unusual clothing. The shy woman did not walk into my room, nor did the erotic creature that craved pleasure and pain. Instead I beheld a coy seductress. She winked at me and blew me a kiss through lips painted black. Her eyes absolutely sparkled through dark makeup as she took her place, standing at the foot of the bed. She stared at me, through me. I grew more uncomfortable, but also felt my breaths grow shallow, my pulse quicken, my body betraying a growing excitement.
With a flourish she suddenly tore off her mismatched skirt and flung it aside. I gasped and she purred as I stared, open-mouthed, at the black harness she wore underneath, and the thick, long, veined, fiery red strap-on that hung between her legs, almost down to her knees.
I had been lying on my bed, nude, but now I felt naked before her. Her eyes bore into mine, glinting with a desire that would not go unfulfilled. Suddenly she was moving towards me, suddenly atop me, everything seemed to move in a blur. I felt the heat of her body on mine; I felt the strength of her grip on my arms; I felt the security of the ropes that she entwined around my wrists; and I felt the weight of her massive tool as she dragged it over my flesh.
She squatted above me, a view I had seen many times before, but in far different circumstances. My ankles were lifted into the air, and I felt ropes wrap around them. She was tying my legs in the air, spreadeagled, but all I could focus on was the thick red member hanging from between her legs, mere inches from my lips.
In a fluid motion, she bucked her hips forward once, then squatted deeply. Her thick, long organ flew forward then thudded down heavily on my chest. She squealed with delight as I gasped from the impact. I looked up and saw her jeweled plug, buried deeply inside her, where it had always belonged. She positioned the jewel above my lips and slowly dropped down.
I reached out and planted a kiss on her jewel, thinking that was what she wanted. I saw her body shake as she chuckled to herself. My body shook as she gave my exposed cock a light slap to let me know I was wrong. She hovered there for a moment, her jewel just over my lips. I did not know what she wanted, my fear grew, the sting of her slap still echoing through my vulnerable body.
With a snort of impatience, she dropped herself down on my mouth, then giggled as she ground her jewel into my lips. I did the only thing I could do, I opened wide. The jeweled base of her plug past my lips and she held it there. I clamped down, gripping the base firmly in my teeth. Her moans were delicious as she slowly rose. I watched her tightness stretch as she stood herself off of the bulb of her plug. A shudder of pleasure traveled through her body when she was free of it.
As quick as a cat she spun. Her eyes still sparkling, she planted a kiss on my cheek then took the plug from my mouth in her hands. She lithely crawled down my body, dragging herself between my spread and bound legs. Her entire body rubbed along my cock as she did. When she finally stood at the foot of my bed, I saw a smear of my excitement running down the length of her corset. Her massive tool was resting between my legs, covering my manhood and laying halfway up my stomach.
She smiled an impish smile and held up the plug. It had been a gift. Something I had once given to her. I began to realize that she was about to give it back. She was so gentle, and the plug was well lubed, yet I still winced as she fed it's girth inside me. Then I released a loud moan of relief and pleasure as it popped inside me and the jeweled base seated itself against my tight hole. I found myself smiling up at her, and she grinned wickedly down at me. A glint in her eyes. Her breathing quickened, and she pounced.
She was empowered, aggressive, confident and completely in control. The dominatrix that now climbed over my body reminded me nothing of the willing submissive that I had taken so many times before. This new woman reached her hands back and slapped my cock hard as she seated herself on my chest. Then I was slapped again, across the face, with her fiery red organ.
She yanked my head upwards by a fistful of hair in one hand as she used to other to guide her member into my mouth. I had no choice but to open wide and take it. As I did however, I found that I wanted to.
There was something about this new woman that had me bound to my own bed. The complete change of her character. She was suddenly powerful, and I was drawn to her power, wanting nothing more than to lay bare before it, and let it was over me like a tidal wave. Her power came deep from within her. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch. I wondered if it had been there all along, buried deep inside the submissive woman that used to orgasm when I applied the crop. Either way, it was out now, unleashed, and for the first time, she had the perfect tool to exert that power upon me. I was currently sucking it.
I could barely fit my mouth around its girth, but I sucked it, occasionally flicking my tongue around it in a circle as I had forced her to do for me so many times. She bucked back and forth as she sat on my chest, panting wildly, watching me service her power with my mouth. Her hands roved around my bound body. She wrapped them around my throat. She dug her nails into the flesh of my chest. She tugged on my hair. She cupped my face in her palms and locked eyes with me, enjoying the sight of me sucking her.
Finally she withdrew, and left me with a stinging slap across the face. I watched her stand and walk to the foot of the bed. Again I was struck by the change in this woman. Where I had expected a downward gaze, and the slumping posture of a meek submissive; I found myself gazing at a woman who walked confidently, with her head up, her shoulders back, pushing her chest out and swinging her hips seductively from side to side in a motion that made her massive organ slap her legs with every step. She purred, and licked her black lips as she took position once again at the foot of my bed, looking at me through my bound legs.
