She sat on her black satin sheets, waiting for them to bring the bottom into the room. The door opened and the guards shoved him in. He stumbled, almost falling, but caught his balance quickly. He was dressed in a silver leather thong, his only other adornments his waist-length auburn hair and the silver chains trailing like long bracelets from his wrists.
He glanced at her and quickly averted his eyes like a good bottom. After gazing at him a moment, she stood and walked slowly toward him, stalking like a giant cat, shoulders straight. She ran a hand over his muscular chest, down to his side and over his ass. The only reaction he gave her was to tremble, a quick shudder of his skin like an animal in a trap. She pressed against him from behind, hands sliding down the front of his body to caress his groin. He stiffened, gasping, head going back against her. Smiling, she circled to his front again and took the chains in her hand, pulling gently. He followed her as she led him to the hook hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room, raising his wrists as she threaded the chains through the hook. She secured the chains, then faced him, smiling again. “Why are you here?” she asked, teasing, already knowing the answer.
“For your pleasure, Mistress,” His voice was soft and low, cultured. How did these people get involved with this scene? she wondered. The ones that were so rich they could anything they wanted, and they chose to do this. Well, it was her job to give them what they wanted…and she loved her job. She reached around to the clasp at the back of his thong and undid it, sliding the underwear down his legs very slowly. When she was finished, she was kneeling at his feet, gazing up the line of his body to his face. His head was tilted down, eyes watching her every move as if he were a faithful dog. His cock was half-erect, eyes full of that dark heat men’s eyes get when they’re aroused, and she smiled, sliding her hands slowly up his thighs to rest them on either side of his groin. She caressed his thighs slowly, licking the inner sides of them, teasing him gently. He moaned softly, cock rising, so hard now that it throbbed. After a moment, she stood, leaning in to kiss him. His hips thrust into hers, cock grinding on her leather pants, and she laughed cruelly, pushing him away. She backed two feet from him and slapped his cock twice, prompting another gasp of pleasure/pain from him. Slapping it again, she walked behind him, picking up a miniature cat’o’nine tails. Rubbing it over his body, feeling his trembling, she knew he had felt it before…and now she teased his cock with it, caressing him. She wrapped two of the tails around his cock, pulling harder and harder until he closed his eyes and screamed in pain, still gasping with pleasure from the caresses. She stepped back abruptly, unfastening her pants and pushing them down in one smooth motion. She stripped off her shirt, laying her body bare to his hungry gaze. Walking close to him, she whispered “You are mine for tonight. You know what that means, right? I can do whatever I want to you and there is NOTHING you can do about it.”
“Please…” he whispered back. His eyes begged her to take his ability to think, to decide, to make him, for this one night, her perfect slave. She moved closer, putting her hands on his hips and grinding against him as he moaned again, head falling back so the long line of his throat was exposed. She ws just enough taller than him that his cock rubbed her outer lips, sliding in the wetness on them. She spread her legs slowly, moving her hips down so that the tip of his cock penetrated her, revelling in his helplessness and her arousal. His hips thrust against her as she moved, the only part of his body that had the freedom to respond to her. The chains chimed musically as they fucked, taking more and more of his weight as he came closer to orgasm. “God, please…” He begged now, wanting nothing more than to cum until he passed out. She smiled again and pulled away so he slid out of her, leaving him throbbing with a need so great it hurt. “Not until I say so.” Her voice was firm and amused, eyes sparkling with the pleasure of denying him release. His head dropped forward, hips still twitching. She grabbed his cock and he convulsed, hips bucking against her hand. Slapping his cock so that it pulsed, she laughed, enjoying the complete power she had over this man, at this moment. She chose whether or not he came, she was in complete control. She reached up and undid the chains, letting them fall to his sides, then walked over to the bed and crawled onto it, sitting in the center. “Come here.” she beckoned and he walked over unsteadily. “Lie down.” she chained his wrists to the bedposts and straddled his body, slipping the head of his cock in and out of her slowly enough that he couldn’t cum. Finally she had enough of teasing and thrust her hips against his so that he entered her completely, squeezing his cock with the muscles around her vagina. He screamed in pleasure, hips bucking wildly as she moved over him, biting and clawing as she came closer to orgasm. They came together, both letting out screams as the sexual tension was released in one great rush, finally collapsing together…for this moment, not Mistress and slave, but man and woman.