Her Terms For Taking Me Back (Femdom, BDSM, Spanking)

After a series of relationships sabotaged by his own controlling ways, Daniel returns to the woman he remembers being happiest with, only to find her changed. Marissa has learned a lot about herself and about the world since they were last together and if Daniel wants to be with her now, he will be the one to surrender control. A fulfilling and charged relationship may await, but only after Marissa has made Daniel suffer for his past transgressions and made it very, very clear who is the dominant and who is the submissive.

Excerpt:

"Now," she said. "Look in the mirror."

I turned and saw myself, pale and feeling a little scrawny as I stood fully naked in this strange building and in this strange room. My face was flushed and my cock stood straight out pointing at me in the mirror's reflection. Next to me stood Marissa, still in her business attire and with her intense eyes alight. Though I didn't entirely understand why, it was incredibly arousing to see myself naked and vulnerable beside this woman, beautiful and refined – in control and well-clothed.

"This is your uniform," she explained. "When you are in this room, this is how I expect you to present yourself. You are to be available to me in whatever way I deem necessary, whether for punishment or satisfaction or reward. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," I said quietly.

"Good. Then go and bring me that chair against the wall."

I turned and noticed for the first time a grey folding chair propped against the wall. I went and brought it to her. The metal was cool against my fingers and my hip as I carried it.

"Set it here," she instructed, indicating directly in front of her.

I unfolded it and set it on the ground. She took a seat in it.

"Now lie on my lap, here."

I regarded her nervously, but when I hesitated her eyes rose to meet mine, coolly expectant. I took in a shallow breath and then bent over and draped myself awkwardly over her knees. My stomach brushed over the soft cloth of her pants and I rested my palms against the floor in front of my face. Lowering myself down, my stiff cock found its way into the space between her legs. My ass was pushed high in the air by the posture, becoming the most prominent part of my body.

I stifled a gasp as I felt a hand caress my ass cheek and run down the back of my thigh.

"This is going to be a simple atonement today," she said. "This is to make the nature of our relationship clear to you."

I breathed deliberately, waiting for the pain to begin.

"Danny, when you are being punished or are about to be punished and I am speaking to you, I would like you to respond to me by saying 'yes, mistress.' I want to be sure that you hear and understand me, and that you never become so pre-occupied by what we are doing that you cannot learn the lesson you are here to learn."

"Yes, mistress," I said to the floor, already partially distracted by the sensations of her fingers on my skin.

"Thank you. You are learning very quickly. Don't think I do not recognize and appreciate that."

I felt a small warmth of pride at her compliment. Her hand was cupping my ass.

"Now, I would like you to tell me what is about to happen is about to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Mistress?"

"I would like you to tell me why you are being punished." Her hand moved smoothly across my sensitive skin. The tight stiffness of my cock was almost painful. I did not entirely understand why I was so aroused.