He then took in the room. His eyes widening as he gazed at the assortment of chains, whips, paddles, clamps along the walls.
Laughing, I pulled him over to a bench, shaped like a cross, with restraints.
“This is pretty much all I will need to use today,” I told him.
“Really?”
I shrugged, “You already know what my plans are,” slightly avoiding the question.
The rooms included a bathroom, so I delightedly watched Mike strip and shower.
It was the first time I had done that without jumping in with him, and I could see his submissive persona starting to appear as he was observed. Washing himself to my instructions.
I dried him myself and led him to the cross.
This was Mike’s final chance to back out, but I knew by now he would not. Mike is no coward.
Taking a deep breath, he sat on the centre of the cross and then swung his legs into position, before lying down.
I leaned over and kissed him passionately, but gently.
Kissed him until his was restless on the padded surface.
“I would very much like to use your body for my pleasure,” I whispered against his lips.
“Please, Mistress.”
“No safe word.”
“No safe word,” he agreed, “do what you want with me.”
I felt a pulse of heat between my legs.
How long have I wanted to have a beautiful man under my control say that to me?
Do what you want with me!
Hell to the yes!
The first thing I did was fasten a safety strap around Mike’s waist. This would be removed once he was secure, but it meant that he could not topple off the table.
Then, running my hands down the insides of this thighs, I spread him fully open along the leg rests.
The cross was very slightly raised at the head, so Mike could see my every movement. He watched, eyes wide, lips parted, and as I started to strap him down his breathing became shallower and faster.
By the time his legs were secured from ankles to thighs (small cushions under his knees for comfort) the nerves were showing.
I stood between his widely spread legs, where his balls were hanging vulnerable in front of me, and his dick was semi active, like him unsure of whether pleasure or pain was going to occur.
Mike didn’t know what to do with his hands at this point, so he alternated between gripping the bench, gripping his hair, and reaching for me.
I smiled and massaged his firm thighs, which trembled more the closer I came to his manhood.
Then I lowered my head and took him into my mouth.
Mike pushed himself up enough to brush my hair, but I murmured a warning sound, and he gripped his own instead.
I licked, kissed, and teased him into full arousal and then let him drop from my mouth. His cock bouncing against his flat stomach, already heaving in desire.
“Please,” Mike whispered, as I walked around the cross.
Saying nothing I took his right hand and moved his arm into position along the supports. Quickly strapping him down at wrist, forearm, straining biceps, and the top of the arm.
Grinning at him and feeling on top of the world I released the safety strap around his middle, giving myself full view and access to his toned chest, abs, and stomach.
Mike is strong, but slender so he was not in danger of falling and had plenty of spare width in the supports.
He now had twelve straps pinning down three of his limbs and was effectively as helpless as he had ever been.
I was so aroused by the sight of him, I was amazed not to be squelching as I walked.
However, the look in Mike’s eyes as I walked around for his left arm was fear. It was getting a bit real and he was more than nervous now.
I squeezed his hand and he looked up at me, eyes wide, before gripping my hand and pulling it to his chest.
I allowed him to hold my palm against himself for comfort, as I smoothed my right hand through his hair and gently tugged his head back a little, claiming his lips.
I kissed him slowly, but lightly. Brushing against his lips, licking him. Pressing and retreating slightly. Moving over his face and neck. Until he was restless again and distracted.
Still holding him steady, I pulled my left hand free and stroked my fingers down his slim, hard body. His hips jerked involuntarily as I bypassed his leaking cock and gently cradled his balls.
Now I kissed deeper as I massaged him, gently squeezing, and tugging just a little, and soon Mike was begging into my mouth, his hand now stroking my hair.
“Please, Mistress. Oh God, please,” he panted.
Smiling, but saying nothing, I moved his left arm into position and quickly strapped him down.
Mike tested the restraints, but it was clear that he was going nowhere, and he was quivering head to foot as I kissed him again and then started to work my way down his body.
All this firm, smooth flesh for me to nip, and lick and caress.
Exposed, and helpless, and damp with nerves.
Mike moaned as I sucked and licked his nipples. He had told me when we first started our adventures that nipple play didn’t do anything for him, but I had proved him wrong.
His torso flexed and writhed beneath my lips and hands as I slowly travelled down.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, please Mistress, touch me.”
“I am touching you,” I said, nipping his hip bone.
“Please, Oh!” Mike broke off on a gasp as I kissed the tip of his cock, barely making contact.
Then gave a grunt of frustration as I moved my hands and lips back down to his thighs, just letting my hair trail over his stomach and cock like silken temptation.
“For fucks sake!”
I grinned. I didn’t care about Mike’s curses this evening. He was my toy. Fully restrained, with no control. I was not rushing this.
I teased Mike’s thighs and balls, with licks and massage until it looked like he may be thinking about softening.
Then I kissed the tip of his cock again, before running my tongue up the length of him.
Mike moaned, and he tried to thrust upwards, but the strapping prevented his movement. He could only writhe.
I pressed soft kisses back down his shaft, before returning to his balls.
Cock to balls and back.
Over and over with the softest of kisses and licks, until Mike was sobbing.
Trying to make a deal with me.
“Just suck me and I’ll do this… Just let me cum and I’ll do that…Please!”
I gripped Mike firmly and ran my fist up his length. Gathering pre-cum on my fingers and then casually licking it off.
Mike was panting. Looking up at me pleadingly.
This man.
Bound, helpless, desperate.
Spread-eagled and vulnerable.
I grinned and pressed a kiss to his trembling stomach.
Edged beyond tolerance, and I was barely warmed up.
“Please,” he begged again.
“Okay,” I agreed suddenly, and took his base in my hand, his cock in my mouth and started to work him.
Mike was taken by surprise at my change in tactic, as I used my mouth and tongue to caress and suck at him.
His orgasm started to build quickly, and then he started to panic.
“I’m cumming, Oh God, Mistress please wait. Fuck. Oh No! Please stop,” it all came out in a jumble as he remembered what would happen after he had cum.
I leant over him. Cradling his balls and gently massaging with my right hand.
Fisting his cock in my left and sucking for all I was worth.
If there was ever a time to impersonate a vacuum cleaner, this was it!