Dominatrix

I see you there, standing in the bar’s corner. I know you have been watching me for a while. You’re dressed in a sexy dark three-piece suit. I notice the red silk tie immediately and picture ways to use it on you. I bite my bottom lip as I find myself lost in my fantasy, that tie has you bound, my tongue is flicking over your naked chest, your skin looks like chocolate, but tastes like the salty deviousness that is oozing from your skin… as I mould my lips over your nipple, getting ready to clamp down with my teeth.

Shaking myself out of my fantasy, I take my eyes off your tie and look up into your cute features. I notice you have a goatee. It defines your thick lips wonderfully. I can imagine kissing you, tasting your lust. I watch those lips curl up. You have a cheeky smile which light up your eyes. I know you want me. I can feel your energy, even from over where I am seated at the bar. I’m dressed in a cute little black and white checked 50s dress. I have thigh-high stockings on, with a pair of simple black heels. My hair up in a cute pony with a beautiful quiff. My make-up done to enhance my entrancing eyes. My large breast showing just the right about of cleavage.

I know there are other men looking at me… but I am intrigued by you. I know your type, you’re the Dominant type. You want to control me, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes. Your dark mysterious eyes. I walk over to you… I have a surprise for you. I let you think you have me where you want me. I let you think you’re going to be the Dominant.

We talk, we connect, I find out what you like. I let you know what I like. I see your eyes twitch when I hint at my sadistic side. You confirm that you only have a dominant side. I smile innocently, eluding you. I even giggle like a little girl. I can see in your features that you’re enthralled by me. I know you want me. I can smell your desire, the heat steaming off your gleaming chocolatey skin.

It’s not long before we’re back at the hotel I’m staying in. Almost instantly, I am against the wall, your lips pressed to mine passionately. I am excited by your hunger. I allow one hand to hold mine next to my head as your tongue moves with mine. The heat is getting intense between us now. I can feel your desire pressing against your zipper and you imitate your intentions against me.

You pull away slightly as just gaze at my eyes. Both of us heaving in air. You smell a little of malt whisky… I can smell my own of sweet Moscato mingling with you. Your hand cup my face, your thumbs gently stroking my cheeks. You leave a gentle kiss on my lips as you stare into my eyes. I feel you want to tell me something, but it’s written in your expression that you’re fascinated by me.

You look behind you and notice the bed. You lead me back there, your hands still on my cheeks as you kiss me again. Just as I feel the end of the ensemble bed touch my thighs, I switch places and turn us around. I push you onto the bed. You look up at me, puzzlement etched into your features. You don’t have a single moment to sit up as I climb onto your lap. I grab both your hands and lace my fingers with yours. Smiling innocently down at you as I make sure I am positioned right about your cock, now straining in your pants. I tilt my hips slightly. You can feel my soft curves rubbing your desire, exciting you further.

‘Ugh, babe… I need you’ you grunt as you thrust up against me. I tilt down, taking my hot cunt away from your hard cock.

‘Move up the bed, boy,’ I whisper in your ear. Without a second thought, you wriggle up and I slide up with you, making sure you stay trapped beneath my legs. Your hands are still in mine. To elude you of my intentions, I continue kissing you. Our kisses become maddeningly passionate. So much so, you don’t even notice how my hands have moved yours above our heads.

I distract you further by rubbing my cunt against your cock and move my lips down over your shirt and hunt for your nipples. It wasn’t hard, they’re erect beneath the thin cotton of your shirt. I bite hard just as you hear a click above your head. You’re distracted by the sensation of my teeth gnawing at your erogenous zone ever so gently over the material. You’re so turned on and needy that just as you go to grab me, you hear another click.

Your eyes wide as my fingers aren’t laced with yours anymore. Actually, they hadn’t been for a while, but you can’t place when or how… you were too preoccupied by the fact I seemed to just know how to hit the right spot.

