Mostly I cater to mens' fantasies, sometimes I lose track of my own, but one night after having a little too much to drink I retired to my home with my lover. I was in search of a match for my cigarette when I opened the dungeon door, knowing I had some means of fire along with a lot of other dangerous impliments. My lover followed me in, we ended up sitting down in exhaustion from a long week, a big dinner and wine.

During our conversation he asked why I didn't dominate him anymore, I sighed, in my mind I thought "another session", I told him I was on the brink of burn-out. I could tell dispite my reluctant attitude he was eager.

It had been a while since I had asked myself what I wanted from a man-sub. I took a minute. Then asked him to promise he would make no request of me. In his state, he agreed. I was finding my enthusiasm coming back, and feeling warmth between my legs.

In my dungeon I have an octagon table, I wasted no time ordering him to strip down naked. I gathered my ropes and proceeded to tie him back down. His cock was fully erect, balls tight with tension. After he was secure, I took a small thin rope and wrapped it tightly around his balls, making them stick up, exposed! He started to moan a bit, I knew the rope was a little tighter than what was normally comfortable for him. He strained not to ask me to sit on his face, and as I stroked his balls, my velvet evening gown scraped back and forth across his face, I was guessing that under my perfume and through my panty hose he might get a faint hint of my pussy.

I took a moment to make sure he was not thinking of disobeying my order of not asking me for anything by smacking his cock a couple of times with a riding crop. His jerks let me know he was paying attention to me,and not his urgent need to be licking my pussy.

Knowing my lover's serious desire to suck me to orgasm, I decided to tease him for a while longer, to make our time together in the heat of passion last even longer, I positioned myself in the chair across from him, so he would have to strain in his bonds to see me, his cock, throbbing to be touched. My pussy, in its normal response, was drenched. Knowing his passion, I felt complete in my dominance as I stroked my pussy through my sheer pantyhose.

I removed my hose slowly as he moaned for my touch (even a painful touch). I rose, walked to him and gently forced the soaked crotch of my hose deep into his mouth. He gagged a bit, and then started to suck feverishly. I knew how bad he wanted more and it excited me to no end. I went back to my chair, positioned myself with my legs open to him and started sliding my fingers deep inside, tensing my legs together every now and then, getting my thighs wet with juice.