Afternoon with a Dominatrix

It had been a very long week and he had been very distracted. Her need for him had grown until she felt she could no longer contain her desire. So she began to scheme….
He dashed out the door to run an errand and she gave him a nonchalant peck on the mouth. “See you soon, my love”, she cooed.
But once his car had pulled out of the driveway she became like a woman possessed. She hopped in the shower and polished every inch of her body. Dripping wet, she dashed into the kitchen to grab a cold beer out the fridge. On impulse, she popped on a “Pink” cd and cranked the volume up to the maximum level. The house reverberated with a hard, dirty beat and her body took up the rhythm.
Reaching into her box of dress-ups, she chose a leather and latex number. Opening up a bag which she rarely used, she grabbed a whip and handcuffs.
Once dressed, she teased her hair into a wild frenzy and applied the darkest maroon lipstick she could find. Surveying herself in the mirror, she was pleased with the result; Definitely a complete transformation from the elegant lady of an hour ago.
As car pulled back into the driveway, she zipped up her black leather boots and took her position on a stool, waiting for him with whip and cuffs in hand.
He walked through the door and couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. His ears were assaulted by the steady, deep beat of drums and bass guitar and it took a moment for his mind to register that the steely vamp sitting high on a stool in his lounge room was his wife.
There was no mistaking the purposeful look in her eyes.
“Come here and sit down”, she commanded. He obeyed. She secured his hands behind him so that he was powerless and proceeded to remove his trousers. In any other circumstances, this might have been an insult but in these her control was a powerful drug. She looked so hot in the tight leather with her breasts bulging out of the top. His arousal was painfully obvious to her and she allowed the smallest smile to escape her vixen-like lips.
What followed was an interplay of control and response as she blindfolded him-freezing that image in his head and forcing him to rely on his other senses.
It suddenly became very quiet. He could feel her warm breath hovering over his manhood. Without warning, she took the full length of his manhood in her mouth and sucked with such force that it almost took his breath away. As she continued to engulf the full length of him over and over he could feel himself about to lose control. And then she stopped.
He sat there for a moment panting. He could hear the refrigerator door opening and closing. Then there was a dribble of something cold and sweet-smelling over his chest and into his crotch. She followed the trail licking up all the liquid and dwelling on his nipples and balls.
As the sweet smell came closer, he felt a large breast and nipple being forced into his mouth. “Eat this!”, she demanded. His hungry mouth devoured it but then it was withdrawn.
He sat there wishing for the full freedom to have hands free to grab her and pull her into him. She caught him fiddling with the handcuffs and he felt a reprimanding whip across this thighs. He sat there wondering what was next- completely at her mercy.
He could barely believe it when the next thing he felt was her knees on his knees and a warm pussy being lowered onto his hard cock. God, she was wet!
Whip in hand, she demanded his thrusting and commanded the depth and speed of his strokes.
She fucked him mercilessly and he could tell from her breathing and moans that she was very close to coming. Sure enough, she lifted her pussy to his mouth, standing on the chair and grabbing his hair to force his mouth deeper into her.
When she had taken all she could, she untied him and led him to the couch. Bending over, she guided his pulsing rod into her arse and with great pleasure came within minutes. Pulling out, he came all over her and they lay together spent and satisfied.