Taking control of my lover
I watched her through the open bathroom door as she stood in front of the vanity and buckled the collar around her neck. She picked up the small padlock and, a little hesitantly locked the collar in place. She adjusted the collar, ensuring the D ring was to the front.
When she finished brushing her hair I stepped into the room and stood behind her. She is tall, nearly 6ft to my 6'1", very slim, some would say skinny, but I like that, the way her clothes hang, the way she moves, like a deer. I know she is naked under the loose fitting, calf length, thin cotton dress. I know because she knows what I want, like she knew to wear her collar.
She is standing there, hands on the counter top, hips pushed against the edge, watching me in the mirror as I caress her shoulders, dig my thumbs into her neck and shoulders, forcing the tension from her, feeling her relax. I take a cheap pair of handcuffs from my pocket and fasten them, her wrists trapped in front. I choose the cheap cuffs because they are harsh and I don't need to fasten them tightly to capture her, she knows they dig in and are uncomfortable if she struggles. From my other pocket I take a leash that I clip to the short chain between the cuffs bracelets, I wrap it twice around the mixer tap, pulling her hands forward to rest on the back of the bowl, I then feed the end of the leash through the D ring of the collar, bending my lover forward, and securing her with a couple of knots.
Helpless.
I lift the dress up, over her head, down her arms to drop round her wrists and sit in the bowl.
Helpless and vulnerable.
I leave her there to return with small vibrator, she call it the 'Red Devil'; a 10 strand leather flogger and a particularly viscous whip. It is an equestrian training whip handle about 3 feet long, thin, flexible with the cord removed, more a cane than a whip. I use the whip to gently tap her ankles to make her spread her legs, I move the whip up between her thighs and tap a little harder, she spreads her legs wide, very wide, she does not want to feel the sting of the whip. I drag the tip down her back, over her cheeks, round her side and up to her breasts. I tease her nipples, move it like a violin bow, flick it up and down. She starts to moan and thrust her hips backwards, offering herself. I reach between her legs. Wet as expected; she has long pussy lips, no today they are long cunt lips because she is for fucking, a ready cunt to be used by a hard and demanding cock.
I change the whip for the flogger. I would like to use it on her breasts but she is in the wrong position. I consider turning her around but that would break the mood, I will save her breasts for later. Instead I strike, not hard, between her shoulder blades and let the strands run down her back. With an up stroke I flog her cunt. A down stroke and an up stroke, twenty pairs, each a little harder, she moans and groans, the volume increasing, but not crying out. Her back shows only a little colour, I am no sadist. Her cunt? Oh her cunt is a sight to behold. Swollen lips hanging down and parted, Dripping, juice spread around, clit protruding, she is ready. I apply the vibrator at full strength directly to her clit, her head shakes side to side, her shoulders heave, she cries out lost in her release, a screaming orgasm.
"Please fuck me"
I do, I have to push hard against her spasming cunt, fight my way in. I manage to slide all the way to her depths, hang on to her hips and ride her, buried deep I fuck with short hard strokes as she whimpers, another orgasm or one long release, I have no idea and I don't care as I reach my own climax, that delicious pulsing release. We look at each other in the mirror, grinning, sweaty, satisfied; for the moment.
I free the leash from the collar and tap and lead my lover, cunt dripping, to the bedroom.
