Date Night [M4F]

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[M4F] Date Night [Mdom][Rough][Humiliation][D/s]

The first thing I will need you to do is fix me a drink. And it better not be girly!

I hope you can make something tasty...

I watch you grab a glass and pour a shot of Yamazaki 18 neat. Then present it to me defiantly.

Ok young lady. Don't think I didn't see what you just did right there. Clearly you came to play but this is *my* game.

Since it's the good stuff, I'll let it go... for now and I'm going to sit right here and sip my drink while you undress for me.

You haven't said anything about how nicely I dressed up for you. Charcoal suit. Red tie. Shiny leather shoes that match my belt.

You know I *am* keeping track of every one of these little... oversights.

Start with blazer. You may look like the proper business woman now, but we both know that's a lie.

Next the blouse. Take your time with the buttons. I am nothing if not patient and the slow reveal is delicious.

Now drop your skirt and step out of it. Umm, such nice long legs.

Kick off your shoes. They are very nice, but I may want to do bad things to your feet later. I know your soles are quite sensitive, aren't they?

I'll admit I am tempted to have you leave the bra and panties on. You look so good. But no, I want you naked and vulnerable.

You don't *feel* vulnerable though, do you?

In fact, you've been surprisingly well behaved.

You *like* undressing for men, don't you?

You *like* showing off that body of yours? You *like* it when I stare at you?

Hmm, maybe you think this somehow gives you the upper hand here.

Oh, look, my drink is empty and you haven't offered to refill it yet.

With a quick flick of my wrist the glass sails through the air. Landing inches from your foot. You jump in surprise as it shatters in hundreds of pieces on the floor.

I am up out of my chair quicker than you ever thought I could move and I am on you.

My right hand around your throat. My fingers squeezing your jaw painfully as my palm presses into your windpipe.

My other hand grasps you by the hair. Pulling your head back.

You think you can fuck with me little girl?!

I shove you hard. Your body pivots. Your legs come out from under you and you fall, crashing to the floor.

You feel shards of glass scrape against your skin. Making small cuts and punctures in a dozen places.

You cry out, more from shock than pain.

Oh, the pain hasn't started yet.

I grab you by the ankle and drag you across the floor further marking up your back as you slide through the rest of broken glass.

You squirm and kick but my grips is too strong. Your arms and hands flair about trying to find purchase or something to grab. But you are being dragged across empty hardwood floor and nothing is within reach.

Finally I stop at the far end of the room. Your kicking and squirming becomes more violent as I wrap a leather cuff around your ankle and secure it with a padlock.

Finished, I step away.

The cuff is attached to a short chain that is already anchored to the radiator. You give it a tug but it is clearly quite solid.

Well, you wanted to play, didn't you?

So let's begin.