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Slave to my mistress
Dominatrix woman fantasy
She stood there, her buxom figure encased in shiny black vinyl, stilettos shaping her muscled calves, a cigarette in her hand. He knelt on the floor at her feet, naked, gazing adoringly up at her.
“Do you want me?” she purred.
“Oh yes, mistress,” he replied, “desperately.”
“What would you do in order to have me?” she questioned
“Anything, Mistress, anything to please you.”
“Then worship me, slave; make me cum, and I may decide you are worthy of putting your cock inside my magnificent cunt,” she said with a smile.
Already aroused by the power she held over him, she spread her legs and watched as he started at her ankle, kissing and licking his way up her legs, his hard prick sticking out in front of him. It felt sensual the way his lips moved over her flesh, and she relaxed for a moment, enjoying the sensations until he reached a spot on her upper thigh about an inch from her shaved pussy.
“No slave, that wasn’t good enough at all,” she told him, smiling wickedly and moving over to sit on a stool in the center of the dim room. “You must be punished for not trying hard enough. “She laughed at his panicked face. “you have earned no reward, just a spanking, and be grateful I can be bothered…
