Bar Subject

Dressed in my red corset
Black thigh high boots
And leather miniskirt
I saunter over
To his barstool
Seducing him with my eyes
It works every time
His hand in mine
We walk out the door together
On the way home
His fingers crawl into my lap
I smack his hand hard
He looks at me with fear
While I smile and wink at him
He nervously smiles back
I laugh to myself
Happy with his discomfort
I pull my car into my driveway
Making my way to the front door
I can see his hesitation
But assure him that everything is fine
Grabbing a couple of glasses
From my well-stocked cabinet
I mix us both some drinks
He downs his instantly
While I just sip on mine
After he passes out
I drag him
Down into my little playroom
When he wakes back up
He's strapped down
To my examination table
The look of shock
Pleases me immensely
I sit on top of him
Grinding my body
Into his restrained flesh
I show him the beautiful side
Of submitting to someone else
I contemplate
Whether or not
To leave him tied up
Knowing that I'd make my decision
After our copulation