I wonder what it would feel like to be the controller as I enter a world beyond the norm. The ability to dominate a man under my complete control. The concepts of that realm seems to intrigue me. The possibility of what it would be to see him knelt before my body.
To get his permission to enter the role of submission, would be a mission I can check on my bucket list. Doing every command I set forth as for the goal to see me drip my nectar onto his smooth skin.
Picturing a image of my knee high boots covered in leather while his face smothering against the material while his lips are drag across them. Showing hunger to want to taste what’s under… I can only imagine his tongue slithering between the toes as they enter his dirty mouth. I can almost feel how eager he’d want to treat his mistress.
Removing his sight with a blindfold, only to focus on the rest of his senses. I can only assume that his mind is running wild of what the next demand I’ll declare after. Living in the moment of my spell of domination, I’m bringing to life to one of my hidden fascination of a creation that’s included into the zone of sexuality.
Let’s start from the ground up… literally.
Visualizing the tension between us two as I whisper into his delicate ears, “Now move further up and don’t hesitate to show your thirst to my luscious thighs of mine that need extra attention.” Using his lips to plant tender kisses and soft bites that make me whimper and the sounds of my pleasing moans escape from my throat.
Leather… has a sense of theme to an idea of this control. As my hands rub the material covering my body, I start to embrace the nuance of this hour we have in between the four walls. Following along with my fantasy, creating it in real time right before my eyes.
Showing little resistance, his sense of smell is taking in the aroma of my sex between my legs…I’m sure he knows I’m enjoying every bit of his actions. Having to remind him, it’s me that gives me the go on what I say is next and I’m not done abusing the sensation of his lips… tasting me.
His eager to reach my spot, shows he’s willing to test his ability to disobey my order. Watching him slowly ease his way to my rose that’s ready to bloom into his face. I’m sure he’s ready for a taste. Reaching and reaching to my drip of wetness, I’m surely going to let him.
I had to stop him by placing my hand on his forehead and whisper that now I want him to do the same but slowly. Slowly and mean it because i want to feel it deep past my skin. Let my nerves send a message to my brain to sense the touch of his lips.
He feels me wanting him to do beyond my authority and at this point, I’m letting him do it. His breath covering me as he rise further and let me tell you.. he’s ready to kiss this pussy.
I’m stuck in place and the idea to want to be the ruler has gone out the window. I wish he can see that now I’m giving up. Letting him do as he please for me to get this honey to drip… I mean nectar. Yes… The wetter the better.
Leather, has literally set the tone for me to show him I have the capacity to put down my masculinity. But don’t be fooled, my femininity shows I’m ready to take any offers or suggestions as soon as he puts that willingness to taste this… Understand that I crave to be entertained with his sexual actions, as he searches for a gratifying reaction. Do it just enough and he won’t suffer the consequences.
Be aware of the moment your guard is unguarded, I’ll take advantage of your innocence and show you how it should be. Showing you the ways to please me, eat me, and rubbing against me. Joining my world so just you can ultimately watch my toes curl.
Salutations, get comfortable, entwine with the atmosphere of this chocolate swirl of domination. Titled, “The Mental Stimulation “ A creation, so please come make a generous donation.
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