"Power became my lover - power is like a drug". - Servalan, Blake's Seven.

A blindfold has been applied so that I may not see her. Cords bind my wrists above my head so that I may not touch her. I am at her disposal. I am lying on her bed and she is above me. I can feel her skin on mine: She stripped after she blindfolded me. I am not allowed to see her in such a vulnerable state. She bends down over me: I feel her breasts against mine and her hair on my cheek. She murmurs in my ear that she loves me. Her voice is quiet but full of authority. Then her lips meet mine. She controls the kiss absolutely; pulling away when I would deepen it. Her mouth trails light kisses down my neck and I move beneath her, trying to keep as much of my body in contact with hers as I can. She pulls back again. I feel her hands on my hips and she pushes me away from her, pressing me to the bed. I feel the movement of the bed as she leaves me there.

"Kathryn?"

She does not reply. I wait. Although my internal chronometer enables me to have an absolutely accurate sense of time, the period that she makes me wait seems to last forever. She is still here, I can hear her quiet breathing. She is watching me. This is just another expression of her power over me. She returns to me, moving back over me without a word. She straddles my thigh and I feel her sex hot and wet against my implant. She begins to rock against me, using my body to facilitate her orgasm without allowing me any autonomous participation. To give myself to her like this excites me but I know that she will make me wait for my release. She is breathing hard and moving against me more quickly and her skin is slick against my own. I want so much to be able to see her in this state, but she will never allow it. She is always in command.