Sarah poured herself a glass of ice-cold water. Sipping it, she reflected on the last few minutes. Dr. Reigns, Roman, he has put a lot of thought and consideration into this decision. I wouldn't expect anything else from this man. He will either become an excellent sub or fail horribly. Finishing her drink, she set the empty glass in the sink. He is still wearing the birdcage. I didn't expect him to last an hour, let alone a day.

Walking down the hall at a leisurely pace, Sarah was not surprised to see folded clothes stacked neatly outside the bedroom door. Pausing, Sarah muffled a laugh. This time he did stack them by size. Pants then shirt on the underneath his tee, underwear, and socks. Only an anal-retentive person like Dr. Reigns would stack clothing this precisely. Stepping into the threshold of the room, she was not surprised to observe Roman's familiar position. His long toes touched the wall. The tops of his feet were flat on the floor. His muscular calves and thighs were flexing involuntarily. The rounded curve of his tan ass tempted Sarah to reach for her paddle. Not yet…not yet. His abdomen rested on his thighs. His head bowed low, touching the floor. Arms extended over his head, elbows and palms flat on the wooden flooring of the bedroom.

Without acknowledging the man, Sarah walked around the room. She brushed her teeth and combed her hair, leaving it hanging free when a thought struck. He will brush my hair. Stripping free of her clothes and tossing them into the hamper, she bound herself in the golden corset she often wore to GMG. Sliding the sheer organza skirt, golden anklets and toe rings on each foot, Sarah checked her appearance in the full-length mirror before assembling the toys and accoutrements she wished to use. "I told you before that I would own your mouth, your cock, and your ass. I will also dominate your thoughts and control your desires. You will be completely under my command."

"Let it be as you command, Goddess." He spoke to the floor.

"Take your place at the foot of the bed." Sarah swept to the side, turning her back on the room and touching her toys. Perfect. Picking up an oblong metallic object, she moved to his side. "You remember this?" she asked. His hands flexed on the footboard. She stepped closer, allowing her breasts to brush his bicep. Her words breezed across his shoulder and neck. "This time, you will put this in place." Her hand extended, holding the toy in front of his face.

"As you command, Goddess." He raised one hand to accept the toy. Looking at it momentarily, he dropped both hands. His left hand sought the puckered hole, attempting to open the once-used opening. His right hand held the bullet close by, trembling ever so slightly. I will not fail.

Sarah touched his elbow. "You need lube." His head drooped slightly before he lifted his chin. Taking the toy, Sarah slipped it inside herself, moaning faintly. Returning it to his hand, she slid her wet fingers along the forbidden entrance. "Relax." The word ghosted along his skin. "Press it inside, gently. Slowly and gently." Roman bit his bottom lip at the first touch of the toy to his ass. "Breathe through it." His long fingers stroked the area, opening the entrance carefully. A gentle push wasn't enough to allow entry. Trying again, he used more force. A 'pop' signaled the opening, entrance, and acceptance of the toy. "Very good." Sarah complimented. She slid her hand along his hip, caressing his length through the birdcage. Multiple metal rings held his manhood. One other circled his scrotum. Leather bands held the restraint in place. As she fondled, he couldn't help but become aroused. "That's beginning to look painful." He did not respond. She retrieved the hairbrush and sat on the bed directly in front of the struggling man. "You may brush my hair." A look of confusion crossed his face as he picked up the brush. "Firm strokes." Sitting still, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pampering. When the strokes began to fill her with a sense of relaxation, Sarah slipped off the bed. While Roman maintained his position, Sarah retrieved her trademark golden paddle. "Unquestioning acceptance of punishments." Her paddle slapped his right ass cheek. Roman didn't move. She slapped his left cheek with the same force. "Count."

"Two…Thank you, Mistress…Three…Thank you, Mistress…Four…Five…Six" The blows came in rapid succession. "Seven…Goddess, you are amazing…Eight…Nine…Ten." His chin lowered to his chest.

