We are relaxing on the sofa, fully sated from our earlier meal. A bottle of red wine is rapidly depleting, as we let the stresses of the day dissipate. The television is on, some romantic comedy is being shown, although we are not really watching it. I massage her feet as we talk about everyday things, how our day’s gone, making plans for a trip away this weekend. I hear a comment the leading man makes on the film, some jokey remark about how he wants to be dominated by a woman.

"Oh, yes please," I say.

"What’s that?" she asks me.

"Well you know, I reckon it would be fun."

"Really? You haven’t told me that before."

"Well, does it bother you?"

"No, not at all. What exactly would you want to happen?"

"I don’t know, just er …."

"Be submissive to her? Have her take control?"

"Yeah."

"What, something like have her blindfold you, tie you to the bed?"

"Ooh, exactly like that. Why do you look so surprised?"

"I didn’t think you fancied her. Not your type," she says, nodding her head in the direction of the television.

"No, I didn’t mean with her. It’s not her that turns me on, it’s the general idea of it."

"With me?", she asks, sitting up now, a wicked glint appearing in her hazel eyes.

"Too right. With you, definitely."

"Stand up," she says, her tone harsher than usual.

"What?" I say, not quite sure what is going on.

"You want to be dominated don’t you? Stand up and follow me upstairs."

My heart starts racing as I do as she says. Walking behind her up the stairs, I’m convinced that she is accentuating the sideways movement of her hips. The shape of her firm buttocks is almost indecent beneath her tight skirt. The absence of any panty line tells me she is wearing her black thong.

When we reach the landing she takes me by the hand and wordlessly leads me in to the bedroom. I stand at the end of the bed as she pulls the curtains shut, then lights the candles that are dotted around the darkened room. She turns to look at me.

"Take your clothes off," she commands.

I look her in the eyes, and start to slowly remove my T-shirt.

"You’re not putting a show on for me. I’m not interested, just take them off," she says witheringly, and turns to open a drawer.

When I am completely stripped she turns round to face me. Hanging from her hand is her white silk scarf, and a pair of black stockings which must have been what she was fetching from the drawer. My cock gives an involuntary twitch at the memory of her dressed only in her stockings, which is how she was when we first had sex.

"Walk towards me and put your hands together in front of you," she says, hardly seeming to cast an eye over my naked form.

I approach her, my mouth now dry in nervous excitement. She ties one of her stockings around both of my wrists, so that they are joined together. She tugs at it sharply to see if I can remove my. When she is satisfied that I can’t, she asks me if it is tied too tight.

"No", I reply.

"Don’t speak," she says, "just nod or shake your head. OK?"

I nod my head to show I understand.

"Now lie on your back on the bed."

Once I am lying down, she lifts my arms up and loops the second stocking around the first before tying it to the iron head board. She is deliberately taking her time over doing this, bent over me I am given tantalising view of her cleavage. Her full breasts above me, breasts that I yearn to move my hands over. I am looking at this view when all of a sudden my vision is impaired by her scarf, which she drapes across my eyes.

"Raise your head," she commands.

I feel her move the ends of the scarf round the back of my head before tying them together. She does it in such a way that she leaves the knot slightly to one side. This, I realise as I let my head fall back on to the pillow, is so as to not cause discomfort to the back of my skull. Has she done this before, I ask myself?

She stands up and asks me if I can see anything. I shake my head. And then, there is silence for a minute, perhaps longer. No, not silence. At least not total silence. I am now more aware of the slightest sound in the room. My breathing seems to have become amplified. I can tell when she shifts her weight slightly. Maybe, now I am blindfolded, she is letting her eyes roam over me, appreciating my body. I can’t be sure, not entirely, but it does seem as though I can hear the movement of fabric. Her clothes perhaps? Has she got her hands inside her dress, her blouse, her bra, her thong? Is that how she is enjoying the sight laid out in front of her?

And then I hear sounds that give me a better clue of what is happening. The zip being undone as she removes her skirt, the clicking of metal as she unclasps her bra, the muffled falling of her clothes on to the floor.

"I’m going out of the room now. But don’t worry I won’t be long," she says. "You’ve been good so far. You’ve kept quiet and you’ve done what I’ve told you to. Carry on like that and you’ll be rewarded. Are you enjoying it?"

I almost forget myself and say "Yes", but check myself just in time and simply nod my head.

"Good, I’ve got plans for you. And if you’re in any doubt that I’m enjoying it, then this should put it to rest."

She comes towards me and I can feel something damp being trailed up my body. As she places it across my face the familiar smell of her arousal overpowers me, and I realise she has placed her thong, which is soaked in her juices, across my nostrils. I feel my erection grow longer. She must have noticed this too, as she laughs slightly before gently kissing its tip, then leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

And so I now lie naked and blindfolded upon the bed, her scent coursing through my nostrils, my penis lying heavy against my stomach, hardening in anticipation. I am wondering why she has left me here, when the sound of pounding water reverberating off tiled walls comes from the bathroom, telling me she is having a shower. After about five minutes the running water stops, and I wait for her to enter the room.

