This scenario is designed for an aircraft captain in shanghai based on respecting his limits.
I am still the dominatrix but the subtle difference is I am a mistress with dual personality this time.
I stride into the room, my eyes flickering over him with a keen gaze. "Undress for me," I commanded. The man hesitated for a moment, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt before finally complying. Piece by piece, he sheds his clothing until he stands before me, exposed and vulnerable. He couldn't take off his eyes off me as I slowly made my way towards him, the click of my stiletto heels echoing through the room.
With a subtle difference in my demeanor, I hugged him tight and leaned in towards the captain as if I was about to bestow a warm kiss upon his face. But just as he closed his eyes in anticipation, he heard my whisper in his ears, "You are daydreaming, 24-carat asshole." The words cut through the air like a sharp blade, jolting him back to reality. I locked his neck and scratched my name across his firm chest. When my heels pinched his ball skin, I let him see my angry face.
I used my skilled feet to tease and taunt the pilot in command, tracing a path along his jawline and down to his lips. As he basked in the sensation of my touch, I abruptly seized his face with my hands, forcing his mouth open wide. "You do not deserve such pleasures, you bastard," I growled with an air of authority. Without hesitation, I unleashed a stream of my morning pee directly into his waiting mouth, watching mercilessly with amusement as he struggled to swallow every drop. I squeezed his balls with my fingers to make him accelerate the swallowing. My laughter penetrated the room as his face contorted in a mix of humiliation and arousal.
As the session came to an end, he lay at my feet, his body trembling with both fear and desire. Despite the intensity of our encounter, there was an undeniable spark between us that left us both craving more.
various bdsm scenes in shanghai, suzhou and wuxi on my blog
shanghai-bdsm.blogspot.com
I am still the dominatrix but the subtle difference is I am a mistress with dual personality this time.
I stride into the room, my eyes flickering over him with a keen gaze. "Undress for me," I commanded. The man hesitated for a moment, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt before finally complying. Piece by piece, he sheds his clothing until he stands before me, exposed and vulnerable. He couldn't take off his eyes off me as I slowly made my way towards him, the click of my stiletto heels echoing through the room.
With a subtle difference in my demeanor, I hugged him tight and leaned in towards the captain as if I was about to bestow a warm kiss upon his face. But just as he closed his eyes in anticipation, he heard my whisper in his ears, "You are daydreaming, 24-carat asshole." The words cut through the air like a sharp blade, jolting him back to reality. I locked his neck and scratched my name across his firm chest. When my heels pinched his ball skin, I let him see my angry face.
I used my skilled feet to tease and taunt the pilot in command, tracing a path along his jawline and down to his lips. As he basked in the sensation of my touch, I abruptly seized his face with my hands, forcing his mouth open wide. "You do not deserve such pleasures, you bastard," I growled with an air of authority. Without hesitation, I unleashed a stream of my morning pee directly into his waiting mouth, watching mercilessly with amusement as he struggled to swallow every drop. I squeezed his balls with my fingers to make him accelerate the swallowing. My laughter penetrated the room as his face contorted in a mix of humiliation and arousal.
As the session came to an end, he lay at my feet, his body trembling with both fear and desire. Despite the intensity of our encounter, there was an undeniable spark between us that left us both craving more.
various bdsm scenes in shanghai, suzhou and wuxi on my blog
shanghai-bdsm.blogspot.com
