Control

Surprisingly dinner went off without a hitch; it had in fact been fun. The couple had gone to dinner with Stephen's family at a local sports bar. The place was dimly lit, but the crowd jovial and the food good. Everywhere around them was basketball, and though he hated it, he endured because being in Beth's presence was a reward. Likewise, he endured the embarrassing stories every parent will tell a new girlfriend. He kept an eye on his lady while he helped his mother finish the last details of his nephew's pageant that was scheduled for the next day. Beth, having fallen prey to his nephew's charms, had read dinosaur books to him, played with his toys, and kept him from mischief. Finally, able to rescue his fair maiden, he seized her from the flirting whiles of a three year old.

The couple always stayed in the guesthouse at his parents’ house because there was something that separated the couple. Distance. A Long Distance. Almost 500 miles to be exact. He lived in California while she resided in Arizona. He drove home to see her every two weeks, and dinners with the family were not required, but were implied. After an evening that had lasted longer than he desired, the two retired to the guest house.

The living room of the quaint guesthouse was lit by a small fire in the fireplace. It was not lit so much for the warmth, but more for the light. It was comforting. It was cold and raining outside. The couple sat on the couch talking of everything and nothing. There were giggles. There were laughs. There were even a few tears. Memories good and bad had been shared, more better than not. There was an air of comfort between the two lovers. They embraced. To watch them you would have thought they had been together for many years.

She held him in her arms. There was something different tonight. Stephen and Beth had discussed so many things, some inconsequential. He sat back in the easy chair and she bent down to kiss him on the lips. She moved in to meet his body with hers in the chair. Stephen’s large hands found Beth’s waist. Her hands took hold of his wrists and forced them to the sides of the easy chair. He wondered with puzzlement, but soon realized what was going on when he heard the familiar clicking sound of handcuffs closing around his wrists.

Beth had handcuffed Stephen to the chair and had broken their embrace almost immediately. She stood up and just out of reach of his mouth. She looked him in the eyes and said, “Tonight I’m going to be in control of you. You won’t have any say, and you must say please and thank you if you wish to be rewarded.”

Stephen looked at her in amazement. He was not sure what to say. What could he say? Not a damn thing. All he could do was sit there and wait. He was excited and scared all at once. He was always used to being in control. He was accustomed to getting what he wanted. This was not right, but what could he do? How bad could it be? In Stephen’s head, thoughts raced. “This can’t be so bad. Beth gets off on it. Besides, I’m never rough with her. She will treat me well. I have nothing to worry about....but what if she enjoys it too much.....” The thought had finally sunk in, “I might be in trouble here. This is not the Beth I know. I have never seen this side of her. She has never been this in control before. Uhoh!”

Stephen tried to calm himself, but there was no way out. His heart raced. His chest was pounding as if it were about to explode. He could hear his heart pounding in his ear. It was louder than the sultry music Beth had loaded into the stereo. He was scared. His nose began to itch, and his hands were secured to the bottom of this oversized easy chair. His wrists ached. She had cinched the cuffs so tight. Stephen dared not say anything for two reasons. First, this was her moment, and he knew that if she thought she had hurt him, she would feel horrible and give up on this latest endeavor. Second, he was a man, and there was no way he was going to cave to anyone. He could not show weakness. Especially to the one who restored him to his masculinity. What would she think if he had? Probably nothing at all, she was very giving and understanding...that is what he found most attractive.

Beth had called from the bedroom, telling Stephen of what she had expected of him and of what he should have expected of her. She was going to model all the sexy clothes he had bought for her over the past few weeks. And with that she stepped out from the bedroom and strutted her way over to him.

The first outfit Beth had chosen was made of blue satin that clung to her skin perfectly. There were no sides to it; the front and back were connected by spaghetti strings tied together at the sides. She stepped toward him, moving to the music, swaying to and fro. She stepped in towards him and bent down kissing him on the lips, intent on arousing him. She had succeeded. Beth danced about, grinding on his lap. She had seemed to be a pro at this game of teasing, for Stephen released moans of pleasure and groans of strain. He began to feel the cuffs again. His body was tensing up. Oh he wanted her so bad!

She pulled the strings that kept the “barely there” lingerie from coming apart. She peeled the fabric away to expose her naked body. The only thing on her was the blue satin g-string. She bent down and pulled the soft satin material across his face. What a tease.

With a great start, she stopped. Stood. Turned and walked to the bedroom. His head was racing. Sweat collected on his brow. It was his nerves. He loved to touch her. It was almost cruel. He never tortured her. Tease yes. Never torment. Moments later, she stepped from the room in a very short blue velvet dress that connected around her neck with a clasp. The bottom was trimmed with a sheer black material. There were garters exposed. They were connected to the black silk stockings with the seam up the back of the leg. She wore platform heels, again strutting towards him.

