**Bound by Her Command**

The dungeon was dim, lit only by flickering red bulbs that cast long shadows over the leather restraints and steel chains. I knelt on the cold floor, my wrists already cuffed behind my back, the bite of the metal a stark contrast to the heat coiling low in my stomach. She stood over me, her black corset straining against her full breasts, the curve of her hips accentuated by the tight latex of her skirt. Her stiletto heel pressed into my thigh, just shy of painful.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice smooth like silk but edged with steel. I obeyed, tilting my head up to meet her dark eyes. A smirk curled her lips as she grabbed my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. “Good boy.”

I shuddered at the praise, my cock already straining against my tight pants. She noticed, of course—she always did. With a slow drag of her heel, she pressed it directly against my bulge, applying just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. “Eager, aren’t you?” she purred, grinding down slightly. I bit my lip, nodding.

She laughed, then stepped back. “Strip.”

I scrambled to obey, my fingers fumbling with my clothes under her watchful gaze. Every movement felt clumsy under her scrutiny, but soon I was naked except for the cuffs, my cock hard and leaking against my stomach. She circled me like a predator, dragging a single fingernail down my chest. “On the bench. Now.”

The padded bench was cold against my bare skin as I lay back. She secured my ankles to the restraints at the base, spreading my legs wide before cinching another belt around my waist, pinning me in place. My cock twitched, completely exposed, and she smirked as she trailed her fingers along the inside of my thigh.

“You’re mine tonight,” she murmured, gripping my shaft suddenly, her fingers tight. I groaned, arching into her touch, but she squeezed just shy of painful, stopping me. “Ah-ah. No moving unless I say.”

I gritted my teeth, nodding frantically. She rewarded me with a slow stroke, her thumb swiping over the head of my cock, smearing precum down my length. My hips jerked instinctively, and she tutted, slapping my inner thigh sharply. “I said *no moving*.”

“Fuck—sorry, Mistress,” I gasped, forcing myself still even as my body trembled with need.

She hummed, pleased, then released my cock and stepped away. I heard the clink of metal, the sound of something being retrieved from the table. When she returned, she held a thick leather blindfold. “Open your mouth.”

I did, and she stuffed a rubber ball gag between my teeth, buckling it tight behind my head. The blindfold came next, plunging me into darkness. My pulse roared in my ears, every sensation amplified—the cool air on my skin, the faint scent of her perfume, the creak of her heels as she moved.

Then her fingers were on me again, tracing over my chest, my nipples, pinching one sharply. I grunted behind the gag, my cock aching. She chuckled, then her mouth was on my neck, her teeth scraping my pulse point before she sucked hard, marking me. I whimpered, squirming, but the restraints held me fast.

Her hand wrapped around my cock again, stroking me slowly, torturously. I could hear her breathing, could feel her other hand trailing down to my balls, rolling them in her palm before dipping lower, teasing my hole. My entire body jerked, a muffled moan escaping me as she pressed a slick finger inside, just to the first knuckle.

“You like that?” she murmured, twisting her wrist just right as she pumped my cock. I nodded desperately, my thighs trembling. She chuckled. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

Her finger pushed deeper, curling slightly, and stars exploded behind my eyelids as she found *that* spot. I was panting now, my entire body coiled tight, but she kept her pace maddeningly slow, working me open while her other hand milked my cock, her thumb rubbing over the slit with every upstroke.

“You’re going to come for me,” she said, her voice dripping with command. “And you’re going to do it just like this—helpless, bound, completely at my mercy.”

I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my back arching as much as the restraints allowed as I spilled over her fingers, my cock pulsing violently. She didn’t stop, working me through it until I was a shuddering, whimpering mess.

Only then did she remove the blindfold, leaning down to kiss me possessively as she unbuckled the gag. “Good boy,” she whispered against my lips.

And I knew—I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.