gofuckyaself

“I told you Honey, I have to finish this spreadsheet for work.”

“But Daddy–”

“No, now go upstairs.”

I’m not one for like, just fucking outdoors. I just can never get into it.

What I do enjoy, is foreplay in public. For instance, I could be sitting in an expensive restaurant across from a Dom, dressed very polished and not a hair out of place.

Little do those around me know that I have a vibrator inside my cunt, which can be controlled by an app on my Dom’s phone. So as the night progresses, he gets to watch my pale skin grow flushed and pink with sexual frustration, watch my hair grow tangled as I run my hands through it; unable to sit still, see my whimpering crimson lips as I ache to stroke my throbbing clit. All the while, my Dom gets to sit back and eat his steak and smile at the desperate little creature in front of him. He gets to smirk at my pleading and my begging and my embarrassment as I squirm in the damp patch left on my seat from my dripping cunt. He gets to see the decline of a prim and elegant lady turn into a total filthy whore. All because of him.

Getting me into that kind of state means I’m very malleable; willing to do anything, and I mean absolutely anything, to have my release. So whilst I’m working myself up into this state of tension, my Dom gets to dream up every little fantasy he has never tried with any girl, and knows without a doubt it will happen with that night.