Virgin Domme

She heard the car roll up the driveway and come to a stop. Looked at the clock.. 8.58. Punctual, this was a good start.

She was nervous about what would happen when he was inside, offering himself to her, hers to abuse. The relationship they had once had, a vague memory. Two different people, another life, an illusion.

Now she held the power, there were no barriers for him now. He was driven to serve her and the past was irrelevant.

Everything was in place at this moment for the next chapter. His surrender. She was ready. The candles lit. Props carefully arranged. The cuffs and chains, the gag, the tight rubber hood, her beautiful glass strap on, his collar. The scene was set.

She opened the door as she heard his footsteps come to a stop outside, stood aside as he came into the hall and locked the door behind him. He had come, delivered himself into her hands. Succombed to her power.

He looked nervous, taking in first the high patent shoes, the sheer stockings ending at pale strong thighs,tight buckled corset, swelling cleavage. He could not bring his eyes up to meet hers, instead looked to the ground as she led him by the hand upstairs to the dimly lit bedroom to meet his fate.

Pushing him onto the bed she handed him a small glass containing a clear solution.

"Drink." She told him.

He took the glass and swallowed the liquid quickly.

"Undress." She told him.

He began to remove his clothes, sitting at the edge of the bed, still looking at the floor. As he undressed, she dangled the gag before his downcast eyes, pulled the chains and gently rattled them.

"You're here to serve ME now." She said. "You were drawn here by my power over you, unable to resist my control. The drug will soon take effect and you will be powerless, restrained and at my mercy."

His head now began to droop as the drug took hold of his consciousness.

"Your wrists." She said "Give yourself to me."

He lifted his wrists to her, palms up and she slowly lowered the cuffs over his hands and adjusted them to his wrists and locked them in place. Pushing him backwards onto the bed she turned him over easily onto his stomach and grabbed him by the hair as she brought the gag over his face then fastened it tightly. Restricted by the gag, his breath quickened and grew heavy.

The chains already attached securely to the bedposts, she linked them to the cuffs and moving slowly down his body, brushing herself against him, she cuffed him at the ankles, legs wide apart and chained them at each side of the bed. Climbing onto him, his skin now hot to the touch and moist with sweat, her legs tightly gripping him around the waist, she pulled his head up, grabbing his chin from behind and taking the rubber hood, gripping his throat as it stretched onto his head and over his face.

Still straddling him, she gripped his shoulders and slowly began to draw her nails down his back, making him whimper and push his face into the pillow, his arms shifting slightly as he felt his own helplessness, the cold metal cuffs digging into his wrists. She bit his neck and shoulders hard scratching him down his sides, then turned her body and began to scratch the cheeks of his ass, the backs of his legs, still gripping him between her thighs. She felt his body begin to loosen beneath her, warm and alive but barely moving, relaxed now within her restraints.

She carefully pulled on her long, latex gloves and pushing open his ass cheeks, she slowly sucked her finger and pushed it hard into him. He gasped but showed no resistance, his body loose and sensitive to each motion as she stretched him open to insert two more, rocking him back and forth as he moaned faintly and rocked back against her.

Climbing down from the bed she took her leather strap and pulled it on. She held the cool glass dildo and with one foot raised onto the bed she forced it inside herself, sliding it further in, as she lubricated it with her warm dripping pussy. Attached to her now with the strap, she spread his ass open again and glided its length slowly inside him, pushing as far as she could go and feeling him buckling beneath her, hearing his muffled moans and feeling close to coming herself as she realised her complete power over him. She fucked him hard, lifting his ass to penetrate him fully, to possess him completely until she felt the spasm of his climax and drove his face further into the pillow as the gag choked his cries.

She felt exhilirated, glorious to have conquered that which she desired and straddling him once more she began to rub her clit feverishly, overcome with narcissistic desire, until she quivered into climax, writhing against his ass and smearing her hot come across the cheeks, feeling it oozing from her like molten lava. She reached across and peeled the hood from his face, releasing the warm scent of his sweat mingled with the rubber. Then kneeling at the edge of the bed, she released him from the gag and grabbed the back of his hair lifting his head to gaze intensely into his eyes.

"You're my whore now. I possess you." She said.

"You will serve me without question because that is your fate."

Returning her gaze and still catching his breath, he replied

"Yes mistress. Have me. I am yours."

With that she removed the collar from it's box, pulled it tightly around this throat,turning the key with an audible click. She lit a cigarett from a candle flame before blowing it out and sat at the edge of the bed, watching him as he fell unconscious where he lay, face down on the bed.