Femdom Pegging Mistress is Born

 I’m standing in my dimly lit bedroom, the harness dangling from my fingers like a secret.

The leather is cool and stiff as I pulled it over my thighs, tracing my curves as it had always known them.  Accordingly, the leather seems to borrow my body heat as it starts to warm.  Still, I position it around the curves of my waist.  I’m beginning to feel like a femdom pegging Mistress.

It’s heavy, the way a secret kept for years is on the soul. Next, I move to catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and it sways, brushing against my thigh. Goosebumps take over my skin, my breath catches, and a strange power courses through my veins. My transition to femdom pegging Mistress just began.

It’s not me anymore.  Hence, I admire my reflection in the mirror. My hips look fuller, I’m standing straighter, and likewise, my shoulders are back and square.  As a result, I appear more focused somehow, like a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take it.

Comparatively, it curves upward, not aggressively, for the most part,  but bent with a slow lift.  Subtle vein texture of the 8-inch shaft, like little ridges of pleasure, promising to drag slowly and catch on every nerve. The tip is flared, bold, wide, and commanding. It says I’m here to stretch you open, slow and deliberate, and unapologetic.

Femdom pegging mistress is born.

Subsequently, I am no longer Robyn, the MILF ready to do anything to please.  Instead, I’ve evolved into a sharp, authoritative seductress impossible to ignore. I feel like steel wrapped in silk.  Thus, I’m ready to take what I want, to bend your will, then break you open until you’re nothing but mine. Likewise, make you surrender to my desires, endure my hunger until you are raw, until I mark every inch of you, and there is nothing left in your head but my name until you beg me for more.

Next, I step out of the room wearing nothing but a pair of high heels. Click, click, click, they sound against the tile floor, announcing my presence. The strap on sways low between my thighs, demanding attention, ready to take action like a loaded gun.

He is on his knees, eyes on the floor, head bent down like a child has been scorned. His hands are clasped together behind his back. I can hear his labored breathing, giving away his excited anticipation.

“Hello, my worthless little pet, I hope that you are prepared to be used tonight like the meaningless slut you are.” “Yes, Mistress,”  he whimpers. “Eyes up, look at me, and pay attention. I am the only thing in your world now, your femdom pegging Mistress,  and only I matter. Am I understood?” Incidentally, his head nods quickly in agreement.

Like the femdom pegging Mistress I am, I circle him slowly, like a shark.

Next, I trace his lips with the swollen tip of the strap on.  At first, I’m slow and deliberate.  Subsequently, his lips part without me asking. His breath is hot and ragged. “Suck,” I command.  Accordingly, he complies eagerly, thus his mouth opens wider, just like he’s starving for it.  To begin,  I push the tip in, stretching his lips as his cheeks bulge.  Next, I slide it down into his throat and hold it there.   Subsequently,  his eyes are watering.  Likewise, his breath catches, and his mouth begins to drool. “That’s it, you wretched little slut.” I begin working the silicone cock in and out of his mouth.  For the time being, I move slowly.  Next, I thrust faster, fucking his face like it’s just another hole.  Saliva dripping down his chin, like thick, stringy whips, connecting his mouth to my femdom pegging Mistress’s cock.

The mess of it all turns me on.

I’ve had enough of this wet, sloppy blowjob.  Next, I pull out, and there’s spit everywhere.  Consequently, he inhales sharply, gulping air.   Likewise, he exhales shakily. His heart is beating loudly, giving away his excitement.

As a result, I notice that his hard cock has leaked onto the tile below him. “What is that you disgusting little cum guzzler?” I demand. “On all fours now, you worthless cunt, and clean up the mess that you made.” He leans down, tongue protruding from his mouth, and laps up his cum like a thirsty dog. I instruct him to lie on his back, “…with your knees back to your chin, and do not make me wait. I want to see that miserable hole that you call a cunt.” Without warning, I enter him. In contrast, not slowly, but quickly, like time is running out. He holds his breath as his eyes roll back. This is the moment that he has been waiting for.

Want more, don’t you? You will just have to call me to get it.

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