She watched him settle into his easy chair. He turned the TV on. It was "a big game." She was sick of this! Every weekend, when they had time together, he planted his dad bod in front of the TV. Well, today would be different. She had been planning something special all week. She went upstairs to change.

As she changed, she could hear the beer cans opening downstairs, accompanied by the sound of his precious football game.

"I'll put a spark in his ass," she thought.

She opened her dresser and looked at all the accessories she'd bought that week. She told the woman working at the store about her problem and the clerk had shown her the perfect items. There was a riding crop, a paddle, a strap on, a flogger and her outfit. She put on the leather panties and bra, along with her thigh-high, stiletto boots. After pulling her hair back in a long ponytail, she applied black lipstick and eyeliner. She was the perfect dom.

Even though he was engrossed in the game, he couldn't help but notice the heavy, deliberate footsteps coming from upstairs. They grew louder as she came down the stairs. However, he still didn't turn away from his television. She wasn't playing any games today. She walked to the TV and ripped the cord from its plug. He looked at her in shock.

"I'm sick of trying to get your attention. Upstairs NOW!" she yelled.

"Huh?" he replied. She thrashed the flogger against the couch.

"I said, NOW!" He jumped from his chair and dashed upstairs like a small child who had done something terribly bad. She smiled, smacked the flogger against her hand and slowly started upstairs. She wanted to make him wait.

When she walked in the room, he stood there looking as if he might piss himself. She slammed the door and instructed him to get naked. He did.

"I've had it with being ignored. Today, we're trying something new and there will be no football. Do you understand?" He nodded. She pulled some rope out from under the bed.

"On the bed. On your stomach." He did as he was told. She placed a pillow under him, so his ass was elevated. She pulled her latex gloves on and gave his very white ass a hard smack, leaving a handprint.

"Jeez!" he screamed.

"That's nothing," she laughed. "I'm just getting started." She slapped him harder on the other cheek and over his puckered asshole. He squirmed as she became a slapping machine. He cried out, but she also looked underneath and saw he was rock hard. Smiling with pleasure at her handywork, she began flogging his, now pink, ass. She flogged up and down his back, down his thighs and on the bottom of his feet. She stopped and reached down, grabbing his balls.

"These are mine," she said through clenched. She squeezed hard, until he yelled. Then, she backed off, but still held them firmly. She reached up a bit higher and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He shook and whimpered a bit.

"Aw, my poor boy." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, I do, baby. I really do."

"YOU CALL ME MISTRESS! Understand?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm very sorry."

"Now, I'm going to give my good boy a special treat." She put on the strap on. It was fitted with a prostate massager. Unfastening the ropes, she flipped him over and told him to lie on his back with his legs over the edge of the bed. He immediately followed her commands.

"Good boy!" she exclaimed. "Now, put your legs up...straight up in the air."
When he was in position, she lubed the toy and began pushing it into his ass. She held his legs and told him to jerk his cock as she fucked him.

He couldn't believe how hard he was. She was surprised too. She hadn't seen him this aroused since they were dating. Slowly and steadily, she fucked him as he stroked. As soon as he was ready to cum, she would stop and told him to do the same. His cock quivered.

"Oh, God!" he screamed. "Please let me come!"

"No, no, no. Bad boy. Not until I say so."

She spoiled his orgasm several times before finally letting him cum. It was a huge load. She watched as he lay sprawled on the bed, too weak to move. However, she was far from done.

Taking the flogger, she whipped at his chest, then his stomach. She smiled down at his cock.

"No," he begged. Please don't, Mistress."

"Aw, don't worry baby. I wouldn't do that." he relaxed a bit. Just then, she brough the flogger down on his thighs, right under his testicles. He again let out a yell. She kept him on his back and re-tied his feet and hands. She kneeled over his face, placing her leather-covered pussy and ass directly on his face. Then, she took his cock, still sitting on his face, and lubed her latex gloves.

"I think there's another one in there," she said calmly. With that, she began stroking his cock furiously. His muffled cries made her day. His cock amazingly began to harden again, even though it was still sensitive. She jumped off and ripped the leather panties off. Then, she sat on his face and stroked even harder.

"Lick my pussy and ass and make me cum. I won't stop stroking your cock until you give me some pleasure!"

He licked feverishly from her clit to her anus. She loved it. She increased the pleasure by grinding on his face. Faster and harder, she stroked his cock.

"I know there's more cum in there and I want it!'

He plunged his tongue into her ass. She loved that. She adored being eaten from behind. Still, she maintained her concentration and stroked him harder. He screamed yet another muffled cry. She shuddered and came hard all over his face. He was on the edge of cumming, but she squeezed the base of his cock to prevent ejaculation. She sat on his face, smiling, as she came down. His cock finally grew limp and red. Cum oozing from the tip slightly.

She stood and removed her boots and leather bra. She untied him and stretched out beside him and planted deep kisses on him.

"I love you, baby," she said. "I love you SO much, but you hurt me when you ignore me. Please don't do that anymore."

"I'm so sorry," he said. She actually saw a tear form in his eye and roll down his cheek.

"Promise?"

"I do," he said.

They curled up into a ball of love and spent the rest of the day cuddling. As they enjoyed a hot bath, with champaign, together, he asked her one last question.

"Can we do this again soon?"

"I'd love to," she replied.