Sometimes when you’re with a lover, as is the girl in the following story, you want to make him, or her, one of your Slaves In Love… Keep reading for the tale of the throwdown, where woman softly dominates a strong man who spirit may be willing to bend, even if his rock hard cock can’t.

He was bigger than anyone Sarah had ever had.

Six five, muscled, with a cock so big it hurt to fuck him.

It was a delicious, addictive pain.

In the sack he was ruthless, commanding, forcing, rather than coaxing every orgasm from her.

It was time to turn the tables.

Sarah had been thinking about it since that first night.

He was stronger, but like all people her size, Sarah fought dirty.

In her pocket was a pair of sturdy handcuffs and the key was safely hidden away.

She offered no resistance when he tossed her down on the bed and thrust his tongue between her lips. Sarah kissed him eagerly, as he slowly rolled her on top. As he moved to her neck and scraped his teeth across her, she fought the arousal, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine.

She caressed her way over his arms, bringing them upwards. Before he knew what she was about, she neatly cuffed him to the headboard and slowly pulled away.

“What are you doing?” he asked carefully.

Sarah smiled and reached for a pair of scissors.

“You’re WAY stronger than me, handsome. This is the only way I get the upper hand.”

“And what are you planning to do?”

Sarah smiled.

“Anything I want.”

She cut his T-shirt away and trailed her mouth over his chest, teasing his nipples before working her way down to his jeans. With fingers and teeth, she pulled his jeans open and freed his cock.

He was huge and ready and she indulged herself with a long, slow, taste of him.

He gasped helplessly and she reveled in having all that strength under her control.

Sarah took off her panties and straddled him, ignoring the thrust of his hips as she fucked him.