DOMINATRIX – I Know You love to Be Punished

DOMINATRIX – I Know You love to Be Punished

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And the cuckolds who serve this kind of dominatrix? How I love my personal little cuck boys, you beautiful, inadequate freaks! You cuckold sissies. It’ h so sad how you need to watch your wife being fucked by another man, a man with a real cock. Not that pathetic maggot that lays limp and ineffective unable to rear its go get the the occasion. Your miserable and sickly little itty bitty clitty, that’ ersus no good to any dominatrix. My spouse and i don’ t know so why you just don’ t put back on the bed and rub it like a girl! But then you probably do, even without my permission. As your dominatrix I will exhilarate you ?nternet site instruct my fuck slaves to pleasure that girl who should be dearest for you. See her spread-eagled along the bed, her back arching from the ecstasy of sense a real rock hard rod going through her pulsating cunt. Making you hear her panting and moaning, as she gloves her legs tightly about her new found fuck toy. You can crawl on your legs towards them. Look closely as that man-shaft enters her sticky gaping pinhole dripping from the sheer pleasure of experiencing what a serious man really feels like. Listen to his rock hard balls beat up against her! Look how his arse cheeks deal every time he thrusts his bare back penis hard into her very spirit. Look how her sight gently roll back each time he takes her towards the edge. Listen to them writhing in pleasure. Watch them directly. If you are a very good boy, your dominatrix may enable you to lay with your head below them when he fucks her doggy style. Her arse cocked high in the air to help you experience every wet press and catch the movement of pussy juice on your teeth from underneath her. When he finally expends every previous drop of that hot wet creamy cum deep inside her loins, you may ask his permission to clean his cock with your mouth and you will be grateful. Then you will suck that stream of sweet tasting squirt from her cunt. Don’ t forget that domination is my game, so do not miss an individual drop! Lick it inside and out and swallow every last mouthful. Then you will thank him meant for fulfilling your deepest dark fantasy and you will bow down to your dominatrix like the poor and pathetic cuckold that you just are. That’ s the picture I will paint with my words when I whisper in your ear in our dominatrix love-making chat. Elaborate and outlined. I will make it happen for you.

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Sometimes I just wonder what it is about your dominatrix in leather, latex, and PVC that turns you on so much. When I stay in that huge throne in my dungeon in my tight latex catsuit and you are on your joints in front of me, wretched and pitiful, do you think that I haven’ t seen that gloss in your eye? Do you think I actually haven’ t noticed that extended intake of breath as I low fat towards you as you take in my scent? Do you not feel that I can see your useless encounter as you caress those extended leather boots of quarry when you rest your face in the calf? There isn’ t anything I don’ big t see as a dominatrix. I just is watching you constantly. I make you stand before me so I can inspect that lowly body of yours and I circle you seeing every move that you generate. Do you honestly believe that this dominatrix would miss anything that’s at all? I know how you would love to nestle into my slightly revealed cleavage. I know you would give your life if I were to undo-options that zip and expose those voluptuous breasts with those erect dainty nipples. How you would love to lay again while I straddle your face and feed my open pussy into your mouth, something I actually reserve for only the picked few. I know you love the smell of that beautiful gentle hide mixed with the substance of my warm rainy pussy honey. I know you love the click of the substantial spiky leather heels of your dominatrix as I make my personal observations. I’ ve found your legs go to jelly right in front of me. I’ ve seen your cock stand abruptly to attention, even when I crack this with my cane. Exactly like I watch you retract those testicles when I make that first thwack along the back of your thighs. Think you’ ve got apart with it do you? I do think not. You wouldn’ big t be the first servant to be dragged across my own spanking bench with his wrists cuffed to the two big hooks on my wall and a spreading bar press between his ankles in order to administer a really good thrashing. My own cat o nine testimonies is particularly efficient for that purpose. That stinging sound mainly because it lashes across your drag and the whimpering voice thanking me appropriately every time We make contact with that bare arse. But then what is better to get a slimy worm like yourself. You need to understand it is your dominatrix who makes the decisions below and will be in charge of you going forward. You may think you bottom from the top and I am just the facilitator, but you are so incorrect. There is only one person in the room who is in control, the one who also makes the final decisions on everything, and that my dear submissive, is me, your strict dominatrix. When my fingers turn around that tight back of the shirt that I gave you the allowance of wearing for your dominance, superiority training, and my temple is riveted up against your own, be sure to listen very carefully ?nternet site whisper my instruction. As soon as your eyes meet mine, then you definitely will know your leather clad dominatrix means serious organization. When I clamp those serrated metal alligator clips upon those rather sorry hard nips of yours you’ ll understand just how serious I truly is. I like to pinch, flip and twist. I will cause you to feel the agony and the ecstasy. But of course, we should not forget the best. Something with a bit of intensity! When I bend you as well as insert that rather wintry metal speculum deep into that bottomless pit of your anal orifice, crank that open slowly and then drive my violet wand straight down it. Did anyone ever tell you that you shudder just like a pig that has just attended meet its maker? I actually bet they didn’ testosterone levels, did they? That’ t why I am suggesting now. It may help you appreciate your place. Your low ranking, like i said before! Your place is within that huge ego of mine. My domination always has the very last word! Just how it should be from your dominatrix!

