day one
Each decade seems to be labeled by society with a descriptive word that describes the societal status of the times. The sixties were the era of free love. The eighties were the years of financial decadence where money was in abundance, spent freely, almost wastefully. The nineties seem to be headed towards an era of new sexual expression, the world of S & M. Where previously this realm of sex play had been considered by the mainstream to be unacceptable behavior that one did not talk about, this practice of sex play has come into vogue.
Nathan and I are no different than any other couple in our curiosity of the topic. Our first explorations were tentative, like a young child taking his first steps. With each new venture down the path of this game our trust level escalated. In my opinion, trust is the key element to insure a comfort level in order to achieve the optimum pleasure from such playtime.
We were vacationing in Florida and staying in a luxury beachfront condominium. Having spent a relaxing three days there lulled by the sounds of the surf, the songs of seagulls, and several blissful orgasms, Nathan proposed that we play a game.
He was seated on the love seat looking out over the noon sun shimmering on the emerald green waters while the sea oats swayed in the October breeze. He looked me straight in the eye and said, "You can make all the rules. I'll do anything I'm told. Just dominate. Please!"
I was pleased that he had so freely expressed his desire to play; pleased that he had communicated his desire without any pretense of shyness or hesitation. So, I decided to give him what he had requested. His fate was now in my hands.
Rising from the couch, I went into the bedroom that also faced seaside to do surveillance of the things I might need and preparing the spaces I might choose to occupy. After selecting all of my "game pieces" and the place to "Start" I returned to the living area to retrieve Nathan.
I stood in the doorway with my hands on my hips a riding crop in one. I was dressed in total black. The smell of the leather stimulated my own state of mind as I mentally transformed to the role of Mistress. Nathan looked up from the magazine he had been reading and shivered involuntarily when his gaze fell upon the riding crop. "Slave! Follow me and do as you are told!" I commanded. The exchange of power had begun!
He seemed almost too eager to follow. His demeanor conveyed that he had not yet arrived at a mental state of subjugation. He was obviously aroused for this penis bulged at the seams of his trousers. Mentally, he seemed excited with anticipation of the things to come. But, he showed no signs of really taking my role as his Mistress seriously.
That was a mistake!
After all it had been his own idea to relinquish control of himself into my hands. It was going to require immediate action to humble him properly.
The closet was to be the starting point for it was large and contained a full-length mirror on the opposite wall of the clothes rack. From the bench I picked up a delicate black satin and lace negligee and handed it to him with instructions that he was to put it on and face the mirror.
He blushed a vivid shade of red when he saw the image he created wearing such attire. His cock sprang from beneath the material as the lace cascaded around his erection. Even I found this visual silly so I felt certain that he would want me to remove the gown immediately. But, I did no such thing! Instead, I raised his hands above his head and tied them securely to the overhead wire shelf. Then spreading his feet apart, I secured each ankle with a nylon strap.
He began mumbling very un-submissive protests. I ordered silence.
