Dominate Me Mistress, Please!

My new pastime is begging my Femdom, “dominate me mistress, please!”

I’ve been Internet dating for over a year. To tell you the truth, it’s been hit or miss. I’ve gone out on some great dates, fucked a couple of babes, but overall, it’s been less than I expected. And to tell you the truth, part of it’s my fault.

I get tired of the decision making, you know, where we’re going, what we’re eating, what movie we’re seeing. Every date seems to be one decision after the other. Even when women tell me they want to decide, it always ends up with me having the final say. And I’ve got to tell you that gets fucking old.

If I had a dollar for every woman who told me she wanted to be the decider and then left it up to me, I’d be rich. So the night I went on a date with Melissa and she told me she liked her men hot, horny, big-dicked and submissive, I laughed under my breath cause I’d heard that line of bullshit before.

Melissa in Charge

No doubt, Melissa was hot that night. Her tits were tight in her blouse. Her heels punctuated the firm line of her calves. When we walked into the restaurant, heads turned, even some of the women.

Right from the start she made the evening her own. The waiter naturally turned to me for our order and she inserted herself, ordering what she wanted then something for me. It was off-putting at first, but something in me dug it. I relaxed and let Melissa’s social domination take us where it would.

Dessert Time

Dinner over, it was time for dessert. The waiter brought us the menu, but Melissa had another place in mind, so she told me to pay the check and she waited outside. I was still game for this new type of treatment. And over dinner, it was clear Melissa was not only sexy hot, but intelligent as well. We had a lot in common and I was digging it, so why not?

Dessert was at a restaurant that specialized in tasty sweets. Melissa selected an assortment of treats and Kahlua spiked-coffees. Then she instructed me to feed her, her dessert, right there in the crowded restaurant. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but I obliged. I found myself getting turned-on by it as the feeding progressed. I was aroused by sliding the spoon into her mouth and by the waiting for permission, she would tell me “okay” when it was okay to give her another bite.

Evening Over? Please, no. I Need You to Dominate Me Mistress.

Dessert over, we left the restaurant. Melissa started to yawn, so I thought boom that was it, the date was over too. We hopped in a cab. Melissa gave him her address. We rode silently the next few minutes till the cab pulled over.

Melissa said, “Pay him and then come upstairs.”

Next thing you know, I was begging, “Please dominate me Mistress.”

Welcome to Mistress Melissa’s World

By the time I got upstairs, I was convinced Melissa was naked on the couch, anxiously waiting for my cock and me. But that wasn’t the case. She was anxiously waiting— to dominate me!

I walked through the door and she immediately demanded I get down on my knees. When I bent down on the floor, following her command, I opened the door to an introductory five-hour sex-domination session – with Mistress Melissa!

On my knees, the first order of business was to lick her feet. She stepped out of her spiked heels and ordered me to lick between her toes and all along the side of her feet. When my tongue accidentally skipped over a toe, she growled, demanded I start all over again. I almost ejaculated in my pants. It fucking turned me on so bad to have a sexy hot woman so much in charge. She instructed me to ask permission to begin all over again and I did.

“Mistress, I didn’t follow your instructions, may I lick your toes and feet all over again?”

Next, she made me strip down to my boxer shorts. She made me pull out my cock and masturbate till my cock was about to rocket my creamy white cum across the room. Then she stopped me, she told me I could never masturbate or cum again without her permission. Gosh was this fucking Mistress good!

After that she pulled down her lacy panties and straddled my face. She demanded I lick her pussy. She buried my face deep into her muff, I could barely breathe. She wouldnÕt let me move until she came. And when she did, she pushed my mouth to her ass, demanding me to worship her ass with my tongue!

Damn! I went home that night with the hardest, fattest, fucking cock in my pants, ever. Now my domination sex life is the best. Thank you, Mistress Melissa!

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