From Confidence to Submission

Strong. Statuesque. Ageless with grace
But a light-hearted facade that well hid her sage
Wisdom of men and how they can be snared
By a sexual assassin. Only visual weapons bared
He overlooks sleight of hand and the misleading tricks
As she uses his urges to imprison his sex.

We met in a bar when I spilt wine on her dress.
I apologised profusely, though I must confess
That when I saw what I'd done I got an instant erection
Then instinctively cupped myself to prevent her detection.
She laughed down at my shame but I saw her aroused
As I watched Pinot Noir soak into her blouse.

Her quick anger softened and we began conversation
She was there for the taking and I had inclination
As her flirting ways stroked me on such a subtle level
That I took her for an innocent and not a clever devil
Who could use my love of curves and softness of skin
To manoeuvre my thoughts into her world of sin.

I walked her to her door at her playful request
But was soon in her home and down to my vest
As she insisted I took off my wine-soaked white shirt
And all the time, she continued to flirt.
She bolted her door but I didn't hear
From back in her kitchen hunting round for a beer.

She came out of her bedroom and into the lounge
In a long silken dress, a Japanese gown.
She'd changed out of her own sodden transparent attire
But her flowing silk gown just fed my desire.
She told me I looked like a picture of Conan.
It wasn't the analogy that I would have chosen!

Briefly back in her bedroom she continued her blarney.
“Here put on these cuffs. You'll look just like Arnie.”
Twas my ego secured them so tight round my wrists.
And delighted she danced me in flustering twists
Until giddy, I fell back upon her settee
Where she proceeded to run her hand up past my knee.

Her confident touch found my sensitive crotch
But I felt vulnerable now so I looked for my watch
As I made my excuses. I wanted to go
So she sat on my lap. I sensed her power grow
And weakened by drink and hormonal barrage
She turned the screw further by applying massage

When she ran round behind me to loosen my shoulder
My strength leaking away only making her bolder.
Resting my head back I'm confused now what followed
Hardness under my chin! That bitch! I'd been collared!!
I threw back my hands to stop her in her tracks
She just clipped wrists to collar and spoke a wry “thanks”.

My head was pushed back by my leather-bound neck
I felt my legs tied but couldn't look to check.
I tried to lean forward with no hands to grope
But the collar was anchored with some sort of rope.
She shortened the rope, which pulled my neck back
Thus stretching my body open up for attack.

Arched over on the sofa she cut off my pants.
Then ran her thumb over her prize of a glans.
Tying my balls off, one to each side
They were trapped out in the open with nowhere to hide.
She alternated stroking with a series of pinches
'Til she basked in the triumph of a teak-hard eight inches.

She teased and denied me for quite a long time
And nothing could stop her, not even my crying.
I thought she was innocent and in need of my help
But this siren transformed me, a quivering whelp.
Still shaking with need she kept open my sex
With a bar that extended 'tween the top of my legs.

The chin wedge was removed and the rope was released
And I fell off the sofa and onto my knees
Where my face met her sex now soaking with want
As she pulled my dry tongue, right into her font.
So desperate was I that my hips started rocking
As my sex sought sensation between her legs formed in stockings.

My mounting desire tasted nylon caress
Until her legs parted, just seconds to a mess
My shaking frustration just enhanced her pleasure
As she strapped my head to her, to get some more pressure.
With both my hands trapped I had no relaxation
'Til she was sated (or my tongue died in action)

Pushing me away I had no strength to beg
Yet once more I found myself humping her leg
With her stockings so soft and my need so abhorrent
All that I knew was the raging caged TORRENT
Of a climax I sought but my Mistress denied me
Until she saw fit or until she untied me.

She pulled back to forestall me but at last I could see
Strong legs placed apart, my sight fixed on her V
Hands placed on hips in dominant pose
There were very sharp thorns on this beautiful rose.
I would suffer those barbs for a scent of this flower
Transformed as I was by the exchange of power.
And in framing that thought, in my new sublimation
My Torrents broke jail with no stimulation.

Still joyful with fear as I make my way home
My freedom has gone. My sex no longer roams.
I can't even jack off. That's under strict veto
By a CB two thousand only she has the key to.
A well endowed man with his best asset in prison
My rampant sex harnessed by this warrior vixen.