Sitting the paddle on the edge of the bed, Sarah reclined with her feet resting on the footboard. "Massage my feet." Seconds passed as Roman released his hold on the bed and flexed his long, strong fingers. Propping one foot on the bedframe, he rested her heel against his thigh and pressed his thumbs into the sole of her foot. His fingertips caressed the top of her foot at the same time. Swirling her other foot, Roman grasped it gently, beginning to massage it as well. Sarah sighed as she let her finger drift south to tease her feminine parts. Through half-closed eyes she watched Roman watching her. "Don't stop." she ordered as she let herself enjoy her first tiny orgasm. His pulse pounded in his neck. His teeth clenched over his bottom lip. Without warning, she swung her feet off the bed and grabbed the golden paddle once again. "Five more."

"As you wish, My Goddess." Shifting his feet, Roman prepared for the strikes that were soon to fall. This time, interspersed between paddles Sarah reached between his legs to stroke his scrotum.

Listening to the man muffle his groans, Sarah felt compassion. After the last blow, she set the paddle on the bed once more. "Do not let go of the footboard." Her hands caressed his ass, slipping back to the scrotum to unlatch the first strap. Her hands slid across his hips to trail along his cock before completing the removal of the birdcage and sitting it on the bed next to the paddle. Roman drew in a long, tortured breath. "You did well, Roman. You did very well." Knowing that a man of his stature needed encouragement and reinforcement, Sarah complimented him as she rubbed his aroused length.

"Thank you, Goddess." Sarah reached for the tiny control. Roman tightened his grip on the footboard, knowing what was coming.

She turned the vibrations on low, watching his hips slowly thrust. "You cannot come." Her hand encircled his member, stroking lightly. His muffled groan escaped, prompting her to ask, "Did you wish to ask for something?"

"No, Mistress. I am here to serve you."

Sarah shook her head slightly and turned up the vibration. "If you need something…If the play becomes too much, you must let me know. Do you know your safe word?"

Another groan slipped from his lips before he muttered, "No safe word…needed. I can take it…Just need…You."

Moving between Roman and the footboard, Sarah pressed her hands against his cheeks. "Look at me, Roman." She waited for him to open his closed eyes and meet her gaze. "In the dom/sub play, there has to be a safe-word. If something crosses a line or becomes too much, you need an out. There is no shame in using the word. It's better to let your dom know before physical or emotional harm occurs." She swallowed hard. "I've seen it happen to a friend."

His hands uncurled from the footboard and wrapped around her shoulders. "I know what happened to Dean…somewhat." he admitted. "I want openness…between us…trust." His cock bounced against her stomach. "O-R. My safe word. O-R." He caressed her shoulders with a small moan. "Honestly…very close right now." His hips rocked. "I'm trying."

Sarah smiled and patted his cheek. "If I touch you, you would say your safe word?"

He shook his head. "If you touch me…I would…" He rocked again. "disappoint you…and come."

Sarah lowered her hand, holding the end of his cock and rubbing the tip with her thumb. "No, you won't." she commanded. Roman's entire body tensed. "I own your mouth, your cock, and your ass. You don't come until I allow you to come."

"Yes, My Goddess." Roman's head began to bow.

"Head up!" she ordered. His head straightened. Sarah lifted herself onto the edge of the mattress. "Raise my skirt." His hands trembled as he raised her skirt to her waist. She parted her knees to allow him room to step forward. "I want to feel your tongue on my clit. You may not come." Roman sank to his knees, letting his tongue lave her inner thigh on his path to her womanhood. His lips quickly found her clit, sucking on it gently. As she approached her crest, he thrust his tongue inside, hard and fast. Sarah grabbed handfuls of his hair. Looking down, she met his stare as he drew hard on her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, the second not-at-her-own-hands and second by this man. She pulled him up from his knees and up her body. Roman hovered, waiting for instructions. "Now, dammit, now!" Her heels dug into his ass. His turgid length rammed inside her body, sending her flying higher than before. He thrust again and again, unable to control his need for her. She screamed as hot liquid exploded inside her walls. He groaned as he erupted inside her warm body, bathing them both in his excitement.

Poll - I've been working on a new story and I'm at a crossroad. Would you prefer to see an OC with Cena or Orton?