It wasn’t the first time he found himself on his knees in front of me. But each time I saw in his eyes a mixture of fear, admiration and complete submission that inflamed my desire to dominate. I decided to make tonight special.

I ordered him to kneel by the door as soon as he entered the room. His eyes wandered to the floor, and his hands clenched into nervous fists. I knew how much he wanted to please me.

“Hands behind your head,” my voice was firm, but not loud.

He obeyed instantly.

I walked around him, assessing how he looked in the darkness of my leather boots. I was wearing a black corset that emphasized every line of my body, and high heels that made him feel even more the difference between us.

“Do you know why you are here?”

“Yes, mistress,” his voice trembled, but I knew it was a tremor of excitement.

I ordered him to strip, leaving only the black collar on him. His body flushed slightly with embarrassment, but he didn’t even think to protest. I enjoyed his submission, every moment of him struggling with his boundaries for me.

Tying his hands behind his back with soft silk ropes, I ran my finger down his neck, pressing just enough for him to feel my strength.

“You belong to me,” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes, mistress,” he was all mine.

I made him get down on all fours and follow me around the room. At each stop, he did as I commanded: first kiss my heels, then my back, then my arms. I played with him, allowing and punishing, learning how far he was willing to go.

His moans grew louder as I allowed myself a little more – a light lash, a teasing touch of my nails on his skin. He craved my approval like never before.

- You did it. But do you deserve more?

- Yes, mistress, - he breathed.

I smiled, feeling the power over him fill me with energy. This night was mine - and his, too. But only on my terms.