Owen emerged from the bathroom, teeth brushed, basic needs met, and freshly showered, a towel slung low on his hips. The sun was beginning its twilight descent, sending out orangey gold rays across the lake outside his Bungalow. He was expecting to find Claire dosing as she had showered first and he assumed she was well satiated from their earlier fun. Instead he found her sitting on his side of the bed in some sort of black lace romper that made his cock instantly twitch.

"Aren't you tired?" he asked.

"Yes." she responded simply. "But I want to try something first. I think it's my turn."

"I thought it just was your turn." He countered.

"No." she replied. "I want to be the one in control now."

Owen stiffened. He was always the one in the dominant role when he had played these games with other women. He also didn't really want to explain to her that at this particular moment that the submissive was really the one in control when things were done properly. He was comfortable with the roles the way they were.

"I don't do submissive." He responded.

"Generally nor do I." She retorted. "But with you it's different and I like it. Now I want to try the reverse."

Owen let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She was right things were different with them. Claire did already control him in so many ways that he figured she wasn't even fully aware of. He might even enjoy this. If you could swallow his masculine pride long enough to let her take the reins.

"Ok." He relinquished. "What do you want me to do?"

"Naked, middle of the bed, on your back, hands over your head, Now." She directed without hesitation. When he hesitated, she followed it with a growled "Grady.."

Owen let the towel drop to floor and complied with his minx's wishes. Despite their earlier activities, his cock was already semi hard and starting to stand at attention.

He fluffed the pillow under his head and settled in as Claire had requested, trying to ensure his own comfort, figuring she might have him like this for a while.

Claire smirked a little, obviously happy about his compliance. She grabbed the fabric tote full of restraints, moving it to within her reach, and then stopped and looked around.

"Hmm," she hummed "the mitts definitely aren't going to fit your big hands. But I don't want you feeling like you can escape. Oh, I know." She stated.

Claire turned and began to rifle through the clean pile of laundry that was waiting to be put away next to Owen's dresser. She procured a handful of his cotton boxers. Doubling them up she wrapped two pairs each over his hands, followed by an appropriate sized cuff that she buckled onto each of his wrists, taking care to position the buckles to the outside of wrists. She then wrapped a silk tie around both his wrists, binding them together and used a second to attach him to the eye hook secured into the stud in the wall between the mattress and the head board. She left him enough length to move slightly to adjust position, but that was about it.

"Do you think you can get loose?" She asked.

"Nope." He responded. Not without significant injury he thought to himself. "You're a quick study." He complimented.

"Good." She replied. "Now roll over, on your knees, ass in their air."

"Ah, not into that." He cautioned.

"I'll decide what you're into." Claire retorted. "Trust me, right?"

"Yeah." He relinquished nervously, rolling over in the restraints and positioning as instructed. Owen definitely was feeling exposed.

"Why do you have so many different size cuffs by the way?" she asked, curious.

"Well you know, calves, thighs, arms, I get creative." He answered.

"Really?" Claire responded quizzically.

"Well yeah, it's not like I'm doing dudes in my spare time." He joked. "Some different sized girls, at times I haven't been so picky."

That earned him a sharp spank on his upturned ass from Claire's flat hand. It stung a little but made his cock jump more. Ok maybe he did like this, at least from Claire. He definitely enjoyed pushing her buttons, but then again he already knew that.

"Keep it up Grady and I'll shut that smart mouth of yours." Claire retorted.

Owen debated about giving her a snarky combat but decided to hold his tongue and see what Claire was planning next.

He felt her move behind him and push his knees further apart. He stiffened, still concerned about his current position. He heard the unmistakable sound of liquid being squirted from a bottle and stiffened again.

"Trust." soothed Claire. She had thought about going for his hole but decided to respect his boundaries in this case, at least for now, plus she wasn't entirely sure she really wanted to go there anyway. What she did do was rub the liquid, which was a high quality liquid based massage oil into her hands and then into Owen's muscled buttocks. Owen began to relax, letting out soft groans of pleasure as she rubbed. Every minute or so, she would interrupt her pattern to give him a couple of flat handed sharp slaps to his ass. Owen jumped slightly with each one but judging by his frequent "Oh baby's" was enjoying his treatment. When Claire reached lower to cup and rub his balls in his sac he added a few "Shit that feels incredible".

Claire continued with alternating between massage, ass smacks and testicular stimulation, vastly enjoying her control over her man. It was driving Owen crazy that she hadn't touched his dick yet and Claire knew it.

Finally he said to her "babe I think you're neglecting something."

"What did I tell you about that mouth?" She responded with a smile. Claire had literally been waiting for him to open his mouth. "Roll back over, Now, flat on your back." Owen complied, careful to roll back the same direction from which he came so as to not twist his binds tighter.

Claire went back into the restraint tote, procuring one of the thicker collars. She buckled it around Owen's neck. It fit snug on the last hole. She took another one of the silk ties, looping through the ring at the front of the collar and pulled Owen up to her waiting mouth. She gave him a rather chaste but commanding kiss and then let go of her pressure on the collar so that his head dropped back into the feather pillow. "I like you collared." She remarked. "Like having the dog that you are on a leash."

"Babe, don't you also like me off-leash?" he asked.

