He allowed her plenty of time to come back from the places he had taken her. She was spent, and completely exhausted. But there was a new energy about her, and within him. She trusted him, with nothing less than the breath in her lungs, and the beat of her heart. He felt enormous pride, not in himself, but in his babygirl. She pushed through her fears and let them go. The door was now open, and they had so much to explore and to learn.

This level is one that she has never experienced. He was touching those mysterious and concealed places…..and she was ready to reveal even more. She also knew that he held a darkness within. Although his was different from hers, in the way that she never allowed herself to face her demons….. he knew his demons well and accepted them as his own. He just hadn’t ever truly unveiled them to another soul. No one had ever asked to see them. Should have anyone other than his babygirl asked for him to bare this rawness inside, he would have denied them. Rejection isn’t an option when it comes to her. She has proven to him that she deserves all of him, even the shadows.

She had briefly talked to him about her own dominant side. The reason for the shortness of the conversation was because this desire of hers, to dominate her Sir in the bedroom, seemed like something that was too dark, something that was looked upon as wrong. Having these fantasies seemed nearly unacceptable. She was not only shy about it, but nothing short of being embarrassed. He allowed her to bring this subject to the surface on her own time, in her own way. He wasn’t going to push her too hard on this, but he wasn’t going to let this be, either. When she DID open up to him about this, he could see a fire in her eyes, one that burned completely different than any other brightness that he’d seen so far.

They spent the day together, doing the things that any couple does on the weekend. Taking care of things that needed to be tended to. They had both worked hard all week, and were ready to relax. Once the lawn had been mowed and all the laundry done, they decided on what to do for the evening. A night at home sounds perfect after the week they’d had.

She jumps in the shower. He joins her. She loves when he gets clean with her. This means she gets to touch his naked body, and be all wet, at the same time. She lathers him up, toes to top. She absorbs him, her eyes drink his beautiful body into her mind. It will be a constant battle to get enough of him. He adores her touch, no matter where or how it happens. But in the shower, there is an extra degree of sensual to her touch. She’s tender and careful, nurturing to ensure that he is clean. He kisses her mouth, tasting the heat from her tongue. She can feel his cock pressing into her. God, he is so hard….and so hot. His hands move down her wet body and he slips his fingers between her legs, diving into her tight pussy. He starts to stroke her slowly and she begins to melt against him. Suddenly, she pulls away and grabs his cock in both her hands. She squeezes him tight, and looks directly at his face. This is unfamiliar to him, but his reaction is obvious, as his cock grows even harder against her palms. She steps back, just slightly, and his fingers slip away. Water trickles over them, she looks up at him and he sees something different. Her eyes aren’t the soft blue that he is used to seeing. As she squeezes his stiff shaft, she says, “My king, you didn’t get permission to touch me there. Tonight, I am the Queen. Do you understand?” Her voice was low, almost like a growl. His body reacted even further, as his cock twitched in her hands, his heart raced, his mouth started to water, and he struggled to breath for just a split second. His mind raced….where was this coming from? Where was it going? He could see the determination and seriousness in her eyes. He had to give this to her, there was no other choice. She squeezed him again, and said “Are you going to answer me, my king?” Still in the same low, growling voice.
“Yes. I understand my queen. Tonight is yours,” he replied with confidence.

As they stepped out of the shower, she dried him off and then laid out what she wanted him to wear.  He saw a black tshirt, brand new. It was soft, as she had washed it. He went to put it on, and realized it was a size to small. He held it up and looked at her, questioning her. She shook her head, then said “Put on this shirt. I want to see it on you.” He did so. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just tight. She smiled softly, as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her towel wrapped around her body. The soft cotton hugged his body perfectly, his chest, arms, shoulders and back. He looked delicious, and she couldn’t wait for more. “Continue,” she instructed. He turned to pick up the other clothes she had laid out. There was a pair of his favorite athletic pants, which were also her favorite because they hugged his ass and crotch in all the right places. As he went to slip the pants on, he heard her, “Tsk. Tsk. You’re missing something, my king.”
He looked back at the bed, there was another item of clothing lying there. A pair of red satin and lace panties. He’d never seen these before. She could sense his question, and answered it before he could even ask, “Those are just for you. Put them on before the pants.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and slide them on. As he pulled them over his hips and stood up, she walked over to him and slide her hands down his body. She stopped her hands at the waistband of the silk and lace. His breath was shallow and quick, and she felt his cock hardening again. She kissed his mouth carefully, then asked, “Do you like how this feels?” He replied, breathless, “Yes ma’am. I do.” Her hands slid over his ass, now covered in this slick, red material. Then to the front, she dragged her fingertips over his cock, pressing against the panties She then instructed him to go ahead an put on the pants, then go downstairs. She would be down shortly to start supper.

