He said he wanted me. He said he’d do anything for a chance at me. When I asked him to be more specific about what he wanted, he blushed a bit, then said he wanted to be naked in bed with me.
“And you said you’d do anything?” I asked him.
“Yes,” he said in a rushed explosion of air from his lungs. “Anything.”
I smiled at him. A soft smile that hinted at intimacy to come. If he’d been looking into my eyes he would have seen the pity there. And he would have known that he was in trouble. Would have run the other way, even. Silly man, wine had made him brave enough to forget his reservations. And his gloves. When you play with fire, you really ought to wear gloves.
So I took him to my room. My cousin’s home, rather ostentatiously called a “chateau” for the benefit of the winery, had many rooms, and mine was at the end of a rather long hallway, as secluded from the vanilla guests as he could comfortably put me without incurring insult or temptation. There is a history between my cousin and me…
I let the beaming man into my room. He looked like a child, radiant with joy, and eager, oh so eager, to please. Part of me pitied him, but part of me looked pitilessly upon him. He had some lessons to learn, this man-boy. Three, in fact. One, be careful what you wish for, it might come true. Two, beware offering anything for something. And three, what drew him so strongly to me was my dominance–so it was time to learn about submission.
I stood before him, hands on hips and told him that his wish “to be naked in bed with me” was granted. I made him strip naked. Utterly naked, save for the ribbons I placed around his little cock and balls and tied into pretty bows. And I was in bed with him alright, crop in hand. After a few cuts of my crop he begged for me to let him go, and yet he was unbound. He was free to leave, I told him. He could pick up his clothes and step outside to dress whenever he wished. But he stayed, as I knew he would. His little cock was hard, all tied up in its frilly bondage, and he ridiculously held out hope that he’d get to be with me. Be inside me. Ewww.! Like I’d grant a pathetic small-dicked loser like him access to my body in that way! My body is a temple and he was fit only to worship at it. And so that is what I taught him. How to worship my body, how to be my throne, how to serve me. He said he’d do anything to be naked in bed with me, and, well, he nearly did everything.
There are some things I didn’t do. Like let him cum. He was intoxicated, afterall.
