Pillow Princess

When I'd seen her profile on the BDSM site, she'd described herself as a "Pillow Princess" who was only into being pleasured and who wanted to retain strict control over any encounter.

We chatted for a while and, whilst she was playing hard to get, trying to tease me for all she was worth, ultimately I knew that it had been her who had come to me.

I'm not sure why. She was looking for subby men and soft Doms who'd give her exactly what she wanted, nothing more or less. Why she'd asked to meet up I wasn't sure, but I was damn sure it was going to be on my terms.

We arranged to meet at my flat. She was given specific instructions to wear stockings and heels only under an outer coat. This was a test I fully expected her to fail; she was determined it was going to be on her terms.

As I assumed she would, she turned up overdressed. It was a very nice dress, but she'd been warned that she should be prepared to have anything other than the requested items cut off her.

Somehow I don't think she believed I'd follow through with it. Nothing like a nice easy example to show her that I mean what I say. Getting home afterwards without clothing was her issue.

Once she was naked but for the stockings, I took a firm grip on her neck and began to pull the latex hood down over her head. This covered her head and made her realise that I'd meant what I said about treating her as just another object.

Once it was fully on and zipped up the back, she looked like a faceless sex doll, naked and ready to be used. Not quite ready, I wrapped a tall posture collar around her neck to further curtail her movements.

Once that was done, I took hold of the prominent ring attached to the front of the collar and dragged her with me to the window. My flat had floor-to-ceiling windows looking over the city. We were high enough up that you couldn't really see in from the ground and there weren't many other buildings with a line of sight to the window, but that wasn't what she knew.

As far as she was aware, I was taking her to the window in plain sight of the entire city, showing off her mostly naked form to all and sundry. The suction cups I'd attached near the top of the window had cuffs hanging down from them.

I quickly used them to secure her in a standing spreadeagle against the window. Her ankles I likewise attached to cups spread apart on the floor.

After she was fully secured, I stood up, moved in close to her ear and whispered, "I know you said that you like your pussy licked and that you think only subby men would do that to you. Well, that might be true if they were doing it on your terms. Now you're here on my terms. I'm going to lick, finger and vibrate your cunt for at least the next hour and you won't get to cum once. My terms, pet."

I left her there hanging in the window with the sun going down behind her whilst I went to fetch the toys and equipment I wanted from the table.

I put a cushion down between her widely spread legs and sat down cross-legged, her smooth, hairless crotch at the perfect level for me to reach forward and touch it with the tip of my tongue. I refrained from doing that just yet and put down the items I'd collected.

The paintbrush, G-spot probe and clitoral vibrator joined the lube on the floor within easy reach. Over the course of the next hour, all of these were used at varying times to reduce the girl to a sobbing mess, hanging limply from her bonds.

I took my, by now sodden, shirt off and wiped my face and mouth with it.

"Who knew you could squirt so much, pet?" I said. "Now that we've got you warmed up, it's time for the second course, pet. Are you ready?" I asked rhetorically.

I stood up and stretched, then undid her ankles and reached up to undo her wrists. Keeping hold of them to help keep her upright, I turned her around so that she was facing the window this time. Her breasts, which she'd told me not to touch as they were too sensitive, were firmly pressed against the glass. Well, I figure if she's the one rubbing them against the glass, it's not my fault, right?

Resecuring her, I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You said that you thought rimming was always a subby act too, didn't you? Well, I'll enjoy doing this, although you might want me to stop."

With that, I resumed my place between her legs and began to do what I'd promised. Who knows, she might even be able to get an orgasm from this given her current state of mind…