It's no secret that I like older guys, I mean waaay older than me. The secret part is always the bondage fetish. The guys never see it coming; they think someone who looks as young as me can never be a mistress in the art of S and M. I mean, I'm nineteen but a lot of perverted older guys think I'm about sixteen without make up and the like; too innocent for bondage games in their minds.

This guy I want to write about, I met him in a bar. His name was Jed; he was, what, about fifty easily, but he acted like an adolescent teen most of the time, especially when it came to sex. We had a couple of rounds before we took it back to my place. I immedietly liked him though. He was kind of attractive and seemed to like the idea of kinky sex, although I got the feeling that it was me he wanted to tie up and spank and etc.etc. Yeah, like that was ever going to happen!

So, we went to the bedroom and stripped down to our underwear. We kissed and then I groped for his shorts. "Take them down," I purred, and with a glint in his eyes, he obeyed. "Mm," I said, saucily eying his cock. "It's very big."

"And what do you have under there?" he asked, putting his hand between my legs. I smiled. If he wanted to finger me through my clothing, and I could tell he did, then he was welcome to.

We got onto the bed and he rolled me onto my back and slipped his fingers up me. I was already wet for him. That's it, I thought, lure him, make him think he can have his way with me, when, in fact, I'll be the one having my way with him.

He was hairy, but I didn't mind. I never care how smooth they are, as long as they're big and they know what they're doing. He kissed me and I let him feel for my G-spot until I felt bold enough to let out a loud gasp, flip him onto his back and clamber on top of him. "Yeah?" I said, running my hands through my ponytail and sticking my breasts out, such as they are, only a B-cup but then some men like that, and Jed clearly did. I straddled his cock, feeling the length of it through my panties. "You like that?"

"Oh, yeah," he replied, leaning back, content. I wasn't wearing a bra today, just a camisole with cup control, so I rolled it up over my breasts and let them dangle in his face. He liked that, trying to capture my nipples between his lips. I teased him with them as I slipped my panties off and then lowered myself onto his big cock. It had been a long time since I had had a guy that big in me, and I already trembled with pleasure. "Mmm!" I sighed, and I started to ride him, feeling turned on as his squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck. I grabbed him everywhere, shoulders, neck, head, hair, as I neared my orgasm. "Oh-hoh!" I moaned, eventually, feeling it roll up between my thighs. "I'm gonna cum first!"

"I bet I will!" he challenged, lying back beneath me, letting me be the masterful one.

"Ok, let's make a bet," I gasped, nearing my point of orgasm. "If you cum first, you get to do anything you want to me. If I cum first, I get to do anything I want to you? Deal?"

"Deal," he replied, slyly. I knew he was wondering what I had in mind for him if I had my way. At any rate, I did cum first, my orgasm spilling down his cock like water and then he came a second later. I collapsed on top of him, not withdrawing from him just yet, pinning his face between my breasts, much to his delight.

"Ok," I smirked as I finally caught my breath and sat up on him. "Close your eyes and get ready for something kinky."

He chuckled as I rolled away from him but obeyed. Perfectly, his arms were already outstretched, now all that remained was to tie him up. I had two pairs of lovecuffs for just that purpose in my bedside drawer. I fastened them to the railings of my headboard first and then around his wrists. He opened his eyes.

"Naughty!" I teased. "I was going to tell you when to look."

He tested the cuffs, they were pretty sturdy. He smiled. "Kinky."

"So, tell me, Jed," I purred, pulling my panties back on but leaving my breasts exposed to him. I reached under the bed where I kept my bondage stuff and pulled out my whip. "Have you been a bad boy today?" I clambered on top of him, straddling his lap again, holding the ship aloft. "Do you need to be punished?"

He smirked. "I'm sure I do...Mistress!"

I whipped him across the chest, not at all lightly. He gasped in pain and the laughed. "Oh, you whip me well, Mistress!"

"You think that's hard?" I whipped him again and again, smacking him straight across the nipples turning them an ugly shade of red until he groaned and pulled at his restraints. I smirked and tossed the whip to one side. "You haven't seen how harsh a mistress I can be yet, Jed!"

"So, what do you plan to do with me?" he moaned, writhing beneath me.

"Ride you again, as soon as I've fed my hardcore bondage fetish." I smiled as he stared at me. "What? You think because I'm so young I can't be a mistress of bondage?"

He gulped. "So, what do you have in mind, Mistress?"

I leaned forwards, teasing him with my breasts. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy," I whispered.

The look on his face told me that he didn't believe I was capable of it. How little he knew. I scratched his body raw with my nails. I gagged him - with one of his own socks and a scarf. I sat backwards on his face and masturbated and then spilled my juices all over him. He took it all with struggling and moaning. I knew he was eager to taste my juices and feel me on his face, but I wasn't going to allow him such pleasures. All the while, I beat him and scratched him until he emitted squeals like a stuck pig.

I applied clothespins to his nipples, twisting them between my fingers first and then removed his gag. "Well, well," I smiled, tantalizingly running my nails up and down his chest. "How much more of this can you take, Jed?"

"I haven't begged for mercy yet, Mistress," he gasped, closing his eyes.

I giggled, schoolgirlishly and kissed him. That threw him, how I could kiss him passionately and then with equal passion torment him in such a way.

He watched as I fastened my strapon and harness on and then clambered onto him, dangling the dildo in his face. "Are you ready for this?" I asked.

"Oh, no, Mistress, please," he begged, but I was already fucking his mouth with the strapon. He was clearly a strapon virgin, I noted, as I pulled away, allowing him to breath. I slotted the tip of it in his asshole. "You've fucked me and now I'll fuck you," I told him.

"Oh, please, Mistress, anything but that," Jed groaned.

"It's very big, isn't it?" I teased, pushing it deep inside him. "What you need is a good hard screw!" I squeezed his thighs, digging in my nails. If I had drawn blood, I would have been turned on even more. I began to fuck him, taking his anal virginity in my stride.

"Mistress, please," Jed choked out. "Mercy! Mercy, please!"

I smirked and withdrew the strapon from him. "I told you," I crowed, rubbing my already wet clit.

"You are fucking amazing," he gasped, looking up at me, warily.

"I know," I smirked, and I got on top of him and rode his cock again. "Shall we make another deal? If you cum first, I'll let you go. If I cum first, I'm going to keep you tied up here all night and fuck you as much as I please. Deal?"

Obviously he thought he'd come out on top this time. "Deal."

But again I came first.

It was a very good night.