The first night of our shared vacation was a night just like any other night. We fooled around in bed just like we always did. We rolled around and sometimes I was on top, grabbed her wrists, pinned them down, and enjoyed the short glimpse of power.
“That’s when it becomes apparent what the stronger sex is”, I said complacently as I got her under me and granted her a little kiss.
“I’m just toying with you”, she said.
“Oh, yea?”
“Yea”, she said and started to pull her legs to herself.
And you’ve got to hand it to her, she was flexible. Despite me straddling her she pulled her knee to her breasts, past my legs, past my arms. Honestly, I did not really try to stop her. I liked her moving under me. The trouble was that she finally had her knees right under my shoulders and hence quite a good leverage point to throw me off.
And of course I let it happen. I laid beside her. She approached me. So happily smiling. We shared a kiss. I did not really care or realize she grabbed my hands all the time. With gently bumping moves she approached me more, got over me inch by inch. Until finally, surely kissing and laughing, she raised one of her legs over my body. In that very same moment she pinned down my arms over my head. And now it was her to be on top.
“See?”, she asked and laughed, and instead of awaiting an answer she kissed me again.
“Oh, darling”, I said still smugly, “you’re on top, but I’m not defeated.”
She smirked. Then, she shifted her weight on her sweet bottom (what felt really good on my groin area) and raised her knees again. Still grabbing my hands, she pulled my first elbow right under her left shin and pinned it down, and did the same with my other elbow. Then, she teared her hands out of my hands and grabbed my wrists instead, just to forcefully push them down on the mattress, showing me, who was in charge.
“Now you are”, she stated.
“Oh, baby”, I said pityingly and tried to push up one of my pinned down arms.
I made nearly half an inch. Then I realized I had a really bad lever. Plus, she nearly rode my elbows with her shinbones causing me a quite terrible pain. And last but not least, she looked and smelt and felt so damn hot dominating me like that.
“Fuck”, I said as I gave up and relaxed my beaten muscles again.
“Wanna give up?”
“Yea, you win. I can’t get out.”
She again and granted me an intense kiss.
I could say nothing but inhale her superior scent and, since she did not seem to let me go, try to make myself comfortable under my conqueress.
Instead of standing up she sat down even higher on my body, surrounding my head with her perfect thighs. She took care to keep my arms under her legs and after she got me in a secure position, she let go of my hands to tie up her open hair in a pretty loose bun. Obviously she just wanted to have them out of her face when looking down on me.
“Alright, boyfriend”, she said, “who did we say was the one to stand up early tomorrow to get my shampoo?”
“Oh, come on Jessy, that is your damn shit.”
“Don’t you like my hair?”
That was mean. “ Of course I do.”
“So?”
“It’s not my fault you forgot to get that stuff before we fly away.”
Her fingertips, and nails, started to carefully caress my face, gliding dangerously sharp around my mouth and eyes. Instinctively I tried to stop her, but my hands were stopped right on top the tight pants stretched around her thighs.
“Well, Jim, you’re not quite in a position to argue with me right now, are you?”
The soft tone of her voice took me back to something that I seemed to have lost somewhere, somehow along the way. Recently, our little power games had no consequences any more. But now it seemed she wanted to cast us back to a time where I eagerly lost every battle against her just to be “hers” for a time. Preferably a long time.
Maybe I could have known that something was different. By the fact that our first shared vacation in years just started. By the fact that she was way more assertive while rolling me on my back and pinning me down. By the fact that she not only pinned my wrists with her hands but also placed her legs on my arms. She had not done this like forever.
All that just felt so dizzying good. She smelt so good. Her warmth invaded me and I felt the arousal growing.
I moaned and admitted: “Right now I don’t think I wanna be in such a position anyway.”
“Oh, as far as I am concerned, you never have to be” She smiled. God, I loved her sexy smile. “For all I care, you can just always agree and obey like a good boy.”
Another spontaneous resistance, one more try to break free, was crushed by her with just one short weight shift of her knees onto my arms and back with her bottom on my groin area, my wrists pinned down over my head again. Again, she was strong and I was weak. It felt strange not being able to get out. And it thrilled me. I gave in, again, and just watched her, awaiting whatever she would do to me.
“Sucks to be totally at the mercy of someone, huh?”
I did not know what to say. So, instead of acting like I had some snappy reply that would then be totally lame, I just tried to break free again. To no avail. I could not raise my arms, and as I felt that sharp slap of her hand against my cheek, I hesitated. She immediately grabbed that one free wrist again and pinned it back down over my head.
