“Middle of the bed. On your stomach,” she said. “Get comfy. I’ll be right back.”

She lingered in her dungeon a little longer than necessary. He’d waited this long for release. Why not make him wait a few minutes more? After getting herself ready, tightening the strap-on harness and gathering her supplies, she sat down, pulled a file out of a drawer and gave her nails a nice buffing.

Once her fingernails shone like polished glass, she decided to give the poor man in the other room the attention he’d earned.

She returned to the bedroom and without a word took his left wrist in her hand. She buckled a cuff on it and secured him to the bedpost with rope and a snap hook. She gave his right arm and both legs the same treatment until he lay facedown on the bed, spread-eagled and completely unable to get away. As she crawled over the rich gold-and-red brocade sheets she dropped nibbles and kisses from his wrist to his shoulder and down the center of his back, now marbled red and purple with blood and bruises. She straddled his thigh and lightly tickled his side with her fingertips.

“If I remember correctly, and I do, you’ve fucked me up the ass a few dozen times. Not very nice of you considering your cock is bigger than your ego.” She picked up the tube of lube, poured some out on her fingertips and began applying it to him.

“I don’t recall you complaining....” He certainly wasn’t complaining at the moment. With her fingers inside him, his breathing had turned hoarse and ragged. He inhaled between each word, winced with pleasure at every movement farther into him.

“Why would I complain with your cock in my ass?” She pulled her fingers out of him. “That sounds like Christmas come early to me. Oh, by the way, merry Christmas.”

With the dildo in her hand, she pushed into him with one smooth stroke and stopped, pausing only to make him groan with his need.

She started to move and move slowly, letting him open up to her. The man loved anal sex...giving, receiving, watching, all of the above. But he kept his Switch side so private that he rarely allowed himself this pleasure. Other men in their community had a bad habit of looking down on male bottoms and submissives. Hypocrites, all of them. They snuck in her dungeon while the world wasn’t looking and sat at her feet and begged her to fuck them like this. She beat the shit out of them and sent them on their way. She never even gave them the chance to earn the pleasure she gave this special client so willingly. Those faux-Doms with their dick-swinging machismo didn’t deserve to be her bitch.

“I’m only doing this because you earned it,” she said, pushing into him again. She caressed his shoulders, his sides, read the welts underneath her fingertips like Braille writing. She leaned forward and lay briefly on his back as she continued to work against him. “No other reason.”