Reaching into her bag she pulled out the apron that she’d bought for him and tossed it onto the tiles. “Put that on then crawl on your hands and knees to the kitchen.”
Once again he did immediately as he’d been told, quickly slipping the apron over his head and tying the waist strings. It was a tiny frilly thing designed for women and she had intended it to humiliate him. In fact he looked pretty good in it. The thin feminine straps around his neck only served to accentuate the size and definition of his musculature and his cock was making the dainty skirt stand up like a tent under a tall tent-pole.
He moved along the long monochrome hallway on his hands and knees and she followed. When he passed her she noticed a tattoo of a black panther on the top of his back. It was big bold design that showed the wild cat leaping onto his right shoulder and it looked incredibly sexy with his muscles rippling underneath.
Still moving like an animal he led her along the corridor and through a doorway into an enormous open-plan living space. There was a kitchen at one end of the long room with an island counter separating it from a lounge area.
He crawled right up to the cooker then stopped with his head bowed. She went and stood behind him, walking as slowly and sexily as she could whilst making sure that her heels were producing a clear clicking sound. It was a tip that she’d read on a female domination website and she was determined to play her role as erotically as she could. When she got close to him she nudged his buttocks with the tip of her shoe. “So what are you going to cook for me?”
“A spicy prawn stir-fry madam,” he replied in a humble voice.
“Good.” she made her voice as commanding as she could. “Get on with it with your head bowed and your mouth shut. When it’s ready bring mine to the table and put yours in a bowl on the floor near my feet. I am going to inspect the house and when I come back you’ll get your next command.” He nodded and mumbled an agreement and she turned on her heels and walked away as slowly and seductively as she could.
As soon as she was back out in the hallway she let out a sigh of relief and smiled. What an amazing situation to be in. She could now snoop around the house on her own while her very own naked slave prepared dinner.
The ground floor had several more treats and surprises in store for her. The next living space she came to was a formal drawing room that looked out onto a stretch of lawn at the rear. The doors along the left of the corridor opened into a study, a downstairs bathroom and then a library and music room. There was also a small cloakroom and utility space and an entrance under the stairs that looked like it led to a basement. She left that and moved up to start snooping around on the first floor.
She got lost. It was an entire level of sumptuous bedrooms and bathrooms and they were all so beautifully neat and well-kept that she felt like she was exploring a museum or a hotel. The stairs continued up to another floor and after a quick peak that confirmed that there were even more bedrooms up there she decided to return to the kitchen. Even her brief inspection of the house had probably taken the best part of ten minutes and she could already smell delicious aromas floating up from the kitchen.
She timed it well and could see that her gorgeous naked slave was spooning the meal onto a plate when she arrived. He’d laid the table while she’d been gone and there was an elegant row of candles and a place setting with a glass of chilled white wine waiting for her.
She sat and took sips while he served her meal then knelt beside her with his bowl in front of him. She was hungry and, reminding herself that she needed to be as dominant as possible, decided to start eating and ignore him. As she devoured the delicious meal she kept glancing sideways to check that the front of his little apron was still held like a tent. It was, and she was pleased that just being naked around her was keeping him so excited.
He waited obediently with his food going cold in front of him and she was able to relate to his position very closely. She’d found it very arousing and wondered what the experience was like for him. As he’d never expressed any interest in being submissive she decided to give them a little extra stimulation. When she’d finished her own meal she sat back with a glass of wine and ordered him to pass up his food. With the bowl between her legs she wriggled herself back in the chair then hitched up her dress. She commanded him to eat then added that he should raise his eyes.
He took a large mouthful of food and she sat back and sipped her wine while he sucked and hooked the rice into his mouth. She could see that his eyes were not fixed inside the bowl; he was staring straight at the tiny pair of sheer black panties that she was wearing above her stockings. She felt like she had a kind of muscular man-beast grunting obediently between her legs and the primal animalistic nature of the experience made it a total turn on. Best of all occasionally he would breathe so deeply that a faint warm draft of air would caress the inside of her upper thighs and bring a distant heat to her pussy.
Glancing down she could see that he was now so hard that his erection had completely broken free of the apron and was twitching and throbbing in the open air. The end of his impressive cock was moist with his own excitement and her tummy began to flutter with the anticipation of soon being able to play with him.
The idea presented something of a dilemma though. Traditionally in dominant relationships the submissive is denied orgasms for as long as possible and she knew that to control him properly she needed to make sure that he didn’t cum. The problem was that she very much wanted to make him cum and was longing to feel him inside her. There was no simple solution to the paradox so she decided to go with the flow and see what would happen when things got a little steamier.
When he’d finished eating she told him to clear the table then watched his firm round buttocks swivel as he walked away from her in the tiny apron. While he worked in the kitchen she sipped at her wine and tried to plan the next scene. It was much harder being dominant then she thought. The submissive might be doing the physical labour but the person giving the commands needed to keep thinking things through. It was very important that the orders were clear and didn’t involve any contradictions.
