This was their third date--and you know what THAT means! She had invited him to her apartment after dinner and had him exactly where she wanted him: eating out of the palm of her hand.
He lay face down on her bed, his shirt, shoes and socks off, clad now only in his jeans. She was straddling his hips, her legs scissored backward. Already she was wearing nothing but her lacy bra and its matching thong AND the delicious black and white zebra stripe platforms, the ones with the red heels, heels nearly as gorgeous as the ones she wore when her first noticed her two weeks before. Her hands were kneading the muscles of his shoulders and his back and he was responding with quiet moans of appreciation. His hard protruding ass was, in turn, providing a lovely massage to the soaking wet area between her legs as she softly bucked his hips.
She was not going to go the rest of the way with him without knowing. There had been hints galore that he shared her kink but neither had explicitly talked about it yet. After crushing disappointments that she had experienced with her previous boyfriends, she decided that she would not waste her time, energy and emotion unless he was willing to go down the road with her that she craved so desperately. That craving had given birth to this plan.
With scarcely a break in her work, she reached under the pillow and retrieved the coil of rope that she had hidden there. And then she made her critical move.
His arms lay at his sides and his hands were on the bed just outside of her knees. Without warning, she grabbed each wrist and pulled them quickly and powerfully behind his back, almost until his his fingers were touching his opposite elbow. The leverage factor was completely in her favor, not to mention the edge that the element of surprise had given her. The rope already had a slip-loop in the end and in an instant the cords had found their way around his helpless arms several times. He was hers.
"What do you think, my little pet?", she purred in his ear. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for his reply.
His heart was pounding as well and his mouth had gone completely dry. It took him a moment to collect his wits and then he whispered back to her, "I like it. You should hogtie me, though."
She clamped her left hand over his mouth and put her right hand at the back of his neck and squeezed. "Maybe I SHOULD hogtie you, but I don't recall that I asked for your suggestions." Instantly she had let herself morph into her Domme persona, something that surprised even herself.
"I will decide if I will tie you even more than this.But right now I think that mouth needs to be gagged. Will you submit to that, boy?"
He nodded his assent. The pillow-stash wasn't just for her rope this night. It also concealed her big red ball gag, which she quickly retrieved. When she pressed it against his teeth, he obediently opened as widely as he could. Not quite wide enough. She pushed just a little and it popped beyond his teeth.
She felt her pussy get even more wet as she buckled the gag in place. Could he finally be the one? At least these first few moments were exceptionally promising. She would push her luck even more tonight.