My eyes widen as I see her unpack one of the bags she brought back to my place. It seems like its sole content is…‘equipment’. I didn’t know she had that kind of stock and half of it I’ve never seen before despite me thinking we’ve tried quite a variety already.

She’s already dressed for the occasion, or should I say undressed. It seems black is her favorite color for lingerie and today as well it’s the color of both her laced bra and pull up stockings. No panties… So when she bends over to pick out some things from her pile of toys, I get a full view of her luscious folds. It’s likely on purpose, but it works regardless. I look down at my erected member, throbbing with need. I want to be in her already. But not so badly I can’t wait, we’re only just getting started.

I am curious, however, about what she has in store for us today. Maybe even a little anxious. It seemed she needed an outlet after everything that has happened to her over the last few weeks, so I told her we could do whatever she wants, but she sure is taking her time selecting from that bag…

When she is finally done, she turns around and barks: “Get up” and I rise from the bed.

“Turn around, hands behind your back” I do as instructed, and feel padded cuffs tighten around my wrists, restraining my arms. Then she pulls a blindfold over my eyes robbing me of my vision and heightening my senses to her sweet scent and rousing breaths.

I hear her rummage with something then suddenly feel something warm and wet touch the tip of my manhood, making me shiver. For the longest of moments she teases it, swirling her tongue around the head and kissing down the shaft. Then suddenly her mouth closes around me, my full length sliding down her throat and I gasp at the sensation. Slowly she withdraws, moving her head up and down in alternating rhythms while my moans intensify. Then I feel her hands on my butt and a finger poking at my hole.

“Wow! Wait, Mona. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that” I try telling her, but she doesn’t heed my words and slides her finger all the way in.

Maybe we should have spoken a little more extensively about our preferences, because then I would have told her that I’m not really into all that butt-stuff. At least not when it’s my butt… but her skilled mouth drowns any further protests and I tremble at the strange sensation. It’s kind of like having to take a dump, but also not and it eerily confuses me when mixed with the feeling of a blowjob.

Still with her finger inside, she lets go of my front.

“That’s mistress to you” she reprimands, and I hurriedly correct myself.

“I thought you said we could do whatever I wanted today?” she teases, licking the tip again.

“Yeah, but…there are still limits…” I groan as she takes me to the hilt again.

“Oh, is this a limit?” she speaks as her mouth retracts again and she pops out her finger, making me sigh with relief and tension. We’ve talked about our limits, of course – the things we under no circumstance would want to do – but other than that we’ve been easing into the BDSM thing so slowly, that I haven’t had to worry before. But maybe it would’ve been a good idea to have filled out that contract after all…

“I-I don’t know if it’s a limit, but I would at least like to talk a little about it first, mistress.”

“We are talking about it, aren’t we?” she teases, and I gasp as her mouth closes around me again, making me unable to think for a moment. Then I suddenly feel something wet and rubbery poking at me again, but before I have a chance to protest, she takes me so deep, her tongue twisting so elaborately, that I feel my toes crinkle and I barely notice when something that feels like a plastic bead pop inside of me.

Her technique is so good I can barely speak and another bead slides inside me, sending shivers through my body. God, dammit. I need to stop her!

‘Mona’ I try to cry out, but the combined feeling of her sucking mouth and another bead being pushed inside me just turns it into a moan. Shit, what is this?

I can barely stand. My legs are shaking and with my hands tied behind my back I have no way to support myself. I feel powerless, and I want this to stop her but at the same time I feel so good that I can’t voice any protests. I can only cry out in pleasure as she takes me further and further towards the edge.

Then she suddenly yanks out the bead chain, the sensation so new and so intense that I burst in her mouth without warning. I roar as the orgasm washes over me and almost topple from the spasms rippling through my body, unable to speak and barely think.

The fog slowly lifts and, heaving, I rejoice at the fact that I’m still standing. What the hell just happened?

I hear her spit and there is a smirk in her voice as she says: “You came without permission, you know.”

‘Yeah, well you just used my butt as you pleased without permission’ I think to myself, but we’re still in scene; Still not finished. We’ll talk about this later.

“I’m sorry, mistress” I pant.

“I think someone needs to be punished” she purrs.

I hear her walk up behind me and I breathe a sigh of relief as she unbuckles the cuffs and I notice how strained my arms feel.

“Get on your knees” she orders, and I follow the command happily, still week in my knees after the intense orgasm. I hear her rustle with something, and I prepare for the strike of whatever tool she’s chosen for the occasion, feeling it whip across my back. I whimper slightly, though the pain isn’t too bad.

That’s one thing I’ve learned, she’s got great control adjusting the power and corresponding pain her tools inflict. I guess she must have years of experience, despite being only a year older than me. Compared to her, with my short time in a kinky relationship, I’m an amateur. But I’m happy about that, otherwise I would feel insecure doing this at all, having believed my preference swayed to the dominant side of such a relationship. Now I’m pretty sure I could do either.

Three strikes seem to make her satisfied and she commands me on my feet once more. She removes the blindfold and I finally get to see her aroused expression. The darkness of her eyes, the red swollen lips and the way she moves displays it clearly. She lies down on the bed and spread her legs in an inviting gesture.

“Now you need to compensate me” she grins and I’m happy to comply.

Sliding down in front of her I wrap my arms around her thighs and bend down to slip my tongue in between her folds. She moans with pleasure as I explore her and slowly the sound begins to stir me up again.

Suddenly she moves her leg and I jolt as her foot lands on my visible arousal.

“Oh? Someone seems to be lively again.”

I lift my head to look at her, eyeing her mischievous grin.

“You are too tempting, mistress” I tease back, and her eyes become narrow slits, but her smile doesn’t wane.

Her foot gently teases me, and I shiver with growing need.

“Should I let you?”

“Please, mistress” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire.