My Sir had given me the opportunity to decide on his pleasure this night.

My Sir had a deeply suspicious nature coupled with an almost pathological need for control in all things including his pleasure, only allowing himself to come when he’d given sufficient pleasure to me and not before.

Control in all things; that was his way. Sir liked his women lush, womanly, and submissive in all things.

How did I pleasure my Sir, who had known and seen so much, that he would lose all control and scream with pleasure.

Lying down was not an option as I wanted complete unobstructed access to his large and delicious body.

The Rack was the most obvious and wicked answer to my plan.

My Sir contemplated me with his beautiful warm eyes as I asked him "When was the last time you were not in control of a sexual encounter?" My Sir answered that it has been sometime and that this gave him a strange sense of freedom.

I took his hand and lead him to the waiting rack. Taking one wrist and tying it to the first post and then the second, all the while staring into his eyes trying to gauge his emotions and reaction.

I then caressed his chest and arms before sliding my hands down his side's to his thighs as I kneeled infront of My Sir. I took each foot and tied each ankle to each post of the rack.

As I looked up at My Sirs erection it looked large. That’s because it was large.

"You're so beautiful my Sir."

As I stood my hands moved over my Sirs body, touching and stroking every inch of him. I licked his nipple and then sucked on it until it throbbed in time to the heat of his cock.

I then kneeled before my Sir again and dipped my head and using my hot wet tongue I caressed his sac as I circled the base of his cock with my finger and thumb.

“Yes,” my Sir hissed, “Take them in your mouth suck them and then suck Sirs cock my little whore" he growled as he pushed his hips toward me.

I sucked first one and then his other testicle rolling his full ball with my tongue.

My Sirs head dropped back between the rack and gave himself up to the pleasure. I continued to tongue and suck and kiss, my mouth worshipping my Sirs balls until he was aching for release.

I then licked a slow, circular path around the wet crown of my Sirs cock. The tip of my tongue flashing pink as I probed his slit and then spread the wetness I found there all over his now throbbing head, humming with pleasure.

“Suck,” my Sir growled.

My Sir had to leash his lust and control as I stimulated the tiny hole and sensitive crown, tormenting him until he groaned and shivered. I took a wet finger from his balls, going back and back and back, until the soft pad probed his ass.

My Sir pushed his hips forward in invitation, his body tense and expectant.

I removed my mouth from his cock and took the glass stopper off the big bottle of oil that sat on the table beside the rack.

When my lips and tongue returned to my Sirs swollen head, I slathered my Sir with oil from his sac to his ass hole.

I know my Sir wanted to dig his fingers into my hair and yank me lower, plunging into the hot softness of my mouth until he bumped against the back of my throat, but he was tied and at totally at my mercy.

One hand massaged my Sirs balls while I took his shaft deeper with each suck. I'd risen up high on my knees to take him in deep. All the while I took my time, lightly prodding with my slick finger, deeper each time into his ass.

“Yes,” my Sir hissed as I stretched the tight band of muscle. “Deeper,” my Sir urged, grunting when I complied. “Harder. More.”

I didn’t stop until my knuckles rested against his sensitive flesh, and then I turned my finger and beckoned.

My Sir gasped and stiffened as I prodded the spot that erased the last of his restraint.

“Oh God, yes,” my Sir shouted as he lost control.

My eyelids lowered in a gesture of modesty and submission.

Good girl,” my Sir praised.