“Stop moving”, she commanded.
Her tone was totally calm and yet it was a command I never dared to reject. Once I relaxed my arms and the rest of my body and just let her pin me down, that command was followed by an equally calm:
“Good boy.”
She kissed me. How I loved her soft lips and tongue searching for and playing with mine. I did not dare to take the lead in this dance of tongues. As she finally raised her head and smiled down on me again, I must have looked like a schoolboy who was just kissed for the first time by his permanent crush.
“Maybe I should”, I managed to say.
She looked a little puzzled but still smiling.
“Agree and obey you. The whole vacation”, I explained.
Her smile became a little brighter after I said this. “Yes”, she said and blew another gentle kiss on my lips, “you’ll love that”.
I smiled. “Then that’s settled.”
“Alright, boyfriend.” Kiss. “No exceptions?!” Yet another kiss.
“No. That would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”
Smile. “Yea, boy, now you want me to be in charge completely, huh?” Kiss. Damn, she knew how to keep me in line.
“Yes”, I whispered.
“For better or for worse.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“Completely and utterly and my mercy.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“Absolutely no way out for you.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“You must obey that petite girl without question.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“No matter what.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“So be it.” Kiss.
“That’s going to be so hot”, I nearly moaned.
Another bright smile, another tender kiss. “You know that means I can do anything with you.”
“Yes.”
“And that I WILL use you.” Another kiss.
“Oh please.”
“You’ll be my body servant.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“Inside and outside bed.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“In private and in public.” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“If you defy me, I’m gonna hurt you.” With that she jammed her fingernails into my wrists, causing some decent pain, and the smile made way for a strict expression.
“Ouch. I won’t. I swear.”
“Good.” Smile. Kiss.
“We are agreed that it already started, huh?” Kiss.
“Yes.”
“Well then, boyfriend, any dying wishes as a free man?” Kiss.
“Yes. Handcuff me.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’d like that, huh?”
“Yes”, I admitted a little sheepishly.
“Me making you my bitch completely.” A gentle slap of my face.
“Yes.”
Smile and a couple more gentle slaps. “Gotta bitch-slap my bitch-boy, huh?”
There was nothing I could say that would not have been embarrassing. I could do nothing but enjoy the sensation of her hand touching and surrounding and heating up my face, and that silent but bell-like giggling with which she accompanied that tender humiliation.
After the slapping she went over to grind my ears until they were equally hot and red. Then she grabbed and pinned down my wrists again, her face hovering only inches over mine.
“Who’s the stronger sex now?”, she asked and smiled from ear to ear.
“That’s you”, I admitted. “Damn, the girl wins thoroughly.”
That kiss that now seemed like a consolation prize was worth that humiliation.
“Alright, boy. I will let you stand up now, but you will do nothing but remove your shirt and stand there.” Kiss. “I want to examine that body of the weaker sex that’s mine now.” Kiss.
With that she let lose of my wrists and got off me. I did what I was told.
“Spread your arms and legs.”
“Yes, Jessy.”
She approached me with a lush glance and her hands surveyed what was hardly hidden by my pants. The gentle touch of her petite fingers on and around my member captivated my senses. Suddenly she smacked my ass and went to my desk, searching for something.
“Well, where are those stupid handcuffs?”, she asked and turned to me again. “And keep your damn arms up!”
I hastened to raise my arms back to a horizontal position. “In there”, I said and used my chin to point to a small cupboard.
She opened it and took out the handcuffs, and both keys. “Are there more keys?”
“No.”
“Good.” She smiled and put both of the keys into the pocket that was just as tight as the pants. Seeing her fingers gliding into that pocket, stroking her gorgeous legs, was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
She came back to me and gently slapped my stomach. “Maybe I should let you do a little workout while I own you, huh?”
“Whatever you want, Jessy.”
Smiling again. “We’ll see about that.”
She applied the cuffs to my first wrist. “Front or back?”
“Your decision, Jessy.”
She let her fingers run along the exposed sides of my body, causing a tickling sensation that was hard to suppress.
“I’m gonna need your hands to serve me.”
With that she pulled my arms to the front of my body and closed the handcuffs around my other wrist.
“There you are, boy.” Another smack on the ass. Followed by: ”Now say that it!”
“I’m your bitch.”
“Good boy. Now get me a drink”, smile, kiss, smack on ass, ”bitch!” Smile.