I got a call last night that really got my juices flowing. He dominated me. He talked me through an entire scenario where he followed me home from the grocery store, and then forced his way into my apartment. He explained that he had seen me around, since he lived in the neighborhood, and that he loved how I looked, acted, treated people, and how I loved to be dominated. He wanted to dominate me, and if I didn’t mind, he’d make it well worth my while.
By that point, I was already horny as hell, though I admit some trepidation. I relented. He helped me put my groceries away before commanding that I get to the bathroom and clean myself up properly for him. I followed all my usual careful preparations, and I took a good long time getting ready. By the time I finished and walked out of the bathroom, I could smell something wonderful. I heard him yell at me that I should wear something light but pretty. I put on a lacy sundress that I had only just bought, with a pair of slip-on sandals. I walked into the kitchen, and he immediately did a once-over before demanding I assume the proper position. I got on my knees, hands on my thighs facing upward, face downcast, posture perfect. He grunted approval, then grabbed my hair and gently led me to the table.
He put my plate of food on the chair nearest his own, just so I could see what I would be dining on. It was the most lovely breast of chicken I had ever seen. It had citrus slices draped over it with rosemary and some other herbs and a lovely glaze drizzled over the entirety. He had also used my asparagus and a few new potatoes. Oh, it was lovely. He cut up all of my food, and he began to slowly feed me. After dinner, he told me to clean up the mess. He stood and watched me like a hawk, leaning up against my stove the entire time.
When I had finished, he told me I’d taken too long. He took me back to the bedroom and produced a riding crop from his own grocery bag. I don’t know or care how he had managed that. I was looking forward to the rest of the evening.
To be continued….
Don’t you just love my pretty feet? I keep them freshly pedicured and always clean because I know just how many men like you can’t wait to wrap their lips around my toes. Or maybe you love a good foot job, my soft feet rubbing against that rock hard cock of yours… total bliss am I right? Of course I am right! I know you baby, and I know what you love so bring that hard dick on over here! I will take care of you the way a good girlfriend should, I’ll be everything you need me to be baby, I promise. We are going to have so so much fun together I just know it! What are you waiting for sweetie? I’ll be here all day!
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