Dominatrix's Submission: Wet & Wild

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of the penthouse, mirroring the tempest brewing within me. I adjusted the collar of my custom-made leather corset, the cool material a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my own body. Tonight, I was Lady Fervent Finger, a mistress of pleasure and pain, and my newest plaything, Mr. Song of Solomon, was about to experience a night unlike any other.

As he entered the lavishly appointed shower room, I watched with a detached amusement, my gaze lingering on the sheer, lace lingerie he wore. The high heels, a touch of decadent cruelty, completed the picture. “Is this lingerie okay, or do you want me to go naked?” I purred, my voice laced with a hint of challenge. “I could keep these high heels on. Or do you prefer bare feet?” The scent of his aftershave, a potent blend of sandalwood and spice, filled the air, tantalizing my senses.

The twist came swiftly. A knock on the door, followed by the hesitant entrance of a beautiful, young woman, dressed in a simple white sundress. “Master, you’ll have a surprise of a different nature,” I announced, my lips curving into a predatory smile. The air crackled with anticipation.

Once he emerged from the shower, wrapped in a plush white towel, I immediately seized control. “You listen to me,” I commanded, my voice resonating with authority. “I want you to know I’m not your sweet little submissive right now. You’re the sub, and I have some strict rules, and you WILL obey.” The rules were simple: say “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” and “please” when addressing me. Failure to comply would result in swift and brutal punishment.

I surveyed his nude form, taking in every detail. The leather outfit, with its intricate buckles and straps, emphasized his muscular physique. The choker necklace, a symbol of submission, tightened around his neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The riding crop, cool and smooth in my hand, felt like an extension of my own dominance. "Drop that towel," I instructed, my voice low and demanding. “You’re going to get a spanking. Just because I say so. Bend over.”

The first spanking was brief, a sharp sting on his sensitive flesh. "That enough?" I asked, watching his reaction with calculated interest. A blush crept up his neck, betraying his discomfort. "Do you want me to spank harder?" A second spanking, more forceful this time, left a red welt on his rear. "That butt's getting really pink!" I exclaimed, relishing his humiliation.

After a brief pause, I released him, gesturing towards the computer in the corner of the room. “Go get on the computer. At the masturbation desk. Stay naked. There is some poetry about self-pleasuring while performing oral sex. Read it out loud.” He hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly obeyed, pulling up a digital file filled with explicit verses. As he began to read, his voice trembling slightly, I moved closer, savoring the anticipation.

Moments later, I interrupted him with a sharp command. “What are you doing!? Let go of that thing right now! Go wash your hand. On second thought, lick it first. Lick that pre-cum! Then come in here and help me take these boots off.” The sight of him reluctantly indulging in oral stimulation before assisting me with the boots was both amusing and arousing.

As he removed my boots, I turned my attention back to his body, running my fingers along the smooth, tanned skin of his thighs. “Are you looking between my legs?” I inquired, my voice dripping with suggestion. “Yes, it’s neatly trimmed. You’re supposed to be groveling at my bare feet! But you’re gawking at my nearly shaved pussy?!” The heat in my body intensified, fueled by his blatant desire. "Are you thinking of sliding into this pussy for a hard fuck-fuck? Or putting your mouth all over my nearly smooth, hot pussy? Or just looking at me spread my thighs wide open-LIKE THIS-while you grab yourself? Are you thinking of giving yourself a hand job? While I watch you shoot your cum everywhere? Or somewhere on me?! My, you’re throbbing! And dripping all over your legs! Looks like the champagne is ready to spew!"

The next few moments were a blur of sensations. I demanded he bend over, arching his back until his muscles screamed. Then, with a swift, decisive movement, I dropped to his knees, placing my weight upon his hips. The pressure was intense, forcing him to his hands and knees, tears welling in his eyes. "Am I not strict enough for you?!" I roared, my voice echoing through the room. "Am I going to have to bend you over for another spanking?!" He whimpered in response, begging for mercy.

Just as I was about to unleash another round of punishment, I abruptly stood up, signaling for him to return to the computer. "Go get on the computer," I commanded. "Stay naked. There is some poetry about self-pleasuring while performing oral sex. Read it out loud." He complied, his movements sluggish and hesitant.

Meanwhile, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. "Well, enough of that for now," I announced, my voice dripping with disdain. "I'm going to the store. You’re going with me. Yes, I’m wearing this leather outfit. No, they won’t mind. Now go get dressed. No touching yourself. NO TOUCHING!" I slammed the door behind me, leaving him alone in the opulent room, both exhilarated and humiliated.

At the marital aid store, I casually introduced my “pet,” a muscular young man dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, as my shopping companion. "His orders are to buy something that he’s always fantasized about," I explained, my eyes scanning the shelves filled with exotic toys and accessories. "We may find out what that secret desire is."

After a considerable amount of time, he emerged from the back room, clutching a large, studded leather harness. “This is it,” he announced, his voice barely audible. “This is what I’ve been waiting for.” I examined the harness, admiring its intricate design and the way it emphasized his physique.

As we made our way back to the car, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. The entire experience had been a carefully orchestrated display of power and control, designed to push my plaything to the absolute limit.

Back at the penthouse, I instructed him to dress in a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then, with a mischievous glint in my eyes, I put on the leather harness, pulling it tight around my waist. "Now you listen to me," I said, my voice laced with anticipation. “You're going to be my sweet little girly-girl submissive again. You drive. I’ll be in the back seat. Nude. Keep both hands on the steering wheel.”

As we cruised along the scenic countryside, I leaned back in the seat, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin and the feel of the leather harness against my body. “Thank you for taking me through this beautiful countryside, sir,” I said, my voice filled with genuine pleasure. “And thank you for letting me be totally exposed like this. It’s so exciting!”

“Am I going to be punished for today’s naughtiness when we get home?” I asked, my tone playful. “Sometimes daddy’s dirty girl deserves a little spank-spank. Please be gentle with me, the Weaker Vessel!” He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached for a riding crop from the glove compartment.

As he spanked my backside, I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. "If I’m dressed, will I have to take off my clothes? Are you going to force me to take off EVERYTHING!? " I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

“Are you going to take your clothes off, too, when you spank me?” I continued, my body arching in anticipation. “Are going to jack off on me? All over my butt? Will you wet-spank that hot lava onto my bare skin? Are you going to spurt that hot sticky on me? You might let it splash all over my ass! Will you cover my naked ass with your cum-cum? May I rub my pussy while you’re smacking my wet ass? "

Just as he was about to fulfill my desires, I interrupted him, pulling him back to the car. “Oh my, oh my, I feel wet between my legs now, sir,” I said, my voice filled with excitement. “May I put my hand down there right now? Please, Master! I am soaking!”

“Oh… sir… I never told you sir, but I must confess something,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m such a dirty, dirty girl. I must confess about something I like. In my…in my mouth. Something about licking… and sucking…and tasting. Oh my! This pussy liquid is dripping all over my fingers!! Wet pussy is all over my hands!"

“I LOVE LAPPING UP THAT PUSSY WETNESS! I LOVE PUSSY MY MOUTH!!!” I shrieked, my voice filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. As I continued to lick and suck on my own flesh, I felt a surge of euphoria wash over me, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied. The rain continued to fall, but inside the penthouse, everything felt perfect. The day had been a triumph, a testament to my power and dominance. And as I looked out at the stormy landscape, I knew that I would never forget this night, this experience, or the pleasure it had brought me.

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