I hear the handle of the door turn, the squeak of the hinges, and her soft footfalls upon the deep carpet.

"Did you miss me?"

I nod.

"I’m sorry about that. The thing is, I needed to come, but I didn’t want to do it with you. Not yet anyway. I wanted a quick release, but with you I want it to last longer. So that’s why I went in to the bathroom and stood under the shower. That’s why I let the water pound against my nipples. That’s why I took the shower head, held myself open, watched my reflection in the mirror as it began to steam up, and directed the hot stream against my clitoris until I came."

My cock is almost bouncing up and down against my stomach as I picture her acting out this story. I breathe in deeply to inhale more of the scent from her soaked thong. A small pool of pre-cum is forming in my navel.

She laughs once more. "I can see you enjoyed that thought, but don’t think that you can come as quickly. Not when you are tied up like this. Not when you are under my control. I want this to last. Do you understand?"

I nod once more, although I know I will struggle to hold off my orgasm under these circumstances. I want to reach out blindly to her with my hands, greedily roam over her body, devour her curves, delight in her beauty. I want to wrap my fingers around my cock and masturbate over her breasts. But I am helpless, my hands tied and my eyes blindfolded, lying here waiting for her to start the game.

Its beginning is signalled by her removing her thong from across my face. As she leans forward to kiss me, I can smell the slight fragrance of her peach shower gel still clinging to her. Then I feel her lips plant light kisses upon my neck. Over and over, it seems like hundreds or thousands of times before she moves to my face and repeats this teasing, ever careful to avoid my lips. Every now and then as she kisses her way towards my ear she will say something to me. "Would you like to kiss me between my legs?" "I want you to come on my face." "I’ve got a treat in store for you." Normally she is quiet when we make love, so these unexpected words are only adding to my agony. She has yet to touch my lips and I am starting to writhe in ecstasy upon the bed, sliding my buttocks back and forth against the sheets. She abruptly stops her teasing.

"Can’t I trust you to stay still?" she asks. "I told you I don’t want you to come yet didn’t I? Well, didn’t I?" she shouts.

I nod my head meekly.

"You said you wanted to be under my control. Well do as I say then. If you don’t then I’ll stop. Is that understood?"

I nod once more and she continues with her kissing. After what seems like an eternity she begins to kiss my lips, gently at first, and then more forcefully. Each kiss becomes steadily wetter, until at last I feel her tongue snake inside my mouth, seeking out mine. Our tongues become entwined, gliding and sliding over each other. I temporarily forget about the aching stiffness against my stomach that is desperate for release, and lose myself in our kiss.

Of course, it doesn’t last forever, and soon she breaks away from me, standing motionless at the side of the bed for a few minutes. I presume she is doing this to keep a check on my passion, making sure I keep my promise not to come, and indeed my penis, though not returning to an unexcited state, does lose something of its hardness. What she does not know, however, is that I have been lying here in this position for such a length of time that my eyes have become accustomed to their cover. And so, through the silk scarf, it is possible to make out her form, the flickering of the candles revealing her curves and hollows, the change in skin tone of her red nipples against pale breasts, the glint of the silver cross that nestles between her cleavage, and the dark triangle of thick black hair that appears at the juncture of her thighs.

Then she breaks from her still stance and climbs upon the bed. Kneeling astride my stomach she bends forward.

"Open your mouth," she commands.

I do as she says, and as she leans towards me the soft pimpled point of a nipple brushes against my lips.

"Lick it," she says.

I reach out with my tongue and make circles around the hardened peak, being careful not to touch it directly just yet, I am determined that the teasing will not be all one way. I run the tip of my tongue slowly round and round, revelling in her gasps of pleasure. She sinks down further upon the bed and I feel the slight roughness of her pubic hair come in to contact with my stomach.

I suck her nipple in to my mouth, but retract my tongue so that it has still not touched her most sensitive part. With her bud still inside my mouth I begin to trace my tongue around, each circle becoming smaller, until at last it flicks across her stiffened peak. She lets out a sigh as I flick my tongue back and forth across her nipple. The coarseness of her pubic hair upon my stomach has been replaced by a warm, moist, expanding oval of heat.

As she slides her openness against me (if only I had such luxury of movement) I decide that the time for teasing is over, and use the full length of my flattened tongue against her nipple, making long strokes back and forth, before I take it between my teeth and gently bite it. She cries out and her body shakes against me. I feel a flood of her wet juices upon my stomach as she comes. She sits up, and kisses her way down my body, until she reaches the point where she had rested against me. I feel her tongue upon my skin as she licks up her juices.

"Mm, I taste good," she says. "I’m a bit jealous of you. You’re lucky to be able to bury your tongue inside me. Would you like to taste me now?"

