It’s been a week since I got Aaron’s number and I haven’t contacted him yet. I half expected him to write me first since I forgot to delete the text, I sent from his phone to get his number – but he hasn’t. Maybe he has given up?

Well, we’ll find out soon enough because I just sent him a text to meet me this afternoon – my place. Well, I didn’t actually text him the address – just the apartment complex. He’ll need to find it himself and my door doesn’t have a nameplate.

I hear a ‘ding’ from my bag and smile when I read his text: ‘Okay, which apartment number?’

‘You’ll figure it out. The door will be unlocked’ I reply and put the phone away. This will be amusing – especially if he plans to go around trying all the unmarked doors in the complex. I smirk at the thought. He needs to understand who will be calling the shots from now on.

I haven’t seen any of my other lovers during the week because I’ve been busy with an assignment, so I’m pretty pent up. This is going to be fun.

Around three in the afternoon I get home and start getting things ready. I made sure that I would have enough time that he wouldn’t catch me by surprise, and a little past four I hear the sound of my front door opening.

“Mona?” I hear his voice call out.

“In here” I answer him, and I hear the door closing and what sounds like him taking off his shoes.

“You know, there are quite a few doors without nametags in this place. It wasn’t all that easy figuring out which one was yours” I hear him complain from the hallway.

Exactly. That was the whole point, but don’t worry; You’ll get your reward.

He starts trudging into the living room but stops dead in his tracks and his baffled expression makes me smirk.

Well, I understand his surprise; I’m putting on quite the show for him.

I’m wearing a black corset bra – which really shows off my good side, I might add – matching laced panties and black hold-up stockings. I’ve really made an effort on both my hair and makeup and I’m sitting on a chair, casually leaned back. I’m sure the sight is quite alluring to him.

I see him swallow a bit and I get up and start walking up to him. Nonchalantly I put my arms around his neck. His expression is just amusing.

“You’re late” I tell him, smirking.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry” he just mumbles. All his complaints have evaporated, and I see desire forming in his eyes. Just according to plan.

Slowly I move my hands down along his neck and he shudders as I start running them across the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it.

“First rule” I begin explaining: “You will do as I say”.

With a sudden movement I rip off his shirt, exposing his well-toned upper body and smooth skin. I bend down to kiss it and a soft moan escapes from his lips. He reaches out for me to try and pull me up for a kiss, but I grab his wrists and stop him.

“Second rule: You don’t touch me unless given permission” I say, looking up at him and his eyes are filled with lust as well as surprise. Slowly he nods.

“Third rule” I continue while caressing him: “You are to call me mistress.”

He gasps as I grab his belt and pull him in towards me, then start unbuckling it.

“What was that?” I ask him as I expose his stiff member.

“Yes, mistress” he replies in a voice hoarse with desire.

I smirk. Not so cheeky anymore, are we?

I slowly begin trailing my lips down along his chest and abdomen and when I reach his pointed stem, he gasps as I take it into my mouth. His whole body is quivering, and his pleasure-filled moans soon echoes against the walls as I lick him, tease him, explore him.

Impulsively he touches my hair and I grab his wrists and pull away.

“You just broke the first rule” I say and look up at his hungry expression.

“I-I’m sorry mistress” he murmurs.

I smirk, jumping to my feet.

“I don’t think you are. Looks like I’ll need to punish you. Get on your knees”

He kneels down and I make my way over to one of my drawers. Rope, blindfold, crop. I make my way back in front of him and in a commanding tone I tell him:

“Close your eyes”.

He closes them and I put the blindfold over his eyes.

“Hands”

He stretches out his hands and I grab them and start tying them together. Then with my crop in hand I begin circling around him, the end of it gently running across his skin.

He is panting and shivering. Just adorable. Then without warning I lift the crop and whip his shoulder - not too hard; I’ve got great control – and he whimpers.

“Will you do as I say now?” I ask him in demanding voice. He nods.

“Yes, mistress”

There is a slight smile on his lips. I guess he hasn’t learned his lesson quite yet. I give him another whip across his back.

“What was that?” I ask him.

“Yes, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress.”

The sight of this muscular man – so full of confidence and audacity before – tied up, on his knees and whimpering; His rod still stiff and throbbing. It really arouses me.

I throw the crop on the floor, grab his hair and pull him to his feet. Then I move him to the couch, push him down and with my foot pressed against his shoulder I ask him:

“Tell me what you would like me to do to you”

“Anything, mistress” he replies in a hoarse voice.

So obedient now. The sight really arouses me.

“Hold your hands behind you head” I tell him, and he does as instructed, hands still firmly bound together.

I straddle him and start rubbing my panties against him. He moans pleadingly and see how he quivers with anticipation. I don’t really want to wait any longer either, so I pull my panties aside, grab his handle and guide him inside me making us both gasp from the pleasure. I’ve really wanted this. I feel my hips move faster and faster, our voices echoing, mixing with one another and sweat dripping from my body.

Then he arches his back and a hoarse cry of pure ecstasy escapes his lips, making the waves crash over me in a violent orgasm. Then we sit still, panting for a moment.

I look at him; His eyes covered by the blindfold and soft locks of blond hair falling across his forehead, his panting lips and his shivering shoulders.

I sigh and get up, evidence of our passion running down my thighs. I quickly run to the bathroom to clean up, then rush back and untie his hands.

“I’m going to take a shower. I trust you can see yourself out” I tell him, and without waiting for his reply I return to the bathroom. As I’m about to turn on the water I hear the front door slamming.

How satisfying.