I laid in bed watching him get dressed for work wishing he didn’t have to leave. I always loved the way he looked in a suit. There was something so powerful about a man in a suit, especially him.

Underneath that fancy cloth exterior, I knew what was waiting for me beneath. His chiseled art covered skin and parts of him only I got to see at the end of the day when that suit ended up on our bedroom floor.

I watched him select a tie from his rather large collection. He chose one that I’m very fond of. Not because it was a beautiful color or I thought the pattern was becoming. No! It was because we used that very tie to bind my hands behind my back on our first date some time ago.

It was his power tie, I called it. Any time he wore that tie, it sent chills down my spine in only the type of way that HE could. Sometimes I think he wore that tie just to torture me. To remind me that I was his, even from that very first date. He was right, I was his….all his! Forever and ever!

My face was flushed and my pussy aching. God, I loved that tie.

“You know, I actually don’t know how to properly tie and tie” I murmured as he put the loop around his neck. He paused and looked at me with astonishment.

“We can’t have that, now can we? Come here my love” he said with his strong accented voice that was always like music to my ears every time I heard it. I walked over to him, having no idea what delights lay ahead.

I stood in front of him waiting to hear his music again. He lifted me onto the bathroom counter. The granite counter was cold again my ass but I did not complain about it’s temperature. I looked him in the eye and waited.

“I will show you how to tie this tie, but I will only show you once. If you can tie it exactly as I showed you, I will reward you. But if you don’t, you will be punished. Do you understand?” My heart began to race. “Yes Master” I replied as quickly as I could.

The tie hung loosely around his neck and I stared intently at it waiting for him to begin instruction. Instead, he tugged at the waistband of my underwear. I lifted myself off the counter so he could pull them down my legs, dropping them at my ankles. He pushed my knees apart with his hips and leaned in to kiss me. “Good girl” he whispered.

As his tongue parted my lips, he cupped his hand over my pussy, feeling it’s heat and already wet exterior. He slid his finger inside and moved it around just the way I like it. My body was on fire and I never wanted this feeling to end.

He continued at this pace for several minutes, driving me wild while he kissed me in that kind of way where it feels like the first time, every time. I was putty in his hands and he knew it. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax, my body tingling all over.

Then he stopped and pulled away from me.

He began to tie his tie while I tried to regain my composure. He was playing dirty and god did I love every second of it.

Fuck! I missed part of him tying his tie while I was so deep in my head still reeling from his touch. I kept watching because maybe if I watched from start to finish it would just come naturally to me and it would all just make sense.

As he finished and admired his handwork in the mirror, he loosened the knot, smiled at me and said, “Your turn Slave Girl” as he handed me the tie.

He pushed himself between my legs again and his hand returned to my aching pussy, but this time he inserted two fingers as he began to massage me inside and out. “By the way, you are not allowed to cum until I give you permission, is that understood?” I agreed.

My hands were shaky as I put the tie around his neck and it was so hard to focus on anything other then what was happening between my legs. It took everything in me to hold my composure as I tried to remember each step that I saw him complete.

I got to the moment right before the part I missed when he was showing me how to do it and I paused momentarily. I tried to figure out what the next move was. Why was it so hard to concentrate while he touched me like that?! I wanted to give up but I continued.

I made an educated guess about the next step and it was definitely wrong. As I reached the final step that he showed me, something was definitely off.

“Are you finished my love?” he asked as I put both hands down by my sides. “Yes Master” I said quickly while trying to fight off my orgasm, taking deep breaths.

He looked at my handy work in the mirror and frowned. He removed his fingers from my wet throbbing pussy and bent down on the floor retrieving my panties. He placed them back around my ankles and slid them up my legs. I reluctantly raised myself off the counter so he could put them back in place.

He washed his hands in the sink next to me as I looked at the ground in disappointment. He picked up my chin with his hand and kissed me ever so gently.

“Watch” he said as he tied his tie again. I watched every single movement this time and I knew that if given the opportunity, I would show him that I could do it.

“Your punishment is no orgasms until I get home from work. When I get home, we will try again and you will show me that you know how to tie a tie properly. Do you understand?”

I understood and I was determined to prove him right when he got home that evening. I practiced all day. On myself, on stuffed animals and even on a pillow on the coach.

My phone dinged and it was my Master. “I will be home in 5 minutes.” I quickly finished what I was doing and waited in my welcome home position.

After our usual routine it was my opportunity to try again. He lifted me onto the counter, slid my panties off and handed me his tie. This time I knew I would get it right. My hands didn’t shake as I put the tie around his neck.

I followed each of his instructions from this morning exactly from start to finish. As he admired my handy work, he smiled. he removed the tie and used it to bind my hands behind me, just like out first date.

He put my bound hands over his head and around the back of his neck. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled my body close to his, inserting himself inside. Feeling his length inside me my excitement reached a whole new level.

It wasn’t long before my body was begging for a release that had been building in anticipation all day long while my Master was away.

I begged, “can I come please Master?” He continued to thrust working harder and faster when he responded with, “Yes, come for me!”

There was no holding back. My body reacted to his words and sent pleasure and ecstasy through ever inch of my body.

That is the day I learned to tie a tie and I will NEVER forget it.