Dom/sub

by B. D. Dark

  She wiggled a little this way and that, but there was no give to her bonds. She was held firmly in place. I could tell it excited her by the way her chest rose up and down. Her full breasts were slightly flattened by gravity, but the rosy nipples were perky and upright, begging to be sucked. Kim’s breathing was erratic. Her eyes were huge in the flickering candlelight.

  She struggled against the bonds, arching her hips off up the bed as if offering her pussy for my inspection. “Fuck me.”

  I didn’t oblige her right away. I wanted to work her to the point where she was really begging for it. I removed my clothes and let her get a good look at my body and my hard cock, already dripping and ready to plunge into her. Sitting on the bed beside her, I ran my hands slowly over her body, kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples until she gasped, twisting them hard to the right and the left. When I let go, they stayed upright and pointed.

  I stroked her taut stomach and ran my hands up and down her tightly pulled arms and legs so I could feel the tension in them.

  She quivered at the passing of my hands and arched her chest toward me.

  I bent down to take one of her soft breasts into my mouth. She had really beautiful nipples, the palest pink that only true platinum blondes have. The areoles were generous, covering a wide area of her round breasts, and her nipples, when erect, were almost an inch long. I loved a pointed nipple and couldn’t get enough of the feel of the hard nub in my mouth as I rolled my tongue over it.

  Kim lifted her chest as far as she could, arching her upper back off the bed and moaning softly. “Hurt them a little,” she begged. “I like a little pain.”

  I glanced up at her arms stretched so sexily over her head, pulling against the restraints. I lavished attention on one breast then the other, sucking and nibbling while twisting and pulling with my fingers. Giving in to her sweet begging, I bit and twisted hard enough to leave marks on her pale skin and make her yelp. When I looked up again, tears ran from the corners of her closed eyes, but her mouth was open in an “O” of ecstasy. The fact she enjoyed pain was like a drug to me. I couldn’t resist giving her more of it, biting her other breast and squeezing her tit with my nails digging into the flesh.

  I reached down between Kim’s legs to feel the result of my punishment. She was soaking wet, dripping onto her thighs and the bed. She arched her crotch into my hand, silently beseeching me to touch her clit and give her some relief.

  I only toyed with her pussy, petting her inner thighs and fingering her hole, tickling around her clit then backing off, leaving her yearning and thrusting up against nothing. I continued to play with her until she was writhing, straining against her bonds.

  “Please, for God’s sake, touch it,” she cried.

  Instead I straddled her hips, kneeling over her on the bed. I leaned down, positioning my prick at her entrance. She was soaked and ready for me when I plunged inside. I sheathed my cock to the balls inside her tight channel. Her heat and wetness surrounded me. Groaning with relief, I slowly withdrew the entire length of my cock. Looking down, I watched it emerge, glistening and red, from inside her, then drove in again, hard.

  With Kim’s legs sprawled wide, it was hard to get the deep angle of penetration I craved. On the other hand, just the sight of her tied hand and foot to my bed was almost enough to make me come. I didn’t need to spear her too deeply to get satisfaction.

  Beneath me, Kim writhed and moaned, pulling against her bonds as she arched up to meet my thrusts. “Harder. Make it hurt.”

  She was every fantasy I’d ever had come true. I needed little encouragement to pump into her so hard I pushed her into the mattress with each thrust, stretching the bonds on her ankles to the max.

  She whined and moaned encouragement. “Oh, that feels so good. Keep going. Fuck me!”

  I loved the sound of her murmuring voice, begging and pleading for me to go harder, deeper, to fill her completely. The words were as big a turn on as her bound body. It didn’t take me many more thrusts to come. When I was finished, I collapsed on top of her body, spent and breathing hard.

  After a few minutes, concerned about the strain on her wrists and ankles, I got up to untie her.

  “Leave them a little while,” she said. “I want to be your prisoner. I like being tied up like this.”

