| He was nervous, no doubt about it. Tonight the tables were being turned. Tonight he became the dominated, instead of the dominator. He wasn't sure he liked it. Honestly, he was apprehensive, but there was a part of him that was intrigued. Intrigued and excited. He loved being the dominant one in their sex life. Loved having her do everything he commanded. He relished bringing her to the edge over and over, but yet denying her release until he decided it was time. His apprehension grew as he waited for her sitting in the chair, quietly as commanded. They'd never done this before. He'd never let go enough to give her the control, and he didn't have a clue as to what she had in store for him. Would she spank him? Would she simply tie him to the bed and tease him? Or would it be a mixture? He wasn't sure and even though he was scared, he found himself getting hard thinking about it. "Very good. You know how to obey," a soft, silky voice said from directly behind him. He could feel her moving closer and his body tensed. “Are you afraid?” she asked close to his ear. He nodded his head and whispered yes. Knowing this was hard for him, she gently placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close. “If you don’t want to do this, or if you’re not ready then say so. We’ll stop right now,” she said as her hands gently smoothed over his skin. “I want to do this, but…” “Do you trust me?” she asked quietly. “You know I do,” he responded, and he realized that he did trust her. “I love you Kevin. I won’t hurt you, just like you’ve never hurt me,” she whispered as she placed a kiss on his neck. “Okay.” “Good,” she said as she picked up a black silk scarf and proceeded to blindfold him. “Can you see?” “No mistress,” he replied, getting into his role. “Stand up,” she commanded. When he stood, she took his arm and led him over to the far side of the room. She knew this would be a shock to him, but she knew deep down that what he really needed to do was admit that he wanted this. She knew he trusted her, knew that he loved her, but he had hid behind his macho image for far to long. “Raise your arms.” As he complied, she shackled his wrists with silk tethers attached to the wall. “Mistress?” he questioned tentatively. “Shh,” she whispered as she lowered his boxers, leaving him standing there, naked as the day he was born. “Tonight Kevin, you will finally admit, to both yourself and to me that you like this, that you enjoy this and that it’s all right to want this,” she said as she removed the blindfold. He blinked a few times, as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. He looked around, first noticing the cheval mirror in front of him. Then, his eyes followed one arm and then the other to the silk tethers before meeting her gaze.She met his gaze steadily; allowing him to see no harm would come from her. Then she moved toward a table and picked up a natural bristle brush and moved toward him. Looking him straight in the eye, she ran the bristle side over his back and down to his buttocks, over and over again. Then she turned the brush over and repeated the movement with the wooden side before giving him a quick sharp spank with the brush. “You know, I’ve never quite figured out, how a man who carries so many responsibilities on his shoulders, who dominates everything in his life, can keep it all together without a little release now and then,” she said as she continued to trail the brush over his sensitized skin. “You would think that a man under that much stress would crave the release. That he would understand that giving up control to someone else, admitting he needs to give it to someone else, doesn’t make him weak, it makes him strong. Strong, because he knows what it is he needs. Strong, because he goes after what he needs and he takes it. Strong, because he likes and admits it.” She said, her voice going softer and softer until she was whispering and he had to lean towards her to hear. “Do you like it?” she asked suddenly as she brought the brush down on his backside. He pulled against the tethers but he made no sound. “Do you like it?” she repeated as she delivered another resounding whack to his buttocks. He strained against the silk that held him in place, going up on his tiptoes. But again, he remained silent. She could see the struggle on his face as she watched him in the mirror. She knew her lover well, and knew that while there was a part of him that really was enjoying what was happening to him, there was another larger part that refused to relinquish his control. She also knew it would take a while before he was ready to give in. Seeing no other choice, she brought the brush down on him again and again she saw him struggle with his feelings as he remained quiet. She administered a few more whacks, each one slightly harder than the last. “Do you like it?” she asked again. “No,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. He was lying and they both knew it. His penis was hard and standing at attention, belying his words. “Are you sure you don’t like it?” she asked as she brought the brush down in rapid succession. “Yes I’m sure,” he answered, his head hanging low so that she couldn’t see his eyes in the mirror. “Then I guess I’ll have to stop,” she said as she pulled the brush away from his skin. “No…” “No what?” she asked, startled, not expecting him to answer in that manner. “Don’t stop,” he begged. “Is this what you want?” She asked as she brought the brush down again. “Yes, oh God yes,” he admitted freely. “Do you want it?” Smack. “Yes.” “Do you like it?” Smack. “Oh yes.” “Do you want more?” Smack. “Please don’t stop,” he begged again, this time moaning in ecstasy as she brought the brush down on his tender skin. “Again,” he said. And she obliged him, bringing the brush down over and over every time he asked. His beautiful, round, tight ass was as bright as a beet. Stopping for a moment to caress his abused skin, she felt the heat pouring off of his body. She dropped the brush and went down on her knees, suddenly overcome with the need to soothe his flesh. She pressed her lips to his hot flesh, and he groaned. Following her instincts, she flicked her tongue out and dragged it over his skin. “Oh God CeCe. That feels so good,” he groaned, as he leaned into her touch. Feeling the excitement run through her body at his words, she stood and moved to stand in front of him. “Tell me,” she commanded. “I loved it.” “You loved what?” she asked, needing to hear the words. “I loved being spanked by you.” “Does that make you weak?” “No, it makes me strong. You’ve made me strong,” he answered, gazing at her with a newfound strength. She responded by smiling and untying his arms. The minute his arms were released, he wrapped her in his embrace. “Thank you,” he whispered just before his lips met hers. |
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