Once upon a time, in the dark fantasies corners of my mind, I found myself yearning for control. Not just any kind of control – but the kind that comes with wrapping someone up tight and making them completely mine. So one fateful night when I had an unsuspecting victim… errr, partner at hand (heh), I decided to act on those desires.
I led him into a room adorned only by candles flickering softly against the walls; their warm glow casting shadows across his face as he took it all in curiously. Without warning or hesitation, I pinned him down onto a large bed covered in black silk sheets and began binding his wrists together using thick rope harnesses from our collection of BDSM toys 
we’d picked up earlier that day (don’t judge me). His eyes grew wide with both fear and excitement as he realized what was happening – but there was no escape now!
As each knot tightened around his skinny little body like sinuous snakes slithering over smooth rocks beneath water’s surface-like rippling muscles under taut skin—his breath h eserved into short gasps between clenched teeth. It was exhilarating watching him squirm under my command; feeling so powerless yet still aroused by the situation at hand (pun intended).
With a smirk curling up one corner of my lips, I reached for a riding crop hidden beneath some pillows and gave it an ominous crack against the wooden floorboards nearby – making sure not to miss his bound form’s view from where he lay helplessly spread eagle before me. His cock twitched visibly in response despite himself; clearly unable resisting this newfound thrill ride we were embarking upon together now that our roles had been reversed so dramatically!
“You like being mine?” I purred huskily while running fingertips along sensitive areas previously left untouched during vanilla sex sessions past – tracing patterns across abdomen muscles flexed taut from restraints holding them captive just as much as they held him physically immobile on bed sheets below me…
My other hand trailed lower still until finally brushing lightly over swollen head glistening pre-come droplets gathered there like dew on grass after morning’s mist has cleared away under warm summer sun. “Do you want more?” I asked softly, my voice barely above whisper level yet carrying enough menace to make him shiver involuntarily beneath me despite himself – a thrilling mix of fear and desire coursing through veins now alight with adrenaline rush brought about by our twisted little game we were playing out here tonight…
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