After my last visit a week prior, dread had begun to grow in my chest. The balance of power in our interactions had been growing, to be honest, a tad rocky; I adored you still, but what had once been a balance had begun to lean much too far, to which one could hardly call me a 'switch' if one were to look at how I acted around you. I needed to shake things up, and soon.
When you invited me over for dinner, telling me that I would be tied up and used for your pleasure, I bit my tongue and quietly agreed, meekly lowering my head and bowing my eyes and agreeing to come along, letting you believe that everything would be as planned.
I don't let things go just as planned.
And so our dinner date went as expected. You wore a beautiful strapless black dress that looked like your breasts were almost falling out. I had worn simple black slacks and a white button-up shirt. We relaxed and started with a movie. You laid your head atop my chest, you stroked my arm and leaned in to kiss me, you pulled away when I tried to kiss you, and you had me make dinner while you got changed and ready. Acting coy, I obeyed completely, moving to the kitchen and preparing a simple stir fry with chicken, sleight of hand enacting my plan.
And before the rope came out, dinner came out in your room. And at dinner, I fed you, sitting beside you. For a moment I even used my fork to guide a piece of the food to your mouth, slipping it between your lips and watching you, leaning in to kiss you after you swallowed. Our lips touched and I smiled. It seemed you were rewarding me. I just smiled and let you reward me, and I laid back, watching you throughout dinner. Throughout dinner I was quiet, and didn't seem to be all there to be honest. There seemed to be something distracting me, every time you looked.
Of course I wasn't really all that distracted, I was just waiting. I pretended not to notice as it seemed your movements grew slightly sluggish and you seemed tired. The slight yawn was a hint for me to sit up and lean closer, and lean in to kiss you. Weakly, you pulled away, refusing to give me a kiss. And when you leaned back, I grasped your wrists and pinned you down to your own bed and took my kiss, invaded your mouth with my tongue, climbed on top of you. There was resistance. Not much, but there was, and the confused look in your eyes said that you expected more resistance. But I didn't.
"Did you enjoy dinner?" I asked, as you squirmed. "The sauce was pretty good. It was a teriyaki sauce that I sweetened with honey and diazepam," I lied as a joke. The diazepam wasn't in the sauce, or I would be as helpless as you are. "Let me go," I heard you whimper, as in your voice I detected anger, fear... the slightest hint of arousal.
"I don't want to," I said as you struggled, trying your hardest to push me off. Your body was refusing to obey you, and was instead obeying me. Surely, your heart must be trying to beat right out of your chest, but sedatives are really quite fun. You squirmed, trying to kick out, trying to lift your hips against mine, but I pinned you, held you down, and forced my lips against yours, my tongue into your mouth as the drug took more and more of a hold over your body.
You were a strong, gorgeous woman, an absolute amazon, and physically a little stronger than me, so I evened the playing field.
After pulling away from the kiss, I moved off and flipped you over unceremoniously. "Let me go," you said, but I ignored you as I took the rope that you'd laid out, shrugged, and began to work. Tying your hands together, I tied them in a somewhat practiced knot, one I remembered you using on me before, your wrists held outward as to make the binding less comfortable and discourage struggling. With your arms tied, I drew out a couple other fun things, pulling out a blindfold that I had brought along and a pair of earplugs, slipping the former over your eyes, and trying to slip the latter in your ears.
You resisted, of course, pulling your head away with what little strength you could, and I frowned. Grabbing your hair, I jerked back violently, leaning in and blowing air in your ears, admiring the tiny shiver of your body afterward. "Bad girl," I admonished with the slightest of whispers, lifting up your skirt and striking your ass, ignoring the cry of pain you made, looking over and trying once more to push the plugs in your ears. More resistance. With a sigh, I shook my head, and announced, "You disappoint me. I was going to be gentle," I said before pulling out a long strip of cloth that had once been a towel, shoving it in your mouth and tying it to gag you. As you let out sounds of disapproval and resistance, moved to sit down, and pulled you across my lap.
Smack. Smack. Smack. A thunderous sound filled your bedroom every few seconds, as I unceremoniously spanked one cheek of your ass, turning it redder and redder, marring your perfectly pale skin with a flushed pink color before turning it red. Your legs squirmed and flailed but did nothing as I continued to slap your ass. Smack. Smack. Smack. Eventually, your legs stopped flailing, stopped trying to kick me, and went limp, as if accepting of your fate.