He had just finished putting the last of the cutlery in the dishwasher when she pulled together the fragments of her plan. She needed to look relaxed and in control and with this in mind the second he’d finished she ordered him to fetch her some rope. She had a few small coils in her bag as back up but was fairly certain that he’d have a supply of the good hemp stuff somewhere in the house.
He did and just a few minutes later he returned and laid out several braids on the kitchen table. Putting down her glass she stood and started to tie him. Working as quickly as she could she looped his wrists together behind his back then put several wraps across the top of his arms and under his impressive pecs. He was now fairly helpless but she was determined to make him even more of a slave.
After turning him she sat down and tucked the skirt of the apron into the belt. She was almost face-to-face with his solid and wonderfully impressive cock. A big part of her wanted to squeeze it then slip her mouth round the moist purple glans but she resisted. She could always do that later, for now the scene was about bondage and control. Taking hold of another length of cord she lifted his balls and tied the rope tightly around the base of his cock. She worked as steadily as she could but her hands were shaking with excitement and anticipation. He moaned and shivered at her touch and she was thrilled at the level of control she had. Taking the other end like a lead she gave him a gentle tug and commanded him to give her a tour of the house.
Moving together as sexy dominatrix and naked slave they worked their way slowly through the vast mansion. He gave brief and polite explanations at each stage and she soon had a complete map of his place in her mind. In addition to her earlier findings she discovered that there were three large bedrooms and a photographer’s studio on the top floor and a small gym and home cinema in the basement. When they’d finished the exploration she collected her bag of newly-purchased fetish gear and ordered him
to take her back to his own bedroom. It was so immaculately neat and well-kept that she’d only been able to identify it as his when he’d named it during the tour.
When they returned she noticed that it had more furniture than the other bedrooms and a few more small items such as phone chargers and bathrobes. Most obvious of all was that after taking a few deep breathes she could smell him. There were traces of deodorant and the faint aroma of an after shave he occasionally wore.
Moving around the house with his naked body so close to hers had only served to turn her on even more. She needed to start touching him and to do that she put one of her pre-planned fantasy scenes into action.
She made him kneel then tied off the lead from his crotch to the leg of his bed. Delving into her bag of tricks she pulled out a leather belt and another coil of rope. She attached the strap around his neck to make a collar then pulled him low to the ground and tied it off on the bed frame. He was left bent double on his knees with his forehead almost touching the carpet. His arms were still stuck behind his back and he was quite helpless. There was no way he could straighten up and if he wriggled backwards he would pull on the rope around his cock and balls. He was utterly at her mercy and she pulled up a chair and sat back to enjoy studying his powerlessness.
When she’d taken several deep breaths and drunk in the site of her handsome captive she slipped off the chair and knelt beside him. Reaching out she stroked the curve of his back then purposefully and deliberately squeezed his bare buttocks. He shivered at her touch and she smiled. She could completely relate to what he was going through. She knew exactly how it felt to be bound tight and helpless and to have one’s taught skin gently stroked.
Next she decided to hunt for an implement to beat him with. She’d bought a little whip from the Ann Summers shop but it felt too light and flimsy. She thought it might be crueller to use something of his own against him and after rooting in his chest of drawers she found a thick leather belt and moved back to slide it tauntingly across his cheeks. This was a dominant’s warning. She was telling him that she had a powerful implement and that she was about to use it.
Her heart was beating fast in her chest and she had to stop herself from rushing ahead with her plan. She knew that timing was everything. Fetish scenes were like anything of quality, the longer they were allowed to mature and develop, the more they could be savoured.
When she thought she’d waited long enough she lifted her arm and brought the strap down hard on his bare ass. There was a satisfying slap and he flinched and let out a tiny hiss of air. She carried on; bringing down another five blows in rapid succession then stopping to run a fingernail along the welts that were rising on his tender skin.
He had taken the pain well but from what she knew of his youth he was pretty tough and no stranger to physical discomfort. She knew she had to give him another round of lashings but decided to torment him a little first. Shuffling a little closer she reached under his stomach then slid her hand down onto his cock. He was rock hard. She squeezed and heard him moan. The skin on his shaft was incredibly soft and hot from the blood pumping inside him and in a deliberately provocative motion she moved her clenched fist up and down and enjoyed the feeling as he tried to thrust forward.
That was enough. It was time for his second dose of pain. Without any warning she brought the belt down another six times in quick succession. She heard the hiss of air escaping his clenched teeth and knew that the strap was bringing a real hot stinging. There were stripes crossing stripes on his tender flesh and she decided that he’d had enough. She should probably have tortured him a little more but the memory of his rock hard prick seemed to be fixed to the skin of her palms and she just had to touch him again.
Working quickly she untied the ropes that held him to the bed then pulled him up and instructed him to kneel on the end of the mattress. She used one of his ties to blindfold him then left him kneeling in darkness. As quick as she could she slipped out of her shoes, dress and underwear and stood looking at him in nothing but her stockings. There was something very liberating about being able to undress and move around without being seen, but at the same time she missed catching the lust in a man’s eyes when they saw her naked body.
