I wasn't used to this. I wasn't used to not being in control.
Nikki and I had used bondage in the bedroom on more than one occasion. It was a favorite of both of ours, actually. But Nikki was always the one who was bound and I was always the one making her my captive. Which meant I was always used to having her at my will. With her sucking my dick, I was always able to hold her head and shove my cock deep in her throat. Cuffed behind her back, I could penetrate her pussy from behind. Handcuffed to the bed, I could lie on top of her and be as rough or as gentle as I wanted.
Not that she ever minded. She loved it. She never once uttered the word "stop" (unless preceded by a "don't,") because she knew even in roleplay, I wouldn't be tuned on by non-consent. Neither was she. Sure, she liked to play the innocent one who needed to be seduced, giving a playful reluctance that I would need to wear down to my will. But she loved every minute of it.
Then one night a week or so ago, I'd mentioned that it might be erotic for me to be at her will...for her to take control one night. Not that I was losing my desire to control, but I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the subject of her whims.
I'd been serious, at least half so. We'd grown into a bit of a routine, so part of me never expected that things would actually change. Bondage and control roleplay wasn't everything we did in the bedroom, but it had become a favorite of both of ours, and it was roles that included those that were easiest for us to slip into. Routines can be hard to break.
But one afternoon at work, I received an email from her:
Subject: Your Wish...MY COMMANDS
Tonight when you come home, you're the dashing con man who's finally been captured and arrested. And I'M the officer tasked with processing YOU into jail.
I had to hand it to her. It was easy to find reasons for women to be brought into jail in a bedroom scene. Dress them up sexy, they can be in for anything. Men are more visual. A woman dressed up sexy is immediately going to be a turn-on. Men can be a bit more difficult. But a suit-and-tie worker like myself being her dashing con-man criminal? It was a pretty realistic scenario, at least as far as bedroom play goes.
I finished up my workday and pulled into my apartment parking lot by six-thirty. I was all ready to jump in to the role, but I was nervous. I was giving up part of myself, making myself the vulnerable one. But it was a exciting nervous. I was looking forward to it.
I entered the apartment on the top floor, a two bedroom and she was waiting by the door when I set down my briefcase. She was already holding my set of handcuffs (the real police-style, not the cheap drugstore toy-aisle kind with quick-release levers). She wasted no time jumping into the role herself.
"So, you've finally been captured, Mr. Huntington," she said.
I nodded, picking up my role, giving her a charming smile.
"Your charms are useless here, sir," she told me. "Stand against the wall so I can search you."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, facing the wall. I put my arms up and faced the wall as she'd instructed.
Her hands went to my hips, using a technique I'd used when playing in her position many times. She glided her hands over me and then slide them back below my waist. One hand hit between my legs and she was groping me, rubbing me gently, to increase my arousal.
My heart was beating faster.
"I never realized how thorough of a job you do here," I told her, flashing my smile at her again as I looked over my shoulder.
"Keep quiet, prisoner," she told me in an authoritative voice. "Turn around and start undressing."
I complied, wondering what she would have me wear. We only had one orange prisoner uniform, and it was hers. It fit her perfectly (and she looked sexy as hell in it, too). I undressed down to my briefs, my shirt, suit, and tie, lying on the floor.
She looked at me.
"Did I tell you to leave any clothes on," she asked. "Underwear off, too."