He did just as he was told to do. It wasn’t that he was afraid of her dominance, nothing like that. He wanted to show her the same respect and love that she gave to him with her submission. He wasn’t certain that he was ready for this step, but she knew that he was…and that is what mattered most. He could hear her rustling around, he wondered what she was up to. To distract his thoughts, he decided to go into the kitchen and start supper. They had already decided on what to cook earlier in the day, he knew that his hunger wasn’t for food anymore, but he knew they would need energy. As he prepared their food, his back was to the entrance to the kitchen. He heard the bluetooth speaker turn on in the living room and then music started playing, quietly. It was a playlist she had put together over several months. She had told him about it, but he had never listened to it, except for the very first song on the list. The reason he’d listened to it was that one night, she played it for him. After it played, she asked if he liked it, then explained to him that he needed to remember that song. The next time she played it for him, she would give into one of her deepest secrets, and he would receive it. He immediately stopped what he was doing and began to turn around. Above the music, he heard her voice, “Stay there. Do not turn around. Put your hands on the counter top.” He did exactly as instructed. Then he heard her footsteps coming across the hardwood floor of the kitchen. Those footsteps were heavy, strong, and loud. He could hear that she was wearing heels. He then felt her body pressing against his back. He looked down to see her feet….covered in black leather boots. Without turning his head too much, he could only see that the boots went above her knees.

Her hand slid down his back and over his ass. She could feel the silk through his athletic pants. She reached around to the front of his body, pressing herself closer to him. His cock instantly reacted to her presence, as it always does. She kissed the back of his neck softly. With these boots on, she was well over 4 inches taller than him. Her fingers twisted in the waistband of his pants, and she quickly slid them down. She was now squatting behind him, and she instructed him to keep facing the counter, his hands flat, and to step out of his pants. “I want to see you, in these panties. I want to be able to touch this cock, this sweet shaft that I own, anytime I please,” she growled as he stood there. He knew he wasn’t helpless, and that she wouldn’t ever harm him. The feelings pulsing through his veins were like nothing he had ever experienced. She could sense this, so she asked, “What is my sir feeling right now?”
He shivered, as he wasn’t expecting her to be so bold, “My queen. You have me excited in ways that I haven’t ever experienced before. I am yours, entirely.”
Even though he couldn’t see it, he knew she was smiling. Then, she blindfolded him. He stood there at the kitchen counter, now he felt helpless. She took him by the hand, leading him to the table. He listened as she pulled the chair out and then sat him down. Her kiss was deep, passionate and touched his soul. He couldn’t see her. But he could hear her and smell her. She was wearing his favorite perfume. Its scent mingled with the leather of her boots. His senses heightened, he could also smell her wet pussy….and he wanted to touch her. Needed to touch her. As she kissed him, her hands were on his bare thighs. He leaded against the back of the chair and drank in her mouth. Instincts took over, and his hands found her hips. She allowed him, only for a split second, to touch her. In that blink, he felt straps against her ass and her hips. But that was all. She pulled away and grabbed his hands, “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
He listened as she walked into the other room and opened a closet door. She came back to the kitchen and stood next to him. Without saying a word, she tied a rope around his left wrist, slid the rope behind the chair, and then his right wrist. It wasn’t tight or uncomfortable, but kept him restrained from touching her without permission. Now, his only senses were that of hearing, scent, and taste. He couldn’t touch her, nor could he see her. Both of these were brutal for him, because he loved how she looked, every second of every single day and he needed to touch her, in all ways.
She turned up the music on the speaker, it was very loud now. Loud enough that he couldn’t even hear her footsteps on the hardwood anymore. Three senses…. three of them taken away….

He focused on what he could…. scent and taste. After what seemed like hours, he could smell dinner as it cooked. She was preparing the meal for them. He smiled to himself, as he loved how even in her dominance, she was submissive and serving him. As he waited quietly, he imagined what she might be wearing, and he hoped with all he had, that he would be able to see it soon. He already knew that she looked perfect, he couldn’t wait to see her perfection bound in the straps of leather he imagined.
She stood in front of him now, he could feel her boots against his thighs. “Open your mouth,” she demanded.
He obeyed….she leaned over him…. and fed him her hard nipples. He sucked and licked them as she held her perfect breasts to his face. He didn’t stop until she pulled away. She tasted like an angel. His cock was now throbbing against the red panties. She straddled him and sank down onto his satin covered cock, “you’ve been a very good king, as I’ve prepared our dinner. Would you like a reward?”
She teased him, her pussy was bare…. he could feel her wetness and her heat as she rocked against him, bound to this chair. “Yes, please. I would like to be rewarded.” He moaned against her. She stood again, then turned down the music. It was now a low hum. Still straddling his thighs, she reached for the blindfold and slid it off his eyes. He blinked slowly, then opened his eyes to look up at her. This was nothing he could have ever imagined.
Her eyes were still the unusual shade of blue that he’d seen in the shower. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, and she wore a black leather mask, like the ones he’d seen for a masquerade. Her lips were red, like the red satin panties she made him wear. There were straps, criss-crossing her entire body. Wrapped around her beautiful breasts, then bound around her upper thighs, her hips and her ass. She wore a heavy collar that had a rind in the middle, over her throat. Her boots where just over her knees. She wore nothing else. He didn’t know what to say, he’d never been left speechless. She loved that he was so vulnerable right now. She leaned over and kissed him softly. Then pulled up a chair next to him. Because his hands were tied, literally, she fed him. Neither said a word as they ate supper. No words were necessary.
He loved watching her, how she was in this moment. She was now his Domme. He knew this, and he embraced it. He was in awe of her right now, the way she sat here….her shoulders back and her back straight. She always had good posture, but in this moment, it was so much more. The color of her eyes was the thing that surprised him the most, he could have never imagined her looking like this.

She felt his stare. Any other time, she would have felt shy, even a bit innocent, with him looking at her like this. But tonight, it fed her…. it fueled the fire inside of her. The animal was finally uncaged….. he held the key all along, and the lock had been turned. Tonight, the lioness would no longer be hungry.