Sana Pov
Tzuyu and I been in a relationship for 5 years. Our sex life had been fun but it followed a “set menu”. Tzuyu would move me into different positions, telling me exactly what he was going to do. He got off on being dominant and tying me up, and we kept a soft black rope in the bedside drawer. Back then, I liked it: I was 23 and had only slept with four people, whereas he was more experienced.
But when we broke up, I began masturbating more. I figured out what I liked in bed – and that wasn’t just being flipped around willy-nilly.
Arranging to meet again at a cocktail bar a week after our first reunion, the chat quickly became sexual. “I’m imagining what I’m going to do to you,” Tzuyu wrote.
But this time, I needed to take control. I was tired of being told what to do. I Googled “bondage kit” and found under-bed restraints. Tentatively, I ordered a set. As nervous as I felt about them, it also turned me on thinking about Tzuyu’s face the moment I tied him up.
I had the whole evening planned, from my outfit – a revealing cupless bra underneath a sheer mesh body – to the crotchless knickers I shoved into his hand as soon as he arrived at the bar. In my firmest voice, I commanded he go to the bathroom and put them on.
I was nervous at first but didn’t let it show, downing Old Fashioneds for courage. After an hour of extremely sexy tension, I turned to him and said, “You’re coming home with me and I’m going to take charge.” His reply? “Yes, ma’am.”
We raced to the taxi. Once home, I led Tzuyu to my room and told him to take off his clothes, leaving the knickers on. Pushing him gently onto my bed, I guided his wrists and ankles into the restraints I’d set up earlier, and slipped a leather blindfold over his eyes.
Lightly tracing my fingertips over his thighs, I watched as his buddy strained against the lace of my knickers. “Are you ready to give me what I need?” I asked. Inside I still felt a little shaky, but my voice sounded strong and sure. When Tzuyu nodded enthusiastically, I felt encouraged.
Putting one leg either side of his head, I lowered myself onto his face and pulled my underwear to the side. “You taste amazing,” he groaned as I rocked my hips back and forth. His tongue swirled around until I felt myself nearing orgasm. “Not yet,” I thought.
I lifted his buddy up out of the lace and took it in my
mouth. “Oh, f*ck,” he moaned. As his breathing
quickened, I spun into reverse cowgirl. I made sure he
Felt every inch of himself slip inside me.
Releasing his left wrist, I ordered him to stroke my clit while I rode him. As I was getting close, I leant back to remove his blindfold and told him: “You can come now.” Tzuyu thrust into me harder as he came and I felt the ripple of an orgasm spread through me. It lasted for what felt likely minutes, leaving me totally speechless.
Afterwards, Tzuyu said he’d always secretly fantasised about being dominated by me. “This won’t be the last time,” I said.
- It's short 'cause I'm lazy :)