You instantly feel a connection you have not yet felt before… and you go to show me how you feel when you realise you’re bound to the headboard. Panic sets in, it’s a deep-seated fear. You rattle at the restraints. It feels like hand cuffs. But make very little sound. You’ve used handcuffs before and they jangle more than that. You look up at your hands buried under the pillows.

‘You’re mine tonight, boy!’ I tell you as I sit up. I reach forward, deliberately taunting you with my breasts momentarily as I pull the pillows to reveal your hands clasped to some webbing. They’re cuff shaped wrist restraints. But not quite hand cuffs. You’re impressed by the set up. You give them a tug and they hold tight, alright.

You shake your head and smirk up at me. ‘Yes, you have me babe… Well done, I did not see that coming.’ You hold your composure, despite feeling agitated at being locked down. ‘You know you can’t keep me locked against my will! How would you like me to do this to you?’

I wink down at you. ‘You came willingly into my room, Andy… There are plenty of witnesses and CCTV footage of you groping me and wanting to have your way with me… who is going to believe that little ole me held you against your will?’ I tease, then kiss your lips. ‘Besides, you know the safe word. It stops if you call the word we agreed on downstairs.’

As scared as you are, you can’t believe how fucking turned on you are at the same time. Your cock is still straining in your pants. You watch, intrigued, as I move down your thighs. I undo your tie and pull it out of your collar. I stand above you on the bed. You gaze up and watch in awe as I take my panties off slowly from underneath my dress. You’re glued to the fact that I, now, have no underwear on. Holy fuck, you can see the glistening wetness between my sweet, thickset thighs. You thrust your hips in hunger.

‘Patience boy,’ I mutter as I bend down, holding my panties to my nose. I can smell the sweet musty smell… it even turns me on. I dangle the material above your face and swirl it around. Instantly you can smell my desire. Your body awakes and thrashes with that delicate life force in your veins. ‘Like that smell, boy?’ I taunt as I move back down to my knees just above your chest.

You snarl slightly as you grunt your reply.

‘You want my cunt, boy?’ I whisper close to your ear. You move your face up against mine, trying for a taste of my lips. I sit up once more with an expecting glare. ‘I’m waiting for an answer…’

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ you grumble.

‘Good! But first… I have to hurt you just a little…’ I tell you matter-of-factly as I stuff my panties into your mouth before you have a chance to protest. I hold the material in your mouth and gag you with your own tie, keeping the panties in your mouth. You start now to fight. You weren’t too worried before, but now… what on earth did I mean by that? Hurt you? Holy fuck, what have you gotten yourself into.

With another wink, I reach over to the bedside table. I pick up an object and place it in your left hand. You look up and study the object and realise it’s a clicker. You know, without me having to tell you what it’s for. But I explain anyway. ‘Seeing as I’ve just taken your ability to tell me our safe word… this’ I point to your hand, ‘this will be your new safe word. Understand, boy?’

Grunting underneath the makeshift gag, you nod your understanding.

I jump off the bed quickly; I move hastily to grab the other restraints that were hidden under the bed. I grab your kicking legs and lock them into place. You are thrashing about on my bed. I simply chuckle at you as I rip and tear your clothing off you until you are lying naked on the bed. Remnants of clothing scattered all over the place.

Your cock stood there, throbbing intensely. You’re still so fucking horny, you want me so badly, and didn’t realise the thrill of being scared, of being restrained. You watch as I strip before you to my undergarments. I have a black lacy bra and a black and red garter belt to hold my thigh highs up. I stroll around the room in them. I have moved over to the built-in wardrobe in the room’s corner.

You gasp in horror as I bring out a riding crop, a strap on and other bits and pieces. I have laid them on the bench at the end of the bed. I turn to you with the riding crop, tapping it in my hands. Then with a callous grin, a move to the edge of the bed.

‘hmm… what should I do to you first…’

To be continued…

Note: Always play Safe, Sane and Consensually. The couple in this scene did consent before hand, but the scene was written out to make it seem like it wasn't as part of the fantasy. Always get consent. Always get a verbal or written 'YES'. Never assume what the other is thinking.