This outfit was so hot! It hugged her every curve. She turned to give him full view. She was not wearing panties! This excited Stephen even more. She parted his legs again and backed onto his lap, bumping and grinding on him until she could feel his physical arousal. He wanted to touch her, wrap his hands around her. She backed away and unhooked the clasp around her neck, letting the top fall just below her beautiful breasts. She bent over him, then straddled his leg, and began to rock back and forth. He was in shorts so he could definitely feel not only the warmth between her legs, but also that she was actually wet. Really wet.

Beth stood and backed away to sit on the couch facing Stephen. She spread her legs exposing her hairless womanhood. It glistened in the light of the fire. She ran her hands between her legs and parted her lips. She looked him in the eyes with a longing to be touched, a longing to be taken. She had laid back on the couch and pulled out a small vibrator and switched it on. With her free hand, Beth grabbed and caressed her breasts while the vibrator she controlled danced around her pussy, concentrating her efforts on her clit. She moaned and writhed in pleasure. Beth wanted Stephen to be crazy. She was driving him mad. Like “Pavlov’s Dogs”, she had him salivating at the site of her wet pussy.

He strained against his restraints. His cock was hard. It ached to be inside her. This did not compare to the aching deep within his soul. She had crossed the line. He was hurting to be with her, inside her, holding her, kissing her, loving her, protecting her from all others.

Beth inserted the vibe deep within her, throwing her head back and calling out to Stephen. She was panting, breathing so hard. He watched her with amazement. His cock swelled inside of his shorts. He watched her breasts heave with every breath she drew into her lungs. He watched as her back would arch when she would touch that one spot that would throw her over the edge. He desired to have her in vain. He watched on in amazement. Her mouth formed a most perfect “O” as a moan escaped her. He could imagine those lips wrapped around his cock. This thought was in vain. He let out a moan that had signaled her orgasm. It was loud and was felt throughout the room. The vibrator dropped to the floor. She had drained herself of her energies. Beth collected herself and stood before him. She walked over to Stephen and bent across his lap letting her breasts fall before him. She grabbed a bottle of water and drank from it. She looked into Stephens eyes and asked if he would like a drink as well.

“Yes, Please.”

In a tone of pure domination, “Maybe I’ll give you some when I get back. If it pleases me. But, for now, you can watch me drink.”

“What the fuck was that all about?” Stephen thought, “Why would she be that cruel? My mouth is dry! I want some water as bad as I want to fuck her!”

Beth then arched her back in front of him and began to pour water from the bottle down her chest. It trickled over her beautiful tits and cascaded down her stomach. She leaned in and water dripped on his extended tongue and chin from her hard nipples. It was hardly a drink. It did not quench his thirst. It only made him strain against his bonds with more strength.

Beth sat on the couch again facing Stephen. She unclasped her right leg garter and slowly, seductively removed the black silk stocking. She stood again and moved toward him. She slowly straddled his lap. He leaned again to kiss her, but she pulled away her mouth and everything he wanted to taste was within a hair’s length of his lips. Like a dog on the end of his leash, just out of reach of a pesky cat. Beth wrapped the silk stocking around Stephen’s head, covering his eyes. She tied it in a tight knot at the back of his head.

Beth bent in to Stephen again, her breasts pressed hard to his chest. She caressed his face and ran her fingers through his hair and grabbed a hand full of the dark thick hair, pulling his head back so there was no way he could try and kiss her. She was rough on her lover. Again, she moved to his ear and spoke softly, “Next time the outfit is a surprise. I don’t want you to see it until I’m ready for you to see it.”

Beth stood again and lifted her left thigh, resting the bottom of her heeled shoe on Stephen’s leg. She unclasped the garters and removed the stocking. Beth stretched it out and ran it under Stephen’s nose. She did this as a tease, for she knew how much he loved her scent. She smelled so good. She draped the stocking across his chest, kissed him on the lips, and walked away from him. She left him wanting again.

Now Stephen was shrouded in darkness and in a level of bondage he had never experienced before. It now excited him. What else could she have planned for him? He was no longer afraid, but anxious, anxious for he anticipated the removal of his restraints. How he would take control of his queen.

He sat in darkness. Patient. Aroused. Engorged. When he heard her walk to him, he could feel her confidence. Beth bent down again and Stephen could feel her breath on his chest. He could feel the breath move up his chest to his neck and into his ear. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Goose bumps rose on his arms and legs. She stood once more and began to dance, this time with more enthusiasm. Beth was all over him, bumping and grinding.

He felt a new pair of stockings made of silk against his leg. Beth was not wearing panties with this outfit either. Actually, there was barely anything to this outfit. There was a bra. It was soft and lacy. Stephen thought he possibly felt a garter belt. He was rock hard again!. It was beginning to ache. He needed release! Soon!

