After having to deal with the frustration of seeing her ex she could feel a bit of frustration welling up inside. It wasn't an overly contentious or otherwise unpleasant meeting, it was just the typical frustration of seeing him and watching him, as he typically does, make everything about everything about him. It's not that he does it because he's narcissistic or anything just that he's incapable of understanding other people exist in the world too. After years of dealing with it one might think she had grown accustomed to it, but to the contrary it always caused her a bit of inner-turmoil to realize how she wasted years hoping it might change only to realize that some things never do, and sadly this was one of those things.
She hated the frustration and feelings of disdain she always felt after even the shortest of time spent with him these days. She realized what she needed was a good outlet for them. One where she could exert the control and power he had slowly, almost imperceptibly sucked from her over those many years. Conveniently for her she had just that type of diversion available, and was looking forward to taking advantage of it.
She smiled an almost wicked, evil grin as the thought of getting home and unleashing some of these frustrations crossed her mind. The thoughts of what she would do to her willing victim this evening helped to erase those negative emotions of having to see and talk to the ex. Now to be fair she knew she would never unload sufficiently on her submissive to completely erase the past 16 years of always being secondary to everything else but she did know he would, if only for a brief moment, provide her an interlude and allow her to realize she now had become the primary in every aspect of her life. She held the prominence she had unconsciously relinquished all those years, and when that realization hit her from time to time it made her feel powerful and absolute.
But still, the question remained as to what she would do to him. He, who so willingly gave himself over to her for her use and pleasure. Sure it sounds like a dream come true but with that dream comes a responsibility she holds very seriously. While she knew full well she could do anything she desired from focusing on her physical pleasure, to causing him pain, or even If she desired to completely pampering him and making his pleasure the priority, she knew that she had to temper it with care and compassion. This was a responsibility she accepted in earnest. But still she needed an outlet for those feelings of frustration and irritation and tonight she would have it.
Ah but what to do. She knew full well an entire evening of "play" could not pass without the physical pleasure for both of them. As much as she wanted to deny him that from time to time she could never bring herself to. Probably because she derived too much pleasure and satisfaction from knowing that it was only she who could take him to such heights. And according to his moans and movements, she was quite adept at doing so, and this always gave her great pride and pleasure herself. But tonight, she was sure his pleasure would have to wait until she had the opportunity to rid herself of the frustration and thus could focus on going to even higher peaks.
So there was the question she pondered. How to rid herself of those feelings so she could completely enjoy the pleasure unfettered. Her thoughts immediately turned to her bag of toys. What was in there that could be used to accomplish her much needed goal?
Immediately her mind turned to the standard tools of her trade. Clearly tonight would involve at a minimum her most handy tools your basic clothes pins, a flogger, and just for kicks, her violet wand. Oh how she loved to see him squirm and jump from the tiny bites that gave him, and the more she thought about it the more she needed to see him squirm and move in pain prior to their shared pleasure. Yes, tonight she would "abuse" her sub. Not to the point of breaking him of course, but definitely to the point of letting him know who was calling the shots. He was a lucky guy given she had never really gotten into causing real pain, sadism wasn't her thing but oh how she loved the sound of a flogger falling on his bare ass, or the zap as the wand bit into his skin. Yes tonight she would have to indulge those small pleasures in life. She could almost see it now, he lying on his stomach prone and awaiting her desire. Surely he'd have his head buried in a pillow, the one "escape" from his situation she allowed him. But his body would be lying there, prone, naked, and available for her use.
Perhaps she would start with some slow, tender, and directed caressing. A nice backrub and some strategic touching to make him believe he was in for a night of exquisite pleasure. Oh the poor fool had no idea how quickly that would change. After "loosening" him up, maybe it would please her to slide a nice size plug in to his ever waiting ass. Yes, his ass should be filled for what was to come next. Slowly she teased his hole with her finger. She even decided to slide down and use her tongue to loosen him up a bit. After she had her fill of his ass, she reached for her favorite lube and began to tease his hole once again with her finger. Sliding in only a little of it to let him know it was in fact hers to fill as she saw fit. One of these days she thought to herself it will be a rock hard cock filling his ass while she either watches it slowly take him or waits at home to hear all the sordid details. But alas, tonight was not that night she realized.
Since there was no real cock around she figured she'd go for the next best thing a decent sized plug. She slowly, methodically inserted the plug into his ass using to it fuck him for a few minutes until it was all the way in. Once fully inserted she stepped back to admire the site of her property lying there filled with a plug and imagining it to be a nice hard cock. She could feel those irritations start to melt away.
Time to shake them all together she thought. She reached over to her bag and pulled out her favorite flogger. Surely turning his nice white skin to a more appealing pink color would make her feel better, or at the very least will compliment the purple shaded plug filling his ass. She lightly caressed his skin from head to toe with the falls of her flogger. Knowing that she had to work up slowly to increase the impact, she allowed the first few landings to be ever so light. Enough to let him know she was there but not so much that it hurt by any means, that would come later she thought to herself. She took her time spending the next several minutes changing his skin from a nearly blinding white tone to a much more aesthetically pleasing pink color. Once she had achieved the color she desired she stepped back to admire her work, and to realize that he lay there accepting her blows willingly. This gave her both great pride and humility. The idea that his well-being and entire person was hers to control and do with as she saw fit was both empowering and a tad overwhelming at the same time. She felt both great power and a bit of weakness in knowing that it was she who held all the control and decisions about where things would go from here. How best to satisfy her desires and both of their needs she wondered. Ah to hell with it she thought right now my desires are really all that matter and we both know that.