"I'm not going to hurt you, papa. I'm just gonna use you. You cooperate and everything will be fine. You fight me, and I'm gonna punish you. you understand?" He failed to respond, so she again, grabbed his hair hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. "When I say cooperate, I mean you answer with a nod of your head when I ask a question, and you follow my instructions when I give em to you. Now, lets try again. Do you understand?" His head slowly nodded yes. "Good boy.", she purred, and with that she very softly nibbled on his ear, and then his neck.
"Wh..." was as far as he got, before she clamped on his mouth again; her voice taking on a hard edge.
"You don't talk, unless I say you can. Understand?", he was about to try speaking again, when she dug her fingernails slightly into his face. Again he nodded his understanding. "Here's the rules, papa. You only do one thing with this mouth. Anytime I press something against it, you will use your tongue your lips and your teeth on it, like a lover. You will not try to bite, and you will do a good job or you will be punished. Got it?" He nodded yes. She released his mouth and pressed her thumb against his lips. When he didn't open his mouth fast enough she bit him hard on the cheek. Suddenly he was sucking, licking and nibbling her finger with enthusiam. " Mmmmmm... Very nice.", she whispered into his ear.
She looped another thong around his neck and told him to stand. She then walked him to the bed room and the large four poster bed, leaving the thong around his neck just tight enough to be snug, she tied it to one of the posts near the foot of the bed and then faced him. Her hands undid his belt buckle, and she ordered him to kick off his boots. He did so, stiffly because of the thong binding his neck. Then she dropped his pants, and his underwear; stripped off his socks, and with a scissor cut off his shirt leaving him completely bare. She stood back, admiring his helpless nakedness.
Observing him she came to the conclusion that he was a natural sub; his eyes were cast down to the ground, and she could see at times he wanted to speak or act but could not find the will or way to do so. She opened her robe letting it slide to the floor, and from the periphery of his vision his eyes saw her. The stiletto heels and black stockings drew his eyes to her like a fire draws a moth. The stockings were actually suspender hose, that were attached at her belly to a halter like bra, creating an incredible catsuit. Lost in her incredible beauty his nature betrayed him, and his erection swelled with a life of it's own. Then over her shoulder he saw a mirror. Saw himself reflected there, bound and humiliated, his eyes grew hard and he lowered them to the ground.She noted his reactions; his appreciation of her body, and then his renewed anger when he looked into the mirror behind her. He was so delicious to her; his pride would provide her biggest challenge, but she was confidant she could overcome it. She stepped up to him until her breasts pressed against him, and lightly placed her hands on his hips. She pushed his feet apart with her own, and stood there smiling at him, until she felt his erection press against her bush. "Oh my! What was that?" She saw his anger return. Saw him look over her, trying to avoid her gaze. She ran her fingers over his skin, and turned her body left and right, brushing her nipples against him. "You may as well face it. You're mine. I'm going to take my pleasure from you, and fuck your brains out." She untied his neck and then pulled him backwards onto the bed. Laying him on his back, she retied the thong to the head board, leaving a 2 foot lead. She pushed his legs apart, laying ontop of him with one leg between his, and ground her bush into his hip as she gave him the deepest kisses she'd ever given. He lay there still, until a squeeze of his hair got his mouth open, and he returned the kiss.
