When I first met Mitchell, he told me he would like to fulfill a bondage
fantasy and asked me to write one for him. He provided me with one from
his view point, but MY aspect of bondage was a little different.
Obviously, I was going to be the one in control not him. Here’s a
scenario I’d like to explore with him:

The kids had gone away for the weekend so I had the apartment to myself. I
called Mitchell at home:

“Hello?” He answered.

“Get over here right now.” I ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” he replied.

As I waited for him during the 20 minutes it takes to drive from one side
of town to the other, I went around the house lighting candles and turning
off the lights, trying to create the mood for the evening. I slipped into
my red satin negligee and sprayed cologne in my “special” places. As time
shortened before his arrival, I displayed my “toys” for easy access upon
Mitchell’s arrival. Soon there was a knock at the door.

I opened the door, standing in full view so Mitchell could see I was
wearing my negligee with nothing beneath. His eyes widened, but with a
look, he lowered his head, knowing he was not permitted to stare at me in
the eyes. I took his hand and pulled him inside the apartment and shut the
door, locking it behind me.

“Did you wear it?” I asked.

“Yes, mistress.” He replied

“Take your clothes off, I want to see it.” I ordered him.

“Yes, mistress.” He whispered as he began to undress, eyes lowered all the
while.

“Fold your clothes and lay them on the chair as you remove them.” I
ordered.

“Yes, mistress.” He continued to undress and began to fold his clothes,
starting with his shirt, then removing his socks and shoes, and finally his
jeans, revealing the leather strap he wore beneath.