My Steamy Story: A dominatrix enters my apartment....

My Story Time:

Okay, so spill the tea. I was in my full dominatrix drip – leather harness, thigh-high boots, the whole boujee aesthetic – waiting for him in my apartment. The vibe was immaculate, high-key main character energy. He showed up, looking all kinds of nervous and thirsty, and I just pointed to the floor. "Kneel," I said, and sheesh, he practically yeeted himself down there.

I made him kiss my boots first, his lips all shaky against the patent leather. Then I grabbed his hair, yanked his head back, and was like, "You don't get to look at me until I say so." His little gasp? Iconic. I trailed my fingernails down his chest, feeling him tremble, and then I just went for it, palming his dick through his pants. He was so hard already, it was pathetic. "This is mine now," I whispered, and he moaned, "Yes, Mistress," and OMG, the power trip was so fucking spicy. I was finna have so much fun breaking him.