Frankie, the girl who waxed Mistress Vixen so beautifully had no idea of Vixen's profession. She saw a striking, powerful woman who dressed simply and elegantly and assumed that she was some sort of corporate executive. Like a number of similar, if not quite so formidable looking women, who looked after their bodies, Vixen used a lot of the spa's services. Some of them also chose to have a Brazilian wax. There was no reason to think that this quiet, relaxed client was particularly out of the ordinary.
"You cheated!" She cried out loudly, laughing, as she tried to grab the mouse away from him. "It was my turn and you made me lose!"
"What?!" He feigned innocence, "That's not MY fault! You missed your turn and you have to face the consequences!" He could barely hold back his smile as he turned to look at her with his best 'How could you possibly accuse this adorable face of cheating' look.
Although there are female dominatrix, and male subjugationists, by and large the practice is the opposite: Males are Dom; fems are sub. This treatise is written to reflect this norm; however, genders may be exchanged at will.
Domination is the ultimate seduction: The Dom is seducing the Sub into giving up his or her self-will.
Today i knew would be long hard day for Him so i had used my key to let myself in. This was not something i did often for normally i would wait for His call. That afternoon i had shopped for the ingredients for dinner which would be His favorite meal. Dinner was in the oven baking, and i had just finished picking up around His place when i heard Him in the hallway.
She knelt by the front door, waiting for him to return.
He had called about 30 minutes ago, informing her that he would be home soon and instead of her usual greeting, he wanted her naked, kneeling with her head down, hands clasped in front of her, when he returned home.
After he had called she had undressed as she was told, darting into the bathroom for a quick spin in the mirror, she liked looking at herself, she’d worked extremely hard to get the body that she had now.
He entered the room, as he had done so many times before, and he noticed right away that there was a difference. He could not exactly pinpoint the difference or tell what was different or why. He just felt that it was different from all the previous times. There was something in the air, and he had the intense feeling that this time, something was going to happen, and that someone was unwaveringly waiting for him.
A little before eight PM, the phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Hello."
On the other end of the line, a breathy female voice asked, "Can I speak to Rad, please?"
Rad is my internet name and a pen name I use when I write erotica. Very few people know that name and the few who do, know my real name. "Uh, this is Randy, can I help you?"
There was a short silence and then a throaty laugh. "If you are the one that wrote the wonderful sexy stories I found, then you can do almost anything to me or with me that you like."
I'm waiting patiently by the hostess station of the restaurant. I've told the hostess that I'm waiting for someone and not ready to be seated. It's early and the restaurant isn't crowded, so I don't think we'll have trouble being seated when You arrive.
Dr. Kessa Brammer led him through a creaking metal door into the last storage room in the antiquities department. He stepped past her at her direction, looking around the chamber with slight un-ease. He was perhaps her brightest student, which was part of why she liked him. She pushed her weight against the metal door, which creaked closed, and latched with an echoing click.
In the last chapter, my sub Peter helped me live out my medical fantasy. So wanted to help him live out one of his.
If you've read my other stories (and you should), you know that he loved all things anal, including strap-on sex. His fantasy was to blindfolded and fucked in the ass by a stranger. Eventually, he'd want to see the stranger's face, but not until she'd cum.