  So I sat beside her on the bed and watched her pale beauty in the flickering candlelight, gazed at her sopping wet pussy, a pool of my come dribbling onto the bed.

  Kim hadn’t yet come. She gazed into my eyes, her hips rising and falling slightly, pumping gently against nothing, her pussy reaching for the air. Her hands gripped the silk ties binding her to the bed. She pulled against her ankle restraints as she continued to thrust up then settle back down. Her eyes never left my face.

  I realized that my watching her and the eroticism of the bondage was slowly bringing her to orgasm without a touch. I helped her by trailing my hand up her inner thigh, tickling around the lips of her cunt. I fed her lust with some verbal cues. “You’re mine,” I told her. “My sex slave. You belong to me.”

  “Yes,” she hissed, her pelvis lifting upward. “Tell me more. Say it.”

  “You’re made to please me. Your body, your sex, your whole being are for me.”

  “Mm.” Her eyes closed to mere slits, but she still gazed at me.

  Finally, I gave her what she was reaching for, touching my forefinger to her clit and rubbing so lightly she had to reach for my touch.

  “Your will is mine. You live to serve me. In return I will give you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known.” The words should have sounded ostentatious and over-dramatic, but in the darkened, hushed room, my voice rang with an authority that surprised me.

  Kim responded to my voice and to my circling finger on her clit. She moaned deeply in her throat and rose up and down.

  “You’re mine. All mine,” I kept repeating in a soft murmur. I removed my finger from her clit and let the sound of words alone carry her over the edge.

  Suddenly Kim bucked up hard, rising completely off the bed. She yelled, and her head twisted back and forth on the pillow, her blonde hair a tangled halo. The four bonds tethering her ankles and wrists were the only things holding her down. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

  She fell back to the bed, body quivering.

  “Did you like that?” I whispered, knowing the answer.

  “Yes. God, it was amazing.” Her eyes flickered open and focused on mine. “Just the idea of being restrained added a whole new level. I’ve never come so hard before in my life.” She blew out a long breath and sagged against her bonds.

  This time when I went to untie her, she didn’t stop me. I rubbed the blood flow back into her hands and feet, chafing them briskly.

  Kim sat up on the bed and hugged her knees to her chest. “Really, Steve, that was unbelievable. Exactly what I hoped I’d find.”

  “Me, too. I didn’t think I’d get so lucky on my first foray into the scene, but you’re exactly who I was looking for.”

  “So…Sir, what happens next?”

  I glanced at the clock. It was almost three-thirty in the morning. “Some sleep, I think. But we have all tomorrow to play, if you still want to stay.”

  “I do,” she said, flopping back on the bed and spreading her arms wide. “This is exactly where I want to be, and you’re the man I’ve been waiting for.”

  Chapter Six

  The rest of the weekend was a time of play and discovery. We could have spent the entire time in bed there was so much to try. But I wanted to develop our relationship slowly and evenly, putting emphasis on companionship as well as sexual experiences. I took her out to a couple of my favorite local restaurants, as well as cooking meals at home. We took long walks at a nearby park and went out to a movie the second evening, although we spent most of it making out like teenagers at a drive-in. When our time was over, I drove her home and dropped her off with a promise to meet again the following weekend.

  Over
the next week, my latent Dominant tendencies bloomed. I moved past any unease I might have had about controlling another person and learned to play my role to the fullest.

  Because I grew up in a very liberal family ‑‑ my mother was a solid feminist, marching for the ERA back in the seventies ‑‑ it had taken me some time to accept that wanting power over my partner wasn’t bad or wrong. Kim was a willing participant. When I was with her, it seemed the most natural thing in the world.

  I was never rude or demeaning in my manner when I spoke to her, and more often than not, my commands were loving suggestions with which she was happy to comply. Together we shared the adventure, discovering the limits of what we would and wouldn’t do.

  The long-distance relationship meant we could only see each other on weekends, but during the week, we were on the phone or instant messaging constantly. There was considerable excitement in being connected mentally and emotionally but deferring the physical aspect of the relationship.

