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Question for Day 9: If you could take control, what would you do with your partner?
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Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I
get to be in control, Sir?”
“Yes, téa.”
She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”
“As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to
understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive,
it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”
She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring
at the thought.
Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how
you will use that knowledge tonight.”
Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers,
Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”
He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her
ear, “Dominate me.”
She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers with her
excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first
instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay
them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”
He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands.
She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her
lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his
head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly
and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black
blindfold.
“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she
purred.
A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that
he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring
ceremony.
“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above
your head.”
“On my back or stomach, téa?”
She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your
back, Sir.”
He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with
masculine grace.
Brie bit her lip. Where
to begin?
She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he
have ever expected they would be used in this way?
Probably
not…
Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair,
feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart
raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open
and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected
turn-on for her.
Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the
chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she
commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses
across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.
But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to
them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses
and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to
her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and
pulled away.
“I know what I want,” she announced. Brie left the chair and
went to the kitchen to get a large strawberry from the pantry. The thought of
feeding it to Sir made her quiver inside.
Brie returned and straddled him again, this time pressing
herself against his hardening cock. “Open your mouth, Sir.”
He did so immediately.
Such a
good Master… she thought, warming up to her new role.
