She’s had a bit to drink, more than she normally does on a night out with the girls. Now she’s on the dance floor, her slim body swaying suggestively to the music. She looks great, and she feels sexy and attractive in her tight jeans.

Though she doesn’t feel them, she’s aware of the thin leather bracelet on her wrist, and the matching band around her neck. When she thinks of them, she feels her body growing warm.

He watches her. He always watches her, a quiet smile on his face and in his eyes. He notices the other women in the bar, appreciates them – he likes women. But there’s only one he watches, and he always knows where she is and who is near her.

Now he sees her lean toward one of her friends, one she loves, and say something to her over the noise of the band. The women kiss, holding each other briefly and swaying together on the dance floor. Then they pull apart, laugh, and continue dancing.

He smiles. He likes to see his kitten happy, and he likes to see her enjoying her friends.

He looks around the room as he sips his beer, but his eyes return to her every few seconds. He’s thinking about tonight. She’s tipsy, and she’ll be more so before he tells her it’s time to go. She’ll pout a little when he tells her to have her last dance, and he’ll enjoy that: her pouting charms him. But she’ll obey, because she knows he’ll take her away whether or not she wants to go.

He’ll probably drop a friend or two at their homes. Her special friend, the one she’s dancing with now, will be the last, and he expects the two women will sit together in the back seat and play as he drives. But then he’ll drop that one too. And then he’ll take his kitten home with him.

But now, as he slowly drinks his beer and watches her dance, he thinks about the night ahead….

She’ll be a little giddy, a little silly, as they walk into the house. But then he’ll put his hands on her waist and hold her still and look into her eyes – and she’ll drop her eyes and become quiet. He’ll kiss her, lightly, on the lips. His hand will slide up to the back of her neck and hold her, tipping her head back slightly, and she’ll make a small moan, a whimper, and stand very still with her hands held out just a little from her body. Waiting.

He’ll say: “Kitten, go to the bathroom. Then go to my bedroom and undress, down to your bra and panties. And then wait for me.”

He won’t have to tell her twice. He won’t have to tell her to have her eyes cast down and her wrists crossed. She’ll know what to do, and she always does as he tells her. She’ll answer: “Yes, Sir.” And then she’ll obey.

Tonight he’ll put her risk cuffs on her while she stands mostly naked before him. Then he’ll push her down to the floor and tie her wrists to the foot of the bed, her arms apart. And then he’ll do what he’s been anticipating all night: he’ll stand in front of her as she slowly takes his cock deep in her throat. He won’t be rough with her, not this way, not tonight. When she’s this tipsy, he likes to just slowly fuck her mouth, and to watch her do what he tells her: to lick his cock, to be still as he rubs it wetly against her cheek, and to look up at him as she slowly takes him back into her mouth.

Eventually, after he’s enjoyed her lips and throat around his cock, and when she’s squirming and eager to be touched, he’ll untie her and lift her onto the bed.

He’ll lay her on her stomach, pull her up to her knees, and take her from behind, his hand on the middle of her back holding her shoulders firmly down against the bed. He’ll take her and fuck her, slowly, deeply, relentlessly, his fingers in her ass, as she obediently holds the vibrator against her clitoris. He won’t let her stop, he won’t stop fucking her, won’t stop filling her, won’t stop telling her what to do.

She’ll scream when she comes, and even then he won’t let her stop. He’ll tell her to keep the vibrator on her pussy as he drives his cock even deeper into her, as his fingers thrust more urgently into her. Her tired body will shake, she’ll want to collapse, but she won’t until he lets her.

And then she’ll lie on the bed, on her stomach, moaning, almost crying, as he slowly thrusts his cock into her a few more times before lowering himself down onto her and holding her shivering body.

That’s all ahead, when she stops dancing. He knows it, and she can guess. He smiles, and watches her dance.