Another outline of a scene that I wrote to give myself ideas for a new novel I’m writing.

“You WILL submit to me!”

Man, this pissed him off. He knew she was a master Dominatrix. And She had helped him and his wife transform their vanilla marriage into a really hot D/s relationship. He appreciated it. He really did. She was sexy too. It wasn’t like they didn’t fuck. She wasn’t a “professional” with them, that’s for sure. No money changed hands. Their training had been a natural outgrowth of their relationship with Her.

He had learned a lot, and he thought he was pretty damn good at topping. Now She was telling him he wasn’t. Not as good as his wife was at bottoming anyway. She said he needed to switch roles. To learn to submit.

He didn’t want to, but She insisted, and She always got her way. Now he was naked, blindfolded, and kneeling with his face toward the bed, his wrists shackled to the posts. He felt the rough tip of the rattan cane tracing a pattern on his back.

“Say you will submit.”

“I will submit.” Jesus Christ, what a waste of time.

crack. Man, that hurt. It felt like a bee sting, if the bee was the size of a fucking crow.

Who will you submit to?” crack. crack.

“To you, Mistress. I will submit to you.”

“That’s better.”Mistress

As the punishment continued, a change came over him. He realized that he had absolutely no control over the situation, and that realization relaxed him. He stopped resisting and shifted into some kind of zone. He wasn’t feeling the pain the same way. It just became intense sensation, and the sensation became erotic. He felt himself growing hard. She noticed it too.

“Oho. It seems there is a little of the masochist in you after all. Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

He heard her tall stiletto heels clicking languidly across the floor. When She returned, She reached around him and grabbed his dick roughly, pulling it upward. She put something metal around him, under his balls, and slid a metal cage over his cock. He heard the click of a lock. The cage was only a few inches long.

She began to tease him, stroking his caged cock, kissing it, licking it, even sucking it. His dick was trapped. It couldn’t get hard unless she freed him. She laughed wickedly.

“You see? You are completely under my control. I will do with you as I please. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like your cock to be released?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And then I suppose it would get hard?”

“Yes, Mistress. Very hard.”

“And what would you do with your hard cock, should I choose to free it?”

“Whatever you ask, Mistress.” Thinking about the possibilities made his dick strain at the cage again.

“Anything?” she asked teasingly.

“Yes, anything, Mistress.” She wanted to fuck now. He was sure of it. And he could hardly wait.

“We shall see. I am going to release your shackles. When I do, I want you to grovel, beg me for what you want.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He felt his wrists come free, first one, then the other. He turned toward her and located one of her spike-heeled boots. He pushed his face onto the laces.

“Please Mistress, free my cock. I will do whatever you ask me to do with it.” He smiled to himself, thinking eagerly of the pleasure that awaited him after his pain.

“Very well. I will do as you ask. It may be that I have plans for your member.” In the back of his mind, it suddenly dawned on him that her plans might differ from his.

He heard the heels slowing clicking away again, and he waited nervously. Presently, she returned. She reached around him again, and he heard the lock click open and felt the ring and cage slide off of his cock.

“You may remove your blindfold. Turn and face me on your knees, please.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He did as she asked. When he turned, he saw that she had removed her skirt, and was wearing just her black leather bustier and high-heeled boots. In place of the skirt, she wore a harness with a dildo attached. He saw now that he would not be the one doing the fucking. This was not something he had considered, and he was momentarily taken aback.

“Suck it.”

“Mistress, I…I…” She slapped him hard across the face.

“I said suck it. I want to watch you suck my big cock.”

He reached out, took Her cock in his hand, and guided it to his mouth.

“Good, good. Keep sucking just like that.” She had grabbed his hair roughly with both hands and thrust her cock into his mouth until he choked on it. Finally, she had had enough.

“Get on the bed on all fours, and put your face in the pillow.” He complied immediately. He felt the lubricated tip of Her cock against his opening. She pushed, and it entered him. It hurt, but did not feel exactly as he was expecting.

“I want you to take it all. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She resumed pushing. He felt it enter far further than he thought possible. As She thrust in and out, She reached around and stroked his cock until it was rock hard.

She continued to thrust and stroke at the same time. He knew he was going to come, and that scared him. He would never allow his wife to orgasm until he said so.

“Mistress, with your permission, I am going to come now.”

“That’s fine. You have not yet developed the same control as you wife, but you will.”

With a final thrust, he erupted. His come spilled out of him, soaking the sheet.

“Are we finished, Mistress?”

“We are finished for now.”

Oddly, he found himself eagerly anticipating their next time together.