Evelyn smiled as she looked at her guest room. De-ja-vu anyone? She chuckled softly to herself. Was it just yesterday that I stood in this room planning his punishment for all he'd done in my classroom? Did he really think I wouldn't notice the paint, chair, or rug? That man… She slowly turned, taking in the details of the room. The heavy dark green drapes were still closed, tie-backs hanging loosely from their hooks. Privacy is key, isn't it? The hunter green walls provided a lovely contrast to the bright white PVC pipes that criss-crossed the floor and ceiling, rising up in the center of the room in a 4- foot pedestal with an 8-inch diameter. Metal fasteners were located waist high from the floor and just past ankle distance from the center post. "This is a thing of beauty. An absolute wonder." She fluffed the large cushions that lay at the base of the pedestal. Turning to the wrought-iron canopy bed, she checked the sheets and pillows once more. Lacey throw pillows and an elegant pale green and white embroidered quilt in a BDSM playroom; a tad ironic I do believe. Laughing to herself again, she checked the hidden leather restraints. Perfect.
Looking at her watch, Evelyn thought - time to try this again. Leather and Lace is ready to come out and play. She headed to her bedroom for a shower and to change. By the time Dean arrived, she would be ready to play.
Dean parked his motorcycle in the garage and locked all of the doors. The lights in the house were all off. Where could she be? Cautiously he walked through the house. This feels familiar. This feels eerily like last night. As he approached the stairs he could see a dim light coming from the guest room. She planned a surprise that we never got to enjoy. Oh, my… Taking a deep breath, he continued on quietly. "Never try to sneak up on your Goddess." Her voice came from the darkness behind him, the only warning he had before a paddle collided with his ass. Dean smothered a surprised yelp. "You walk in this house, sub?" Dean dropped to his hands and knees on the carpet, ready to obey her next command. "Tsk, tsk. I thought I'd trained you better." Dean lowered his head and raised his backside for another swat, which Evelyn promptly delivered. Walking past him she ordered, "Crawl."
As she entered the guest room, Dean saw his Goddess was wearing her Leather and Lace apparel. Those thigh-high boots…the black lace body suit…no crotch…the way her body welcomes mine…WHAT IN THE HELL?! When Dean first crossed the threshold of the guestroom, he felt a bit unnerved. Evelyn turned to him and raised one eyebrow. "Trust me, Dean. Just trust me." She spoke softly. Bowing his head and swallowing hard, he nodded and crawled to the pedestal. Evelyn waited patiently. "When you are ready, strip." She closed the door and dimmed the lights. Wordlessly, Dean stripped off his clothes. Evelyn attached leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles, placing a chain loosely around his waist. "I am going to put your clothes in the hamper. When you are ready, hook yourself to the pedestal." Dean heard the door open. Memories began to swirl in his mind. He fought them back. He punched the pillow at the base of the pedestal. Drawing a deep breath, he tucked the pillow beneath his knees and hooked his ankles to the pipes. He attached the chains at his waist. He rolled his head from side to side before hooking his left wrist and then his right. His eyes closed. Were those feathers?
Evelyn dropped Dean's work uniform in the hamper and raced back to the guest room, not wanting to leave him alone for more than a few seconds. She closed the door and observed him silently. He attached himself, rolled his head, and closed his eyes. He is so determined. My man is tough. My man? Where did that come from? Not wanting to investigate that train of thought, she picked up her latest toy, a brand-new feather duster. Wonder if he'll remember this? Walking up behind the restrained man, the dominatrix trailed the feathers across the back of his right thigh, across his buttocks, and down his left thigh. Watching goosebumps rise on his skin, she repeated the trail over and over, watching him relax. Tucking the duster in to a hole in the pedestal, she let the feathers rest between his thighs so they ticked both his thighs and his ball sack. She whispered, "Interesting feeling?"
"Yes, mistress."
Before he finished his answer, Evelyn struck his ass with the paddle she now wheedled in her hand. Dean's body jerked forward from the unexpected blow, causing him to rock against the feathers. When he moved back, she struck again. Unable to help himself, Dean thrust against the friction of the feathers and rocked back into the strike of the paddle. Evelyn watched his ass pink from her punishment. "You seem to be enjoying this a bit too much, sub." she whispered.