She was moving quicker and quicker all the time, vaguely aware that she was acting out of pure raw desire. She’d done at least a couple of hours of good quality dominating and was determined to give herself a reward.
After climbing onto the bed she positioned herself on all fours and backed towards him until she could grab hold of the rope around his balls. She pulled and he shuffled forward on his knees. She knew that he’d be able to tell that she was but not what position she was in. She wanted him to know that her hot eager slit was just inches away and kept a gentle pressure on the rope until the tip of his twitching cock nudged her bum cheeks. With a smile on her face she looked back and wriggled her arse provocatively. He thrust himself forward and his cock traced a path between her cheeks and for a moment brushed the tender bud of her bum. It was delicious. She wanted to take him right there and then but forced herself to slow down.
After teasing him with her bum for several minutes she turned round and took him fully in her hands. He let out a long slow exhalation that was pure music to her ears. She stroked him for a while with the lightest of touches and watched his excitement leaking in glistening liquid from the tip of his prick. She was unable to resist first breathing on him then gently licking him with tiny delicate tongue strokes. His moaning and thrusting got louder and more desperate and in the end she completely abandoned her attempts to dominate and tease. The fire that was burning between her legs insisted that she feel him inside her as soon as possible and she had to act.
Slipping off the bed and delving into her bag she grabbed a condom and ripped open the packet. Once she’d rolled the thin sheath down his cock she turned round and backed herself towards him once again. He missed and she had no patience for teasing. Reaching back she grabbed him and guided him inside her. What bliss! It was so gorgeously and deeply satisfying that once she’d taken the full length of him she stayed as still as she could. His own movement was limited. With his arms still severely bound he was balancing on his knees and had to concentrate on staying upright. She used this to her advantage, slowly pulling away and forcing him to shuffle forward and thrust with his hips to ram himself inside her again. It was absolutely divine but she wanted even more control and quickly changed their position.
Turning she grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto his back. Now she could really go to work and quickly straddled him and slipped his solid wet length back inside her. She bucked and jerked like a rodeo rider while he moaned and gasped beneath her. Some tiny part of her knew that she should torture and tease him some more but the rest of her refused. She wanted to cum and she wanted to feel him cumming inside her.
Now totally unrestrained she reached down and started to rub her clit as she slid up and down. It was truly ecstasy. She heard her own pants and cries in her ears then felt her muscles beginning to tighten towards an orgasm. He sensed it too because as she spasmed with pleasure he let out a loud groan and jerked to a climax. With waves of love and joy rising through her she collapsed on top of him and lay panting on his hot broad chest.
Knowing that he would soon be getting sore and keen to feel him close to her she started to work at the knots that held his ropes. She quickly untied his lead then slid off and rolled him onto his side to release his wrists. As soon as he was free he put a huge muscular arm round her and pulled her close. His other arm found the edge of the duvet and he swung it over them and they lay back pressed tight to each other in the warmth of his huge bed. He still had his blindfold on but they left it. Sight was, for the moment, unnecessary. They were one happy glowing entity in the domain of sweat, heat and flesh. They’d done it. They’d fucked and it had been more intense and exciting than she could ever have imagined.
The weekend continued in the same vein. She asked him if he
thought she’d done enough domination and he said that the choice was entirely up to her. She opted to gracefully retire and this meant that they were able to spend the next few days chatting and making love quite normally. She was glad that they could speak feely because she couldn’t resist quizzing him about the enormous mansion and was thankful that he recognised that he was more than a tiny bit lucky to be living in such an amazing place.
It turned out that the house was only half his. He’d bought it with his sister with the inheritance they’d received when their parents died and the money from selling their own flats. James was going to live there with Charlie and possibly a few friends when she’d fallen in love and been whisked away to Australia. Charlie it turned out was a lesbian and was now living extremely happily in Sydney with an older woman called Emma. This had left James all alone in the huge mansion but he said he absolutely loved its scale and grandeur and he always kept it immaculately clean and tidy because that seemed to help him feel calm and kept him away from the temptations of his previous rock and roll lifestyle.
On the Saturday he took her for another tour. This time they were both fully dressed and he took the time to explain the design features on each floor and explain where he’d made changes or sourced any particularly impressive pieces of furniture. After a very late breakfast they went out for a walk and he showed her the local area. There was no denying it was much more pleasant and hospitable than either Camden or Queen’s Park. The majority of the cheaper parts of London were made up of seemingly endless rows of tatty newsagents, minicab offices and grotty launderettes but here things were different. The café over the wall from his house was in a charming beautiful setting with polished wooden floors, mahogany counters and original artwork on the walls. The same row also boasted a classy-looking antique dealers and a hairdressers. On the other side of the road there was an broad green space where children were rolling up and down on scooters and teams of athletic young men were playing cricket and touch rugby.
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