I thought I'd done well on February 14th. Chocolates, flowers, that bag you mentioned before Christmas even a cute little teddy holding a heart with your name embossed on the front. I even cooked. Was bound to get some brownie points, right?

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And, in fact, I did. Your socials were full of photos of what I'd got you, gloating to your friends how much your boyfriend of 6 months had spoiled you rotten. What they didn't see though, was what fell out of the card you got me. A scrap of paper. A scrap of paper with a few words jotted on.

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*"Tonight. Please"*

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Months previous we'd discussed fantasies and yours was one of submission. You tied to the bed, blindfolded. That's what you wanted. A whole night under my control. You'd even bought a red and black lingerie set that contrasted perfectly with your skin. Just reading those words made my entire body pulse with excitement.

With you bound, I teased and tormented. I used you for my enjoyment, your orgasm was just a by-product of what I wanted and I made you thank me for it.

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Afterwards, when we were both spent, I held you in my arms until we slept.

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Skip to now. March 14th. White Day. I was working late on a conference call overseas, but you. You were at home. Wearing that devilish grin that made me weak in the knees as you looked over yourself in the mirror. Dressed in that same lingerie that you submitted to me in, only this time there was something extra.

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A strap on.

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You felt like a Goddess. And rightly so, you looked like one. But, you were torn from imagining how the night would go when you heard the door shut and me call out, in the style of Fred Flintstone, "Honey, I'm home!"

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"Now it's my turn, baby" You muttered to yourself before heading off to find me.

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Theme prompt! And because it's me, there's a Femdom twist!

I'd prefer to discuss kinks and limits before hand, but I think it's obvious at some point in this, I'm getting pegged.

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Really hope someone likes it enough to reply!