He stood by the door, clearly nervous. I saw his eyes darting around, trying to figure out what to expect from him. But today, everything was going my way. Always.

“On your knees,” I said calmly but firmly.

His body obeyed instantly. He sank down in front of me, not daring to meet my gaze. I liked it. His submission. His willingness to be mine.

I walked around him, enjoying the view. He was my canvas, my instrument, my toy for the evening. I leaned toward him, ran my fingers down his neck, then squeezed it lightly.

“Do you know who’s in charge here?”

“Yes, mistress,” his voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

My smile curved of its own accord. I knew he was willing to do anything to please me. It was arousing.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered.

His movements were a little awkward, but obedient. I watched him take off his clothes, layer by layer, until he was completely naked. His vulnerability excited me even more.

“Good. Now turn your back,” I said and took the ropes I had prepared in advance.

I tied him up slowly, carefully, enjoying every knot. His breathing became deeper, he was clearly trying to hold back. I ran the tip of the whip over his shoulders, then over his thigh. Light blows followed one after another, causing him to sigh and barely audible moans.

“You know that you deserve to be punished for your mistakes, right?” I asked, leaning slightly towards his ear.

“Yes, mistress,” he answered, blushing.

I grinned, feeling his embarrassment and arousal intertwined. He was in my arms, completely.

I slowly walked around him, forcing him to raise his head.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

His eyes met mine, and I saw a mixture of fear, arousal, and absolute devotion. This was my moment. I controlled his every move, his every breath.

I continued my game, the blows alternating with gentle touches, my words with whispered commands. I made him realize that he belonged to me. Completely. Without reserve.

When I thought he had done enough, I stopped. I loosened the ropes, ran my fingers over his face.

“You did well,” I said softly, though the fire of power still raged inside me.

He looked at me, and I saw gratitude in his eyes. This was my night, my game. And he knew I had made it what it should be.