Free From Seduction to Submission by R.R. Greaves

stood there, cuffed for his pleasure and at his mercy. While perched on her highest Christian Laboutin pumps and her slender calves encased in her seamed stockings, she must have presented a delectable sight to her …her… what was he, she wondered? He was not her lover. He was really not even a friend with benefits— yet.
    She put that question to the back of her mind as she pictured the scene: him in his black leather trousers , his bulging erection trying to break free from its buttery leather prison. Her standing in her finest lingerie, panties stretched tightly across her hairless vulva. Blindfolded. Hands cuffed behind her back, locked in a steely embrace. He took in her beauty and then played it. He played her body, controlling it like a conductor controls an orchestra— not forcing her to do anything she was not prepared to do. But in response to the skilful manipulation of his nimble fingers, her body produced beautiful music.
    She pictured him looking at her white satin panties, imagining the first trace of moisture showing through as her excitement built. Then her hardened nipples pushing against the smooth satin cups of her expensive bra as his ministrations slowly brought her towards her crescendo . Building her up— taking her to the edge before bringing her back down again. Each time taking her higher, but then skillfully bringing her back from the precipice. She knew that she must have been presenting a sight that no normal man would have been able to resist, but Sir James was certainly no normal man. He was totally controlling her, dominating her in every way, and she was allowing him to do it. She was craving it then, and she was craving it now. What had he done to her in the short period since he ingratiated himself into her life?
    She had been reduced to a helpless sex slave, simply living for his attention, willing to be subjugated to meet his perverted desires. How perverted was he, she wondered? How could she be his sex slave when he had not even had sex with her? Even as she craved it from him, he would not do it. What was the game he was playing? He w as a perfect gentleman in every way- albeit self-confident and somewhat arrogant.
    He did nothing that she did not welcome. Sure he had control issues , but Natalie found it was those exact behaviors that excited her the most. It was his willingness to take total control of her that she found so exciting. While initially reticent, she was now looking forward to the opportunity of handing total control over to him, to simply being the instrument upon which he could play. The question was– Did she have any real control left to give?
    She pushed Big Black into her open pussy until she felt the balls slap against her perineum, and the thought of being on her knees in front of Sir James with her hands cuffed behind her back filled her mind. He was ordering her to use her mouth to free his hard cock and give it the attention it deserved, and she was going to do her level best to obey him. Those thoughts continued to consume her as she pumped Big Black slowly… deliberately altering his angle of attack as she pictured Sir James looking down upon her, his hand wrapped in a handful of her hair as he rubbed his bulging crotch in her face.
    She knew she would be sore in the morning , but she no longer cared. Sir James had already seen to her nipples and butt, and now she was going to finish the trifecta by using Big Black to finish the job with her aching pussy. She had to satisfy this burning desire, and so with her mind in overdrive, she gradually increased the tempo. She was thrusting her big black dildo into herself, withdrawing it until the bulbous head just slipped out of her lips before slamming back in until she felt the slap of the balls. She could almost smell the leather of Sir James’ trousers and taste the pre-cum that she was sure she would be sucking from his rampant member.
    As she came , she let out a wail like a woman possessed, afraid she