A short piece of fiction

She watched on the closed circuit TV as he twisted and fidgeted in his bonds. His body slick with sweat. Tan, naked, and delectably erotic. A sigh rippled through her, quivering all the way down to her sex, as she watched his taught muscles undulate under the strain of confinement. He didn’t know she could see him. Watch every flex and gyration. He didn’t know she could hear him. Every moan, every frustrated grunt, every uncomfortably hissed sigh.

This was the first time she’d let him into her secret life. Their first attempt to be something more than just casual lovers.

Angela had a dark side: a passion for bondage and submission. But, she didn’t just want it – it was a need. A driving force in her life. A force usually responsible for driving the men she cared about away from her. She wasn’t a Domme, at least she didn’t think of herself that way. She didn’t want a submissive. She just needed more from her man. Needed him to be more, to prove himself to her, to suffer for her.

She had feelings for Alex. He was a brave man. She knew that. And, he trusted her.

He allowed her to cut away his modesty, one piece of cloth at a time, with a knife; sixteen inches of highly polished steel, razor sharp. Allowed his freedom to be bound, hand and foot, with leather manacles, to a metal-framed bed in a vacant empty room. Let her silence him with a glossy red ball of plastic, roughly shoved into his mouth, and tightly strapped to the back of his head. Allowed her to deafen him with wax earplugs, leaving him his pulse alone for comfort. And last but not least, allowed her to blind him, a hard leather mask sealing away even the faintest traces of light.

This alone was not enough though. He had to suffer for her. Most men ran when she told them what she wanted next, but not Alex. He looked into her eyes and saw her. Saw her need. Then just nodded: resigned to fulfilling his quest for her heart.

The alligator clips were the hardest for him. She could tell by the way he moved. His struggle against his own instincts to drop the red sponge ball crushed tightly in his grip, his safeword. For that alone she could love him. She knew how sensitive his nipples were, that’s why she’d chosen her wickedest set. Then came the clothespins attached to the underside of his rigid cock. A row of pain, angling from his in sensed manhood.

To her he was a work of art, a piece of voyeuristic magnificence, an esoteric itch in the depths of her hot pulsing womb. His pain, his strength, and his love were there for her. They belonged to her.

Languidly she slid her hand down beneath her skirt, and let her fingers play tenderly over the wet spot in her panties. Her other lightly swirling the brandy in her glass before taking a sip. Kicking off her heels and placing her brandy down, she slid her panties off her long slender well formed legs. Her eyes always fixed on the set. Stretching she thought of how wonderful the night had turned out. Dinner, dancing, and Alex tied down for her pleasure.

Her fingers again worked their way down to her hungry loins. Skillfully nudging her towards her inevitable climax. Alex struggled even harder in his bonds, as if he could sense her impending orgasm. His member waving and swishing from side to side like her eager fingers. A sob broke from him and like lightning it burned through her very soul; appeasing that dark goddess with the euphoric rush of breaking bliss.

It took a few moments for the convulsions to stop ravaging her. For her to clear away the ragged emotional high. Breathing in deeply, her breasts heaving, she felt sweaty and trapped under her lacy bra and button down blouse. Slipping from them and her leather skirt she felt free and marveled at her own nakedness in the stand mirror. Tossing her long red hair over her shoulder she ran her hands over her breasts and down her hips. It was time.

On bare feet, wearing nothing, Angela walked down the hall to the room holding Alex. His musky scent hit her like an anvil, as she pulled open the door, making her juices flow even more. His body was a magnet her hands could not resist. And, at her touch Alex tried to calm himself, tried to be strong for her, but the pain and loneliness were engulfing him.

Gently as she could, Angela started to remove the clothespins, sending bursts of crackling agony throughout his body. One by excruciating one, she took them from him, tenderly rubbing life back into his deprived flesh. When the last one was gone, she couldn’t help herself, taking all of him into her warm wet mouth, sucking the pre-cum and sweat from him. Alex moaning through his gag thrust deep into her awaiting mouth, aching for some release from his captivity, from his pain. But, Angela just pulled away with one last tickle of her tongue. She had one more task, one more agony for him to survive.

With careful fingers she turned the releases on the alligator clips, then with one quick graceful motion pulled them free. Alex’s reaction was spectacular. The wail that burst forth through his gag was so powerful it made her knees quake as another orgasm flared through her. Kneeling down beside him, knees weak, Angela soothingly massaged his chest. Sobbing quiet, unseen tears, Alex struggled against the pain, just barely holding back his bladder from releasing, thanks to his now flagging hard-on.

Gliding down his chest Angela clutched his manhood, holding it there on the brink of descent. Using her tongue and expert hands she brought life back to his wilting flower. And like a bee she worked busily probing and digging for his seed. At last her efforts paid in full as Alex, muscles trembling, injected his hot cum down her waiting throat. The last few pulses left him lying there exhausted.

Pulling his bonds free and unsnapping the ball gag she helped him sit up, leaning against her, his hot flesh touching hers. Carefully Alex removed the gag, blindfold, and earplugs finally starting to feel himself again. Looking into Angela’s eyes he could see the apprehension, the tension, but he decided to let her speak first.

“You were wonderful.” She said with a smile. “Do you think you could do this again?”

“Oh God, please not tonight.” He sighed.

“No,” she said overjoyed, “not tonight.” But she knew what those words meant. He had accepted her. Hugging him close she held back the tears; she’d finally found the one. “Lets go to bed.” She said helping Alex to his feet. She knew that sex was out for tonight but in the morning she would show him the pleasures she could also give. She would ride him until he knew that he now belonged to her.