  I began to set little tasks for Kim to accomplish at work every day. It was exciting, thinking up unique things for her to do. I started with simple orders like telling her to go to work without underwear and forbidding her to masturbate no matter how turned on her naked bottom rubbing against her chair made her.

  I called her now and then throughout the day, arousing her with erotic suggestions in my deep, phone-sex voice. “Are you at your desk?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is anyone else around?”

  “Brian is in the next cubicle. I can hear him talking on the phone to a customer, but nobody’s in sight. Someone could walk past at any second, though.”

  “All right. What do you have on your desk that’s long and thick like a cock?”

  “Mm. Nothing. Wait. I have a bottle of hand lotion in my drawer that’s ‑‑ yeah, it’ll do.”

  “Good. I want you to put your hand down between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”

  “Very. I’ve been wet all day. I can hardly walk to the copy machine and back because I keep dripping down my leg. My pussy’s swollen and aching, and I can’t stop thinking about you filling it. Your cock, your fingers, your tongue…” She trailed off.

  I was stiff already, and her words set me on fire. “Take the bottle and stick it up inside you.” I waited for her to comply, imagining her doing it as I rubbed my dick underneath my own desk. The idea of her obeying my command was thrilling.

  “Oh…God… It’s wide. Short but wide across.”

  “Can you get it inside?”

  “Y-yes. It’s stretching my pussy lips. It feels great.”

  “I want you to push it as far as you comfortably can, then leave it right there ‑‑ half in and half out of your body.”

  Her breathing was heavy, and she moaned, sending a surge of lust bursting through me. She was doing it. She was actually doing what I told her to. “How does it feel?”

  “Hard. Full. God, I’m so wet I’m gushing around it. My chair’s getting damp.”

  “Don’t come. You’re to hold off until this weekend when I can see you again. I want you vibrating like a wire all week until you’re so ready you burst the moment I touch you.”

  “I’m already there.” Her voice was tight. “It’s only Wednesday, and all I can do is think about Friday night. I’ve been dreaming every night, these long erotic dreams, and I wake up so hot my sheets are damp.”

  My hand moved on my cock, rubbing it through my pants. Although my office was private, and I could easily whack off if I wanted to, I’d decided to impose the same celibacy on myself. I would work myself up to the edge, but I wouldn’t give into temptation.

  “How long do you want me to leave this in here?” She breathed out and the soft exhalation of air was a moan.

  “Your skirt’s pulled down, right? If someone came into your office, they wouldn’t see a thing.”

  “No.”

  “Then leave it in your pussy until the next person to drop by your office leaves again.”

  “What if they want something and I have to stand up while they’re here?”

  “Find an excuse not to. Tell them you have to finish something first. Use your imagination.”

  “You’re going to get me fired, you know.” She didn’t sound upset at the prospect. “God, I wish!”

  Someone knocked on my office door. “I’ve got to go now. Call me back later and let me know how it goes.”

  I dealt with an issue concerning a blueprint that wasn’t up to spec, then took a phone call from a client. About twenty minutes later in the middle of the call, Kim called back. I put the client on hold. “So, what happened?”

  “Hot! Can I tell you how hot it was? I sat there dripping all over myself, my lips trembling around the bottle, just pulsing! I could hardly concentrate, but I tried to get some work done for about fifteen minutes before Sheryl stopped by my office. She wanted me to go on break with her. I told her I’d catch up and she should go ahead. So I can’t talk long, but I wanted to call you. It was amazing! I felt so stretched and full with that thing in me, and when I took it out of my pussy, the lips were so sensitive I thought I’d come.”

  “Wonderful. Look, I’m on a call so I can’t talk either, but I just want you to think of that throughout the day. Keep remembering what it felt like to have your pussy stretched and to obey my order.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She giggled before she hung up.

  I sat back in my chair, eyes closed, and swiveled back and forth for a moment, enjoying the sense of sexual power, my cock throbbing with it. Then I resumed the phone call with my client, putting my needs on the back burner where they simmered like a stew pot.

  After that, I sent Kim to work without underwear almost every day. I also helped her choose what clothes to wear. It was exciting to picture her walking around her office, cool air tickling her pussy underneath a short skirt. Sometimes I chose a skirt or slacks made of wool so the material would scratch her sensitive, newly waxed genitals as she sat at her desk.

  When Kim drove up to see me at the end of the week, she stumbled through the door, fell to her knees, and theatrically begged for an orgasm. “Please, Sir, I’ve been a good girl all week, an obedient slave. I’ve done exactly what you asked me to every time. Please let me come before I explode! I can’t wait for you any longer.”

  I laughed and pulled her to her feet. We kissed frantically, our mouths fused together and hands stripping each other of clothes. When we were both naked, I laid Kim on my living room rug and licked her soaking pussy until she writhed. It didn’t take much to bring her off. As I’d intended, she was on edge just waiting for the brush of a feather to push her over.

  When she’d finished twitching her way through the aftershocks of her orgasm, I moved in between her legs. The long week of self-enforced celibacy had been hard for me, too. I plunged into her heat with an audible sigh of relief. As I fucked her, I thought of all the scenarios we’d played out over the week apart, my phoned-in orders that she’d followed to the letter. Thinking about her compliance enhanced my pleasure enormously. In a very short time, the tension that had been building in me all week came to a head. I thrust deeply then froze as my orgasm exploded through me and poured into her willing body.

  Afterward, I held Kim close. We cuddled and talked, still lounging on my living room floor. “How was your week?” I asked.

  “Different.” She grinned. “It sure made work a lot more interesting having extra-curricular things to do there. I can’t get enough of your ‘orders.’ Every day is exciting as I wonder what you’ll tell me to do next.”

  “It made my week a lot more exciting, too. Although we’ve got to back off because I’m falling behind on my workload.” I smiled thinking this relationship was worth it. “What do you want to do this weekend?”

  “I don’t know. What have you got planned?”

  My smile widened as I considered the possibilities.

  That first night we ended up staying in. Kim let me practice my knot-tying skills on
her. I was prepared with a coil of white cotton rope to use. I’d also practiced cinching knots as assiduously as a Boy Scout earning a badge. If I was a little too zealous, cinching too tight or wrenching her limbs into unnatural positions, I knew she wouldn’t complain.

  “Tie me up.” Kim was sprawled naked on my bed once more, gazing hungrily at me from half-lidded eyes. “Make it tight.”

  With the length of rope I was able to get a bit more creative than I had with the scarves. I had her lie on her stomach and tied her hands at the small of her back. Then I asked her to draw her knees up under her, still facing down, and bound her ankles to her wrists. I pulled the rope tight, enjoying her huddled form on the bed and the way the rope looked against her skin. I couldn’t wait to see the red marks it would leave on her flesh when I finally loosened it.

  I ran a length of rope over her shoulder and beneath her breasts, which lifted them up, then returned the rope over her other shoulder, knotting it at her wrists again. She could no longer rest her forehead on the bed. The rope pulled her torso and shoulders up awkwardly, making her appear vulnerable and extremely hot.

  I maneuvered Kim’s body to very edge of the bed and spread her knees apart. Her wrists tied to her ankles kept them from separating very far. The sight of her ass thrust up into the air and her hands bound to her feet, leaving her completely helpless, sent a lick of fire through me. I traced my finger down her ass crack, tickling her anus then moving lower to plunge it into her cunt.

  Kim pushed back against me. The strain on her back must have been terrible, but she didn’t whimper…at least not in complaint. The soft sound she made in her throat was more a sound of satisfaction and begging for more.

  I pulled her even closer to the edge of the bed so her feet hung over the edge and separated her ass cheeks, bending my knees slightly so my dick was positioned at the entrance of her sex. I pushed inside.