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Wednesday, May 1st 2024

'Yes Mistress' - a clients erotic account.

‘Kneel’ she ordered as he entered the room.

He was naked and obeyed. She stood there in the black catsuit, unzipped to reveal her delicious cleavage. Her erect nipples, hard against the thin, wet-look material were the first things he’d noticed. Then, the inviting, teasing, tantalising cleavage which was likely an unattainable prize for him. Her tight, over the knee boots turned him on immensely and he could feel his erection growing as he prepared for the consequences.

What he couldn’t see was her incredible ass clad in that tight catsuit. He found himself wishing for the dungeon, where she would have a wall of mirrors behind her, and he could have bathed in the sight of her tight ass. Instead, her impressive firm thighs bulged out, quads humiliating him by their sheer, implied power and hinting at the delicious shape that lay behind them.
She saw his shame immediately, sensing his hunger, stronger than his submission. ‘Move those hands, slut,’ she ordered. ‘I want to see what you’re hiding.’

He had no choice, revealing his uncaged cock, swelling with anticipation of her power, her teasing, with the veins already obvious pulsing down the sides as it grew, rather than shrank at her examination.

‘Hmmm,’ she squatted, near face to face with him. ‘What to do?’ She licked her lips … now shiny with saliva as she pushed out her tongue … so close to him … he could see the shine of her spit, overflowing, dripping off her tongue. He didn’t dare look down but he could imagine that string of spit lengthening from her tongue, down, down until he felt it hit his bobbing cock, wet and slick, as it slid over his shaft and rolled onto the ground. He ached, just from this singe experience, oh to grab his cock with ferocity and stroke using her spit as lube, to stroke, to surrender, to release and to cum for her, his seed spilling all over the floor, unused, unwanted.

But that was why he was here. To learn. To control those primal urges. For something greater than himself. Greater than himself. For her. For her pleasure. For her use.

‘Yes Mistress.’