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Nothing pleases me personally as a dominatrix more than to obtain you naked and kneeling at my feet, preferably with the wrists bound and a ball gag in your mouth and a blindfold across the eyes to cut off just another one of your senses. The only way you can get me is by my efluvio or the hot breath by my mouth. You have to live with the fear of surprise mainly because you never know what I am going to do next. You can experience me as I enter the body space. Your olfactory senses will tell you how close I just is. You can hear myself when I whisper those sugary dark nothings in your ear canal. You can feel my touch but you cannot see me or know what delights could be awaiting you. Trust is certainly your only hope with a dominatrix. Am I going to turn those nipple clamps or take that cock of yours with both hands and wring its neck such as a chicken in a butchers shop at Christmas? Am I going to squeeze those balls right up until a tear rolls straight down your cheek? You see fear is what I rely on and I have filled many a guy with the fear from terrible, because once I’ ve got you chained and shackled, the world soon becomes my oyster. Oh how weak you really are. Those times I have grappled one to the ground, as easy as throwing away a paper bag. I just sit on your chest with my own knuckle pressed tightly into your solar plexus and you reduce the use of your arms and legs such as a helpless puppy. I observe you as you try to capture your breath. I love that look of sheer anxiety on your face. Then most I have to do being a dominatrix is a quick swivel circular and place a scissor carry your throat between those mean lean muscular upper thighs of mine. My cunt rammed up against your face. If only you knew just how pathetic you really look. It is so simple I could pick up a book and get in some much needed ‘ me’ time while I keep you in place until it accommodates me to set you no cost. In fact a lot of the time it doesn’ t suit myself, but then what are you doing to stop me? You can’ t can you? That’ s when I know I’ empieza got you. Do I allow you to come up for air? Well I might if you’ re a very good boy, and frankly, as being a good boy would be a extremely wise decision with this dominatrix. I do not take kindly to those who annoy me or try to struggle. They often live to regret it. Avoid the dominatrix and you are fighting off me. That is an unpardonable Sin!

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There are some things in this world that some people claim only dreams are made of. We would say you are my personal dream and I, your dominatrix, am your worst nightmare, a recurring nightmare that chases you even throughout your waking hours with my domination, my power, and worst of all, my sadomasochistic determination. When you are gagged and cuffed by this dominatrix upon that great iron foundation in my dungeon with your feet spread wide apart and your ankles chained to a pub. What actually goes through that empty little submissive mind of yours? You wait in anticipation for your dominatrix to punish you don’ to you? That’ s what gives you the rush doesn’ to it!? You hear that match scrape across the box and that distant whoosh as the flame begins to flare. I will feel you brace yourself. After that there is the smell of that smouldering wax from those two red candles that I omitted deliberately for you to see when you walked in and crouched in shame before me. I saw you looking out of the nook of your eye. I alerted you, I miss nothing. We tell you to relax but you harden with baited breath. I actually run my hand over that flaccid useless little budgie’ s tongue of a dick. Personally I prefer looking at an erect cock myself rather than a second hand pile of giblets that looks like it has been gutted from a festive fowl. I wait. I anticipate a reaction. You feel my hands dance with those candles over your body dripping individuals sizzling tiny droplets on to the eye of that penis. It always stands to attention then. I can’ t think why! We wait for that sharp the consumption of oxygen to whistle through that ball gag. This stifles your cries if nothing else. Then gradually We lower my stance using the hot candles closer and closer. I hear the panting. I watch the perspiration form tiny tiny droplets on your forehead. Watching your cock in raptures jointly fall of red boiling hot serum is such entertaining. I just love to make exquisite patterns and see your skin clever from the heat. It is so inventive! And then I talk you down slowly when your reduce torso looks like a rather distastefully decorated Birthday cake. This dominatrix is always so proud of her work! But then certainly the real fun begins. I couldn’ t possibly send home to your wife like this could I? My dressage beat comes in so handy sometimes like these. You can hear it ?nternet site tap it on the hand of my hand, slightly impatiently, just to give you an inkling of what might be waiting for you. It has such an excellent way of just cutting through the air making that lovely resounding sharp sound. One good hard crack right through the head of the penis and hey ho, all spending ready to go home and be the dutiful wax free husband again. Perfect! In fact with no waxing lyrical about it, a perfect end to a perfect working day. Domination from a dominatrix at its finest!