I slipped into the thin veil of a short dress. White with eyelets throughout, it had pleased my beloved before. It gave me some semblance of covering while easily revealing my dark pubic area and nipples. I'd neither time nor dollar to buy myself real lingerie before he arrived and fancy lace with glittering trim clashed with my simplistic nature. A nature, I was about to clash with in a different kind of battle.
While I would never consider myself a true submissive, soft bondage has its allure. Certainly, having my body treated and touched with the gentlest of caresses while I am able to do nothing but squirm and moan... Okay, so for a little while, I enjoy having my body ruled completely.
Turn the tables though, and I was at a loss. How could I return such a wonderful experience, if it meant taking control away from the one I loved? But, receive and take was the way of our relationship, so I took on the task.
My palms were sweating and my flesh felt like it was on fire, though my dress provided little protection from the crisp bedroom air.
'You're in control,' I reminded myself, drawing on my one summer at drama camp where I played the bully's side-kick. 'Total control. More like the bully himself.' A role I had turned down.
Nervous butterflies still fluttered in my stomach as I unlocked my "toy" chest. The mixed scents of massage oils filled the room immediately. I took various items out and lay them on the bedside stand.
'Mistress Rose. In control.' My new mantra.
My bed squeaked as I crawled to the woven iron headboard. The thin metal rods interlocked in several places, providing many ideal options for binding. I tied the loose ends of nylon cuffs near each other at the center. Keeping them close would provide my prisoner with the ability to rollover as I desired, while the tough Velcro wrist bands would prevent him from touching himself or urging me to rush his climax.
'That is the most erotic part of being bound,' I thought. 'Trusting, not only that you will not be harmed beyond your fortitude, but that you will be pleasured beyond your control. That is what you said you had wanted, my love.'
All set up, I gave a quick glance to the clock. My beloved was later than he'd said. Not unusual, but it fed my growing fear. Fear of control. I almost laughed. Instead, with a deep centering breath, I reclined against the many pillows on my bed and waited.
"Mistress Rose," I finally whispered aloud.
(I feel like I am forgetting something. Like when I left the coffee pot on. Or the oven.)
It was mid-afternoon when he finally arrived. His vehicle had a rather distinct sound, leaving me no need to look out the window to see who had arrived. I'd left directions with other members of the household to tell him where I was and that I was waiting.
The minutes he took refreshing himself seemed like hours. I was turning into a trembling girl, not a firm dominatrix. I stood, tossed my long braid back over my shoulders and, placing my hands on my hips, tried to look disappointed at his untimely arrival.
When he entered the room, I almost swooned. Both my heart and cunt began to melt. I wanted him filling me, not submitting to me. His tongue pressed deep into my mouth as I darted my tongue around, not letting him snare it. My hands running down his shoulders, his back, that tight ass. Pressed so tight against each other we'd be forced to breathe in time with each other.
Yet, as much as longed for him to wrap his arms around me in their tightest embrace, I knew there would be no way to recover my dominant facade. My voice caught in my throat and I found myself pointing to the bed in silence.
'Yeah Rose, you're in control.'
He seemed reluctant to skip the hugs and kisses that we usually greeted each other with. He moved to the bed willingly, pausing only for the shortest of moments, when I let out an audible sigh of relief.
"Strip first," I said, surprised to hear my own voice firm with authority. "And no talking."
I think the look of surprise on my face matched the one on his. Without a word he began to undress. Nothing fancy. No drawn out striptease. Just stripped and I had ordered. He didn't even settle himself into the bed. I briefly wondered if it would be easier for him to tie himself up, or even, call the whole thing off.
'Now or never Rose.'
I grasped his shoulders firmly and aimed him down toward the bed. Leaning across his chest I pushed him into a horizontal position. He struggled with less than half an effort as I fit the Velcro cuffs snug around first one wrist, and then the other. The blindfold I clumsily struggled with before getting it secured in its proper place. He was being rather cooperative, but wasn't helping in the slightest.
"Roll over, onto your stomach." I was more exasperated than into my role, but he moaned as he obeyed. I held back a laugh, glad one of us could get into their role effortlessly.
I swatted his white ass to hurry him up. I wasn't going to be shown up when it came to the arts. Even if it was my least developed one, acting. "Now."
Once he was in the assumed position, I straddled his lower back and ass, keeping the weight as much on my knees as I could. I wondered if the upper curves of his bare rear end could feel the moisture I was oozing. I was so wet, I was the one being tormented.
Taking a bottle of oil, sandalwood, from my bed-side table, I poured it directly on to his back. His flesh had been far hotter than the homemade brew and his skin rippled at its touch. I choked down a giggle as he squirmed beneath my thighs. That brief flutter of flesh against my outer lips was almost unbearable.
Running my hands through the oil, I started a deep massage. Worked his neck and shoulders in slow round circles with the balls of my hands. Then, followed his spine down with the lighter touch of my fingernails.
