This story was originally featured on my blog’s 2021 iteration, before I accidentally deleted everything as I went off on hiatus. I found a copy of it by chance, and am reposting.

It felt especially important to keep this story alive, as – during my time away – I dove back into the startup world and did everything in my power to be “good” insofar as interpersonal relationships were concerned.

Chapter One

“I’m nearly ready …” His pulse quickens at the sound of my voice. I call to him from another room, and he knows that he is left alone to wait for just a bit longer. Lighting dimmed and music quietly streaming, the atmosphere is thick with candle lit shadows and anticipation.

The orchestration behind this evening has been immense. He welcomed me into his home warmly with drinks and hors d’oeuvres. He has painstakingly arranged an arsenal of sexual implements specific to his tastes atop a stunning Federal chest.

The luxe scene is straight from the mind of Kubrick, the only missing part being additional flesh. (And the masks.)

I take one last look in the mirror. I run my fingers through my hair and purse my red lips in inspection. And then it is time.

Lace gown flowing behind me, I deliberately make my way towards his bedroom. Each click of my heels on  his hardwood floors further redirects his blood flow as he waits, on edge, for me to take him. For me to use him as an instrument for my pleasure.

Chapter Two

I pause at the foot of the bed and smile sweetly, beckoning him with one finger. “On your knees.” I whisper. He lowers his body as I instruct him to kiss me through my delicate lace panties. “Yes, just like that…” as I grab the back of his head and pull him in closer still.

Tonight, I will enter him. He will feel the power and sweetness. He knows what awaits, and I delight in making him wait. So I move to a richly upholstered chair, draping my legs over each mahogany arm, and make him crawl towards me.

Taking his chin in my hand, I bring him up to his knees and kiss him deeply as I run my fingers over his still concealed hardness. “Take off your shirt, then eat me.” are his directives. I smile at the sight of his bare chest and bite my lip as he presses his lips upon mine. My heels press into the flesh of his back as I encourage and instruct. As I whisper my desires, and as he fulfills them so perfectly.

And then the crescendo. “Good boy” I murmur. “Bring me my water.”

A brief moment to rest, and then to a mirrored hall, my pet restrained upon his back. Underneath me.

I can see his chest rise and fall with each anticipatory breath.

“Are you comfortable?” I ask. He smiles and says yes.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask. Again, the word yes spills from his lips.

He is fully naked and tied to a velvet wedge shaped pillow, with his pelvis slightly elevated. It is a beautiful sight, and I know that I want to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible. With this in mind, I take my time oiling up the implement we selected: a long, curved strapon with a bulbous tip. I oil it with slow and deliberate strokes, talking all the while. Instructing him that, when the time comes, he is to watch as I enter him.

I straddle him and instruct him to gaze up my legs, up to my ass. He tells me I am gorgeous, and begs me to take him.

… Not yet.

I slowly lower myself upon his face, and make him lick me as I reach back and stroke him. His moans of pleasure are soon audible, and I know that he will cum if I continue. So I stop.

And then I start again, with a sweetly evil giggle and smile. 😉

When he is on the brink, I let go of his throbbing cock and position myself between his legs. As I prepare him for my entry, I whisper “I am going to fuck you now, and remember – you are going to watch.”

Then I slowly start rocking my hips so that the instrument of his pleasure presses against him, and then slowly, incrementally enters him. There, in the most opulent room .. there, in the shadowy light .. I enter him. I do not touch his hardness, preferring instead to watch it strain with each thrust.

“I wonder if you can cum without me stroking you, Pet.” I muse as I grab his shackled ankles and drive in deeper still. And from the sounds emitted, it is clear that he might.

Rhythmically, hypnotically, I give this man what he craves. We know each other so well, and it is as if I am penetrating his body and his soul. By fucking him, I introduce lightness into his life. A reprieve from responsibility. By fucking him, I turn him into my toy. A toy whose sole purpose is to please. I know why he craves this connection, and so I fuck him with purpose.

He writhes beneath me, his breathing shallow and quick. His eyes roll back in his head as I take him in my hand and demand, “Cum.”

And he does with force until we collapse together into a tangled, wet mess.

There is a satiated silence, and then contented laughter. I unleash him and fetch a warm towel to clean up the mess we have made. And I think that our adventure for the evening has drawn to a close.

But then his eyes flash with something mischievous, and he announces that it is my turn…..