Tricky Dominatrix

Tricky Dominatrix

I’m a ‘switch’ as they say, but tonight I’m feeling very dominant indeed, and I intend to indulge in my darker side. I adorn myself seductively, with long legs and full cleavage. My hair and makeup are polished and I smell divine. But more than anything, it’s the look in my eyes and my mysterious demeanor that’s going to draw in the man that I need. I’m a tricky dominatrix and you’re going to be my prey.  My bedroom is prepared for our return. The ambiance. The toys. The tripod…

I choose you special

I head to a classy piano bar in the city to meet some friends. After a lovely night, I finally spot you in a corner booth. All smoldering and pensive. You look sad. As if you are not here to socialize, but instead to drown some sorrow I’ll likely never know. Perfect. I slink over and introduce myself, feigning the need for some advice. A couple of cocktails later, we’re laughing and I catch your eyes lingering on the outline of my nipple through the silky fabric of my dress. At that, I lean in and touch your thigh, and with an evil little smile I whisper in your ear, “Do you want to get out of here?”  The shared fire in our eyes needs to be explored further.  Somewhere… more comfortable. You don’t realize I’m a little tricky dominatrix yet, and you’re in for a wild ride!

“It has to be my place. I’ll tell you why when we get there.”

You’re so taken with me, the butterflies in your stomach don’t come across as the alarm bells they should. But as you climb into my car, realizing you don’t know me at all, the wheels in your head start to turn. Earlier, I’d called you a “good boy”, when you paid the tab. It’s how calm and deadly serious I am. How little I’ve actually told you about myself. The smokey eye. The black heels. You’re starting to see my little tricky dominatrix alter ego. “Is she like.. a dom??” It clicked in your head. And you’re confused by your body’s response to it. Your skin is getting warm, your heart pounding, and your cock is growing in your pants.

Fully drained by a tricky dominatrix

By the time we get to my house, you’re noticeably flustered. You flinch as I put my hand on your thigh; fixated on the sharpness of my shiny dark nails. “Are you ready for this?” I ask. Your eyes widen, and I know we’re both clear on our roles here. You dutifully exit the car and follow behind into my home. The place itself seduces and intimidates you. As soon as the door latches behind us, I start kissing you deeply. Before you know it, you find yourself laying on my bed, on your back, wrists bound above your head. I’m wiggling out of the my last stitch of clothing. Tiny black panties. I crawl over to you, on all fours looking down at you, and begin to stroke your ridged cock while I slowly explain your fate.

Edging you into full submission

For an excruciatingly long time, I go from working you with my mouth and hand to riding you and then back again. When you’re close, I go nice and fast and then abruptly deny you. Over and over. Until you’re a pathetic twitching mess for your tricky dominatrix. Bound and begging. “You know I have to drain your wallet too…”  You nod vigorously. I crawl up your body further so that you can get a little taste and watch while I take my time slowly plucking each and every means of currency from your wallet. “Hmm”, I say, as I read off your street name from your driver’s license and take that too. “Don’t disable anything.” I then instruct you to watch my transactions over the coming days, and stroke your cock to them. You agree.

Tricky dominatrix and her long con

Once I’ve bored myself of torturing you, I run my nails one last time down your body, and then begin pumping with purpose. Before long, you erupt all over my hand, gushing and dripping down like a yummy cum volcano. I am diabolical, you should have thought twice! Pulling a small vile out of my purse, I nonchalantly obtain a sample and place it back into my purse. I dress quickly, before you can process what just happened. Leaning down to hard kiss you, I pull the rope free. Sauntering away as you wiggle yourself free, you’re left rubbing your wrists, listening to the clicking of my heals getting quieter. I have your name. Your address. Your money. And now your DNA. You know this won’t be our last encounter. Soon, your beautiful tricky dominatrix will have full control of your psyche too…

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