Perhaps I made a mistake when I told my girlfriend that I wanted to be dominated. I admit I’m not one who can handle too much pain. Maybe I expected her to just take control but she took it further than that. She was hungry with power from the moment she walked through that door.

After receiving a call to come over, I made my way to her place. Once there, I came inside and sat down in a chair and waited. She yelled out from the bathroom, “Go in the bedroom and sit down on the bed.” Of course I did what she wanted. The door slowly opened as she stood in the doorway. There was little light in the bedroom but I had no problem making out what she was wearing. Her breast were encased by a tight black leather corset, accompanied by black panties, knee high boots and leather gloves that almost went to her elbows. My girlfriend knew my fetishes and had no problem acting on them.

Obviously stunned and surprised by this, removing my pants seemed like the only logical thing to do. While I removed my lower half of clothing, she put a cigarette between her lips and sat down in a chair, staring me down. Fire arose once she struck the match against her boot and held it close to her lips. Smoke filled the room as she deeply inhaled then blew the smoke my way. My dick stood tall and hard and I couldn’t keep myself from touching it. “Stop!” she yelled as she stood up, taking another hit from her cigarette.