Eyes of Dominance

Make me. The phrase has embedded itself into David’s mind over the last hour and a half. Vexing and playful, a challenge and an invitation. An assertion of will, and a desire to have it broken. The battle cry of an indignant brat wanting to be put in their place.

He knew that trouble was on the horizon the moment he walked through the front door after work. Jen was in a particularly spicy mood, and that rarely ended without consequence. Still, he was taken aback when she replied to an otherwise trivial request with a flat “no.” He almost thought that he misheard her, until he turned and saw her smug smile and eyes dancing with danger.

“Perhaps you misunderstood me,” he had said tellingly “But that was not a request.”

She simply shrugged her shoulders, as if such a thing was meaningless. Then she locked eyes with him and said that magical phrase. 

“Make me.”

She cut a particularly striking image, full of defiance and confidence. Surely Jen knew the consequences of her words. It was undoubtedly the reason she made such a declaration. Yet, David always wondered if part of her thought she might get away with such a statement.

She would not, of course. Such behavior necessitated punishment, as they both knew. David was no stranger to the game. He knew her intention was to invite his discipline. If we were truly offended by her actions, he would have simply grounded her, refusing her the release she so clearly sought. But he could not deny that he relished in the opportunity to put Jen in her place. And so he indulged her little game.

As another orgasm ripped through her body, David was pulled from his thoughts, and quickly resumed bringing the thick flogger down on his girlfriend’s defenseless bare body. The sharp rubber tails struck harshly across her upper back, forming a beautiful pattern of red stripes interlaced with the ones he had left not a few minutes earlier. As Jen writhed against her restraints, David stepped back and admired his hard work. 

No longer did she seem the confident young woman challenging his authority. Tied to the bed was a girl learning the price of defiance the hard way. As always, his eyes were drawn to her bottom. David took pride in the way he could paint his girlfriend’s ass so deliciously red, and before him was some of his best work. Once it was quickly determined that an over the knee hand spanking would be insufficient in dealing with her bratty behavior tonight, he had quickly brought out the bag of implements stuffed under their bed. The contents of which were strewn across the room in a veritable mess. Paddles, belts, floggers of all shapes and sizes littered the bed, floor and nearby dresser. It had been quite a while since he had had a chance to use some of his favorite tools, and he was not going to pass up such a open opportunity to be reacquainted.

Of course, Jen had a difficult time staying still through it all. Not that he could blame her, with how much pain he intended to inflict. That’s why he had opted for the restraints. Jen’s hands were tied by rope to the headboard, her ankles spread and cuffed to opposite corners of the bed. An inflatable pillow lifted her hip and presented it as the perfect target for his efforts. David glanced quickly at her wrists; red from where she had pulled at the cotton rope, but a quick inspection of the knot showed them to be safe. 

His gaze turned downwards, between her legs. Teaching Jen a lesson was always an erotic endeavor, and David made sure to indulge himself fully tonight. He had already used all her holes repeatedly, thoroughly sating his lust, at least for the moment. That did not mean she had earned a reprieve. Indeed, all three of her holes were still filled. A large butt plug had been shoved up her rear, two vibrators assailed her pussy; one within, one tied up against her clit. A large ball gag filled her mouth, a wise choice considering how much noise she started to make after the third forced orgasm. He had dutifully reminded her that she didn’t want to disturb the neighbors, but she didn’t seem all that receptive to his advice, which was understandable given the circumstances, he reasoned.

In truth, he had lost count of how many orgasms she was up to. It became somewhat difficult to tell with all the whining and squirming. He looked down at the bedsheet, soaked through by her repeated convulsions. I should’ve laid down a towel, he mused to himself, but it was no matter. Having Jen swap out the sheets herself would be a fitting humbling experience.

He turned his attention to his girlfriend’s face, buried in the mattress as she groaned and bit down on the rubber gag. Sweat beaded along her forehead, her cheeks were tinged red with exertion and arousal. He briefly met her gaze, her eyes damp with tears. Whether they were from the pain or her repeated orgasms, he could not say, but the moisture brought out the blue in them so beautifully. He gently pulled the gag from her mouth, drenched in saliva. Immediately Jen bit down on her tongue to prevent screaming out as the vibrators continued buzzing away within her. 

“Are we learning our lesson?” David asked with a practiced indifferent sigh. The last few times he had removed the ball gag, he had received a string of expletives for his endeavors. He somewhat expected a similar reply, and inwardly worried. The vibrator inside of Jen had been running on high for quite a while; if she didn’t give in soon, the battery would likely die. It would not bode well for him if she was able to outlast her torture. 

Thankfully, much of the fight in her seemed to be diminished. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Yes… sir…” she panted, her voice hoarse from crying into her gag for over an hour. 

“When I ask you nicely to pick up after dinner, it’s not particularly wise to sass me about it, is it?”

“No… sir!” she gasped as the vibrations hit a sensitive spot within her, but a hand on her chin redirected her focus back towards him.

“Perhaps you’ve learned something about being a brat over such a trivial manner?”

Jen shot him a dirty look, starting to resemble her normal defiant self. But as David moved to reinsert the gag, she relented.

“Yes, sir. I’m so-rry…” she stuttered as another orgasm slowly built within her. 

“Good girl” he praised softly, locking eyes with her. There was contrition in her expression, exhaustion, pain… and yet still a hunger flamed within. She was close to her limit, but not quite there.

David nodded in response. 

“I’m glad we've come to an understanding then. I think we can put this little incident behind us then… in about 20 minutes.”

Jen started to whine and complain, but the rubber gag was quickly pushed back into her mouth and secured. They locked eyes for a moment, and through the faux indignation David recognized her naked desire. Despite the showy protests, she was exactly where she wanted to be. He circled back around her with a smile, grabbing a nearby flogger and landed a satisfying strike to her bottom, chuckling to himself as she groaned another orgasm into the mattress. His cock started to twitch with renewed interest. Perhaps he would make her thank him properly after this was over.

David mused on the events that brought them here, and the simple phrase that changed the trajectory of their night. He imagined many dominants would take offense to such a naked challenge, a seemingly blatant show of disrespect. But to him, it was a language that him and Jen spoke, a way to communicate their needs without breaking the “illusion” of their personas. It was an understanding they shared, and something he wouldn’t trade for anything. And it all stemmed from 2 seemingly innocent words.

Make me.