Too Much For A Dom

Clay, strapped to a table, was a sight to behold. His forearms were held down above his head with snug metal constraints. He could only move his hands freely. Each leg, from below the knee to above the ankle was equipped with the same steel clasp. Each of the four clasps were drilled into the cushioned stretcher which he lay on. With this, he was able to freely move his hips and twist around, but was very much trapped in place.

"Ready for this, Clay?" A feminine voice asked.

"Well, anything for my lovely sub," Clay replied, winking. Clays voice was deep and confident as usual, he really didn't understand how this worked yet. Alex stood over him, her figure poised and assertive over his restrained body. She looked so different, he wasn't sure how to react. Clay chuckled, "ooh boy, you're feeling sadistic today aren't you."

Alex laughed her tinkly, fairy laugh. It was ringing with excitement. She stepped forward and looked deep into Clay's eyes. He became a bit dazed in Alex's dark, sparkling irises. Her beautiful face projected authority. "You bet I am, baby," she replied.

Clay's lips parted as a twinge of a smile showed on his face. "I-" he started.

Alex lifted her arm and gently pressed her index finger onto his lips. "You lost the bet, and now you are paying the price," Alex said, peering down at him.

Clay recalled the event that started this. He had to last for five minutes under constant stimulation from Alex. If she had brought him to orgasm during that time, he would have to get rid of his safe-word for two hours, where she could do anything her mind desired. It would also be the very first time Alex would try femdom on Clay. If he lasted for the full five minutes, the opposite would have resulted.

Clay was a dom. It was in his nature. Alex was a switch. Frequently, these sessions would end with Alex shaking and rambling in pain and pleasure, and Clay standing over her beautiful, unraveled figure in satisfaction. That day, he lost the bet and it was now finally his turn.

He remembered the moment vividly. Alex had switched out of her sub-space. Clay had never seen this side of her before. Her entire being had been focused on milking him. Each stroke of his cock wasn't for his pleasure, it was just for his cum. Clay wasn't a sub. This was purely for Alex's entertainment, and he was nervous for the wrath of her revenge.

Alex tucked a strand of her silky ginger hair behind her ear. She leaned over Clay, and traced a line down his abs with her fingertips. "You're so hot all tied up like this," Alex smiled, her voice smooth and sultry. Clay's cock started swelling with arousal, but she continued tracing his abs with an index finger. "You sure you don't wanna be tied up like this more often?" She teasingly asked.

Clay rolled his eyes, "Anything for you, my love. And that's kind of ticklish!"

"You smell so good, baby," she nestled her face into the crook of his neck, bringing her hands up to run them through his jet black hair. His cock, now fully hard, rested against his stomach. It was hot and comfortably heavy on his skin.

Alex completely ignored this, and planted soft kisses on Clay's neck. Her peachy lips felt so good on him, but he was distracted by the empty feeling between his legs.

"When you step out of the shower with steam rising off of your skin, and hot water dripping down your hair, oh god, you make me melt," Alex whispered into his ear. Clay blushed to the ears with embarrassment. "Th-that turns you on?"

Alex finally placed a hand on the base of his dick, making Clay shudder from the sudden touch. She turned around and picked up a bottle of lube from a nightstand. Alex started slowly pouring lube over his erection.

Her voice dripping with seduction, Alex bent down until she was eye level with Clay's twitching member and cooed, "My, what a pretty cock."

"Aw, you're such a tease," Clay groaned jokingly.