"No!" he moaned. "You can't do that to me!"
"No," she agreed, "You're quite right, I can't. It wouldn't be nearly enough of a punishment. So I have decided that when you go I'll lock the metal chastity band on you instead, and then you'll really know all about it every time you think of me or of another woman. That would be a proper punishment, I think."
He was silent for a minute, taking in the implications of what she just said. "You would never get it on me," he said. "I'm far too aroused. It won't fit."
She nodded. "I know," she said. "I thought of that. I need to get rid of your arousal first. There's lots of ways of doing that, I'm sure. Of course I might just decide to fuck you until you can't get it up any more. That might be real fun. But I think I'm more likely to decide on something rather more painful for you. You do deserve it."
He groaned, not entirely sure she was serious, but very afraid that she meant exactly what she said.
"For now," she went on, "We'll carry on with what I intended: the hooded panties. Ready?"
She put them on her, tightening the waist belt and checking that they would not slip down even if pulled at hard. She jumped onto the large bed and sat in front of him, her legs wide apart.
"You'd better be good," she warned. "You do just what I tell you, and this will be the experience of your lifetime."
She slid herself towards him, easing the hood over his head as his face pressed deeply between her legs against her. She tightened the ties around his neck making sure that the hood could not slip off. It fitted perfectly, and he found himself held hard against her, his mouth and nose squeezed into her and firmly secured almost immovably by the tough material of the hood and by her strong thighs. Her wide hips made the whole garment rather tighter than its designer had intended.
"I can't breathe," came his muffled voice.
"Yes you can," she contradicted. "If you can talk like that you can certainly breathe. I think this is absolutely perfect. I wish I had found one of these years ago!"
She lay back on the bed, enjoying the sensation of his face against her. Her hips made little pulsing movements, pressing and pushing as her thighs squeezed rhythmically.
"Lick," she ordered. "Lick and suck, or I'll suffocate you completely."
To demonstrate, as well as to test how effective it was, she squeezed her legs together as hard as she could around his head. His desperate twitching and flailing legs told her just how well this achieved her objective: perfectly!
She relaxed and once again enjoyed the sensation of his face, his lips, his tongue on her.
His muffled voice came to her once more. "All right, it works. Now let me go."
"Don't be so silly," she told him. "This is perfect. This is absolutely perfect. I'm going to test this properly. I'm going to test it all night until morning, so you had better get used to it."
She shut her eyes, squeezing with her legs until his indistinct protests finally stopped. She sighed, and decided that without a doubt being a dominatrix suited her perfectly; absolutely, completely and totally perfectly...
