You wouldn’t think that a fairy tale could come true in a dimly lit corner bar, but stranger things have happened.

I found my own happily-ever-after — albeit one on the kinky side of the street — when a beautiful damsel made her way into the rowdy room.

She was so different from the giggling, twinkling Friday night set. She was all in black — turtleneck, trousers — and her high-heeled shoes laced up smartly. I’ve never been transparent about my desires with the guys. Saying you want to submit to a woman isn’t the type of confession that comes naturally over nachos. But when the domme of my daydreams strode into the pub, I made my excuses and hurried to her side.

There was a throng, as ever, at the bar, but I muscled my way in next to her, and when she placed an order, I said, “That one’s on me… if you’ll accept.” I hoped I wasn’t being too forward. She had a certain domineering air about her, and I had a sense that she was into the same type of play that revs my engine. But you can never be sure.

 "What else would you like on you?” she asked. Her cool tone set my libido ablaze.

While the bartender was off, mixing her martini, I leaned closer to her and in a low voice whispered, “Anything you want.”

“I like that answer,” she said. “I can work with that.” I felt lit up at her approval, and I would have left with her right then, but she took her time with her drink. She toyed with the olives on the stick. She savored every sip of the fiery gin. The whole time, it was as if she held the key to my inner desires. Every look she shot me let me know that I was in for a wild evening. I simply had to bide my time, offer up my patience, rein in my desires. That sounds easy enough, but my cock was already reminding me that patience isn’t one of my top ten virtues.

“Do you have to tell your friends you’re leaving?” she queried after she’d finished her drink. I shook my head as she wrapped one arm around my waist. My friends would be able to figure out what had happened. I saw my buddy Max shoot me a look over the head of the cute brunette he’d been chatting up. A look of interest. Did he guess? Could he know? Did I give a shit? Not at all.

On the ride to her place, there was none of the usual small talk I despise. We didn’t discuss hobbies, bucket lists, or our first pets. Instead, she said, “Tell me, what’s your safeword?”

“She gave me the full treatment, slamming into me so I could feel her power.”

That was a promising start! I had one at the ready for her, but still, I waited a second, as if I were searching for the perfect word. Then I said, “Diamond.”

“Really?” she seemed intrigued. “Is there a story behind that?”

I didn’t look at her as I said, “No, ma’am. But you came in, and the place seemed suddenly filled with class tonight. You shone like a diamond.”

She laughed at that, a low pleased sound that stirred me inside and out. I’d given her a compliment, and she’d accepted.

At her place, she had me undress immediately. Then she put a collar around my neck, attached a short leash, and led me to the bedroom. I’ve been with my share of dominant lovers, but I had never experienced something like this so quickly. Our connection was white-hot. I felt as if I’d known her for years, had been kissing her feet, licking her pussy, submitting to her every whim. But this was our first night. The first of many, I dared to hope. I was thrilled at my luck. This woman kept a leash and collar in the chest of drawers by her front door! What else might she have in the place? Was she going to lead me to a secret dungeon room?

At this juncture, the answer was no. She took me to a severely decorated boudoir, one that matched her style of dress. Nothing out of place. All clean, hard lines. In her room, she had me follow a series of commands. I think she wanted to put me through the paces, simply to see if I could keep up. “Up” was definitely the operative word. The whole time, my dick was rock hard and my urgency was building. I would have done anything to please her. I would have jumped through any hoop. Fortunately, she simply wanted me to jump onto her bed.

I did so, and she said, “You’re an obedient sub. I’ll give you that. Now, what if I ask something more difficult of you? What if I blindfold you?”

I shut my eyes. My posture shifted, so that my head was slightly down as I offered myself to her. She slid a blindfold over my eyes, and I waited for what would come next.

“Now,” she said, “what if I cuff you?”

My hands trembled. I would have put them forward, but maybe she wanted me with my wrists over my head. Or perhaps she’d have me bend with my hands behind my back. I nodded and awaited her next request with a fever building inside me.

Tell me, my inner voice begged. I’ll do it. Just say the word.

“Over your head,” she said, and that’s how I found myself bound on her bed, positioned on my back, with my wrists cuffed and my sight impaired. What was next? What would she do? I felt nails tickling along my ribs. I felt her breath against my skin. Anticipation sparked through me. I worked to keep my body still.

Then without warning, I felt something new. I shivered. She’d slid on a pair of leather gloves, and she was stroking me all over. However, these were more than average, everyday gloves. I tensed all over. These were vampire gloves, gloves with a bite, studded with tiny tacks at the fingertips to heighten the experience of being touched. My body shifted and bucked. I wanted to feel her hand around my cock, but I didn’t dare ask for this. Not yet. I knew I still had to prove myself, and I was right. Next, she had me roll over on the bed, with my arms still above my head. I felt her slip a pillow under my hips. Now my ass was raised to her specifications. What would she do?

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Fairly quickly, she began to spank my ass, letting those exotic leather gloves torment my bare skin. I didn’t moan or beg. I steeled myself to accept whatever punishment she saw fit to deal out. I knew I could last like this all night. I have a high tolerance for pleasurable pain. I wouldn’t safeword. But clearly my lady was impatient; after a precious few stinging slaps, she asked me one more question. “Do you want to be fucked?”

“Oh, yes,” I told her. “Yes, please, Mistress.”

That’s how I found myself on the receiving end of her strap-on. With my eyes shut behind the blindfold and the cuffs still on my wrists, I submitted totally to her. She used an ocean of lube, and she took me nice and slow at the start. But when she sensed I was ready, she gave me the full treatment, slamming into me so hard I could feel her power at my very core.

I knew better than to come without asking for permission. I held myself in check as long as I possibly could, but when I could wait no longer I said, “Please, Mistress, may I?” I was desperate. If she denied me, I wouldn’t be able to resist.

“With me,” she demanded, setting me free, and I could tell that she was experiencing her own magical orgasm from the way she cried out and held still with that synthetic cock of hers jammed deep in my ass. I came all over her pillow, and then I shivered wildly with the last flickers of pleasure as she withdrew from my asshole.

Soon, too soon, she took off my blindfold. I rolled over to face her, feeling slightly sheepish. Would she set me free? Would she send me away? No, I got the feeling that she wanted something more. She’d made a total transformation. There she was, looking like a damsel in distress, with her long hair loose and her body almost glowing.

“I need you inside me,” she said, parting her pussy lips to show me her pierced and bejeweled clit.

I had slain the dragon. I had survived the tasks. Now she would release me, her handsome prince, release me from my bonds so I could plunder her treasure-filled cave.

It was a kinkily-ever-after.

A fairytale with a submissive twist.

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