His To Command

The moon hung high in the sky, casting ethereal silver light through the sprawling bedroom window. It spilled onto the luxurious four-poster bed, illuminating a black satin sheet, and a figure poised on the edge. A tremor of anticipation ran through the air, charged by the promise of pleasure and pain, dominance and submission.

Braided leather cuffs dangled from slender hands, as she awaited his touch. He moved towards her, a towering silhouette against the moonlit backdrop, his eyes gleaming with a dominant’s desire. Each step he took resonated with the authority that ruled their unique dance; he was the puppeteer, she the marionette, ready to be strung up and set into motion.

With deft hands, he fastened her wrists, then her ankles, to the bedposts. Once bound, he trailed his fingers up her arms, lingering on her goosebump covered flesh, before leaning down to press a firm kiss on her lips. Her breath hitched at the contact, a whimper escaping her sealed lips when he pulled away.

‘Remember,’ he murmured against her ear, ‘you’re mine to command, to control.’

Her heart raced beneath his palm as she whispered back, ‘Yes, Master.’

He moved to the far corner of the room, his footsteps echoing softly. She heard a low hum, followed by the whirring of gears, a sound that always sent a thrill down her spine. With slow deliberation, he returned, holding aloft a contraption unlike any other. Crafted of sleek chrome and matte leather, an intricate suspension system designed primarily for one purpose: bondage play.

Hooking it overhead to a discreetly installed ceiling track, he watched her eyes widen, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew this moment was crucial; trust must exist between a dominant and a submissive, for one could not survive without the other.

‘Ready?’ he asked, though the answer was already implied within her dilated pupils and shallow breaths.

She nodded fervently, surrendering control, trusting him with her safety. And so, he began, fastening each cuff to the apparatus, raising her limbs until she hung just above the bed, entirely at his mercy. He allowed the apparatus to rotate gently, suspending her upside down for a moment, eliciting a delighted shriek before returning her to the original position.

The sensation of helplessness sent a shiver down her spine. Her body was taut, every nerve ending heightened with awareness. Her Master wasted no time in exploring her exposed form, his fingertips tracing patterns on her skin, teasingly close to her aching core.

As he stepped away, she whimpered in protest, only to be silenced by the crack of a riding crop against her inner thigh. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting, capturing her full attention.

He began, alternating between soft caresses and sharp slaps, causing her to gasp and moan, the dual sensations leaving her dazed and desperate for more. As he brought the crop down harder, she felt tears leak from the corners of her eyes, nothing but pleasure transcending the pain, merging into a symphony of submission.

A skillful manipulation of the system allowed him to lower her until her mouth brushed against his erection, still concealed behind dark trousers. With a murmured command, she opened her lips, allowing him to guide himself inside, relishing the wet warmth surrounding him.

Her inability to move, to do anything but receive him, amplified their dynamic, pushing him to the brink of control. She took him eagerly, passionately, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. Moments later, he pulled free, denying them both release, reminding her who held the reins.

With expert timing, he raised and lowered the suspension device, rocking her against the slowly rotating bars. Every shift brought new sensations, fire and ice combining, as she strained against her bonds, surrendering to the rhythm he set.

When ecstasy overtook her, she screamed his name, her body convulsing despite being suspended in mid-air. Her release was powerful, leaving her limp and breathing heavily, utterly spent.

He caught her as she fell, cradling her gently, before disassembling the intricate bondage device. Gently, he laid her back onto the bed, removing the cuffs and massaging life back into her wrists and ankles.

In that moment, as they lay tangled together, celestial lovers reunited under the watchful gaze of Luna, they understood the true beauty of their relationship. He found solace in dominance, she in submission, their D/s, BDSM playground a sacred space where they could explore the depths of their desires, bound only by trust, love, and a determination to give each other the kind of pleasure that transcended the mundane.

And so, night after night, they would dance beneath the moon, their rhythm changing, but always returning to this singular moment of surrendering to each other, freely, openly, unapologetically.

© Seductive Poetry