My head almost falls off I nod so vigorously.

"Well tough, you can’t. But you will soon. Oh, I’m sorry. You look so disappointed. You can smell me if you want."

She moves up the bed so that she kneels astride my face. She holds herself wide open and lowers herself, so that she is almost touching my nose.

"Remember, no reaching out with your tongue."

I breathe in deeply and inhale her musky scent. I am almost dizzy with the waves of lust this sends through me. I can see the indistinct form of her finger as she begins to stroke her clitoris.

"God, this is making me horny," she says. She starts to slide her finger in and out of her glistening lips. The wet sound of her rhythmic pulsing is incredibly arousing. She removes her finger and places it inside my mouth. I greedily suck at her sweet-tasting juices.

"There you are. That’s for being a good boy and doing as you’re told. I think you deserve more of a treat, if that’s alright with you."

She begins to slowly kiss her way down my body once more. She flicks her tongue across my nipples, and gently scrapes her teeth across them until they stand erect. She probes my belly button with her tongue, no doubt enjoying the salty pool of pre-cum that has gathered there. Then ever so slowly and deliberately she plants kisses either side of the tip of my cock. And she continues to do this whilst moving down its length almost a millimetre at a time, planting kisses either side. When she moves her head across she sometimes blows upon my erection. At other times she lets her dark hair fall upon it. Down and down she goes until she comes to my balls and proceeds to take one at a time in to her mouth and suck upon them.

My breathing becomes heavier and I can feel myself struggling to hold back my orgasm. And then she moves back again to kissing either side of my erection, this time travelling up to its tip. I can hear the irregular beat of my cock upon skin, as its nine inch length bounces up and down in excitement against my stomach.

Then I feel the cool embrace of her mouth as she takes the head inside her lips and swirls her tongue first clockwise and then anti-clockwise around it. At last, I think, she is putting a stop to all this teasing. But no, all I am granted are these two loving swirls of her tongue before she releases my straining manhood from her mouth. And now I feel the tip of her tongue trace all around the outline of my erection. From left to right, over and over, her tongue becoming wetter with each circuit. A trail of saliva runs down the side of my balls and down to the sheets.

Eventually she follows this trail and licks her way under, across, and round my balls. She must be able to sense the build up inside of them. Her hands move underneath my buttocks and lift them slightly off the bed. Her tongue follows the path of her saliva down to the sheets, but before she reaches the fabric she places the tip of her tongue against my anus.

Using her hands to gently ease my buttocks apart, she circles the tight hole. I have never known such an exquisite sensation as she begins to glide her wet tongue further inside me, probing my passage.

By now I know I can’t hold out much longer and she must sense this, for I feel the bed shift as she sits astride me. She encircles the base of my cock with her fingers and lowers herself upon me. She sinks down to take as much of my length inside her as she can, the warmth of her walls engulf my erection.

"I hope you don’t mind," she says, "but there’s one more treat to come."

First I hear the buzz of her vibrator, and then I feel it being pressed against my anus until it eases inside me. She begins to use muscles deep within her to contract and relax around my penis, milking me towards orgasm.

"It’s OK, you can come whenever you want", she whispers.

And so, with the vibrator sending its waves of pleasure along my most sensitive nerves, and her muscles coaxing my erection ever deeper within her, I raise my buttocks off the bed, arch my back, and let out an almost animal roar as I come inside her. My penis pulses again and again, as I release a fountain of sperm.

But it is not over quite yet. She moves once more to straddle my face. I feel the mattress compress either side of my head, and, as she lowers her openness toward my mouth, I become intoxicated with her musk. All other senses are subservient to that of smell. My nostrils flare to take in as much of her odour as I possibly can. So strongly does it overpower me, that I almost forget to open my mouth to greet her gift.

"Lick me, " she says.

I slide my tongue over her engorged clitoris. I find it difficult to keep a steady rhythm, she is so wet my tongue slides in all directions. She opens herself wider and sinks upon my mouth. As she fingers her clitoris herself, my tongue slips up her wet passage. I begin to probe deep within her soft fleshy folds, the salty taste of my semen mingling with her own juices. And as I continue to fuck her with my tongue, through the scarf I can see her kneeling above me. Back arched, hair cascading from her face, erect nipples pointing upwards from full breasts. The silver rings on her fingers glinting in the flickering candlelight as she opens herself ever wider. The rocking of her hips, the twitching of those tendons that run along the inside of her thighs and signal her pleasure.

And then her whole body shaking in spasms, her mouth forming an "o", her breath coming in short bursts as her walls powerfully contract around my tongue. Her juices mingle with mine, some floods in to my mouth before sliding down my throat, the remainder courses down my chin. And when her orgasm has finally stopped she removes my blindfold, unties my hands, smiles at me, and, with a single, kiss falls asleep, contented, in my arms.