A Night Of Sensual Domination Is All He Needed

I savor sensuous domination, an art I’ve been perfecting since coming of age. Even when I was an online sex slave, I’d take pleasure in switching roles every now and then to be the one in control. Kinky experimentation has always been my game and it still is. But lately, I’ve been going back to basics, commanding with a light touch—and loving it.

My latest conquest is Jason. On a wild Friday night filled with drinks and friends, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. So naturally, I put on a show—teasingly baring my body and speaking seductively. He blushed as my words caressed his ears. The tension was noticeable and I loved every second of it.

Soon, it was time to go home.

The heat and tension between us had built to a fever pitch, and I knew now was the time. I started off with something simple, planting sweet pecks on his neck and whispering naughty words into his ear. His protests were no match for my relentless seduction, and before long we were in my car and on our way home. During the drive I became more daring; adjusting my bra so he could get an eyeful of my breasts ever so slightly bouncing. My fingers lightly caressed his thigh, occasionally grazing over his dick as I flirted outrageously with him, driving him wild with anticipation of what was to come.

When we reached my place it felt like an eternity had passed, yet only moments later we were in the bedroom. Instinct took over as I pushed him onto the bed; straddling him while claiming his mouth with mine and securing his wrists above his head to the bedposts. His body quivered beneath me, begging for something more as my lips traced a path down his chest and eventually reached the waistband of his pants. He could barely contain himself; needing more than anything else to feel my touch.

So I started slow.

Gently I brushed my hands over his pants and boxers, pushing them down as he watched me with a released gasp. He begged for me to go down on him, but I wanted to drive him wild first, making him wait in anticipation. My lips touched his dick with a delicacy that made him moan in feverish pleasure. As my tongue trailed its way down the pulsing member, he fought against the restraints unable to hold back his desire.

I moved away from his lap and gradually began to undress, starting with my black top, then my skirt and my lace panties. Standing only in thigh highs and heels, the sight of me left him breathless. I reclined back onto him again and began a tantalizing game of sensual teasing which left him desperate for more. His manhood was nestled right between my legs as I matched his thrusts; our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other with every move. He begged in passionate whispers for me to fuck him, but I simply gave a sly smile. I kept up my tormenting until an hour later when I finally let him enter me.