Samantha had just arrived home after a long, grueling day at the law firm. Being a lawyer was demanding, but it was also what she thrived on—solving problems, commanding attention, making her presence felt. She had moved to this new city for a fresh start, leaving her ex-boyfriend behind in NYC along with the memories she no longer wanted to carry. She was ready for something different, something thrilling—a new pet, someone she could truly play with in the world of bondage.
She found Ben on slave-selection.com, a website that catered to dominant women searching for submissive men. From the very first message, there had been an undeniable spark—something deeper than casual curiosity. Samantha sensed Ben’s genuine desire to submit, his vulnerability, and his openness to delve beyond the superficial. It intrigued her, captivated her even.
Over weeks of exchanging messages, their connection grew stronger, built on candid conversations about boundaries, desires, and what led them to this dynamic. Before long, they both knew they needed to meet in person.
The moment had arrived. Standing together in the softly lit bedroom, Samantha felt everything they had shared—the weeks of messages, the intimate confessions—come to fruition. Her gaze lingered over the silk ropes she had laid out neatly on the bed, each one coiled with purpose, ready to be put into play.
Tonight was about more than just pleasure; it was about solidifying the trust they had carefully nurtured. She glanced over at Ben, who stood at the door, his breath slow but his eyes glinting with excitement.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice soft but commanding.
He nodded, stepping closer, the air between them crackling with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”
Samantha smiled, the title always sending a thrill through her. “Good. Then come here.”
Ben moved obediently, his eyes never leaving hers. There was a vulnerability in his movements that she loved—a willingness to surrender completely. He trusted her, and she never took that lightly.
“Hands in front of you,” she instructed.
He obeyed, stretching out his arms. She took the first length of silk, running it through her fingers before she began to tie. Slowly, meticulously, she looped the rope around his wrists, the soft fabric snug against his skin but never too tight. The knot was secure, a perfect symbol of their connection—strong yet delicate, just like their bond.
As she worked, her fingers brushed against his skin, making him shiver. She smiled at the reaction, knowing how sensitive he was to her touch. With his wrists bound, she guided him to the bed, gently pushing him to sit.
“Lean back,” she commanded, and he did as he was told, reclining into the soft sheets.
Next, she moved to his ankles, repeating the process with the same careful precision. Each knot was tied with care, a sign of her dominance but also her respect. She never forgot that this was a gift—his trust in her, and her ability to guide him through the experience.
When he was fully bound in bondage, she took a step back, admiring her work. Ben lay there, vulnerable but safe, his breathing shallow with anticipation. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his muscles tensed in readiness for whatever she might do next.
“You look perfect,” she whispered, and his lips curled into a smile.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached for the blindfold. “Do you trust me?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
“Completely,” he replied without hesitation.
With that, she placed the blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. His body stilled, waiting, as the world around him shrank to the sensation of her touch, the scent of her perfume, and the sound of her breath.
Samantha leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. “Good,” she whispered. “Now, let’s begin.”
