I finished up the dishes and began heading for the bedroom. Mike already knew what to do, and I knew what to expect when I entered. The big hairy lug sat nude on the edge of the bed. His soulful gaze was downcast and sheepish. I noticed his eyes flickering over to the drawn curtains. I could tell he was inspecting them—double-checking to see if he had shut them properly. His nervousness was endearing but a sign that he still had not given over complete control yet. Still, he was doing well.

His submission came in inklings. I could feel that remaining distance between us closing by inches each time. More and more, I’m able to experiment with new techniques during our sessions. Still, this much progress was good. However, I wanted all of him. As patient, kind, and generous as I was— I was determined to win that last shred of trust from him.

Then, and only, then could I relish in his total submission. Enjoying the pure feeling of him coming undone in my hands—watching him let go of his fears. My heart fluttered at the thought, and I found myself blushing as I looked over his demure husky frame. Mike glanced up at me with that dark and charming gaze of his. He was obedient and waited for me to speak first—another endearing trait.

“Did you wash up?” I asked and approached him.

“Yes—I did,” Mike answered quickly and bowed his head as my fingers came to tangle in his wavy mane.

I loved Mike’s wild locks. Often touching or inhaling the scent of his unkempt tresses. I could see how much Mike enjoyed my touch. His face relaxed as he leaned into my palm. “Are you ready? You remember what I said I wanted to do, yes?” I asked softly to him, kissing and sliding my teeth over his ear lobe.

Mike flushed but nodded.

“Alright—get on the bed…” At my command, Mike slid back.

I wanted his attention to focus only on me. However, Mike always had his focus split, and turned outward in some capacity. He’d often fret over what people would think of him. I, on the other hand, didn’t have time to care about other’s opinions, and wanted to cultivate that same confidence in my lover.

Tonight, I’d deprive him of his senses. Allowing him to feel only one thing—me and me alone. I wanted his focus only on my hands, my mouth, and my body pressed to his.

Tying Mike up across the bed, I anchored him face down, with his ankles tied to the bedposts. It barred him from jolting away or closing his legs as I played with him, toying with his girthy cock as it hung unprotected while I bound him up. I wove a black silk rope around his handsome frame. Looping it across his robust torso and barreled chest. Criss-crossing it over his large build like a corset.

Pulling him into an oppressing bow across the mattress. The grain of the soft rope bit into his skin only mildly—but just tight enough to toe the line of pain. The length of it dug in around his inner thighs—weaving it under his hefty scrotum, then back, and over the width of his broad back. The last knots secured his shoulders to the opposite bedposts, with wrists tied to his ankles. The final bindings were put in place, forcing Mike to jut his bared ass into the air.

I could see Mike shiver as I pulled the last knot tight. “Good—just relax, Mike.” Leaning down, I leveled my face with his pressed into the bed. Then kissed him softly and sweetly. “Safeword?”

“P-pomegranate…” Mike uttered back.

“Good boy,” I smiled and ruffled his hair.

Then I retrieved a dark length of cloth, using it as a blindfold and wrapping it around his eyes. With sight and movement barred, I was ready to make his remaining senses come alive.

I started slowly with him at first. Keeping the atmosphere between us romantic and loving. With a paddle brush in my hand, I brushed his hair. Grooming his locks affectionately before taking the broad flat back of the brush head and swatting Mike’s defenseless rear.

“Mmph!” Mike grunted. The blow stung more than anything, but it was a pleasurable tingle—one that I could see made Mike shudder pleasingly.

“Another?” I asked. My voice lowered into a husky tone as I watched the square shape of the brush begin to bloom across the pale cheek of his hairy buttocks.

“Y-yes.” Mike whimpered.

“Hm? What was that?” I toyed playfully with him.

“Y-yes, please!” Mike yelped louder. That earned a smile from his buxom domme as I watched my submissive blush from head to toe.