Note: I thought I would try a different type of story and viewpoint. Please send me feedback on your thoughts and any ways to improve. I'm open to all comments. Hope you enjoy!
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Since you seem to like tying me up and being a bit of a dom, I thought I'd share a little fantasy with you and see if you like it. Be forewarned, it's explicit, dirty, and beyond anything we've ever talked about. If you're curious, read on. It goes something like this:
It's late in the evening, but not too late and we've been drinking. Doing some shots specifically. You lead me back into the bedroom and tell me to strip for you as you watch in your thin tank top and pajama bottoms. I'm pretty sure you're not wearing anything underneath. I can see your nipples getting hard as I take everything off, but the room is dark lit only by a faint salt lamp.
You tell me to lay down on the bed naked and put my arms over my head. And that's when it happens. You grab each of my arms and quickly tie them down with the restraints that were hidden somewhere near the bed. I'm struggling but can't seem to move and while I'm working to free my arms, it goes unnoticed that you've done the same to my feet. I am now completely helpless, unable to move except for some small writhing motions to each side, but it's futile.
You smile; pleased at your work. Feeling bold you quickly take my cock in your mouth and begin sucking and bobbing on it fast, making it grow to its full attention. You stop and with a loud audible "pop" release it from your mouth. Giving it a light pat, you tell me to keep it hard and that you'll be right back. I attempt to question you and that's when you change. Smacking my cock hard and squeezing it mercilessly, you tell me to stop asking questions and obey. Then you leave the room.
I am left wondering what's going on. It seems like forever, I can hear water running and then it stops. I assume you're showering or taking a bath. Finally, after what seems an eternity, you return. Your hair is pulled back in ponytail and your makeup is immaculately done. You're wearing only a black lace garter, thigh-high stockings, and heels. Nothing else. You look amazing and completely in control.
You stand by the bed and ask if I like it. I grunt, almost whimpering in approval. And that's when you smack my cock again and squeeze it hard. Grabbing my face with your other hand, you instruct me that the only appropriate responses for the evening will be "Yes, mistress" or "No, mistress" everything else will result in