From her secret confessional diary:

To me, a Dominant is only a Dominant if he can control me without using anything but himself. No ropes or chains, no fancy toys. It’s the mind that matters, not so much the physicality of it all.

Slowly he revealed skin, flesh, goosebumps,

stripping away fabric, shame, pride, dignity,

and showing her desire, need, lust, passion

and truth

“This is who you are, this is what you are.”

“Mine.”

The Game 

“Checkmate, my love”, he said with a smile. 

She hated to lose. 

“Best move that sweet ass baby doll. We will be late for the party.” 

The smirk was wide. He was clearly quite satisfied with himself. 

A pout still very much in evidence she rose to change, head held high and a certain determination in her eye. Brushing past his chair she drew a fine sharp nail across the nape of his neck. The touch was truly graceful. No more than a gentle graze. Taking a silent revenge. 

Perhaps she thought this challenge might go unanswered. Perhaps her hopes were quite the opposite. In either case his response was swift. 

A vice closed around her wrist, and before she could think to breathe she was bent over the chess table with that hand held uncomfortably behind her back. 

“It seems you want to play some more”, he said softly. If a threat could be fabric this one would have been silk. As tender as the skin that was now tingling under her skirt. As flowing as the juices already dripping. 

She moaned but said nothing. 

“Lost for words, my dear?” 

He twisted a bit harder and she closed her eyes. The ridge of his cock pressing on her bare ass could not be ignored. Not that she would want to ignore it. 

“Wet already”, he chuckled darkly. Three fingers groped deeply. “Oh I do love a natural born slut”. Reaching around he forced her to lick the fingers clean. 

Well he didn't actually force. She liked this game. Much better than chess. This was a game she could win. So she sucked eagerly. Breathing in the scent of her own arousal. 

Teeth dug into her back. If she could up the ante so could he. This would not be a gentle fuck. 

“Shall I feed my whore?”, he hissed in her ear. “I know how you love to obey.” 

She still said nothing, her only answer being a firm thrust backwards into his rock hard cock. 

“God you are a delicious bitch”, he said. 

With a single movement he cleared all the chess pieces. She watched a black pawn twirl to a stop in front of her on the floor. 

“Spread eagle on the table. Now.” 

A scarf passed around her eyes and she was plunged in darkness. Arms and legs tied to four table legs. Feet on the floor. Upper body sprawled. Her most tender parts completely exposed. Tempt fate and become the pawn. 

All was quiet for a moment. Then she heard a match strike. The unmistakable odor of burning wax enveloped her senses. She smiled. 

This was indeed a favourite. The sudden sting. The barely anticipated burn. And this time would be a true tour de force. He came at her with such excruciating patience. A painting drawn in long thin lines down her heaving back. Working his way lower and lower. 

The strangled gasp as the first drip trickled between her ass cheeks stiffened his cock even more. It was becoming painful to hold back his lust. But he wasn't done yet. Those glistening lips craved this touch as well. 

The wax dripped again and she screamed. Such a scream. The burn was exquisite. Her mind lost its bearings and she begged him by all that was holy. 

“God I need you to fuck me now. Please Master.” 

With a final devious flourish he plunged the lubed head of a bishop into her tight ass and his now throbbing cock into her pussy. The table crashed against the wall from the force of his pounding. Harder and harder. His cock covered by the fruits of her exploding orgasm. Almost in a coma from the unending spasms it went on and on. Until completely spent their ecstasy became one and he joined her in release. 

When it was done she couldn't even speak for several minutes, and he lay across her back until his breathing slowed. 

Then gently untying her he pulled her into his arms and drew her into his lap on a nearby couch. She curled into his chest. Her senses slowly recovering. 

“It should be a fine party tonight”, he said at last. 

“Yes”, she giggled softly. “I adore Halloween. “I shall be the Queen of Hearts and you shall be my Dark Knight”. 

“Oh yes, my love”, he said with a smile. “A fine game… as always.”

“To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds, to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them, to have someone willing to suffer for you, to forsake pride and dignity to please you…what other gift in this world can possibility equate to that?

And more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?”

~Anonymous

Holy Fuck. Daddy, please mark me like this?