"Yes" she admitted "but I like this too. Now about that mouth of yours."

Owen figured he knew what was coming. Sure enough she reached back into the tote and pushed a ball gag into his mouth, buckling it behind his head. Owen grunted a little against it, shifting it with his tongue till it was in a relatively comfortable place in his mouth. Claire had selected a medium sized gag. He only kept the breathe through varieties so that wasn't an issue, but between the pressure on his throat from the thick collar and the ball in his mouth, he was definitely feeling some further loss of control. Claire placed a small hand towel next to the left side of his head. Having never been in this position himself, he always assumed his girls were literally drooling over him. Not that he wouldn't admit to literally drooling over Claire Dearing on more than one occasion, but as he tongued the ball in his mouth he was beginning to realize that you can't control your salivation with a gag in your mouth.

Claire shifted off the bed and moved the tote bag down to his feet. He knew what was coming next and she didn't disappoint cuffing each of his ankles and tying them to the legs of the bed. Claire took a moment to stare down at her handiwork. Having the almighty sex God Owen Grady strapped down in his own bed, collared, gagged, and completely at her disposal was a thrilling sight indeed. She felt her own arousal mounting and moisture on the lace between her legs. This was fun! Ok what else? She thought to herself. Oh yeah! Nipple clamps and blindfold! She thought giddily realizing she had a few more items at her disposal to make Owen squirm. Blindfold first she thought to herself. Then he'll feel, but not see the clamps coming.

Owen lay on the bed in his restraints and had a sudden jolt of fear of a rampaging dinosaur or two entering the bungalow and killing not only himself but Claire, with him being powerless to do anything about. He took a few calming breaths, harder to do with the collar and the gag, and reminded himself that all dinosaurs on the island where, currently at least, safe in their pens. Still he wasn't sure that even empathic Blue could resist ripping his throat out in his current vulnerable state. His mind snapped back to the present moment when Claire's lace clad breasts brushed over his chest as she reached toward his head. The beautiful view was sadly interrupted by her securing the black blindfold over his eyes. He tried to mumble "No fair" but it came out as a garbled moan with the gag in place. He turned his head and rubbed his mouth on the small towel Claire had placed on the pillow, wiping off some of the saliva.

He was a little surprised to feel a sharp pinch and tug on his right nipple, followed by his left. He could feel Claire massage each one into little peaks and then the pressure of his nipples being clamped. It was just a little hint of pain that faded into a jolt of current that seems to travel a path straight to the tip of his dick. When she turned on the vibrating function of each clamp, soft waves of that same current began to roll down his body. His absorption of this new sensation was quickly interrupted by her finally putting her hands on his cock. Owen let out an audible sigh of pleasure and relief as she began to stroke him up and down. Owen could feel her varying her rhythm as his shaft hardened and lengthened. The pressure increased as she rolled a cock ring down to his base and another jolt as she turned on the vibrating function of the ring. Owen moaned loudly against the gag as he shifted into her hand. If she meant to drive him insane she was close to succeeding. He was hoping she would allow him some release soon and not continue this sweet torture too much longer.

"There, there baby." She cooed. "You're doing well, I'm coming to join you." And with that Owen felt himself being straddled as Claire Dearing began to rub her wet pussy over his vibrating erect cock. After an impossibly long 30 seconds, he felt her hold the base and slide herself down his waiting shaft. Owen was in over his head and he knew it. His little vixen settled into a power induced frenzy riding him towards the brink. He was so close and from her loud moans and sharp cries he could tell she was too. He managed to slip the gag out of his mouth, only because with the movement of their love making he realized that Claire hadn't buckled it on very tight.

Claire slowed her movement mid bounce when see noticed that gag come loose.

"Mistress Claire," Owen panted. "Please I to want swear, scream your name and watch you as we cum. I am begging. Please grant me these leniencies."

Claire debated about shoving the gag back in his mouth to prove her point but instead she leaned forward and lifted the blindfold. Wait did Owen just call me Mistress Claire? She mused to herself. She had enjoyed herself but was realizing that she was overall ok with Owen being the one in charge, or at least seemingly the one in charge she self corrected. It was probably about time to give him some control back.

Once he was able to focus, Owen locked his gave on the red haired Angel Devil riding his cock like a banshee. He met her rhythm with his own upward thrusts and they came together in short order with a fair bit of profanity, yelling each other's names.

Claire collapsed down on top of Owen, who kissed her temple sweetly. Her hair was over his face and he was back to not being able to see much of anything, much less move. After a few minutes of bliss, Claire sat up and began to remove his restraints. Owen helped her once he was free enough to do so.

"So now can we get some shut eye?" He asked sheepishly.

"Oh yeah." Claire stretched and yawned in response.

"So, what did you think?" She asked, looking for follow up.

"Better than I expected. Not saying I want to make a habit of it, but I'd do it again. I actually liked the extra pressure, especially on my throat. And you of course were hot. What did you like when it was your turn?"

"Being centered. If I don't have a choice than I can let all the other worries and stresses go. I think that helps me to orgasm harder."

"Knowing you and how much you over think things that makes sense." He replied.

Claire nestled into his embrace. Sleep finding them both quickly.