I want to thank Kenny for his Fantasy, and for letting me express it for all to see…
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Bliss smiled as she reeled Kenny in, she felt in total control as she seduced her unsuspecting prey into her clutches. Kenny for his part was mesmerized by her stunning beauty, and was falling quickly under her spell. She pressed her body against his and whispered into his ear. "Let's leave this place and go somewhere where we can have some fun." Kenny was all too happy to comply. Oh, how he wanted this chick.
She took him by the hand and led him to the parking lot, turning she kissed him on the cheek and told him to follow her, she then got into her beemer. She waited for him to pull out of his parking spot, and then she led him away from the city to her country ranch home. When they arrived she opened the garage doors and indicated for him to pull in next to her. She got out of her car, pushed the button to close the garage doors and headed into the house, he followed. Throwing her keys onto the counter, she said. "The bars over there, why don't you make us some drinks, I'll be back in a few minutes."
Kenny looked around, the place was immaculate, passing through the kitchen, into the entertainment room he prepared their drinks, was just about to sit down when Bliss returned dressed in thigh high black leather boots, black leather short-shorts, a black leather bodice finish her outfit. She held a riding crop in her hand, and slapped it against the side of her boot.
"Bring me my drink." She ordered, her eyes sparkling with a wicked glint.
Kenny was all too happy to obey, as he handed her, her drink, she pressed her lips to his ear and told him to undress.
Kenny stepped away, and she brought the crop to his crotch. "Now." She hissed.
Kenny took a long pull on his drink, and set the glass down and immediately began to remove his clothes. Once naked he stood silently before this raving beauty.
"Kneel before me." She commanded.
He obediently kneeled before her.
She took the crop and placed it under his chin. "Hands behind your back, do not sit back, eyes straight ahead." She again ordered. Kenny again complied. What was he doing? He could easily have his way with this bitch, but he remained on his kneels.
Bliss stood back and admired his body; she circled, and lightly smacked the cheeks of his ass with the crop. A small moan of shock and pleasure escaped Kenny's lips. "Quiet." She said as she lifted his now hardening cock with the crop. She tapped his thighs and then placed the crop under his balls examining each of them. She tapped each one lightly, then stepped back and walked over to a black pouch sitting on the sofa.
"You may stand now, finish your drink and get us another." She said as took several of items out of the pouch.
Kenny mind was spinning; he was totally mesmerized by this gorgeous creature.
"So Kenny, how long have you been a submissive? She asked, as he approached her with their fresh drinks, he began to kneel, she stopped him and told him to sit.
Kenny began. "I suppose it has been a fantasy of mine for a long time, I really want this." he paused. "May I call you Ma'am?"
"I prefer Mistress." Bliss replied.
He continued. "I don't know how you knew or if you knew, but when you came out wearing that outfit, I knew that I would do anything for you tonight. Thank you Mistress, thank so very much."
"So, you agree to be my male toy for tonight, and do whatever I tell you do. Within reason that is, I promise I will not hurt you permanently, but I must warn you there will be some pain but mostly pleasure. Are you game?" Bliss stated plainly.
"Yes Mistress." Came Kenny's response.
"Let's finish our drinks so we can get started." Bliss said as she sipped hers.
They continued to chat and loosen up, inhibitions dropping, drinks empty, it was time for Kenny's fantasy to come true.
"Kneel." Bliss ordered.
Kenny complied immediately.
"Hands behind your back," she said as she moved behind him. She took her handcuffs and placed them around his wrists. She then placed a blindfold over his eyes.
"Very good." She whispered in his ear…
He could hear the spiked heals of her boots click on the marble floor, and he could hear the swish and smack of the riding crop as she was again slapping her boot with it.