I wake up in the morning, his body pressed against me, his cock rigid and demanding against the softness of my ass. He grinds against me, sleepily, and nuzzles into my neck as he wakes.

I roll over and we kiss, mouths tangling lazily as we shake the sleep from our eyes. He takes my hand and guides it down his belly to the hardness that lies below. We cuddle, I lazily stroke his cock, and he whispers into my ear, telling me of the fantasies that have filled his dreams this past night’s rest. Dreams of domination, of sexual excess, of naughty schoolgirls bent over desks to be punished.

In my sleepy mind, an idea takes hold, and I ask him if he would like to be dominated, by me, right now.
In no time at all, I’m securing his arms and legs, stretching them wide apart, rendering him absolutely helpless. He tests his bonds, pulling at the restraints, but they hold and there’s a look on his face as he realizes just how vulnerable he really is. He begs me for a blindfold, and I tease him with all of the possible things I could do to him while I find the blindfold and secure it over his eyes. His cock is semi-hard, precum leaking from the tip and I can sense the apprehension and anticipation building as I stand there, doing nothing, just watching him.

A low whimper comes from deep inside his throat and I smile. This is going to be so much fun. Hands poised right over his left nipple, I strike a match, and watch him struggle beneath the flame. I light a candle on the nightstand and leave it to melt while I run my hands over his thighs, up one leg and down the other.
Tap. Tap. Tap. I start with the flexible whippy stick, tapping in rapid succession up the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Tap. Tap. Tap. WHACK. I alternate the harder strikes in with the soft taps, catching him unawares, no pattern, no rhyme nor reason to when the strikes will fall. He gasps with each crack of the stick, ass rising off the bed as the pain arcs through his body. I switch out the stick for a thin cane, keeping to the same pattern of light taps intermixed with sharp and unexpected smacks. I mark his thighs, leaving light red stripes, and move to his inner arms and chest. I draw the point of the cane over each nipple, tapping them lightly, then a little harder while he squirms, mouth open and wet, panting with each strike.

I mix things up, stroking his cock with my hands and tongue, then returning to the cane. Back and forth, alternating the pleasure with the pain, and he moans and groans as he goes deeper into subspace. I lick his welts, tongue his balls, using wet kittenish strokes, and make him beg me to use his ass. I pull out something that he’s never used before, and his body tightens as he realizes what it is, then relaxes as it starts to feel good. He moans and begs for more, and I stroke him with long gliding motions of my hands while my words fuck with his mind.

Returning to the candle, I blow out the flame, and drip the melted wax onto his chest. He gasps at the unexpected shock of it, and then practically purrs as I rub it in, telling him that it’s actually massage oil from a massage candle. Dripping it over his body, nipples, thighs, I tease him, threatening to drip it right on the head of his erect cock. His body goes rigid beneath me and he begs me to do it. Pleeeease, he pleads. A single drop of wax hot on the head of his cock, then rubbed in to soothe the sting, and he’s begging for more. I luxuriate in the feel of the oil across his body, rubbing it into his skin, into his thighs, running my hands over the planes of his body. I leave him for a minute to tear off my clothes, then I’m on top of his, that warm oil between us, sliding my breasts against his chest, against his face, his mouth. I ride him, grinding against him, watching him lunge towards me, desperate to touch me, but the bonds hold.
I tell him to give me a number. He chooses 5. I tell him to give me another. He chooses 7. A wicked smile on my face, and with evil in my voice, I ask him to tell me how much 5×7 makes. 35 strokes, I ask, that’s how many he wants? I can hear the shock in his voice as he’s flipped over, onto hands and knees, ass high in the air, and told to count. 1. 2. 3. Then up to 15. 16.

Wait, I say, 15? Was that 15 or 14? Uh oh, guess we’ll have to start over. He groans, shifting on the bed, and we start again. 1. 2. Then up to 30. I pause and give the last 5 strokes in quick succession, hard, one right after the other, giving him no time to recover. I ask him for another number. He groans, voice muffled from where he has his face buries in the pillows, and says 3. I ask for another number, and he says 5. I giggle, so turned on by the power I wield over him. Wait, 3 to the 5th power? That’s how many you want? Wow, that’s going to be a lot, babe. Are you sure?

I make him count out exactly how many that is going to be, smiling at the dread in his voice. Drawing it out, I start slow, 1. 2. 3. Then I pull the blindfold from his eyes, watching his pupils shrink in the sudden light, and order him to stroke his cock for me.

I can tell that my time of control is drawing to a close. Watching his fist travel up and down the length of his thick shaft and it is all that I can do to keep from begging for his cock in my ass. I ask him if he wants to fuck my ass. I make him beg for it, plead for it, then I am on my knees, and the power dynamic shifts back as the head of his cock enters my ass.

Now it is me who is begging and pleading, head buried in the pillows and he uses his hips like pistons to push his cock in and out of me. The sensations are overwhelming and at one point I tell him to stop because I don’t think I can take anymore. I hear the smile on his face as he tells me to take it, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back to arch my ass onto him. I come hard, begging and screaming, and he follows me moments later, roaring like a beast as he collapses upon me, heavy on my back, his cock still thick in my ass. We lay like that, finally satisfied, both having been given what we each needed, knowing it’ll be only a matter of hours between we do it again, this time with roles reversed again.