Dominant bitch

He smiled as she arrived for her meeting with him. Amalgamating their two Dungeons made economic sense.

He smiled as - ever conscious of her fashion - she flicked her dark skirt out behind her as she settled into the leather seat.  She clearly appreciated the feel of cold leather beneath her. She visibly relaxed, crossing her legs.  Inwardly, he laughed: her legs would be uncontrollably parted within a half hour, on his terms.

Ten minutes later. The autocuffs had done their jobs on her wrists, biceps and thighs. He manually cuffed her ankles to the chair-legs. Now, she was "open for business": he smiled as he reached beneath her, tearing off her silk panties. Then he smiled even more cheerily:"Moist " was an understatement!

Her heaving breasts confirmed her excited and aroused state.

Dominant Diana had a passion for being dominated.

She squealed in delight as she felt the Anal Invader rise from its hiding place, impale her accurately and then swell to lock itself into position.

She was plugged, bound, filled and then...  He saw her eyes close as the first orgasmic tremors rumbled through her.  Then he cranked the controls from seven up to eight and sat back to enjoy the show!

Every Domme needed to be dominated!

The freebie blowjob was her way of saying thank you. Afterwards, she admitted that she would have happily "sucked the shine off a trailer-hitch" to get satisfaction, given the level of stimulation which he had arranged for her restrained body.

A month later, the merger contract was inked.

A year later, they acted on their mutual attraction and were married.

They made a lovely vanilla couple. She retained control over his remote control vibrating cock-ring, whilst he owned her deep-installed  "GirlBreaker(TM)" vibrating butt-plug.

Decades later, their son and daughter would take over "the family business".