Silently she shook her head. Caroline knew fairly little about this sort of play. She had read articles on it and had once seen a video at a party with an S&M scene, but it had never crossed her mind to ever indulge. As he reached down and picked up the crop she began to shake. Screwing him was one thing, but she had no intention of letting him beat her.

“No…no…” she told him as she stepped back. “Shagging me is one thing, but this… No way!”

“You have it all wrong!” he told her as he held out the crop to her.

She looked bemused as he stood there with the crop resting in his outstretched hands. “It’s for you to use. Not me!”

It took a few moments for it to sink in. “I…I…I’ve never done this sort of thing before!” she confessed.

“Now is the time to learn,” he told her. “I am sure you would make a very good Mistress!”

She found herself reaching out to take it from him. Gripping the thick leather handle in her right hand, she tapped her left hand lightly with the tip. It all felt so strange.

“I am sure you have a lot to punish me for, Mistress!” he said as he slowly sank to his knees.

The word ‘Mistress’ resounded through her mind. As she saw him kneeling at her feet she suddenly felt different. No man had ever knelt at her feet before in such an act of submission.

“I have treated you badly, Mistress,” he told her in a soft voice and with head bowed. “Treating you like a whore…you must be very angry with me.”

Caroline suddenly sensed a rush or power flooding through her veins. “Yes you have,” she snapped. “Expecting me to fuck you…fuck a grovelling wretch like you!”

For a moment she was at a loss as to where to proceed from here, but her mind flashed back to that S&M video. “STRIP!” she shouted at him.

He quickly but shakily got to his feet and began to undress. She had watched previous boyfriends undress for her before, but the context then had been different. This was a man obeying her orders. There was nothing sensual about watching him. He hardly had the type of body that would attract her anyway, but just having a man standing naked before her stirred erotic feelings deep within her. She glanced at the handcuffs on the table and decided to restrain him. She would feel safer anyway, with them in place.

“Hands behind your back!” she ordered as she took the key out of the cuffs and stood behind him.

As she clicked them into place she felt him tremble; another rush of power flowed through her as she sensed his apprehension. “So you wanted to fuck me then?” she asked him, as she faced him.

She glanced down at his erection. It wasn’t particularly big but it was fairly thick. She reached for it and took it in her hand. “You think you could possibly please me with this thing?” she asked as she gave it