Love Struck Horn-Dog Gets Entangled in My Web.

“She” harnesses the empowerment of a woman through the control she exercises over man.

 

Do you know what the best thing about being a woman is? Having control over poor suckers… –every male, every love struck horn-dog that is bound to the visual pleasantness of what makes up the feminine identity. What is it, do you think, that draws these men in? Is it our majestical hypnotic hair that shines like jelly against the beams of the sun? What about our luscious baby-soft lips that pucker and pout in the most perfect way? Is it the perfect shape and indentations of our bodies, no matter the size, that make them sweat at night?

Whatever it is that creates our feminine identity, there is one thing for sure, it’s powerful. I believe it’s the most powerful force in the universe. Why? Because a man will fall to his knees for a woman like me. For any woman who knows how to wield her majestic force against the weak man. I always harness the internal sex within me to control, dominate, and hypnotize all my male subjects.  For my benefit and of course, pleasure. Many men worship me through my Only Fans page, I’m always adding new things, like my sissy training list.

I usually keep things on a business level. However, there is this one follower of mine who constantly persists in seeing me in person. I almost blocked him. But then, I thought “fuck it” let’s see how many flips I can make this poor love struck horn-dog do for me. Given the circumstances, I told him to meet me today, at one of the biggest malls in the city. He has to drive 3 hours just to get to me. As I’m waiting for him to arrive, I decide to spoil myself with some very nice perfume from Bed, Bath, and Body Works.

Shopping trip to the mall with my love struck horn-dog.

I receive a text to meet him downstairs by the internal wishing fountain. The first thing I notice is his black, beautiful long curly locks falling down the sides of his maroon eyes. I’m surprised, he is very handsome, however, I’m not the kind of girl who falls for something as insignificant as looks. What I need is a man to spoil me like the Goddess I am. To worship me. As we walk, I let him know what I expect, although, I can tell he is the perfect ‘dog’ for me.

The whole time, the love struck horn-dog is telling me how happy and how honored he is to be next to a sexy, gorgeous, and amazing Goddess. From my Only Fans page, he already knows how much I love to be showered in compliments. Instead of me pushing him to buy me new shoes, outfits, jewelry, and makeup, he takes me by the hand and pulls me into each store, like a kid in a candy shop. He expresses to me just how much he loves to spoil women, and that he’s been looking for one to constantly spoil without end, for a while.

Since he’s such a ‘good boy’ I take him into Victoria’s Secret, where I have him choose lingerie for me to wear for him tonight. He chooses a red and black duo with black stockings and a matching garter belt. It’s our last stop before we begin to head out of the mall. Then, we pause for one last stop at the Starbucks kiosk for a delicious Frappuccino. He almost melts when he sees me lick the whipped cream off my lips. Then, we part ways temporarily, then, I follow him to the luxury hotel for a bit of fun.

A Goddess should always be spoiled, worshipped, and complimented.

The love struck horn-dog signals me to park at the entrance. The valet opens the driver’s door and takes my hand like a princess or a queen, assisting me out. A bellhop comes over to take all my purchases out of the vehicle and places them on a golden hopper. The hotel is dressed in velvet and royal blue hue. The workers line up inside the entrance of the hotel, assisting us until we stand in front of our booked penthouse room. When we step inside, it’s as if I am walking into a palace.

Furthermore, as my toes sink into the soft chinchilla-like fur carpet, everything is crisp and clean. The sunset beams through the massively uncovered windows overlooking the recently lit city. I’m happy and content, this is what a Goddess like me deserves, nothing less, but always in need of more. I instruct him to strip down and wait on the ottoman facing the bed as I go into the bathroom and change into my freshly bought lingerie outfit. Next, I remove the pins holding my jet-black bun in place. My hair bounces until it’s draping down my torso.

My love struck horn-dog is sweating bullets, his heart beating faster than the speed of light.

Then, I step out, fully dolled up from head to toe. Josh can only gulp and swallow his saliva. I turn up the smooth sexy jazz oozing through the speaker. I slowly dance over him in a sensual manner that you could say, I was casting a spell on him. Without laying a finger on him, and vice-versa, my poor love struck horn-dog burst like a creamy white liquid oozing out of an underwater geyser. He repeats that he didn’t deserve to cum. He apologizes and promises to only serve me, forever and always, I’ll be his only Queen.

Like Aphrodite, I center around love, sex, and beauty; come have a taste.🍷💋.

 

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