"Yes, mistress." he groaned.
"This is a punishment, sub." she reminded him.
"Yes, mistress." he agreed, hips thrust back as if he were waiting for another swat from a paddle.
Evelyn caressed the curve of his hip with her left hand, knowing that he couldn't see her right hand the way she was standing. "Are you ready to try something new?" She asked softly.
Dean looked over his shoulder at her. "I am ready for anything with you." She held up the bottle of lube. He looked from the bottle to her face and back. "Anything with you." he repeated. Evelyn leaned forward to kiss Dean. While their tongues were entwined, he felt the wet splash land on the top of his seam. Her fingers soon followed, caressing and sliding the gel around the area. Dean clutched the fasteners on the pedestal as her finger rimmed his rosette. Breaking off the kiss, Evelyn asked, "Virgin area?" He nodded. He heard the buzzing and felt a vibration against his back. "Your prostate is about to love me." she whispered. Kissing him hard, she pressed the vibrating bullet against his opening. He clenched and then forced himself to relax. Evelyn pushed the bullet inside slowly until it simply popped in place. Dean's back suddenly arched. He bit his bottom lip. The feeling, Oh Dear Lord, the feeling! What was that? It was intense… sudden… spiraling upward and out of control! "You are not allowed to come, Sub. Remember, I own you. I own your body. I own your come." Evelyn snarled in his ear. Dean fought the feeling. It was so hard! Her hands were on his cock. What now? NO! NO! Not a cock ring! Dean looked down at himself. He could see how swollen he looked, purple and angry, but unable to come. Evelyn grabbed the hair at the top of his head, pulling his face back to stare into his eyes. "I told you that I own your come. This is a punishment, dearie. Doesn't it feel like one now?" Dean swallowed hard and nodded. Evelyn caressed his throat. "Give me an accounting of your wrongs. What have you learned?"
"You… You are in… You are in control." He swallowed hard again. "You know what is best." His arms were shaking. "I serve you." He tightened his grip on the pedestal. "Speak when spoken to. Don't take liberties." Dean's legs were trembling. "My Goddess is ex…exceptional."
"Damn straight." Evelyn unhooked Dean's arms. "You will unhook yourself and follow me." she ordered, walking over to the bed. Dean scrambled to follow her directions with his trembling fingers. "Kneel in the center, hands on the canopy." Once Dean was there, Evelyn strapped his hands to the wrought iron. Nipping his ear, she whispered, "Trust me." She slipped a lace blindfold over his eyes. Dean knew he could still see through it, that she was easing him into the toy. He closed his eyes and nodded. Evelyn caressed his ass and sack. "My sub pleases me." Dean could hear her moving around. He felt her drape her legs over his thighs. Then he heard a humming sound. Something began pulsing near his cock. He cracked open his eyes. Evelyn was draped across his thighs, plunging a vibrator in and out of her pussy! She was staring at his face, slamming the toy into herself, looking for a reaction from him. What the hell? Dean couldn't help it, he began to rock back and forth. No toy could do what he was capable of doing! Certainly not in the state he was in! His cock was a dark, veiny purple, almost dancing as it throbbed with need. Evelyn whispered, "I think you are peeking." Dean groaned his confession. "No fear of the blindfold?"
"Just need you." He bit his lip. "Please, mistress."
Evelyn continued to use her toy with one hand while reaching for Dean's cock ring with the other. "If I set you free, you've learned your lesson?" Dean nodded. "Fuck me." she ordered dropping the ring and toy. Dean clutched the canopy that he was still attached to. Evelyn slid closer as Dean rared back, slamming inside of her waiting body and exploded. Evelyn screamed as she came. Thank goodness she came, too. Dean's head lolled to his shoulder. Weakly, Dean's goddess pulled herself up enough to release his restraints. "I guess we're staying right here for a little while." she mumbled as he collapsed on top of her.