The names are Rose (that’s me) and Daniel, a long-time friend who’s a little older than me, let’s say 40s, charmingly nerdy and, as I recently discovered, secretly craving submission. Here’s how it all went down…

Alright, so a week goes by after our little reunion, and I’m actually curious if Daniel is really going to come back. I mean, I didn’t exactly go easy on him the first time; I made sure he’d feel it in every muscle. But sure enough, there he was again, right on time, looking all nervous and excited outside my door. I had to hold back a grin—he was hooked, and he knew it.

“Back for more, huh?” I said, letting him in. I barely gave him a second before throwing out, “Clothes. Off. All of them.” And he didn’t even hesitate. Clothes came off like they were on fire, and he stood there, bare in the soft, flickering candlelight. His breathing got shallow as he looked around, taking in all the toys, the cuffs, the ropes… and a few new treats I’d set out just for him.

Once he was naked, I pushed him down onto his knees. “Hands behind your back,” I ordered, already feeling that thrill shoot up my spine. When he did as he was told, I strapped on some leather cuffs, tightening them enough so he’d feel just that slight edge of restraint, and then added a thick, black collar around his neck. God, he looked good like this, all vulnerable and ready. “Tonight,” I murmured, circling him slowly, savoring that nervous tension radiating off him, “we’re going to take things up a notch. A few new sensations, just for you.”

I could see him gulp, and it sent a thrill straight through me.

I pulled a blindfold over his eyes, letting him fall into the darkness. Then, I grabbed this cold metal chain and pressed it against his bare chest. He shivered, his muscles going all tight. I leaned down, whispering, “Feel that chill? That’s just the beginning. You’re about to find out exactly how much you can handle, Daniel.”

He whimpered a bit, and I almost laughed. Hook, line, and sinker.

I went behind him and brought out a pair of clamps with a thin silver chain dangling between them, just heavy enough to make things interesting. I hovered them right over his nipples, letting him feel the cold metal before I snapped them on, nice and snug. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I could feel his body trying to pull away, like he was caught between craving it and fearing it.

“Oh, come on, Daniel,” I teased, flicking one of the clamps and watching him shudder. “You’re the one who wanted this, remember?” I gave the chain a little tug, just to watch him squirm. His lip caught between his teeth as he gasped out, “Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy,” I whispered, letting my fingers trace down his spine, feeling him melt just a little more under each touch. But I was just getting started. I grabbed a flogger, letting the leather strands drag slowly over his back so he’d feel every inch of it. I snapped it lightly in the air—just a little tease—and his breath hitched. That sound? Music to my ears.

Then I struck. A steady rhythm, just hard enough to keep him on edge, each hit making him sink deeper and deeper. His breathing was erratic, and every time he let out this little groan, it was like fuel for me.

“Mistress,” he whimpered, voice barely hanging on.

“Yes, Daniel?” I smirked, running my fingers down his tense, quivering back.

“Please… harder,” he panted, practically begging for it. And who was I to deny him?

I kept the pace, a little sharper now, watching his skin flush with each strike. By the time he was gasping, right on that edge, I knew he was exactly where I wanted him. I leaned in close, whispering, “You’ve been so good. Think you’re ready for your reward?”

“Please, yes,” he barely managed, like every word was a lifeline.

I pushed his legs apart and grabbed a sleek, cold dildo, pressing it up against him so he’d feel every inch of that cool, unforgiving surface. “Tonight, you’re going to take every inch,” I purred, easing it inside slowly, torturously slow. His breath hitched, and he let out this desperate little whimper, his whole body straining.

“Oh god, Mistress… it’s so much,” he gasped, almost like he was breaking.

“You’re going to take it,” I whispered in his ear, pressing him down a little more firmly. “Because that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

With each push, he softened, his breathing ragged as he finally gave in. And as I worked him over, I could feel his complete surrender, like he was drowning in it. When I finally let up and unbound him, he looked dazed, like he was both exhausted and totally… blissed out.

“That was… something else,” he mumbled, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs had pressed in.

I couldn’t help but grin, leaning down to give him a little kiss on the cheek. “Oh, don’t get too comfortable, Daniel,” I teased. “Next time, we’re going even deeper.” And judging by the look he gave me? He couldn’t wait.