Unapologetic About My Kink Night

I'm in an open relationship with Sarah, and we have a standing agreement to explore our individual kinks. Last week was my turn to choose the theme for our weekly date night: I went full dominatrix on her. The moment she walked into the bedroom blindfolded, I could see the excitement building behind those fluttering lashes. As soon as she sat down obediently in front of me, I started unlacing her boots slowly and methodically, making sure every inch was exposed to my gaze. With a flick of my wrist, her pants dropped to the floor with an audible whisper of fabric against skin. She was completely naked except for the blindfold, trembling slightly as she waited for my next command. I led her over to a chair where she had to bend over and grip the back tightly. Once positioned just right, I took my time running my hands up and down her spine, making sure to savor every inch of soft skin beneath my fingertips. Finally, I guided her legs apart, positioning myself behind her before entering her slowly and deliberately. We both lost ourselves in the moment, the sounds of pleasure mingling with the rhythmic thuds of skin against skin. It was intense, it was exhilarating, and despite any hesitation Sarah might have had about trying this kink out, she ended up loving every second of it as much as I did. No regrets here, no apologies either.