Predicament

[cautiousswitch]

“Would you like for me to undress you?”

“Hell yes!”

Kevin couldn’t believe it as Wendy began removing his clothes.  She started of quickly, eagerly, a little rough as if desiring to have him naked.  But she slowed down as layers of clothing were removed, caressing him gently.  Finally, there were slow, teasing strokes around his erogenous zones as she removed the last of his clothing.

“Shall I strip for you?” She kissed him on the cheek before whispering in his ear, “Master?”

“Yes,” he replied, his voice going up a register.

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself? Or do I have to tie them first?”

“I… Tie them?”

Wendy rubbed his arms then slowly slid her arms down to his wrist as she leaned into him, guiding his arms behind his back as she did so.

“Please, master,” she breathed into his chest.  Her body was pinning his cock down, which made it want to straighten out even more.  “I don’t want my dance to be interrupted.  I want you to appreciate my body with your eyes.”  She paused for dramatic effect before saying in a more sultry voice, “before appreciate it with your body.”  She pressed her hips a little more into his, which he wouldn’t have thought possible if he had been thinking about his hips at the time.

“Tie my hands, slave,” he said as a not very convincing order.

She giggled as she wrapped his belt around his wrists.  “Thank you, master,” she said innocently before pulling the slack out of belt and somehow buckling it tightly into place.

She then stepped away from Kevin and began to strip for him.  Slowly removing her outer garments, pausing to kiss him or to stroke his cock, keeping him aroused but not too much.  She was down to her underwear, rubbing her butt against his fully erect penis when she asked, “Would master like me kneeling before his manhood? Would master like me to play with his balls?”

“Oh, yes,” he sighed, trying to hold back an ejaculation.

She knelt and started to play with his balls.   He was too far into fantasy land to notice her tying a string around them.

“Slave,” he was about to order her to give him a blow job when she stood up and gave the string a tug.

“Who are you calling slave?” Wendy stood on a chair and ran the string through a ring in the ceiling.  She kept just enough tension on it to keep Kevin from resisting too much.

She moved the chair so that she could thread the string through another ceiling ring somewhere behind him.

“Raise your hands.”

“What?”

She gave a tug on the string as she tried to pull his hands away from his body.  He got the idea and managed to raise his hands about six inches away from his body.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she tied the string around where his belt bound him.

“You stopped calling me slave,” she said with a mock pout.  “It’s good to see that my slave isn’t deluding himself anymore.”

“But you agreed…”

“No, slave, you said you wanted to play kinky games.  You sad you wanted me to be your slave, but I said you wouldn’t be good at it.  You insisted that we try.”

She could tell that his arms were getting tired, but he couldn’t lower them without pulling on his balls.

“You allowed this to happen and now you are totally dependent on me.  You may not accept this now, but soon you will come to realize…”

“Wendy!”

“Mistress Wendy,” she corrected.  “And if you interrupt me again you will be punished.  Do you understand?”

Kevin struggled a bit as if seeking a means of escape.  Every move he made just added to his discomfort until he returned to his original position.

“That wasn’t an answer.  You’ve added five minutes to your imprisonment.”  Wendy laughed out loud.  “You haven’t convinced me release you yet and have already gotten an additional five minutes to whenever I decide to.”

“What do you want?”

“What do you want, mistress?” she corrected.”

“What do you want, mistress?”

No hesitation that time.  He was learning.  “I want to play kink games as you requested.  I want you to realize that this will only work if I’m in charge.”

“But…”

“Ten minutes,” she said, adding five more to those he had earned.  “Think bout my offer.  It’s not like you have anything better to do right now.”  She teased hiss cock a little more.  “You always like my leather pants.  Is that because you’ve always saw me as a dominating type? Think about that while I go put them on.  Think about how much I control you right now.  Think about how deep down inside you really enjoy my having so much control over you.”  She left for her bedroom to get her leather pants but hesitated.  “Just try no to think about how tired your arms are getting.”  She heard him whimper a little as she left the room.  Maybe fif*** minutes would be enough time for him to realize that he was the submissive in this relationship.  He still had the ten minutes extra, but she could use that to help him realize that she should be his dominant.

[lg****]

Wow I would love this.

[bo****]

Intresting

[bl****]

fascinating. as a switch I love this kind of game

[Slavematthew]

Super hot story love the idea!