She’s Out of Control, and She Knows It.

She craved his scent and the way his hands felt on her skin 

He’s the only man who has ever made her feel this way, out of control. She liked being in charge.  He turned her on in ways that she didn’t even know were possible. Made her feel alive for the first time. She had never wanted anyone the way that she wants –  no, needs –  him.

Suddenly, her phone rings and jolts her out of her daydreaming. It’s him, the man that she can’t stop thinking about. The one who makes her feel so out of control. “Meet me at my apartment in 20 minutes,” he whispers, then the line goes dead.  Even though it’s 9:30 pm on a work night, she dresses quickly and grabs her car keys. She’s dying to see him, kiss him, and feel him. He knows that she will be there, that she has no will of her own when it comes to him, and she is completely out of control.

He rings her up at his apartment and answers the door in just a towel. Water beads run down his muscular chest. The sight of him, nearly naked like this, causes her to forget to breathe for a second as she enters the apartment. “There’s my little kitten,” he whispers as he tenderly grabs her face in both his hands and kisses her deeply, sending electric shocks through her entire body. His hands explore her body, and wasting no time, he peels her clothes off. Feeling out of control, she is standing before him in just her bra, crotchless panties, a garter, and stockings.

“Put this on,” he exclaims, as he wraps the new collar he had bought her around her neck

Kissing and sucking lightly as he closed the small lock onto the clasp. “Now, this can’t be removed until I say,” he ordered. She was breathless from being so out of control. She had never seen this side of him, so authoritative and unapologetic.

“Let’s get started with your first lesson,” he demanded.

“Lesson?” she asked, not understanding.

“You are not to speak unless I tell you to,” he whispered. Her body was following him as he owned it, her mind racing. He pulled her into the room whose door had always been closed before. She felt dizzy from anticipation, from needing his touch, and from the creeping realization that she was totally out of control.

He opened the door, and soft, red light lit the room, and she was so out of control

Her heart raced when she saw what lay beyond the door. In the center was a large wooden wheel, with a raised wooden X rising from it.  Leather cuffs were on each corner.   Off to one corner was a bench of some sort, like a padded sawhorse with straps. On the otherside of the wheel hung a sturdy metal frame from the ceiling beam, with pulleys and ropes. Lining the walls hung various tools, floggers, whips, and paddles. A shelf on one wall held blindfolds, feathers, and gags.

Air escaped her lungs as she took in the contents of the room. “Now, now, kitten, don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you,” he lied, “we can stop anytime that you like. What is your safe word?” he asked. Safe word, she thought, she didn’t have a safe word, had never needed a safe word. “Flamingo,” she stammered, trying to stay in control, and he chuckled.

“What kind of a safe word is that?” he mocked.   She felt the heat of embarrassment rise through her face.

“We’ll start with something easy, not too intense,” she heard him whisper as he wrapped a black velvet sash around her eyes. Her world went completely dark, and she started to protest. “Sssh,” he reminded her of the rule, and she felt so out of control.

Call me, and I’ll describe to you how he comes to own her, leaving her body completely out of control. While you’re waiting, read The Domme Prisonguard to ensure that you stay nice and hard for me.

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