After about five minutes more of straining against the handcuffs, Stephen felt Beth peel his shorts off. She straddled him and played with is cock. Tracing it with the tips of her fingers, finding every ridge and every vein that popped out. She began to stroke his balls and gave a gentle squeeze to his shaft. Beth moved closer and rubbed the head of his cock on her love button. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She went to his ear, again, only a breath away. She whispered, “I’m going to release you now. Before I do, I want you to remember to control yourself. Keep your hands to yourself until you feel me around your cock. You must keep the blindfold on until I take you in my mouth.” He agreed with his fingers crossed, fully intending on not adhering to her demands.

Beth removed the bonds and his shirt. She knelt before him and gave another gentle stroke and bowed her head to his cock taking it all the way into her mouth. She sucked him in. Taking hold of his balls. His dropped back in relief, but relief was not coming quick enough. This really felt good to Stephen. However, this was not what he wanted. He said he wanted her now. She asked, “Are you telling me what to do?”

He begged. He pleaded. She thought for a moment and knew it was time to reward him for his good behavior.

Stephen knelt down behind Beth and placed his hands on her perfectly round ass. He leaned in, extended his tongue, making contact with her swollen clit. She quivered beneath his control. He felt his power, his control, being restored. When this realization took place, Stephen pulled away.

“Baby? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Beth asked inquisitively.
“No, Beth....It isn’t. Something about this isn’t right. I need to fix it.” Stephen replied.

With that she looked back at her lover with a knowing deep within her. He stood and took hold of his rock hard penis. He stepped into his bent over queen. With a single fluid motion, Stephen entered Beth’s hot, wet quim. She yelped loudly. He grabbed hold of her waist and began to thrust deeply. Filling Beth. Taking her to heights of ecstasy she had only dreamed of. He was pushing deeper and deeper with his rocking. Stephen bent down and whispered into Beth’s ear.

“Did you like being in control, Baby?”
“Yes! Oh Yes!” Escaped from her lips.
“Well I hope you liked it because you need to be punished for being so mean to me”
“Oh, Baby, I’m Sorry!”
“Sorry isn’t going to cover it, Beth!”

He continued to piston his rock hard cock in and out of her pussy. Beth continued to whimper and moan.

“I think you need to be spanked.”
“Oh Yeah, Baby! Slap my ass! Please slap my ass!”

His grip on her ass tightened. Kneading her ass, his finger tips digging into the flesh of her soft ass. He was pounding away with reckless abandon, pushing her hard into the couch. Beth was weak. Her knees shook beneath her as she received him. Her master was always in control except for that brief moment where he had built up enough trust in his love to relinquish control to her. It was at this moment when he regained what was his. The laws of nature commanded it. Stephen drew his hand back and swept it down across the fleshy bottom of Beth’s ass. Crack!

“Oh My God!” She screamed.
“You like that, Baby? You like when I slap your ass? Don’t you? You misbehave because you know that I will give a spanking. Don’t you?”
“Oh God Yes! Yes Baby! YES!”
Crack!

In the flickering firelight, Stephen could see the red handprints on Beth’s ass. He continued to pound into her pussy. It was so hot. She clinched her muscles tight around his cock. It felt exquisite to both of the lovers. They moved in and out, in and out. She reached between her legs to caress his balls as they slapped against her swollen clit. Crack!

“Don’t Touch!” He warned. “You haven’t earned that pleasure yet. Keep your hands to yourself lest I restrain you the way you restrained me, deny you the ability to touch.”
“Oh, Baby! I’m so sorry! You are so big, Baby! It fills me up so good!”

With that Stephen pushed harder and harder. He felt it brewing deep within him. This climax was coming for both of them. He could not hold back any longer. Stephen went as far as he could go, causing Beth to stand on her tiptoes, making her a little off balance on her feet. It was at that moment that Stephen exploded, shooting volley after volley of cum deep within Beth’s hot pussy. He heard her yell with her teeth clinched tightly shut. She reached back and took hold of his hand and brought it around to her breast where he squeezed and pinched her nipple as she cried out in pleasure.
Stephen slumped over onto Beth as they collapsed on the floor in between the couch and the fireplace. Still hard and inside her, Stephen enveloped Beth in his arms. Thus conveying to her that yes, she had been naughty, but he still loved her and wished to protect her from the evils of the world. He kissed her neck and pulled his cock from her sex. He rolled Beth over to gaze into her eyes and bent to kiss her on the lips. Their tongues meeting briefly, he cradled her in his arms and hoisted her.

Stephen carried Beth in his arms through the house, the living room to the foyer, the foyer to the kitchen, the Kitchen past the master bathroom and into the Grande Suite. Once into the bedroom of the large abode, Stephen laid Beth upon sheets of Egyptian cotton, not letting her head rest without his hand behind it. His queen had been punished for her misjudgment, and they had both been rewarded. It was time again for him to worship his queen, his everything. With that, the two souls made love as equals until the sun rose in the early morning over the desert.