It’s been too long…little slut. Patience. You knew when you met me that wasn’t my virtue. The misconception is that Dom’s are supposed to be physically controlling, distant, and powerful, but you and I both know that they’ve got it twisted. It no fun to take you with my strength. It’s what a lesser man would do. Your mind, however, now that’s a worthy adversary. You’re the smartest person I know. To dominate your psyche…that’s my prize. I wanted to see you crack. A little Ivy League physicist, you knew all about the universe, but you didn’t have someone to explore the cosmos of your desires. It’s the little things that turned you into my sub. The eye contact, how I listened to you, these things spoke more about how I wanted to take care of you than if I had said it when pinning you to a wall. You felt safe, which is the essence of what it means to be dominated. You felt safe enough to explore what you wanted, and your decision, well, you wanted to serve. I relished that moment, when you came to my room and called me “Sir”, when you followed it up with “Please…Daddy” because I didn’t demand these things. I was given them. That’s when I knew I broke you. You stripped for me, not sensuously, but hurriedly. You wanted to be used and now. I took you and I guided you to the closet. I told you to raise your hands above your head and handcuffed you to the clothing rack rail. You had to go up on your tippy toes, back arched, ass out just to accommodate the position. Your breathing was labored, like panting. I looked left to right along my closet. There’s my winter coat….my grey suit…my pants hmm I should iron those…and…my little slut. It’s so nice to have all of my things in one place. I move in front of you, and I make eye contact. I dip my head to kiss you as you try to lift yourself even more than you already are just to meet my lips. I grab your ass as our tongues intertwine. You’re soft…fuckable. I break our touch and stroll behind you. You try to keep me in your sights but fail. Smack. Your taut ass takes the first blow. It’s not to strike pain. I’m just testing my new gift. You gave yourself to me, didn’t you? I reach up and grab your hair to pull your head back. I nearly lose my cool as I force you to contort to my whims. You chest sticks out and your ass pushes back as I hold firmly to your silky hair. Your breathing quickens as your ass reaches my hips. You feel what I’m trying to restrain. I come in front of you and drop to my knees. I kiss along your inner thigh until I reach your glistening wetness. I dive in with my tongue and you squeal in pleasure. A “Thank you, Daddy” escapes your lips. Your left knee begins to tremble…it shakes even harder…and just before it reaches a crescendo…I stop. Not yet. The handcuffs are digging into your wrists as you no longer have the strength to prop yourself up on your toes. I go behind you one final time and undo my belt and pants. My cock finally comes free, and I smack it against your ass cheeks. Despite your fatigue, you lift back up on your toes to present your ass to me. I press the head of my cock against your slick pussy. “Is this what you came here for?” I ask. You nod and respond, “Please fuck me, Sir.”