“You got a real smart fucking mouth, don’t you?”

Dude looked over when the Mistress snapped at him.  She was being particularly bitchy today, claiming a headache was the cause.  In a mood of his own, he didn’t bother making matters better in the slightest.  He couldn’t stop himself from making snide remarks to everything she said, which is exactly what he did in response to that comment, too.

“Yeah, guess so.  You plan on doing something about it?”

She dropped her hand on the armrest and pushed herself off the couch, storming off to her bedroom.  As much has he wanted to believe she was just making some distance between them, he knew better.  She didn’t give up; she fixed her problems.  She came back with said fix in her hands moments later.  He looked up at her with a smug grin, then down at her hands.  After a drag of his cigarette, he pointed at her hand.

“Whatcha got there, honey?”

She held it up with both hands.  It looked like a dog collar with a rubber ball on it.  He laughed, flicking his ashes in the tray.

“What?  You think you’re gonna gag me?”

She continued dangling the gag with one hand, but pulled a pistol out of the pocket of her robe with the other.  She didn’t point it at him, but the implication was clear.  She was tired of his mouth but not of his company… yet.  He sighed, sitting up straight and holding his hands up.  Maybe it was a little toxic that they settled bickering with firearms, but damn, if it didn’t make his pants feel tight every time that she whipped a weapon out on him.

“Good boy,” she said, sliding the gun back into her robe.  She plucked the half-smoked cigarette from his raised hand and brought it to her lips to hold.  Taking the gag back in both hands, she fit the ball in his mouth and fastened the strap around his head.  The cigarette wound up between her fingers and she flicked the smoldering ashes into the tray as she admired her handiwork.  “Now, let’s see if we can have a nice evening without you aggravating the piss out of me.  Alright, Dude?”

When he nodded, she gave his thigh a pat and flashed him her bitchiest smile.  He shifted in place, trying to relief some of the pressure he was feeling from his pants suddenly feeling tight.  She surprised him by taking his hand instead of sitting back down on the couch.  She stepped back and tugged him slightly, which he took as his sign to rise to his feet.  She didn’t let go of his hand, instead, she led him back towards her bedroom. 

“Lay down,” she instructed as she placed the gun on the nightstand. 

He settled down in the middle of the mattress.  He noticed how her eyes flicked down to the bulging denim when she turned to face him.  She rolled her eyes, then reached for his arm again.  She brought it to the corner of the mattress and snapped a cuff on his wrist, then crawled on top of the mattress and over his body to do the same to the side of the bed that was against the wall.  He pulled against his restraints, letting the metal cuffs clang against the wrought iron frame. 

“Christ, must you keep making noise?” she said with a pop to his face.  It wasn’t hard, just enough for emphasis.  The light tap was still enough to make his hips buck upwards.  His jaw was already starting to ache and the cuffs were digging into his wrist, but the most uncomfortable part was how unbelievably hard he’d gotten from the ordeal.  It didn’t go unnoticed by her.  She rested a hand atop his fly and gave a squeeze.  “If you promise to shut the fuck up the rest of the night, I might take care of this for you.  Think you can do that?”

Dude thought about being a prick and attempting to verbally answer her through the gag, but thought better of it.  If he pushed her too far, he knew she would not hesitate to just leave him chained to her bed while she took a vibrator into the living room and had herself a relaxing evening on the couch.  He instead opted to nod pleasantly and she rewarded him by unzipping his jeans.  He took a deep breath through his nose and rested his head back on the pillow, grateful for the feeling of her hands freeing his boner.  He was even more grateful when she mounted him and sunk down onto his cock.  He wanted to groan out in pleasure, but the gag helped him keep his promise.