the clang of handcuffs jostling against the bedposts is what makes the dom wake up. they tug against them, gasping when they realize that their feet are bound, too.

“good morning,” the sub chirps, a smirk on their face. the dom grimaces, immediately confused.

“what the fuck,” the dom mutters. “what is this for?”

“here’s how we’re going to play this,” the sub starts. “you’re bound to the bed, but i’m going to do exactly as you say. prove to me that you’re in charge by making me do whatever you want with just your voice.”

the dom quirks an eyebrow, but smirks back. “okay, baby. strip for me.”

the sub laughs softly. “why should i?”

“hm, you shouldn’t. but you will anyway, because that’s what you want to do.” the dom rolls their hips up, biting their lip as they stare into their subs eyes.

“now, for what i want,” the dom begins. “i want to fuck you, fill you up real good. but i want to see your body, too. i know that you want to fuck yourself on my cock and take your time, so you’re going to have to strip because you want to feel every fucking inch of me.”

with a whine, the sub immediately gets to shedding their clothes off. “fuck, you’re too good at this,” they say under their breath as they tug their shirt off.

“c’mon,” the dom growls. “out of those clothes. now.” the sub tugs the rest of their garments off as fast as possible.

“come up here,” the dom commands.

“up where?” the sub licks their lips. “gotta be more specific.”

“sit between my knees. kneel and spread your legs while you’re at it.”

the sub obeys, straddling their doms hips. looking at their dom, they smile sweetly.

“i could cum like this. touch myself and cum on you while you’re still all bound up.”

“no,” the dom states simply, like it’s a fact. “no, you won’t. tease yourself, sweet thing, but don’t think about putting your greedy fingers inside of yourself yet.”

“what?” the sub questions.

grinding up, the dom rasps, “question me one more time and i’ll make you go to class all next week with a plug up your ass and some nice panties snug overtop of it. maybe i’ll use enough lube to have it dripping down your thighs the whole day.”

the sub reddens. their fingers tremble when they reach down to tease themselves, using all of their self-restraint to do no more than what their dom asked of them. they may be free, but their dom is entirely in charge.

“go on, baby,” the dom encourages. “give me a good show.”