Femme Fatale Fem Dom

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This is part two of My sexy story. If you happened to miss part one feel free to click here to give it a read/listen. Lockrin had a difficult time not thinking about the captivating beauty he met in the art gallery that night. He over analyzed how long he should wait to call her. “A week,” he thought. “If I wait a week I won’t seem too overly eager.” Jenna was a well versed player in the game and knew waiting him out would only make it more entertaining. She was familiar with this breed of man prey and knew they required patience, precision and a dash of deviant mind fuckery to render them utterly helpless. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he gave himself over to her.

His submission to her

After only three days of obsessive fantasizing and masturbating,  Lockrin couldn’t wait the whole week. He even smelled her business card to see if maybe there was a hint of the heavenly fragrance on it. He called and got her voice mail. “Shit.,” he thought. “Now what do I say?” Jenna smiled when she saw his call because, she figured he’d have enough self control to at least wait a week.  Her phone rang again, and she picked up this time. “Hello Lockrin,” she answered with an almost playful laugh in her voice.

Fem dom dates

It was the beginning of what would become one of the greatest submissive adventures of Lockrin’s life. He always wanted a Queen he could serve. He dreamed of a woman that he could be utterly naked in front of with all his humanity. A Goddess that brought out the best of his masculinity in his submission to Her. It seems it’s always the true face we hide is the one we long to show the most. They went out on several dates and each time he couldn’t help but feel more and more drawn to her. The conversations Lockrin had with her were amazing and she always managed to give enough physical contact to make him ravenous for her. On there eleventh date she finally invited  him to her home , but this time he noticed a mischievous aspect on her visage that filled him with both nervousness and longing.

Mistress reveals herself

They sat on a lovely plum colored crushed velvet couch and sipped Merlot discussing a book they were both reading. Jenna slipped off her strappy heels and rested her feet nonchalantly on Lockrin’s lap. His cock was so hard, he thought he might climax in his pants. She giggled at him mirthfully and told him to rub her feet.  Lockrin’s hands trembled a bit as they glided over the softness of her sculptural yet elegant toes. She handed him a bottle of almond oil and watched him, with half closed satisfied eyes, as he poured out all his desire for her into his hands, gliding across the delicate arches of french pedicured feet. Hmmmm, gee, I wonder what will happen next in our sexy story……guess you’ll have to wait until next weak wankers…yeah I spelled it that way on purpose you nerdy little fucking grammar nazis :P.