The warm wind blew softly through the bedroom window of Domina Katarina's apartment, gently rustling the curtains and carrying with it the faint trace of the ocean in the distance, waves glistening and sparkling in the suns bright after noon light. She could feel the wind on her, her beautiful golden hair slightly moving, as she sat on her bed reading her iPad. She liked the sensation of the wind on her bare skin, and the bright light it seemed to bring with it. But even more, she liked that there was a naked man beneath her. His wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the bedposts, and he unable to move or even breathe except when she adjusted her position from time to time, letting him have short, sharp breaths before sitting down on his face yet again with her gorgeous, lush bottom. She was dressed in one of her 'classic' Domina Katarina ensembles, black stockings with garters, black bra and matching corset, black lace panties, and commanding black stiletto knee high boots that perfectly complimented the look of cool command in her beautiful eyes.
Domina Katarina thought about how easy it was, to take this man and make him into her slave over time, using his own intense desire as the key that she would use to unlock everything about him, slowly giving her the control she desired. They all wanted the same thing from her, her attention and her extreme sexuality. Little did they know that that would come with a price, a price; a total loss of control of their situation. It was always the same with these horny little slave bois, they acted on their short term compulsions while she thought of the long term, and how the hunt would end in her favour, as it always did.
